I am a long time monger, but I tend to lean towards the lower degree of sexual prowess, such as dick flashing, bulge flashing, massages, naked yoga and the usual rub n tugs. Not so much with hookers or sex.
I answered an ad on Craigslist for private yoga for $49 but this woman named Yasmine. She's a Arab French girl, very big boned, like 6' tall and 200 lbs. The first session went well, I wore see-through sheer shorts with the lining cut out. I took my shirt off mid way bc it was hot and she didnt say anything. At the end of the session, I change and strip down naked in front of her (it's a studio with no walls) so she can clearly see my hard dick. I pay, smile, and leave. I'm thinking I finally found a yoga chick who doesn't mind my nudity so I book a second session next week.
On the second session, I show up, this time instead of wearing see through shorts, I plan to start completely naked, so she tells me to change and she went in the back, I should have sensed something was up bc she didnt do that last time. But I was too excited, so I strip down and the second I'm completely naked, all of a sudden, my life flashed before my eyes. A huge black guy comes out of nowhere, starts cussing at me and yelling why I'm naked, what the fuck I'm doing naked with this girl and that I aint here for no yoga, I'm a fuckin pervert lookin for something else. He walks over slowly, grabs my clothes then starts walking out with it, I'm like uh, wtf's going on Yaseine, who's this guy? He's walking out with my clothes at this point and I chase after him. We end up scuffling on the stairwell, we're on the top floor of a about 6 or 7 floor building. Keep in mind, I'm butt naked and I'm not a very imposing figure, I'm about 5' 6" and this black guy is about 6'2" and dressed in typical thug clothes.
I'm screaming and yelling, leave me alone, give me my stuff back. Hes got my pants, shirt, wallet, and phone. I see him take my phone and slip it into his baggy back pocket meanwhile hes got my moneyclip and clothes in his other hands. I'm a small guy, but not a wimp, I trained in wrestling and MMA, so I was holding my own pretty good considering the size difference and that I'm naked and dont have shoes on.
At this point, we're scuffling, and he calls Yasmine, gives her my clothes and she shuts the door, I am able to knock him down, he drops my money clip and phone and all my ID's, CC's and other cards fall all over the freaking stairwell. I'm diving on top of it to grab as much as I can, I am able to also grab my phone and wallet. He snatches one of my CC's and runs away. I'm guessing he realized I'm a lot tougher than I looked. So now I'm naked from the waist down, with at least my phone and wallet. I'm banging on the door begging and pleading with Yasmine to open the door and give me my stuff back. I'm screaming I'll give u whatever u want, I cant believe this is happening this can not be real. this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream. Banging and banging on the door, trying to pry it open, but nothings working. I'm in complete despair and have no idea what to do. Do I call a taxi? do I ask the taxi driver to buy me a pair of pants? What about shoes? What about work? I have to go back to work, what will my wife say when I show up at home with completely different clothes. A million thoughts are running through my mind, I'm frantically checking to make sure I have my work ID and that I didnt lose it in the scuffle. I have to keep looking down to check that I'm still completely butt naked from the waste down, penis, balls, everything hanging out except for my shirt. I can't call a taxi, bc I have to eventually walk outside into the streets, and what if the driver kicks me out, which they are allowed do, too risky.
I gather myself together, and walk down to the first door I see, knock on it, a tall white guy opens, and note, he heard everything that went on, but said he could not help me, he has no sympathy, told me I shouldn't have been doing this shady shit, getting naked, and that girl was the black guys girl. I'm like wtf, I was changing! Hes like well u shouldn't have been naked, where's ur yoga pants? I really didnt' have an answer bc I was in honestly looking to be naked, which isn't WRONG, but it did not help me gain anyone's sympathy. He shuts the door on me. I'm begging pleading, no help.
I walk down to the next floor, and its some asian owned tax business, they reluctantly let me in while I'm panicking and frantically trying to explain what happened, they obviously don't want to get involved either, they look like hard working chinese earnest people. But I beg for a towel or something to cover up and she sympathizes. I asked if they have anything to wear, or can go out and buy me a pair of pants, I would pay anything, but they said no. But they said there was a tailor on the bottom floor and would walk me down to ask.
So when we get to the tailors, they are equally in shock as to what the fuck is going on, but they were aware the french muslim chick and the black dude were shady people. I run into one of the changing booths and tell the owner what the hell just happened to me, that I was changing for a yoga class and all of a suddent this black dude comes in, takes my clothes, wallet, phone and locks me out, but I was able to get most of my stuff back. I'm begging if they have a pair of pants I could wear, the girl at the front desk, found me a pair and I was relieved.
All of a sudden the same black guy comes back and sees me on the 2nd floor and still yelling at me trying to make me look like a pervert, but I think the shop owner and girl are on my side, they were like wheres the guys clothes? give it back to him. The black guys like I threw it in the streets. I looked out the window, but not there.. There was a customer who was witnessing the whole thing, called the cops. So I wait for the cops, the owner is still trying to process everything that happened, but the front desk girl is wise to everything was like yea that top floor place is crazy, there's drama shit going on every other day, and said last week some dude came running out with a bloody nose.
The shop owner said the cops are coming and they could see I'm reluctant to talk to the cops. Hes like u just got robbed, why dont u want to talk to the cops? I'm like bc I'm naked, this is not a good look, I'm going to look like a creep.
Anyways, the black guy disappears again, and I look out the window and like a double rainbow, I see my clothes, all over the streets in a pile soaked in the pouring rain. I was never so happy to see a pile of dirty clothes ever in my life. I beg someone to go get it bc I said I didnt know if the black dude was still outside waiting for me. The front desk girl was like I'll go, I'm not afraid of him. I finally get my clothes back, shoes, belt, and everything, my zipper is broken and hair is a mess, but I'm ok with that. The shop owner comes back to me and says, look, we got ur clothes back, but ur going to have to speak to the cops, I'm like ok fine, I'll talk to them.
To be continued...
I answered an ad on Craigslist for private yoga for $49 but this woman named Yasmine. She's a Arab French girl, very big boned, like 6' tall and 200 lbs. The first session went well, I wore see-through sheer shorts with the lining cut out. I took my shirt off mid way bc it was hot and she didnt say anything. At the end of the session, I change and strip down naked in front of her (it's a studio with no walls) so she can clearly see my hard dick. I pay, smile, and leave. I'm thinking I finally found a yoga chick who doesn't mind my nudity so I book a second session next week.
On the second session, I show up, this time instead of wearing see through shorts, I plan to start completely naked, so she tells me to change and she went in the back, I should have sensed something was up bc she didnt do that last time. But I was too excited, so I strip down and the second I'm completely naked, all of a sudden, my life flashed before my eyes. A huge black guy comes out of nowhere, starts cussing at me and yelling why I'm naked, what the fuck I'm doing naked with this girl and that I aint here for no yoga, I'm a fuckin pervert lookin for something else. He walks over slowly, grabs my clothes then starts walking out with it, I'm like uh, wtf's going on Yaseine, who's this guy? He's walking out with my clothes at this point and I chase after him. We end up scuffling on the stairwell, we're on the top floor of a about 6 or 7 floor building. Keep in mind, I'm butt naked and I'm not a very imposing figure, I'm about 5' 6" and this black guy is about 6'2" and dressed in typical thug clothes.
I'm screaming and yelling, leave me alone, give me my stuff back. Hes got my pants, shirt, wallet, and phone. I see him take my phone and slip it into his baggy back pocket meanwhile hes got my moneyclip and clothes in his other hands. I'm a small guy, but not a wimp, I trained in wrestling and MMA, so I was holding my own pretty good considering the size difference and that I'm naked and dont have shoes on.
At this point, we're scuffling, and he calls Yasmine, gives her my clothes and she shuts the door, I am able to knock him down, he drops my money clip and phone and all my ID's, CC's and other cards fall all over the freaking stairwell. I'm diving on top of it to grab as much as I can, I am able to also grab my phone and wallet. He snatches one of my CC's and runs away. I'm guessing he realized I'm a lot tougher than I looked. So now I'm naked from the waist down, with at least my phone and wallet. I'm banging on the door begging and pleading with Yasmine to open the door and give me my stuff back. I'm screaming I'll give u whatever u want, I cant believe this is happening this can not be real. this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream. Banging and banging on the door, trying to pry it open, but nothings working. I'm in complete despair and have no idea what to do. Do I call a taxi? do I ask the taxi driver to buy me a pair of pants? What about shoes? What about work? I have to go back to work, what will my wife say when I show up at home with completely different clothes. A million thoughts are running through my mind, I'm frantically checking to make sure I have my work ID and that I didnt lose it in the scuffle. I have to keep looking down to check that I'm still completely butt naked from the waste down, penis, balls, everything hanging out except for my shirt. I can't call a taxi, bc I have to eventually walk outside into the streets, and what if the driver kicks me out, which they are allowed do, too risky.
I gather myself together, and walk down to the first door I see, knock on it, a tall white guy opens, and note, he heard everything that went on, but said he could not help me, he has no sympathy, told me I shouldn't have been doing this shady shit, getting naked, and that girl was the black guys girl. I'm like wtf, I was changing! Hes like well u shouldn't have been naked, where's ur yoga pants? I really didnt' have an answer bc I was in honestly looking to be naked, which isn't WRONG, but it did not help me gain anyone's sympathy. He shuts the door on me. I'm begging pleading, no help.
I walk down to the next floor, and its some asian owned tax business, they reluctantly let me in while I'm panicking and frantically trying to explain what happened, they obviously don't want to get involved either, they look like hard working chinese earnest people. But I beg for a towel or something to cover up and she sympathizes. I asked if they have anything to wear, or can go out and buy me a pair of pants, I would pay anything, but they said no. But they said there was a tailor on the bottom floor and would walk me down to ask.
So when we get to the tailors, they are equally in shock as to what the fuck is going on, but they were aware the french muslim chick and the black dude were shady people. I run into one of the changing booths and tell the owner what the hell just happened to me, that I was changing for a yoga class and all of a suddent this black dude comes in, takes my clothes, wallet, phone and locks me out, but I was able to get most of my stuff back. I'm begging if they have a pair of pants I could wear, the girl at the front desk, found me a pair and I was relieved.
All of a sudden the same black guy comes back and sees me on the 2nd floor and still yelling at me trying to make me look like a pervert, but I think the shop owner and girl are on my side, they were like wheres the guys clothes? give it back to him. The black guys like I threw it in the streets. I looked out the window, but not there.. There was a customer who was witnessing the whole thing, called the cops. So I wait for the cops, the owner is still trying to process everything that happened, but the front desk girl is wise to everything was like yea that top floor place is crazy, there's drama shit going on every other day, and said last week some dude came running out with a bloody nose.
The shop owner said the cops are coming and they could see I'm reluctant to talk to the cops. Hes like u just got robbed, why dont u want to talk to the cops? I'm like bc I'm naked, this is not a good look, I'm going to look like a creep.
Anyways, the black guy disappears again, and I look out the window and like a double rainbow, I see my clothes, all over the streets in a pile soaked in the pouring rain. I was never so happy to see a pile of dirty clothes ever in my life. I beg someone to go get it bc I said I didnt know if the black dude was still outside waiting for me. The front desk girl was like I'll go, I'm not afraid of him. I finally get my clothes back, shoes, belt, and everything, my zipper is broken and hair is a mess, but I'm ok with that. The shop owner comes back to me and says, look, we got ur clothes back, but ur going to have to speak to the cops, I'm like ok fine, I'll talk to them.
To be continued...
