Hobbyists - How many SPs do you remember?
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Josie Roxxx otherwise known as Josie Fox was my atf. Kissed me the moment she layed eyes on me...made me fell like my soulmate
Funny you mention keeping notes. After an wonderful time with my AFT at the time, I had cleaned up a bit quicker than usual and walked out to the kitchen. By accident, I noticed that she was either making a note on sticky note regarding our session or reviewing notes for something else... seems like some do make notes...
Anyways, I admired her dedication to remembering me and the level of customized service that she provided to me.
I still remember you came to visit me in accent inn in Burnaby. But instead you went another hotel. You finally realize and came to my hotel room and we had some really good time
That reminds me of a Johnny English movie with Rowan Atkinson. He is meant to parachute onto the roof which houses the villain's lair but instead lands on the roof of a hospital next door. Chaos ensues!! I bet you had a few laughs about it!!
I remember every single SP I’ve seen in the countless years I’ve participated. Although I’ve seen many ladies in other cities, I’m fairly new to the Vancouver scene. I’ve been lucky that I’ve only had a few bad experiences. Each lady I’ve met has brought something different to the table. However Ive definitely been smitten with my ATF and it does make it hard to fully enjoy visits with other ladies. But that’s one of the dilemmas I guess when seeing someone so regularly ahaha!
Most but not all. Some I think about regularly and others I remember after a long while. I like it when one of those memories percolates to the surface and makes you smile. The vast majority were good.
But there are some I don’t think I will ever remember but know they happened. I don’t have much regret either, look at all the other stuff people buy and then put in storage or in the classifieds. Remembering almost any lady is better than remembering the Rocky Mountain bike I rode twice, or gadget I thought I needed.
But there are some I don’t think I will ever remember but know they happened. I don’t have much regret either, look at all the other stuff people buy and then put in storage or in the classifieds. Remembering almost any lady is better than remembering the Rocky Mountain bike I rode twice, or gadget I thought I needed.
I wish I had a checklist with photos of all of the sharply-dressed stunners who worked the high track in central Van. in the 1980's and 1990's.
It would even be nice to compare how well-turned-out those women were to the Richards on Richards crowd during a parallel time frame.
On the rest of the Vancouver streets I have been happily surprised whenever I encountered a woman I'd met before out there, but it didn't occur often enough.
It would even be nice to compare how well-turned-out those women were to the Richards on Richards crowd during a parallel time frame.
On the rest of the Vancouver streets I have been happily surprised whenever I encountered a woman I'd met before out there, but it didn't occur often enough.
I remember each and every 62 of them and still counting. Good or bad (mostly good). I write down the name of the SP after each visit. Yes I'm crazy. But I don't keep track of how many times I repeat.
I wish I could remember them all but thinking back.....fuck I've been doing this for a while!
Memorable one's for me is KK1985. Great body and a real sweetheart. Not always the most passionate but once I found the right buttons to push should get pretty wild!
Had he stop seeing her. Getting too attached
A couple of sessions with little Lily when she was at New Star. A couple of times she got very intense and wanted Greek.
Definitely will never forget her nearly screaming at me to fuck her ass harder and harder. I was worried about hurting her tiny little body!!!
Lastly, about 10 years ago I saw a northern Chinese woman, who was rumoured to be Tina's sister. Not the prettiest but a good body.
We really clicked and by the 3rd visit she was always all over me at the door.
Saw her about 10 times. Always exhausted by the end and always overtime. No restrictions on number of shots. She would suck one out of me just inside the door and after that it was a blur!
Like to find someone like that again!
I'm from the old generation of over a decade plus crowd. I actually became friends outside of the industry with a few afterwards. So, that being said....I remember many many of those ladies and became friends with a wee bit of them. I had great times with those ladies back in the day. Sure miss those days too.
oh man, I shouldn't be posting again.
tossed my virginity to a SW on the old Quebec area main street stroll when I was 17. my buddy at the time had recently lost his and wouldn't shut up about it. I had a car, a job, and walking around money, so I figured 'why not?'
no rAgrets. none whatsoever.
buddies and I were asshole teenagers. it was our job. we used to pile in to a car hit the Hastings stroll. roll up Quebec street, up to false creek to Granville bridge to the helmcken/seymour stroll. over the Cambie then up Kingsway. we called em "whure tours" afterwards we stopped at Lesters for video games and late night eats. or 6th avenue cinema for $ 2.50 midnight showings of army of darkness or alien 3. or the knight and day on 6th towards the river that was 24 hours. just 4 stupid kids making jokes. laughing. talking about chicks. talking about movies. sipping coffee and tossing around cold fries and gravy talking about god.
I miss my friends. you kinda want to re-connect. but I think I know it wouldn't be the same. I just watch them from a distance. stock their socials.
fell in love around this time. eventually married. eventually divorced. absolutely obliterated my heart. no kids though. I couldn't put a kid through that. silver linings I guess.
had a couple of really hot sessions with classy angel back when she was just angel amongst the concrete sky rises off king George. (section 4 buy and sell R.I.P.)
03-06 was kinda quiet. my first 3-way with a provider named avarice. can't remember the 2nd lady for the life of me. Lisa gigglez in the apartments behind Lougheed mall. a really sexy lady named Sara who worked in the apartments around north road and Austin. I did shit with her where I had trouble looking myself in the eye afterwards. coquitlam didn't have a bad scene back then. OH! first trip to Greece with Jennifer in new west.
hit mugs and jugs for drinks, strippers, and dancing with a provider named Sheena West. she was trying to hook up a date in the club next door. I felt like a chump, but she struck out in the club, she blew me in the truck on the way back to her place, but not before squirting all over my floor mats. this was where I learned that the only acceptable reply when a woman tells you she can squirt is "I don't believe you"
sometimes I think she was the actual one that got away.
I think it was '06 and '07 I discovered micros. ada, yoyo,jojo,heidi. all in those buildings up and down Alberni. Ada, to this day, is the best sex ive ever had. never went raw with her though. we used to just make out in the shower and devour each other. she's the only woman who has made me climax orally, and has a raw, sensual, natural sexuality that I haven't in encountered in this strange hobby, or my personal life ever since.
hit the micros at least once a month until I left bc back in 18. Alberni street. then out in Richmond around Landsdowne and Richmond centre. Joyce street. Kingsway. tri-cities was always more miss than hit. ive been to a lot of micros over the years and I think ive only had 2 bad experiences. micros are like pizza when you're drunk. even when its bad, its actually pretty good.
this one micro on Kingsway just before Nanaimo. I don't know how old this lady was but I do know her boob job was so recent that her new tits were still eligible for apple care. if I had to guess, id say she was in her "autumn years" she smelled of kimchi and cigarettes and I honestly don't know why I didn't just leave when she opened the door. im bi-polar and don't sleep well, and this was one of those 3AM craigslist and bad decision type of evenings. she was actually a nice lady. I mean. she answered text messages mid-session. there are conflicting feelings that bubble to the surface when a woman has your cock in her mouth, your balls in her right hand, texting with a cell phone in her left hand and is performing every one of those tasks with an alarming amount of proficiency.
im going to call that a digital 3-way. and since it was probably another one of you motherfuckers texting her im also going to call it a bi-sexual experience. I just broadened my horizons. yaaaaaay.
another girl at another micro. more or less walked in the room took my donation, handed me a rubber, jerked me off a little, pulled her undies down and bent over. not a real turn on, but I got there. life gives you lemons sometimes kids.
in the shower with another lady. either the shitty side of 40, or the nicer side of 50. pretty much me in stature minus the dick (im carved out of pizza dough) I have a raging erection for some reason, and a mole just a little to the left of my shaft.well, auntie sees it, wrinkles her nose at it, flicks it with her thumb a couple of times decides its not something she should concern herself with and continues blowing me. oh yeah, when she swatted at the mole next to my shaft with her thumb I was like "owwwwwwww what the fuck lady!?" and she gives me this like "seriously dude?" look.
fuck I could go on.
later taters
tossed my virginity to a SW on the old Quebec area main street stroll when I was 17. my buddy at the time had recently lost his and wouldn't shut up about it. I had a car, a job, and walking around money, so I figured 'why not?'
no rAgrets. none whatsoever.
buddies and I were asshole teenagers. it was our job. we used to pile in to a car hit the Hastings stroll. roll up Quebec street, up to false creek to Granville bridge to the helmcken/seymour stroll. over the Cambie then up Kingsway. we called em "whure tours" afterwards we stopped at Lesters for video games and late night eats. or 6th avenue cinema for $ 2.50 midnight showings of army of darkness or alien 3. or the knight and day on 6th towards the river that was 24 hours. just 4 stupid kids making jokes. laughing. talking about chicks. talking about movies. sipping coffee and tossing around cold fries and gravy talking about god.
I miss my friends. you kinda want to re-connect. but I think I know it wouldn't be the same. I just watch them from a distance. stock their socials.
fell in love around this time. eventually married. eventually divorced. absolutely obliterated my heart. no kids though. I couldn't put a kid through that. silver linings I guess.
had a couple of really hot sessions with classy angel back when she was just angel amongst the concrete sky rises off king George. (section 4 buy and sell R.I.P.)
03-06 was kinda quiet. my first 3-way with a provider named avarice. can't remember the 2nd lady for the life of me. Lisa gigglez in the apartments behind Lougheed mall. a really sexy lady named Sara who worked in the apartments around north road and Austin. I did shit with her where I had trouble looking myself in the eye afterwards. coquitlam didn't have a bad scene back then. OH! first trip to Greece with Jennifer in new west.
hit mugs and jugs for drinks, strippers, and dancing with a provider named Sheena West. she was trying to hook up a date in the club next door. I felt like a chump, but she struck out in the club, she blew me in the truck on the way back to her place, but not before squirting all over my floor mats. this was where I learned that the only acceptable reply when a woman tells you she can squirt is "I don't believe you"
sometimes I think she was the actual one that got away.
I think it was '06 and '07 I discovered micros. ada, yoyo,jojo,heidi. all in those buildings up and down Alberni. Ada, to this day, is the best sex ive ever had. never went raw with her though. we used to just make out in the shower and devour each other. she's the only woman who has made me climax orally, and has a raw, sensual, natural sexuality that I haven't in encountered in this strange hobby, or my personal life ever since.
hit the micros at least once a month until I left bc back in 18. Alberni street. then out in Richmond around Landsdowne and Richmond centre. Joyce street. Kingsway. tri-cities was always more miss than hit. ive been to a lot of micros over the years and I think ive only had 2 bad experiences. micros are like pizza when you're drunk. even when its bad, its actually pretty good.
this one micro on Kingsway just before Nanaimo. I don't know how old this lady was but I do know her boob job was so recent that her new tits were still eligible for apple care. if I had to guess, id say she was in her "autumn years" she smelled of kimchi and cigarettes and I honestly don't know why I didn't just leave when she opened the door. im bi-polar and don't sleep well, and this was one of those 3AM craigslist and bad decision type of evenings. she was actually a nice lady. I mean. she answered text messages mid-session. there are conflicting feelings that bubble to the surface when a woman has your cock in her mouth, your balls in her right hand, texting with a cell phone in her left hand and is performing every one of those tasks with an alarming amount of proficiency.
im going to call that a digital 3-way. and since it was probably another one of you motherfuckers texting her im also going to call it a bi-sexual experience. I just broadened my horizons. yaaaaaay.
another girl at another micro. more or less walked in the room took my donation, handed me a rubber, jerked me off a little, pulled her undies down and bent over. not a real turn on, but I got there. life gives you lemons sometimes kids.
in the shower with another lady. either the shitty side of 40, or the nicer side of 50. pretty much me in stature minus the dick (im carved out of pizza dough) I have a raging erection for some reason, and a mole just a little to the left of my shaft.well, auntie sees it, wrinkles her nose at it, flicks it with her thumb a couple of times decides its not something she should concern herself with and continues blowing me. oh yeah, when she swatted at the mole next to my shaft with her thumb I was like "owwwwwwww what the fuck lady!?" and she gives me this like "seriously dude?" look.
fuck I could go on.
later taters
The ladies as individuals were usually splendid, but the whole entire ambience of the strolls and the paths between them somehow eclipsed the sum of their individual parts. The fear of ever getting caught was always there, causing me to be more careful than all but perhaps 2% of the pooning crowd.
The crazy negotiations between myself and the never-stopping clock on the dash... the hints of 3:45 am dawn's early light out there on early-summer occasion... the awareness that I'd driven upward of 100km while circling the various hotspots on typical evenings. The willingness I had for doing a spin of a different stroll if I'd been honing-in on some random stroll-er only to find that somebody swooped-in and scooped her up, or that the police were uncomfortably near.
I was always perfectly content to park a couple of blocks away and walk past, in order to assess the coherence of the talent as much as anything, as well as to greatly reduce the possibility that the police might take interest in me. (you have a right to walk on the sidewalk - driving in the street is a privilege)
Those immediate first minutes between initial encounter and agreement about spending some time together... and then the realization/(coupled with relief - lol - about the long evening's cruise having reached its goal) that it's on.
The Vancouver area has been quite unique during the time up to and beyond "1997", what with prices going up so high, and very decent people being squeezed so tightly by expenses that some very enterprising and respectable women plied this trade on the streets a couple of times a month, perhaps... and those gems were so often the most wonderful encounters.
Back in those earlier days options included either answering that ad in the phone book with the dark silhouette of a working girl against the always-yellow pages, and randomly rolling the dice on who might arrive (and when)... needing then to go from zero to revved-up and ready in mere minutes, or cruise the strolls which always arrived with this so-unique setting of out-of-their-way attractive women gathered for the sole purpose of (pay for play). That sort of environment can be especially breathtaking to those who weren't exactly social butterflies in school.
Central Vancouver's high track allowed all of this commerce to go on without constant police scrutiny (for mysterious reasons) and the boldness those women showed, and needed to show, in order to thrive there, was just so mesmerizing. Sitting in that little diner at the corner of Richards and... Nelson... with the air chok full of that amazing vibe of unabashed boldness was unforgettable. You can't even replicate it today in Tijuana what with so many internet entrepreneurs roaming around and videotaping every girl on the stroll (for immediate posting on YouTube), making each deeply uncomfortable and inspiring them to quickly look away if they spot the guy's camera.
So many of those Vancouver-area women are now in their 40's, or 70's... but it would be so fun to talk in some depth with the sharpest of them, and especially those who are the least ashamed of their time in the trade.
The crazy negotiations between myself and the never-stopping clock on the dash... the hints of 3:45 am dawn's early light out there on early-summer occasion... the awareness that I'd driven upward of 100km while circling the various hotspots on typical evenings. The willingness I had for doing a spin of a different stroll if I'd been honing-in on some random stroll-er only to find that somebody swooped-in and scooped her up, or that the police were uncomfortably near.
I was always perfectly content to park a couple of blocks away and walk past, in order to assess the coherence of the talent as much as anything, as well as to greatly reduce the possibility that the police might take interest in me. (you have a right to walk on the sidewalk - driving in the street is a privilege)
Those immediate first minutes between initial encounter and agreement about spending some time together... and then the realization/(coupled with relief - lol - about the long evening's cruise having reached its goal) that it's on.
The Vancouver area has been quite unique during the time up to and beyond "1997", what with prices going up so high, and very decent people being squeezed so tightly by expenses that some very enterprising and respectable women plied this trade on the streets a couple of times a month, perhaps... and those gems were so often the most wonderful encounters.
Back in those earlier days options included either answering that ad in the phone book with the dark silhouette of a working girl against the always-yellow pages, and randomly rolling the dice on who might arrive (and when)... needing then to go from zero to revved-up and ready in mere minutes, or cruise the strolls which always arrived with this so-unique setting of out-of-their-way attractive women gathered for the sole purpose of (pay for play). That sort of environment can be especially breathtaking to those who weren't exactly social butterflies in school.
Central Vancouver's high track allowed all of this commerce to go on without constant police scrutiny (for mysterious reasons) and the boldness those women showed, and needed to show, in order to thrive there, was just so mesmerizing. Sitting in that little diner at the corner of Richards and... Nelson... with the air chok full of that amazing vibe of unabashed boldness was unforgettable. You can't even replicate it today in Tijuana what with so many internet entrepreneurs roaming around and videotaping every girl on the stroll (for immediate posting on YouTube), making each deeply uncomfortable and inspiring them to quickly look away if they spot the guy's camera.
So many of those Vancouver-area women are now in their 40's, or 70's... but it would be so fun to talk in some depth with the sharpest of them, and especially those who are the least ashamed of their time in the trade.
I remember quite a few but I have been seeing SPs for 50 years so there have been many. I used to see one or go to an AMP once a week until covid hit 2 years ago and haven't gone since.
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