Our Secret ( or not no) Life Of Momgering
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We weren't going to VIP rooms in expensive city clubs, we rolled dirty on the island, the shittier the better.
Couple hundred back in the day was what I remember, shit, the ATM fees they charged pissed me off more then the price to go into the VIP rooms.
Some girls just came back to party, the Russians ALWAYS wanted the loot to come back. We had a "sort" of hook up at one club with the head Russian stripper. She and my one friend had a thing, she loved his money, he loved her pussy. So it worked out well for the three of us.
Couple hundred back in the day was what I remember, shit, the ATM fees they charged pissed me off more then the price to go into the VIP rooms.
Some girls just came back to party, the Russians ALWAYS wanted the loot to come back. We had a "sort" of hook up at one club with the head Russian stripper. She and my one friend had a thing, she loved his money, he loved her pussy. So it worked out well for the three of us.
My first monger expedition was in the late spring 83, Lower East Side in a seedy.hotel above a pool hall on Delancey Street. The night was warm and balmy, the room was filthy and outdated by.5 decades , the hooker was a very comely and fit 20ish sister who smelled like she'd just bathed in coconut butter oil, her Jeri curls glistening in the dim light, both of us high on quality weed imported from Colombia. The sex was straight forward missionary and nothing special but the worm had turned for me......
Omg, when you mentioned the coconut butter oil my mind immediately jumped back to 1981, a topless shine place on the second floor of a place on The Deuce between 7th and Broadway. A young black shill directed me up there as I was walking by.
One of my first WOC, the smell of her coco butter lingered the whole way home on the LIRR.
Just to ad to that, my first WOC was at a place across the street, above Tads Steak House. First time I had ever seen a Black woman naked. I thing I still remember was how warm her pussy felt when I stuck it in.
One of my first WOC, the smell of her coco butter lingered the whole way home on the LIRR.
Just to ad to that, my first WOC was at a place across the street, above Tads Steak House. First time I had ever seen a Black woman naked. I thing I still remember was how warm her pussy felt when I stuck it in.
I was just out of high school in the 70's and I toured 42nd Street. I was from a neighboring state. I could not believe the scene. Times Square was openly every kind of sexual outlet imaginable to meet any and every need. Everything from a major theatre showing Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat to so many quarter theatres, Plato's Retreat, Cupid's Retreat, 20 dollar whores, tons of flyers being handed out and strewn all over the sidewalks and streets, drugs, needles, small sex clubs, upstairs, downstairs, neon signs, absolutely unabashed, unsupervised by law enforcement, allowed to flourish.
I was really, really young and not prepared for all of that, immature with a steady girlfriend satisfying any and every sexual need. I went to a burlesque theatre and a very nice, warm black lady who was a stripper invited me to a back room for a massage. Coming from a totally white upbringing, I had almost never even seen a black lady. And she was very different. She saw that I was young and innocent. She was large breasted in her 30's, possibly double my age, older-sisterly, but warm and very kind and walked the kid through it. But, I felt incompetent because she took the lead and with my girlfriend, I always took the lead. The nice black lady's maturity intimidated me. The excitement was too much. A lasted about three seconds.
I remember another joint that was a sex club. I walked down the stairs and was greeted by a guard, a hippie kind of a cool dude with long hair and a handlebar mustache in his 30's. He also saw that I was very young, a kid, and he explained how the club works. You pay 75 dollars to come inside; you are given a locker to strip down and put your clothes in the locker and you can roam around and "make it" with a number of women, and there is a table with a smorgasbord of food. But, 75 bucks was really a lot of dough for a student in those days, and, I was intimidated by the whole scene. The people there were like men and women, and I was just a kid. I was happy to leave. I mean I wondered how you would walk around naked and eat a sandwich and go from girl to girl. I realized that I was no courageous bigtime player. So, I ran home to my safe girlfriend where I was her big guy and in control.
I was really, really young and not prepared for all of that, immature with a steady girlfriend satisfying any and every sexual need. I went to a burlesque theatre and a very nice, warm black lady who was a stripper invited me to a back room for a massage. Coming from a totally white upbringing, I had almost never even seen a black lady. And she was very different. She saw that I was young and innocent. She was large breasted in her 30's, possibly double my age, older-sisterly, but warm and very kind and walked the kid through it. But, I felt incompetent because she took the lead and with my girlfriend, I always took the lead. The nice black lady's maturity intimidated me. The excitement was too much. A lasted about three seconds.
I remember another joint that was a sex club. I walked down the stairs and was greeted by a guard, a hippie kind of a cool dude with long hair and a handlebar mustache in his 30's. He also saw that I was very young, a kid, and he explained how the club works. You pay 75 dollars to come inside; you are given a locker to strip down and put your clothes in the locker and you can roam around and "make it" with a number of women, and there is a table with a smorgasbord of food. But, 75 bucks was really a lot of dough for a student in those days, and, I was intimidated by the whole scene. The people there were like men and women, and I was just a kid. I was happy to leave. I mean I wondered how you would walk around naked and eat a sandwich and go from girl to girl. I realized that I was no courageous bigtime player. So, I ran home to my safe girlfriend where I was her big guy and in control.
I have never ever shared my mongering adventures with civilians. I found out young how anything you say can and will get used against you by friends, family or anyone. Taking this stuff to grave most likely, except for sharing some things here with the team. Whatever notes, trophies, momentos I save, are hidden behind passwords or in encrypted files.
I have told 2 friends. 1 after I walked in on him And 2 escorts in Vegas while we were there celebrating our 40th’s w friends. Have never talked about it since.
The other is a friend for 30 yrs. he has done bad shit sexually and in life. Went away for a bit for financial indiscretions. He knew about some of my mongering. However, after he got out and the wife tried divorcing him
Every week and sex dried up he started asking more. And then started partaking.
We have had a foursome w Sophia Belle and also had a threesome in Mohegan with an Asian escort.
he is the only one I trust to talk to about this and will probably never bring it up to anyone again.
The other is a friend for 30 yrs. he has done bad shit sexually and in life. Went away for a bit for financial indiscretions. He knew about some of my mongering. However, after he got out and the wife tried divorcing him
Every week and sex dried up he started asking more. And then started partaking.
We have had a foursome w Sophia Belle and also had a threesome in Mohegan with an Asian escort.
he is the only one I trust to talk to about this and will probably never bring it up to anyone again.
I don't even share this life with friends that openly talk to me about how often they stray from their SO's. This is the only place I'll talk about this life. Sometimes I'm worried I might reveal too much personal information here. Not that I contribute as much as I should.
I check the board as a lurker very often because I enjoy the content, even when it's not P4P related, but I go through a whole ritual of switching to private mode and VPN to actually log on and contribute.
I check the board as a lurker very often because I enjoy the content, even when it's not P4P related, but I go through a whole ritual of switching to private mode and VPN to actually log on and contribute.
This thread shows the importance of UG as a place for many of us that doesn’t exist anywhere else. I think often we take for granted what we have and the freedom in this day and age to still go and talk about a taboo underground world with like minded strangers that have more in common with one another than those they associate with in everyday life.
Funny you should mention olfactory memory.... I have had a few times mongering and you get a "bad funky" wife... but this guys reaction is priceless [https://efukt.com/23389_Priceless_Escort_Experience.html]
Brilliantly succinctly couched few lines. Gets straight to the point with no extraneous matter. I should become your student.
(Sadly, I expect massive agreement to my self-admitted weakness)
I can't help myself.
This is an invaluable tool. When I was young and Catholic, I had to go to a priest in a confession booth and recite all of my sins. It did not really work well because I was an altar boy and I knew the priests very well and they certainly knew my voice. So, I lied most of the times, except for petty crimes like forgetting to sharpen my pencil and not brushing my teeth. And, I went only because I had to and I could hear the neighboring confession booth, and I usually knew who it was (small town) and I got to hear his/her shit, which were probably lies anyway. And, from them, I learned better ways of lying.
However, I now get the original intent of the Catholic Church by creating that format. It is nothing less than what we do here. Except here, we aren't afraid to really let loose, and even sometimes embellish and make it worse than it really is, as a badge of honor.
But, in all sincerity, it is a very effective and efficient eco-system for the human soul. The ability to be honest really allows one to examie his ways and rethink one's life, make changes, fulfill fantasies, and not be stuck in an activity that has served its useful purpose, and to just move on into a freer life experience.
(Sadly, I expect massive agreement to my self-admitted weakness)
I can't help myself.
This is an invaluable tool. When I was young and Catholic, I had to go to a priest in a confession booth and recite all of my sins. It did not really work well because I was an altar boy and I knew the priests very well and they certainly knew my voice. So, I lied most of the times, except for petty crimes like forgetting to sharpen my pencil and not brushing my teeth. And, I went only because I had to and I could hear the neighboring confession booth, and I usually knew who it was (small town) and I got to hear his/her shit, which were probably lies anyway. And, from them, I learned better ways of lying.
However, I now get the original intent of the Catholic Church by creating that format. It is nothing less than what we do here. Except here, we aren't afraid to really let loose, and even sometimes embellish and make it worse than it really is, as a badge of honor.
But, in all sincerity, it is a very effective and efficient eco-system for the human soul. The ability to be honest really allows one to examie his ways and rethink one's life, make changes, fulfill fantasies, and not be stuck in an activity that has served its useful purpose, and to just move on into a freer life experience.
Well said…
I find this board a wonderful escape ..
Although I try not to get caught up in the madness and hypocrisy that I read about almost daily when I turn on the TV or read the mews, it is refreshing to stop by here ( more then once a day) to read about you sick, perverted deviants and the stories you share. I’m glad I’m normal
I find this board a wonderful escape ..
Although I try not to get caught up in the madness and hypocrisy that I read about almost daily when I turn on the TV or read the mews, it is refreshing to stop by here ( more then once a day) to read about you sick, perverted deviants and the stories you share. I’m glad I’m normal
Well said…
I find this board a wonderful escape ..
Although I try not to get caught up in the madness and hypocrisy that I read about almost daily when I turn on the TV or read the mews, it is refreshing to stop by here ( more then once a day) to read about you sick, perverted deviants and the stories you share. I’m glad I’m normal
I find this board a wonderful escape ..
Although I try not to get caught up in the madness and hypocrisy that I read about almost daily when I turn on the TV or read the mews, it is refreshing to stop by here ( more then once a day) to read about you sick, perverted deviants and the stories you share. I’m glad I’m normal
And, it is also nicely and appropriately moderated, in order to ensure decency, good manners and respect amongst a genre of men that otherwise, given their own self-government, quite probably might violate common rules of good behavior.