Prostitution

I wrote the first part of this several years ago. I have kind of abandoned XNXX, but I was just laying about the house this afternoon surfing the net, and I came across the original story. It deserved an ending, so here’s the rest. This is a true story, with as much detail as my poor memory can bring to light: Barbara, Girl of the Streets Part 2 I really enjoyed that first meeting with Barbara very much, but those girls came and went quickly – they always do – and I didn’t expect to ever see her again. Hookers find a boyfriend, get arrested, find more honest work, move on to another city for whatever reason, and sometimes get invited by the authorities to rapidly relocate. Finding the same girl even weeks later is …

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Back about 1980, I was living in a large harbor city on the east coast. I was young, dumb, and full of cum, single and over 21. I was also a young pervert, living in the big city with money in my pocket for the first time in my life. There was lots to enjoy in those more sexually free days – adult bookstores, gloryholes, adult theaters, strip joints, and prostitutes. I took advantage of all of them. This is the story of a lady named Barbara I met and enjoyed during that period. There was a downtown area on the waterfront, the kind of place that had gone seedy in those days of urban decay, before yuppies discovered loft space and quaint old storefronts, and gay men moved in to turn bohemian into money. …

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