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Terminal Boardumb => Non-Music Shit => Topic started by: MattCoppens on November 18, 2006, 08:00:10 PM
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I've actually done this twice. Both times in Grand Rapids, MI when I was like 23 or 24 and neither time was I able to cum because of drunkeness.. First time I drove past this large breasted black woman dressed in a purple teddy. I told her I'd give her $20 to suck me off. She got in the car, asked me what tape I was playing and what kind of music is it. I told her it was a band called PR Stunt and that it was punk-rock. She told me she liked punk-rock and pulled her titties out and made me touch her fishnet stockings. Before she put her lips around my schwanze she told me where to park and put a condom on my tallywhacker and went to town. If you've never had it done before, a bj w/ a condom on isn't too great. In fact had she not been stroking my cock I probably wouldn't have even been able to get hard. After 10 or so minutes I realized I wouldn't be able to cum, put her titties back into her teddy, and told her thank ya ma'am but it just ain't going to work. Her name was Lisa. Nice lady.
Second time I picked up a young pretty 17 year old black girl with short hair and a big booty. When she got in the car she asked if I had a gun. It was obviously one of her first times and she was fascinated by what a white dick looked like. She loved the color difference and loved how her black hand looked on my erect white prick. I just had her take her tits out, talk dirty, and stroke me off for $10. She was good at it and it was nice, but I was just too drunk. After I realized it was pointless to keep going I dropped her back off on Division St where she informed me that she was going to try and find a white boyfriend because I was the nicest man who'd ever picked her up.
These are my prostitute stories. I haven't told them to many people and I lied about it for a while because I had a girlfriend at the time. Anybody else got a prostitute story?
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i was in memphis for my honeymoon staying near the airport on elvis presley blvd, for those of you not familiar with memphis i gave it a nickname, "Last Sons of Kypton road". the kind of place the gas stations sell ice cold beer out in front of the place! one for the road indeed. also lots of liquor stores with groups of colored folks holding up (leaning against) the walls.
it was 2 days after my wedding early in the morning. we were going to the gas station to fill up and then look around town and there were semis parked around it and a pretty hot black chick going from truck to truck trying to find a date. my wife asked me if i wanted a blowjob and said she would pay for it, but eric o had told me the night before theyre either crossdressers or cops so i said thanks but no thanks and took her back to the hotel and let her blow me instead.
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"for those of you not familiar with memphis i gave it a nickname, "Last Sons of Kypton road""
isn't that every road in memphis??
man....there's some kinda headquarters for trannie hookers (mostly black) close to the buccaneer.....they're always strutting down that street....
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I've lived with and/or dated THREE prostitutes. I never paid them for their services... well, I guess one of them at some points in our relationship I'd pretty much have to buy dope to get any action from. Never picked one up off the street though.
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yawn. ive heard both of these already. i was walking through where the crackwhores are on my way home at like 6 in the morning a while ago and this one with a black eye and split/puffy lip kept following me. then she says"honey, you dont like girls, do ya?"
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I robbed a prostitute after attending a Grateful Dead show. Kinda felt obligated to balance out my personal universe like that.
-Ryan
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I robbed a prostitute after attending a Grateful Dead show. Kinda felt obligated to balance out my personal universe like that.
-Ryan
way to maintain equilibrium, ryan.
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You better leave my Nubian princesses alone for now on, you white devil.
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I've heard enough prostitue stories to last several lifetimes. An ex-bandmate of mine made a habit of picking up prostitutes in our band van, and showing us poleroids of him fucking them.
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Psycho Johnny. You see there's a Boom and the Legion Of Doom myspace profile, Ben?
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Sure have. Smelly and Johnny traded a few barbs already over the interweb. I'll see Johnny on Wednesday, so I'll no doubt get to hear a whole new batch of prostitute stories.
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i robbed one when i was 17 and a much different person. made about $150. felt guilty about it, seemed like the bitch already had enough problems, and although i was poor i wasn't starving. after that i only robbed upper middle class white kids. i've moved out of 2 apartments in the last 4 years because of roomates bringing home hookers. dumb ho stole my kanye west cd.
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i think im glad i was blacked for the ride home from chicago. before we even got outta battle creek, johnny showed me pictures of a bunch of guns, a hooker with his geetar up against/in her ladyhole.
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Gotta save some shit for the book. Any book. So, mum's the word for now. Can't give away all the secrets.
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"for those of you not familiar with memphis i gave it a nickname, "Last Sons of Kypton road""
isn't that every road in memphis??
man....there's some kinda headquarters for trannie hookers (mostly black) close to the buccaneer.....they're always strutting down that street....
Yeah.. it's called 'Divas'. http://www.divassf.com/
It's a pretty awesome dive bar.. I love polk and t-loin dives.
Polk Street (and the surrounding area) has long been a big spot for trannies. The hookers from other neighborhoods sometimes migrate there when they're pushed into the area, but most of the 'hot ladies' weren't always ladies. Never thought the majority of the Trannies around that area were black (or at least I never noticed as many when I lived in the area)... most seem to be of a latin variety..
The Hemlock used to be a trannie bar a few years ago (guess it's more like 4 or 5 years ago now). It was called the Giraffe.. had the same big orange light over the bar back then too..
I loved living in the t-loin, and walking down Post street late at night when the sidewalks were filled with ladies (and not so much) of the evening. Ask Zack about circling the area with his van, trying to find parking and getting winked at by the ladies who assumed he was looking for a date.