Lauren Powers and Sunfire.  Boy Im old

Lauren Powers and Sunfire.  Boy Im old

LMAO!  Right there with you!  Wait!!! . . . Sunfire . . . ummm . . . Blond? Victorville area? Weird scarring on the inside of her forearms like she tried to pick up that barrel full of hot coals from the TV show Kung Fu?? 

not sure where Sunfire was from as she was touring.  she wasn't in the scene that long but there are some old videos out there of her.  She was hot but not a good session

not sure where Sunfire was from as she was touring.  she wasn't in the scene that long but there are some old videos out there of her.  She was hot but not a good session

I thought she was from Vegas 

Count me as an Old timer as well. I definitely remember Lauren and Sunfire. I really wanted to session with Sunfire I too thought she was hot. We had one basically set up we just couldn't make our schedules work out to meet. I was bummed but I guess I didn't miss out on much. Sorry you had to suffer through a bad session with her

My "Sunfire" was a different girl.  But as I recall, what a GREAT several sessions, but also very weird.  She lived up in the Victorville, CA area which for those who reside elsewhere is a semi-rural, meth/poverty infested area east of L.A. in the high desert off state road 138 (for those who know the area).  SHE, however, was great looking.  More than a 90s figgie, but not quite a bber.  5' 9" w/long blonde hair, a bright, open face. As I rode up to her place, she bounced out the front door in short dungaree cutoffs and a white button-down long-sleeve shirt with the middle tied in a knot exposing her abs and rolled up sleeves.  Gave me a big hug as I climbed off my bike (the HD was always a good way to intro myself to a bulkette) and welcomed me inside.  I cannot now recall where I discovered her . . . might have been TER, might have been the wb270.  Anyway, she welcomes me in and after some initial pleasantries asks me how I'd like a massage.  Um . . . great!!  Heehee!  After about a 30 min. back and hamstring massage on a prof massage table, she has me roll over.  Oh, she's nekkid!  A PERFECT body with gorgeous, tasteful, not-to-big enhancements.  Lovely biceps and delts, just a dreamboat of a supremely athletic poster-girl for Aryan Supremacy Magazine.  I need to mention, parenthetically, that she had these weird scars on the insides of both forearms that stretched from almost where her wrist attached to her hand up to almost the crook of her elbow.  Remember the TV show "Kung Fu" with David Carradine (for you old timers)?  Remember during the opening credits when he is tasked with hoisting up a giant cauldron of coals with his forearms, forever scarring him?  THAT is what the inside of her forearms looked like.  I never did ask.  Anyway, after I roll over, she climbs aboard and off we go to the races.  I was so turned on that when the moment of glory hit, I thought I was going to blow my frontal lobe out into the Anza-Borrego desert!!

I went back to see her several more times and every time was like that.  HOWEVER, on about the fourth or fifth trip, I made the major tactical blunder of mentioning that in the interim I'd sessioned with Christine Marshall; I do not now recall how it came up in conversation.  Oopsie!  She got sooooo pissed and did such a drastic personality turn that I thought we might actually come to blows.  No amount of apologizing.  No amount of saying how touched I was that she was jealous or that she actually really cared about me sufficed.  So, with my tail between my legs, I booked it out of there like the devil was after me, never to return.  Fortunately, she had no personal information on me, or I am certain she would've gone after my job, my personal life, whatever.  That was about five years before I retired in 2012.  Whew!  Lesson learned.

I always find it a bit odd when sessioniates get very territorial especially when they are traveling. Do they expect Schomes to just sit around and wait for them? The best though when they take it as a competition therefore raise their game. I had a few like that and it was awesome!

I have had loads of sessions with some big names and each one gets better and better as you know what to look out for and expect in the next one. FYI I except FS.

The worst one was Ironfire. Very very expensive, and I was young and naive and careless with money. I did ask if FS was offered and she did say yes but I failed to ask exactly what kind of FS. Cause in the session the most we did was DATY. Will not go back again and I now make an effort understand what exactlY fS is.

She is back to play https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=196818.0

I have a contrasted or paradoxical recall of my unique session with Gunfire.
On the one hand, the facts are: she was not very pleasant, we negotiate a shorter session and lower fees, as she did not want to provide what I expected, although I was very clear in my e.mails... Another fact was she was really beautiful and sexy (athletic but not hugely muscular).
But, on the other hand, I keep a strong memory of that session because, she punished me in a way I did not expect. Her strength was really amazing, and even if I prefer sensual session, we armwrestle and she almost broke my arm.
On of the strongest women (pound per pound) I have met. Much stronger than most fbb. And she knew how to use her power.

As I already told on this forum, my worst session was probably Colette Guimond.
And it is ironic, because nevertheless, I had several sessions with her (at that period, there were few session providers travelling).

And the biggest disappointment was Lisa Cross

Oh jeez.  What happened with Lisa Cross??  She would be a dream come true for me!

My "Sunfire" was a different girl.  But as I recall, what a GREAT several sessions, but also very weird.  She lived up in the Victorville, CA area which for those who reside elsewhere is a semi-rural, meth/poverty infested area east of L.A. in the high desert off state road 138 (for those who know the area).  SHE, however, was great looking.  More than a 90s figgie, but not quite a bber.  5' 9" w/long blonde hair, a bright, open face. As I rode up to her place, she bounced out the front door in short dungaree cutoffs and a white button-down long-sleeve shirt with the middle tied in a knot exposing her abs and rolled up sleeves.  Gave me a big hug as I climbed off my bike (the HD was always a good way to intro myself to a bulkette) and welcomed me inside.  I cannot now recall where I discovered her . . . might have been TER, might have been the wb270.  Anyway, she welcomes me in and after some initial pleasantries asks me how I'd like a massage.  Um . . . great!!  Heehee!  After about a 30 min. back and hamstring massage on a prof massage table, she has me roll over.  Oh, she's nekkid!  A PERFECT body with gorgeous, tasteful, not-to-big enhancements.  Lovely biceps and delts, just a dreamboat of a supremely athletic poster-girl for Aryan Supremacy Magazine.  I need to mention, parenthetically, that she had these weird scars on the insides of both forearms that stretched from almost where her wrist attached to her hand up to almost the crook of her elbow.  Remember the TV show "Kung Fu" with David Carradine (for you old timers)?  Remember during the opening credits when he is tasked with hoisting up a giant cauldron of coals with his forearms, forever scarring him?  THAT is what the inside of her forearms looked like.  I never did ask.  Anyway, after I roll over, she climbs aboard and off we go to the races.  I was so turned on that when the moment of glory hit, I thought I was going to blow my frontal lobe out into the Anza-Borrego desert!!

I went back to see her several more times and every time was like that.  HOWEVER, on about the fourth or fifth trip, I made the major tactical blunder of mentioning that in the interim I'd sessioned with Christine Marshall; I do not now recall how it came up in conversation.  Oopsie!  She got sooooo pissed and did such a drastic personality turn that I thought we might actually come to blows.  No amount of apologizing.  No amount of saying how touched I was that she was jealous or that she actually really cared about me sufficed.  So, with my tail between my legs, I booked it out of there like the devil was after me, never to return.  Fortunately, she had no personal information on me, or I am certain she would've gone after my job, my personal life, whatever.  That was about five years before I retired in 2012.  Whew!  Lesson learned.

LOL, awesome write up!
The Sunfire I was thinking was a tanned Blonde out of Florida years ago. She was listed on the WB270 and did some video work.

Sarah Brooke - all she did was talk (blah blah blah) and smoke weed. She is very full of herself, waste of time and money.

Iron Angel - Probably the most beautiful woman I have ever met or been in the same room with, for those who don't
                   know her, she was a well known pro bodybuilder and fitness expert. Horrible session and way too expensive.
                   She stopped doing sessions years ago.

Goddess Devastation - Just an overall strange one.

My worst session ever was with Amber Black. I've described this session before, but I'll recap , briefly: Crawl under a king-size matress and soak it with a hose. Stay there for one hour. Then give the matress $300. That describes my session with Amber Black.