A pretty slim blonde gal whose ad I called in the trade papers.  I got a hand job the first time ($25) and a blow job the second time ($40) in her sunny studio apartment just off Harvard Square.  I can still picture her perfectly however.

The third time I tried to go back and see her, the phone was disconnected.

Then I was off to the races, as the saying goes.

She got in my care, we drove to an alley and did the deed.  I dropper off back at her corner. I never saw her again.  That was about 25 years ago.

Her problem was that she didn't understand the rules of engagement.
What's your excuse?

and adult diapers. Good for you!

My first successful hookup, YES.
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How many of you still frequent your cherry popper if she is still around.my cherry popper just posted an ad not to long ago, after not posting for a while, and I am thinking of stopping by.

I did repeat with her about 2 years later and had a much more successful (on my part) time, a little nervous the first time.  But, her now having fished school, I think she might be retired, since she took her website down.  Haven't tried to contact her again since last visit almost 3 years ago, as I have plenty of others to keep me busy.

Swim

besides, I doubt that I would have even recognized her the next day, a full bottle of mescal will do that to you. lmao

I wish I could. Mine moved to Tenn. and since I can't locate her in any search, have to assume she is retired.

I can't claim to frequent anyone as I except for twice when I had special permission to see a lady twice in one month more than every two months because of the deal I made with my wife. But I still see my first every once and a while. Then again, that was only about 10 months ago.

Lunch time on a weekday, 25 years ago, walked into Bella Femina on Samson St. off 20th.  Tiny front room, pass your $ thru a small hole in a steel plate, picked Asia from a line up, she took me upstairs.  First thing out of her mouth "Your first time, huh?"

I just saw a review by mine! Tempted to stop by.

I suspect you are not alone in those feelings.

I married her!

WTF! She asked and I said "I've got nothing better to do"! LOL

Yes, I still see and enjoy being friends with the lady I first saw from this venue.  

so she'd be north of 50.  She was street-walking near the Javits Center and was really good at getting the condom on with her mouth.  I doubt she's still around.  I sure hope not, for her sake!

Was back in NYC pre internet.  I saw her a few times after the first session.  She worked in a XXX theater at the candy/popcorn counter and could sometimes be taken out after the late night show.  She loved to try and act out sceens from the films.

A few years later her pimp husband beat her to death.

...we get older, but the chicas still are in their 20's.  Mmmm, maybe I'll write an updated version of Dorian Gray.

I'm still much closer to fifty than to sixy (52), but I get your point and I agree.

but I still look at her old pics on the web and get a tear in my eye.

Not the upselling then robbing whore I met five years ago.

she recently retired
outstanding lady, still my fav.

I don't think it was called a hobby in those days.

And still get carded for smokes? Oh yeah, you can get a feeling for what I go thru....

When faced with a question or comment you do not want to acknowledge, or can not reply to, out comes your age attack.

That was cute the first time.

Started to get boaring around the fifth time.

And by the 80th time it is now just a caricature of yourself.

....if I could find her I would definitely do it.  Even though it's been 30 years.  She was the sweetest little blond and I had just "graduated" from titty bars and back room dances to MP's.  The little doll had a killer body and a libido that made her a dream come true.  I had seen here three or four times when all of a sudden one night she advised it was her last day on the job because "I (she) was getting married tomorrow.  One damn lucky dude.  I've always kind of "imagined" that I was her last before going civie.  I hope she has lived happily ever after.  The memory lives on with me.