Meat Loaf Mongers w/ Fellow ISG Senior Member
Monger w/ Meat Loaf: [B]Stop Reading About It and Experience It, In-Person! [/B]
Through PM a fellow ISG Senior Member contact me for a real-world, not virtual (ie. Website) experience. (Pay Jackson his US $20 for Senior Membership and stop being "pinche" (cheap.)
The loaf has been satisfying the hunger of Nicaraguan ovens as of late and has not had much time to knead any extra dough so it rise within new ovens. Therefore, the essential ingredient is missing and the "Meat Loaf" is an acquired taste for the select few.
Through PM I met a fellow ISG Senior Member and we began the mongering session. Gentle pleasantries were exchange while endulging in Tona beers and scoping the honies dressed in lingerie at Fenix. It appears that many ISG members have turned Fenix into a hot spot because they are expanding: New construction is underway at Fenix which should introduce new meat to the market.
After a few beers at Fenix we headed to one of the many neighborhood brothels located throughout Managua. Not many ladies were working due to Semana Santa celebrations, but the few that were present sure were looking for some "huevos, salchicha y leche" (eggs, sausage, and milk: testicles, penis, and sperm.) Fellow ISG Senior Member pounced on his opportunity to aide the local economy with a smooth skinned, long legged 19 year old who stated with glee her delight in taking photos. As both ISG Senior Members glanced upon one another visioning her elegance in the ISG photo gallery, we knew what had to be done. And he did it! The two arose from the table, paid the appropriate service charge, and entered the bedroom.
While watching pornography on the television and finishing a Tona I could not help but hear some ruccus coming from the bedroom area. Granted, she was 19 years old and thin, attempting to tame a Gringo (Fellow ISG Senior Member) possessing more physical stature could make any bed pound the wall; any lady moan from enjoyment; or any yound lady scream from getting those vaginas walls expanded. Beyond the financial assistance provided another community service is being performed when young ladies are penetrated and that service is gynecological. Yes, stretching the vaginas walls east-to-west; excavating new territory in the abyss, expanding the muscles of mouths, bulging eyes including the third, and enstilling the sense of confidence that only can be obtained through experience and accomplishment. These are the filanthropic benefits that mongers provide to every society.
(I will allow fellow ISG Senior Member to write his experience if he chooses regarding this young lady.)
We depart the brothel and embark upon another neighborhood wh*rehouse. Lots of nice ass was available and I became fond of this thich chick wearing a blue body suit. Her meaty brown skin looked better than Boston Market Rotisserie Chicken. Fellow ISG Senior Member confessed he had no stamina to attack any other ladies, especially since he had home delivery scheduled for that evening. As stated earlier, I had no stamina since I'm banging my sex-employee upwards to five (5) times per day.
We depart this third brothel and go to a fourth so fellow ISG Senior Member can have a good reference point as to how the local community operates. This excursion was more local and community-based than Fenix or Caribbean Morena can offer and only will be found by local residents of Managua who know the scene. Hence, Meat Loaf may be contacted through PM for guidance. Anyway, this fourth place is truly a neighborhood spot with sex-providers ranging in age from teenie to double nickle.
Fearing loss-of-credibility I fealt Meat Loaf must engage a young lady. Being the gentleman my mother reared me to be, I invited Karla over for conversation. She showed me the strenght of her oral skills by attempting to give me a hickie. After that gained my confidence, without solicitation, she slid both hands along both of my legs entering my shorts and boxer briefs. Was she about to give me a double-fisted handjob at the table in front of fellow ISG Senior Member? Yes she was and did! It seemed that she became more amorous with each stroke and held onto the loaf tighter with each pump. Again, the stamina concern was present in my mind, but she assured me that would not be a problem due to her talents.
As is the case in Nicaragua, she said "Tengo hambre" (I'm hungry. Translation: Buy me something to eat.) Thinking I was being nice, I gave her 100 cordos for her time and for some food. She was totally confused as to why would I give her money and not buy her food or the p*ssy. We exchanged phone numbers after she confirmed her availability to provide home delivery.
Bringing the "tour" to an end took us to yet two more brothels which were closed. ISG Senior Members exchanged "Muchos Gustos" and went our seperate ways. He to fulfill his home delivery appointment and me to another brothel before returning home to my live-in sex-employee. We had sex twice that evening after I told her the same recap of my evening that I am writing to you.
(Pay Jackson his US $20 for PM access so you too may experience the real world (warm; wet; tender and deep mouths, vaginas, anus and not the virtual world (ie. Web fantasies and Meat Loaf text.)
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For Tom Lee: Censorship of Pictures
I was charged-up after your request for photos so I took my two disposable cameras to the neighborhood store I used last year. Should have known better when I was the clerk / developer was a broad. You know the rest.
These m*fuckas get on my nerves with their "Captain Save-a-Hoe" mentalities. Those three girls were smiling square into the camera exposing all. And some "Captain Save-a-Hoe" censored my photos.
These societies and mentalities where others regulate how, who, when, and why you f*ck someone are ridiculous, for lack of a better word. As I told co-workers who would hate on my sales-floor production: Focus on your prospects and their conversations, not mine! Worry about yourself and Stop Snitchen! For a society, Nicaragua, where children don't attend elementary school, due to freedom of choice and lack of capital, my liberty was robbed.
Now, I must decide if I'm gonna' call that one broad (the laundry lady) I eliminated from the stables and the mother-of-four so I can have a threesome again and take the photos on a digital camera.
This really pisses on my Wheaties! I don't even have any negatives.
You know, from government's regulating child births; to father's not having rights; to prostitution being illegal; to divorces filed citing adultery; to hoes being mis-guided into believing their p*ssy carries value, but can't be sold for anything of value beyond a marriage ring. Those were my photos / property and the store chose to infringe upon my possession 'cause they didn't like it: Captain Save-a-Hoe. Hell, it aint my fault nobody ever took her picture naked.
I forgot: I'm a male and in regards to male-female interraction hence, I'm always the bad guy / fall guy / scape goat / one at fault / dishonest one / liar / irresponsible / and every other polar opposite of the "Virgin Mary. " Damn Adam.
In summary, my efforts to add to the photo gallery have been thwarted.