That's what its all about gentlemen
[QUOTE=RioBob;2565856]So I had a date with a girl I met in DV to go to dinner and 2 A2 swing club. I was texting her during the day and no response so I figured she changed her mind. No big deal so many things to do anyway. So late afternoon I decide to get a girl from barra vip that I mentioned before, natural blonde Polish descent, beautiful. After I finished her my girlf from DV finally responds and says yes let's go out and have a good time tonight, I'm like now I don't know, I'm tired and may stay in, she says come on lets party. I told her let me take a 2 hour nap and I'll let you know. I wake up 2 hours later and say let's go and have fun.
We go to Carretao churrascaria at Praca de Lido which was pretty good and at the end they give you a shot of cachaca and we were on our way to 2 A2. There were a few young beautiful girls there, one couple I spoke to she was a Lieutenant in the Navy and was wearing this sheer blouse with her breasts fully exposed, she was so hot, I wanted to catch her upstairs but couldn't. This girl I was with was 23 years old so young and hot, I grabbed a lot of tits and hot wet bucetta and just swapped with one couple in comparison with the 38 year old I brought the week before swapped with 3 couples.
So after we left 2 A2 she wanted to go to Dolce Vita to dance LOL but inside she ran into a young friend and asked me if I like her I said sure. We all danced then went up to my place and banged the new girl, we were all on my balcony naked, dancing, drinking, smoking, having fun. love Rio![/QUOTE]Thanks for sharing a typical wonderful experience in Bunda Land. For whatever reason, after reading your post, it reminded me of what I always said to my good friends over the years about my visits to Brazil, which is the following: I don't mind if the plane goes down, as long as its on the return flight. Thanks for sharing.
The Sorrows of Young Zebra: A Sensitive Mongers Guide to Breaking up with a GDP
This update will address the inevitable consequences of becoming a regular with a terma girl and then later some reportage from Posts 2.
When last checking in the reality of developing a regular (almost daily) relationship with a Terma girl had begun to hit. Two things occurred in direct correlation- 1. The demand for more money, gifts, uber eats before sex, helping out with money for her birthday party, etc had begun to pick up and 2. The quality of performance had declined. It could be that the performance never *actually* declined, but because the novelty of such a beautiful dish combined with the acts she was willing to perform had once been intense enough to smooth out any perception of slacking- the execution itself had always in fact been matter of fact and without much desire. I began to see it as being obligatory and started to feel like a chump. The aura of novelty hath vanished, the bubble burst. Let's also add that these girls lie all the time and their lies are often laughable and blatant.
Even more so, a reconnection with Letitia and the best sex of the trip only served to set the scene. Letitia was to come over the morning after to do her laundry, give me lasagna and sex- but had to cancel because her very good friend had unexpectedly died. I'm still waiting for an update about that. Immediately after Lucrezia messages me and wants to come over since it's a holiday and she doesn't need to work and I agree. The day was annoying and not fun. She insists on eating first, orders Japanese food from uber eats- calls and yells at the delivery guy because it's taking too long. We try to do oral, but my heart is just not in it. She spends the rest of the day on the couch looking at watches before somehow managing to extract some money from me to buy one. I've had enough.
I send a message later that day that we I need to take a break which she surprisingly doesn't even really react to- is mostly concerned with collecting her charger which she left at my place which we finally arrange the next day. It's not until the following evening that the disappearance of her cash cow starts to sink in and I get a series of emails, first contrite and wishing to at least preserve some contact, to later angry and hurt after I tell her I need variety. The cognitive dissonance in her messages is interesting to observe as is the entitlement.
It's been said multiple times that to them, we are just a source of income. It may feel that they have some attachment to us, but there is non beyond a need to keep the money coming in and a sense of pride that can be easily insulted if things don't go their way. When a beautiful woman keeps contacting you every day to come over for sex, it's difficult to resist because you feel desired- but when you understand she's not contact you for sex, she's contacting you to make a withdrawal, it's a bit easier to say no.
To wash myself clean, last night I head out to the boates on Posto 2 and to see if I can get a new fix. My sex drive is not that high at this point- either because its late in my weekly TRT cycle, or just the drama from aforementioned nonsense, or just general monger burnout after 3 solid weeks of daily sex- who knows? I recon Mabs before going to Marrakech.
Marrakech is weird my dudes. I've only ever been the only guy in there and the women (about 10) all swarm you instantly and expect you to make a choice. Once doing so your girl really gives you the hard sell, which is a turn-off. My choice was moderately attractive, but with a slight underbite. Keep in mind, I've already paid a 50 entry fee (comes with 2 drinks), and the club will charge another 150 exit fee for the girl. This girl agreed to BBBJ, CIM, but was asking for 500 for an hour. Forget it. I ask 300, she goes down to 400, but that's where it stalled out. I get her zapp and leave. Why is it that the girls at Marrakech seem to not understand how to put their contact info into your zap? Both times I've been there that simple task was an ordeal. Anyways- not a realistic price point.
I head back to Mabs and chill for a while drinking a beer. Ladies start to show up, but nothing I fancy. I move on to Dolce Vita. Every single time I've been in this place it has been totally dead- I'm not sure why it has the reputation here that it does among the posters of this forum. This was Friday night at 12:30, and basically nobody but me, a few other fellas sitting in a booth, and about 4 or 5 raggedy girls shuffling around. Is this a place that doesn't start until later? I'm out.
On the way back to Mab's on the walk I'm propositioned by a pretty decent freelancer but decline because she looks like someone who might steal. She quotes me 400, I stick to 300. She doesn't come down. Soon after I spot a smoking hot branca freelancer in a tight black dress who looks Russian. Gorgeous body, beautiful face, could easily be on BarraVips. I ask her price, she says 200. I'm like, 200 USD, what? She's like, no- 200 reals. I'm flabbergasted. What will she do? BBBJ, CIM? Yes, and yes. Bam, its on and we are in an uber to my place. It is roughly 1:30 am.
In the uber she is putting my hands on her tits and flashing her beautiful boobs behind the driver, I feel like she is a bit too enthusiastic and possibly on drugs. I think she said her name was Sara. I had previously stowed away all my valuables so my pad is somewhat theft proof unless I am drugged- so I'm not too concerned- but its always an unknown. Back at my place, again she's just overly enthusiastic and rushing things too much, I really can't get into it. On anther day, perhaps, but my mind was somewhere else. Big ups to the majority of the sex fiend mongers who can raise wood under any circumstance. I'm able to get somewhat into it- but notice Lucrezia is sending me the previously mentioned zapps out of the corner of my eye. Sara is clearly just overacting with all these oohs and aahs- which is actually a turn-off, and I phone in a performance, don't even finish. At some point she says I look exactly like her ex boyfriend. Hmm. Its over, I pay-and she doesn't have a phone supposedly (weird, probably a lie) but I give her my number on a piece of paper which I'm sure the throws in the trash. It was a bizarre session. No valuables taken.
I might be having monger burnout. This week I'm going to join a gym and start developing a weekly fitness regime as well as working on some of my real life professional obligations and put the hobby in the context of a larger set of concerns and hopefully it will re-ignite the fire. Again, big respect to the guys who can just plug away daily with 2 girls, week after week, month after month. I think however, we can appreciate the idea that mongering is individualistic. Monger and let monger shall be the whole of the law. Zebra Out.
Is this the movie from 2014?
[QUOTE=Vagabundo1;2566051]On Netflix a new movie, Alemao, is must watch viewing to understand Rio and where our favorite girls come from; it is also good viewing between banging at your pad if you get your girl over.[/QUOTE]It's not available on Netflix US.