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Well, just back from a week in Lisbon spending Xmas with family. Lovely place, although dirty in places. Very difficult to nip out and sample the local delights, it seemed there was a dinner at somebody's place every night. Eventually managed to grab a couple of hours on New Years Eve, tried 2 addresses. The first was the one on Alameda Dom Alfonse Henriques, mentioned in previous posts. Rang the buzzer, tried the number, no response. Don't know if that was just for the holidays, or for good. Knowing I only had 2 hours before I was to join the family and head off for a NYE party, grabbed a cab and headed to Avenida Infante Santo 350, also mentioned below.
What can I say, they were not stunners, in fact my God, they were quite heinous, I wouldn't normally have done them even for free - BUT it was New Years Eve, I was pressed for time, and I was leaving the next day. Well, they redeemed themselves with incredible service. 70 Euros for 2, 1 young girl, one old tart, no time limit. I just wanted to be blown, and I believe I could have got it cheaper, reading Ze Duron's description again - 70 Euros is for half and half - but there was a bit of a language miscommunication so i ended up paying 70 Euros and while they were taking turns giving me BBBJ they kept asking me if I was ready to fuck and I kept saying no. Both were portuguese, neither spoke english or spanish or french, I speak no portuguese, so I guess that's were the confusion came about. Still, it was NYE and they were sucking some stranger's cock, I won't begrudge them the extra 20 or 30 euros they got.
Very good, very tender blowjob, I'd been saving myself for a week so the end result nearly blew my head off. The old tart did something incredible at the end, she kept moving her mouth along the SIDE of the my knob as if she was playing a mouth organ (ha ha, no seriously) and that was enough stimulation to make me erupt! Not as good as a CIM, but close, she kept moving her mouth sideways up and down even as I was coming, definitely took pride in her work.
Anyway, they then cleaned me up, wished me "boa ano" and walked me to the door. Very pleasant, although I could have done without hearing the baby in the other room.
I'm dubious about Lisbon as a good location. Even normal girls in the street were pretty rough. Think I'll stick to Eastern Europe. Although of course maybe I can have a better time with more planning.
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happy new year 2004…~
a year that important for portugal and for the city of lisbon, i have my concerns, maybe prices will start raising! i hope not because that would ruin the ambient.
this has been some slow weeks in terms of action, so it’s time to hit the action again. strange how i already miss it and it’s been 2 or 3 weeks since my last hunt! i want to visit rue pedro nunes in an earlier report by muri (many times in deed, so i have to check it myself).
there is also this parlour adonis reviewed by mutrix (http://www.adonishealthclub.com/index.htm) the girls and facilities look great.
i will also check out rua alves redol, nº 11, 1st floor (central in lisbon close to instituto técnico), they usually have nice girls for 1 hour sex for 100 euros. some are seen at the webpage; http://www.aslolitas.com/ . you can't see much but the pictures are real for patricia, vera and sindy.
i tried patricia, beauty teen blond and her price is 50 for half and half with great attitude, she is dear to please, you can reach her at 914159927 at rua dona estefânia, nº 155 or 157, but i don't know the floor right now, just ring her.
i also promised to avoid the street scene as it is getting creepy down the hill for the whole past year (with little exceptions, a few week-ends).
after all this writing i am starting to feel this withdrawal sintoms, quite funny. does this happen to you folks as well?
i´ll loggon again after having some new informations, hope good ones to start this amazing year right off!
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Part Two
And yet…now… what exactly is it about Brazilian girls? Why cannot Muri share the worldwide admiration for them? Mariana is a gorgeous woman, with slanted bright black eyes, long glossy jet hair, pouting lips and regular teeth, breasts augmented to perfection, smooth flat stomach with love’s pink rose nestling beneath a fragrant wisp of fur, above trim shapely legs and a hard perky little bottom… an eight or nine for those colleagues who employ a points system. Applying mouth to pussy, Muri (a literary gent) recalled the words of one of the first ‘discoverers’ of Brazil, who said of the Amerindian women:
"Ali andavam entre eles três ou quatro moças, bem novinhas e gentis, com cabelos muito pretos e compridos pelas costas; e suas vergonhas, tão altas e tão cerradinhas e tão limpas das cabeleiras que, de as nós muito bem olharmos, não se envergonhavam… ... uma daquelas moças era toda tingida de baixo a cima, daquela tintura e certo era tão bem feita e tão redonda, e sua vergonha tão graciosa que a muitas mulheres de nossa terra, vendo-lhe tais feições envergonhara, por não terem as suas como ela." (Pedro Vaz de Caminha, May 1500)
Murilloa’s free translation:
"There were three or four girls with them, really young and pretty, with long raven hair down to their arses. Their pussies stood out tight and hairless: we lads stared hard, but they weren’t embarrassed… …one of those chicks was made up from head to foot with that paint they have, and let me tell you she had all her curves in the right places, with a pussy to die for – most women back home would eat their hearts out to have a sexy little package like that."
For five hundred years, the descendants of Vaz de Caminha and those of the Amerindians have been joyfully fucking. The happy result can be seen on every beach in Brazil, and in the wider world wherever sex is to be had for money: pretty brown girls, who take their sex as naturally as eating, or sleeping. In fact, this may be the heart of the problem for Muri. Brazil sex seems rather matter of fact, humdrum, mechanical, and lacking in true spice. They seem to perform one of the deepest darkest mysteries of life as if it were eating breakfast or washing one’s hair. Something like the Brazilian TV soaps, so superficially full of sound and fury and intrigue and sex and violence and passion but so empty and automatic. Or more controversially, compare Brazilian football, so much-vaunted and so many times champion… but who would not really rather watch a game from the English or Argentine league?
Muri contrasts Mariana with the woman he currently visits weekly, a mother 30 years old, on sale for €40 in a suburban house, by no means eye candy like Mariana, in fact rather more sexy in her clothes than out of them; a little thin and awkward in some movements; a fairly experienced prostitute but still struggling with a sense of shame; who blushes and then laughs if you talk dirty, who removes her panties and folds them away with her back turned (in fact Muri has cured her of this habit); who shivers with mingled thrill and shock when you put her hand on your hard prick; who is at first reluctant to be kissed or eaten, and then gives way in a rush; who doesn’t often have an orgasm but when she does get there, it’s genuine and gives her surprise and joy: who seems – whether you’re her first client or her tenth – to be fully involved in the hot sweet mystery of man and woman, that complicated cocktail of delight and disgust, pleasure and pain, rather than just being a garota doing a sexy playful dance with a man in front of a mirror.
Better stop. Muri is starting to sound like DH-fuckin’-Lawrence. Let it be stressed that he has no prejudice against Brazil, on the contrary admires the place and its people. That’s why he would like to feel more of an authentic passionate jolt when he couples with one of its daughters. Perhaps a colleague can respond meaningfully on this board. Otherwise… well… if at first you don’t succeed… Muri will just have to try, try and try again, a task that is not likely to be unpleasant.
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Curiosity was whetted by reports on Adonis Club. Christmas dealt severely with Muri’s wallet, but by January 9th he had assembled the necessary wad. If you dislike rambling reports: Part One is information and a standard narrative, and in Part Two, for the leisured connoisseur, Muri wrestles with a great existential question: Brasileiras. (how charming: spell check wants to change that to ‘Broilers’…)
Part One
Adonis could not be more safe or central, 200 metres from Marquês de Pombal, focal point of the Metro. The discreet, easily found entrance is Rua Braancamp 22, with a pleasant café next door for refreshment ‘before and after’. Reception is on the first floor; your chosen companion takes you to the third. Service is friendly; the installations are comfortable and hygienic. Six very attractive young women were on duty at 1730 on Friday. ‘Adonis’ is exactly what a €100-an-hour brothel in the business section of a 21st century European capital city should look like. Recommended, gentlemen: though there’s no need entirely to forsake cheaper pleasures in dingier surroundings.
Confronting six fine girls in provocative clothing, Muri had difficulty making up what passes for his mind. The hostess helpfully suggested choosing two, but quite apart from the extra cost, this would be too much meat for one old dog. The decision favoured Mariana, a petite dark Brazilian of 23 years. She escorted her new friend upstairs, touched, caressed and squeezed, stripped slowly, gave oiled massage, shared a shower, masturbated while Muri dried himself, discreetly rubbered him, adopted ‘69’ to begin, then eased through the positions, offering zestful encouragement, and faking orgasm just before Muri unleashed his. Pleasant ensuing conversation was mainly about Brazil: she will shortly return after several months in Lisbon earning rather more than she did at the supermarket checkout back home. Her cheerfulness, optimism and love for her homeland were touching and appealing. A second shot is part of this deal, but Muri, already lost in thought (see below) didn’t press for it and nor did Mariana. The experience was certainly worth three figures.
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Murilloa,
Nice report ,happy new year to you, tell us about your trip to Uk over the festive season. I havnt drank at the trough for close to 2 months, shared a quiet christmas season at home with family and friends , but did venture into switzerland for some skiing.
Cheers
LA
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Muri,
A wonderful report. Parts of it can be matched with the Lusidades.
For me, the Brazilian girls in Lisboa are the spice of life. Nothing against a Portuguese girl but I prefer some "colour" e calor!
Muito obrigado por vosso contribucao!
Carlos
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Muri,
Heres one too you: Have you ever thought of writing a book, memoirs of an English man in Lisbon? The trials and tribulations of a punter in Portugal?
May be a best seller.
Cheers
LA
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To the forum and all its providers, and especially to all the people posting on the section Lusitana (Portugal) and above all, to the administrators:
Have a great start!
Have a Great 2004!
(If your about to do a trip, try Portugal and you won’t regret it!)
I started the year by visiting a place that was earlier reviewed by Mori, at Rua Pedro Nunes, Nº 45; Tel:96 788 32 36.
It´s an old Pension right in the center of Lisbon, easy to find and I was presented to three girls at that Friday early evening (I think they work from 12 to 22 hrs). Isabel a young and tall brunette was by far the best option available. She has a kind of Slavic face, reminding me of Russian women and her figure is really nice with beautiful medium very firm tits and long, long legs that point to a phenomenal ass and a clean pussy. I was sitting on the bed, and she kneeled down in her boots to give me a covered BJ.
Although I was a bit disappointed by the very brief foreplay, little petting and she wouldn’t suck in my member very deeply, I remembered that I was only paying 30 euros for this suck and fuck combination. As I asked her if she did anal, she rolled her eyes and said: “Claro,… e gosto!” (Sure…and I dig it). I asked again and she just smiled and got on the bed on all four. What an amazing view! Her butt is a real white pale beauty. She put on some lube and just let my best friend in through the backdoor. It wasn’t me pulling in, it was her pushing her ass against me! Wow! Superb experience! I rode her for ten as long as I could and even had the time to take one of her sexy boots off to caress and lick her feet and legs! She is really warm once you overcome the first barrier, so to say. She is very clean, I wouldn’t kiss a girls feet if she wasn’t absolutely clean! All in all, a great experience for 50 euros, since I upgraded for anal. Have to ride her again.
I left the place feeling really relaxed and got my way to a tiny café nearby to have my first beer (imperial). There was a soccer match on TV and I got into a small talk with another costumer and the bartender. After an hour I felt recharged and thought to myself, let’s have another round and got going to the close
Avenida 5 de Outubro, Nº 61, third floor; tel: 96 477 47 53:
This place looks really worn down but it’s really safe as it is located close to the Taxi stop and easy to find on the other side of the street of the Cinema Nimas. There were only two gals in her forties waiting to please their customers. I chose Maria, a curly brunette with nice hard legs, big melons, beautiful hands but to much belly for my taste. But hey lets try her out for 30 euros. She was offering a massage and intensive BJ for that price. I asked her to go directly to the matter and she wanted to do it without cover but I insisted to have oral sex with a condom on. Her service is five stars; she got into it like I was her son going to war tomorrow! She was taking it deep, deeper and deeper and I was sinking into Trans. I told her girls my age don’t “work” like that and she started licking my balls, caressing my torso and my asshole. I would have loved to meet her in her younger years. She is a real queen (not a stunner but still charming) and is willing to perform to her best for your approval. I can only recommend her.
Well next I am going to try to finish the round to the places I stated in earlier reports.
Have a great week-end and I wish you all the very best for 2004. Stay healthy and in shape, don't jeopardize it.
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Latin Ass, Carlos Primeros:
Thank you gentlemen, for your appreciation of my recent report. I also posted it on the Brazil board, expecting to cause a little mischief, but there were appreciative and thoughtful answers- one guy pointed out that it's a question of age, not nationality, so that if you have a trivial experience with a young woman, you compensate by finding a 'mulherão'. Another gave standard advice that sex isn't as exciting unless it's part of a relationship. Well, nice responses and real food for thought, but the pleasures of hunting are such that I do not see myself embarking on a steady relationship with a thirtysomething lady any time soon: that belongs to the recent past and perhaps the distant future.
Latin Ass, your suggestion that I should write a book is too kind and flattering. I would just love to do some such thing, but eventually family, friends and boss would find out and there would be hell to pay, although it would also be a kind of liberation not to be leading a double life. I guess this is how gay men used to feel about 'coming out'. Nowadays they have no such problem, in fact in some parts of London it seems pretty well obligatory to be gay: while we men who pay for sex have to experience the mixed joy and shame of being furtive. The politically correct guidebooks to European capitals (Lonely Planet etc) are typical in this respect: they inform the gay traveller of every possible cruising haunt, but if they mention heterosexual prostitution they do so in a tone of voice which would do credit to a Victorian curate. That's why this board is such a mine of information, as well as being a friendly and supportive community.
To both you gentlemen: keep coming to this board, and return soon to Portugal,
Muri
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Zé D.
I'm glad that you found your way to Isabel, up that street past the exotic carpet shop from Saldanha. What an excellent description of her - although she's 100% Portuguese, she does have an intriguingly 'Slavic' face with those high cheekbones and wicked eyes. And as you rightly point out, these are by no means her only fascinations. I have never especially enjoyed anal, but on my next visit to Isabel (next Wednesday if all goes well) I may give it another try as it sounds as if she knows what she's doing in that department.
Well, it's Friday night. Muri always feels tired after a long week of work, a little melancholy because it's Lori's 'day' in London and she has been pleasuring other guys and none of them was Muri... but there's also a glow of anticipation about the morrow - Sabado will find him... where? Even he does not yet know, but whatever the day brings him, he will share it on this board.
Boa noite, everyone,
Muri
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Long live the Friday night feeling!
It was proven that in ocidental culture, as we live in, our hormones start to get tricky around thursday, get wicked on Friday and start cooling down on Saturday night or Sunday morning!
It was Friday evening and as I left the job behind around seven I started wondering what kind of tricks were expecting me and ended up ringing a crazy pal of mine. He is in his late thirties, was born in Lisbon but has developped his carrier upnorth in beautiful Porto. We used to go to college together and back in the early ninties used to hang out quiet a lot, but as you can imagine life was quiet different with those days budget. The Zero budget level, that makes you inventive as hell if you wanne get laid!
Until this Friday I had never been on the "hunt" with this guy, and to tell you the truth I thought he be perfect for the atmosphere as he is not only relaxed but also a killing laugh. But, how was I to approach him regarding the possible rejection on a long time friend?
I don´t know if I planned the situation, unconsciously, but we ended meeting at Saldanha at a café were we used to watch infernal soccer matches and drink the first 5 to 6 beers, back in those crazy early ninties.
I hadn´t seen him for a month or and we started the smal talk with a cup of coffee (Bica) and a beer. As he had had late lunch with family (lucky bastard was on vacation and I had worked my ass out that miserable day) I said I would eat later on as well and so we compromised of getting to the movies at Saldanha Residence. The place was packed and the best movies were sold out and so we moved on down the street to Cinema Monumental, one of the old-type theaters were they still have a "intervalo" in the middle of the movie! We settled for The Calender Girls, got the tickets and found ourselves a café to have another beer and smoke some special stuff just as we were hedding back to the theatre.
The movie is so-so and the only thing worthwhile remembering was the "intervalo" were we had a smoke outside at the entrance of the theatre. As you stand outside there is a club called Black Tie, mentioned on earlier reports. The first chicas were arriving as well as the first guests that I guess were having dinner in that place. Some of the girls looked beautiful in their neglige and high heels, and I couln´t avoid ckecking my mate having really long drags at his cigaret and staring with a big smile at the girls.
That is the tell, I guessed and we went back in after a few coments on the meat arsenal outside!
After the movie was over and as we hedded out I asked him: hungry? Lets have dinner, at the Black Tie and started laughing.
I knew from his life standart that we were on a 200 euros budget, tops! We got in that club at midnight and they were charging 25 euros pax as a fee. I told them we were in for dinner and so we managed to get in for free! Nice start!
We had a beef stake each and ordered a few beers (mistake, we shoul have gone straight for the bootle of vodka). As we were eating we started talking about this kind of double-life activity and each one of us knew what we were in for!
This place is lacated in the heart od the economic old quarter of the city, every cabby knows it. It´s a nice club in a basement, very confortable, whit visible signs from the late eighties. The predominant coler would be say black and silver at the entrance, brown and silver in the social area; it´s half litten, not to dark and they have about 30 to 50 girls in sexy (but descent) clothes and say up to 100 costumers (a lot of guys are just there to stare at the ckicas). As it was early there were about 20 chicas and guys around. We were approached a couple of girls and chatted with a few ones. Almost all were Brasilian chicas, with a few blondes in the vast majority of brunettes and mulatas. The decoration is what you can expect of a 80´s disco with lots of sofas and cosy corners. Waitresses and bartenders are very nice and professional.
After dinner and coffee we decided to have a bootle of the russian stuff and imediately attracted the chicas. Strange thing was there were a few ones sitting all by therselves and I was told by the bartender that they were "Reserved" for some Rich punks!
The advantages of having a bootle:
1. Costs! You get the bootle for 60 euros if you have dinner and there is no more charging you 12/15 euros for a drink. (soda and cola are free)
2. The girls love to be asked for a drink and you can give em eighter a long drink or a shot if she dares to! LOL! It gets the talk right of.
3. You are awarded a table that will be yours as long as you stay.
4. You get the best chance to have a good talk with the bartender serving you, bringing the glasses and ice. He will tell you what you can expect from a specific chica or where or what time to Tias (portuguese chicas in their 30s and 40s), Russas (Russian and Slavic chicas), Hispanicas, Universitárias and so on.
The drinks were starting to cause some effects and I got myself dancing with a brasilian blond. She was hot and we had a lot of fun for half an hour dancing to last years hits. They go crazy when they hear some brasilian music!
Got back and found my mate chatting to two portugesas and so I dismissed my brasilian girl. She took it relaxed and promised to be bak on the hook. Both the portuguese girls were nice, wearing dark tight jeans some kind of sexy top and platform shoes (to my pleisure) and looked just as any sexy pair of friends do!
After 10 minutes one ( Madalena) asked me if I could manage such a sexy gal as she was! and started plying with her hand on my chest and trousers. Man. it´s really difficult to chose between all those goddesses.
Madalena is what I would consider an 9 if she was working with me, but down here I would rank her down to a 6 or 7. The level was amazing with so many different languages been spoken, so many high heels wondering arround, blue tight jeans flashing in my directions as well as mini skirts and night dresses. It was all there, big breats, small, saggy or enormous mamas were at the list. Big Ass or tinny butt!
Madalena stated 200 euros for a full hour, which was to much as I had paid for dinner and the bottle. I gave her back to the room and to tell you the truth I was glad cause after not even 10 minutes I saw her leave the club. My pal gave his girl up and we proceeded to the dance floor.
We danced and our hands got on so many asses and breats, it was way getting out of "hands" but no one bugged us for our partying.
To make it short: I asked my pal if he was willing to fuck his brains out and he replyed "Mas claro!" and he grabbed a tall brunette and got to our table as I was checking all the meat. As I joined them she (marília) asked me why I was alone? We got into the chat and I opened myself to her about all my fantasys and turn-ons. She was a real laugh and introduced me to like six or seven friends, until I met Vanessa a curly blond argentinan goddess with big tits. My spanish isn´t the best but we managed in between vodkas and just keept the flame going on, having a tight slow dance where she whispered her demands to my ear: 200 euros one hour. I didn´t answear and as we got back to the table my friend said he had reached to terms with Marília; 100 euros but I was to take my girls as well and we would all share the room. So it was 200 euros for a foursome I asked and Marília started smiling to Vanessa; I said only if you chicas do the hottest show on earth!
To make it short: We ended leaving the place as it was past 3 o´clock in the morning and headed to a Dallas Residencial, just 3 blocks away. We got into my car where all the action started with some dirty talk by the girls saying they wanted to compare our dicks and that it was up to them to chose who to fuck! It really aroused me but I wanted them both and I wanted to reach the full hour.
At then place the girls paid the room and we all got upstairs. The facilities were poor but clean and the show started right away with the chicas eating theirselves for 15 minutes. It looked quiet pornograffic to tell you the truth. I rode my Vanessa for my round on the bed while my mate was sitting with his chica the only spare chair. After our blows we all had a smoke and me and my pal bursted out laughing with our drunkness and the strange turn this night had had! The girls found it funny that we had been hiding our hunting-bussiness from each other and the atmosphere was really chillingly friendly. Thats when Vanessa demanded me to eat her again for another 100 euros. I rejceted the offer and said another 100 and we do a real foursome, including anal sex and foot fetish.
It took me like 50 minutes to come the second time. It was the fuck of the century (for the past, say... 6 month! LOL). Oral, vaginal, footfetish masturbation and anal sex, I rode both the girls and as I fucked Marilia in the Ass she was taking my mate in the mouth while Vanessa was spreading her legs for me to continue next. Amazing.
All in all I spend a small fortune that night, but as I drove home past five I was happy as Kike.
Expenses: Café x4 = 2 euros
Imperiais (before movie) x 2 = 2 euros
Ticket for movie = 5 euros
Dinner and drinks for two= 60 euros
Vodka bootle= 60 euros
Chicas= 150 euros
Tip for my Vanessa= 20 euros
All in all say 299 euros! Was it worth it? Absolutely! But now imagine if the two weren´t that reliable and I would only have done one shot? Costing me 249euros (299 -50 euors for the extention)!
It was on the edge, but she was a real pearl. They told me that the Carnaval season is hilariant!
By and I hope I haven´t been to extensive but it was really a chilling experience!
PS: who knows of places (apartments) that are strong on Saturday or Monday
PS2: someone asked for tTias, there were a few in this club that were really that type of "mulherão", including the destinctive accent that is needed for a girl to be considered one.
PS3: Have lost track of the romanian chicas that were to be found around Rua Artilharia Um and Saldanha streets.
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Ze D:
Wow! A marathon evening. Most appropriate that this great night's work should be the subject of report number 100 on the Lisbon board.
No time for more than a brief airing of a problem which may become serious. Browsing through previous reports to see if I had missed anything, I suddenly realised the significance of Zé D's remark to the effect that 2004 would be a big year for Lisbon and Portugal. Of course... Euro 2004, the European soccer championship!
Question for Lisbon punters - is this good news or bad for fellow hobby fans? Maybe gentlemen from other boards can tell us what happens to the trade when a major sporting event hits town? My first reaction is to head out of Lisbon into Spain for two weeks, watch the games there on TV and avoid the crowds of boozed up soccermaniacs and the high prices. But quite possibly Spain will be denuded of all its working girls as every Brasileira, Colombiana and Russa within 1,000km of Portugal heads west to get a piece of the action. And if prices are pushed up, will they stay up, or revert to pre-competition levels?
To all wise economist-hobbyists: advice, please!
Muri
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Muri, Ze`duron,
Thanks for the reports, it was interesting reading ZDs post, yes that extra 50 euros actually made the night 100% better.
I will tell you about my friday night ( i wont tell you were I live for security reasons), but lets say the town is in central europe ,with a lot of history, in fact the town is surrounded by some old castle walls and the old castle is a ruin now, but back in 1100AD this place would have been the centre of activities. After work I enjoyed a few quiet beers at my local with a few english chaps, we usually talk rubbish about whos better at rugby, SA, NZ or Australia or England, then have some more beers and talk more rubbish, its a dingy little pub that "proper ladies and girls" would steer away from due to the loud heavy rock and stench of smoke but i like it. Occasional some working girls frequent the place but they usually sit alone nursing a beer and their wounds.
Anyway at around 8PM and 3 pints I decided to frequent my local knocking shop, the place is ran by the russian mafia (although this is not Russia) and the girls are mainly polish and eager to please. I fork out approx 60 euros for 20 minutes, but I always choose alexa, shes a tall brunette aged around 22 who likes me and therefore provides me with fringe benefits, its kind of girlfriend sex (with a condom of course) but well worth the cost. I have done most things with her except anal, shes wild in bed sticking her toungue deep down your throat while you give her a good reaming, she even orgasms and from my experience it looks to be real with shaking and quivering etc, after sex she has sometimes asked me to go out for drink but I dont like to mix business and pleasure, and I dont want any problems being spotted by enquiring relatives, so I have to reluctantly decline.
Anyway after this jaunt it was back to the local for another two pints followed by a "special" smoke which sent me dizzy and disorientated. I then went to another bar, cant remember at what time this was but I woke up next day with a telephone number and the url to someones website in my pocket, it must have been a good smoke as I dont know who gave me these things, and I dont remember talking to anyone, as a matter of fact I dont know how I got home? Happy new year too all!
LA
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Good work, Latin Ass - an intriguing report and you keep us guessing as to your location... let's see... a place in Central Europe with a medieval castle, Polish girls at work in the noblest profession, and Brits hanging out in bars... hmmm.... that gives us a couple of thousand possibilities...
Must be a pretty safe city if you can confidently get stoned and wake up with partial recollection... don't ever try that in Colombia or you will wake up feeling as if you'd taken on the whole French Rugby pack singlehanded...
cheers,
Muri
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Serendipity: noun
Etymology: from its possession by the heroes of the Persian fairy tale 'The Three Princes of Serendip'
Date: 1754
"the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for"
(Webster)
Serendipity can be the gentleman’s best friend, and this week brought Muri a grand dose of it. Business took him to a locale he seldom frequents, the Praça Espanha. Lisbon has several beautiful squares: this one is just a stretch of wet grass with a pointless arch in the middle, and traffic roaring round in all directions: no sense of humanity or urbanity here. It was not a hunting day, but a time for coffee and reading, so Muri took refuge in a café, and sipping his 'bica', picked up the 'Correio', which fell open, the way it does, at the classified section and the following advertisement: (translation)
Vitória…Portuguese girl…genuine 18 years old…bust 38…pert bottom…slim waist…green eyes…nothing is taboo with me!…Praça Espanha.
A significant coincidence and a likely tonic for a depressing afternoon, thought Muri: and so it proved to be. Telephone calls to new establishments can be discouraging when some crusty old hag mumbles an incomprehensible address and puts you off the idea of taking things further. This call was answered by a bright young voice: “I’m Vitória”, she said, “you can find me at Largo São Sebastião da Pedreira, 31 3E, and my service will cost €40.” Outside the café, a passer-by provided directions, bringing fantasies of an alternative travellers’ phrase book, one with really useful sentences like “Good afternoon, please could you tell me if there is a young blonde prostitute in this area?”. Muri returned citywards up the hill. The vast Corte Inglés store loomed on his right, and merited a detour: a couple of purchases in the gourmet food section, and several sightings of appetising young creatures, returned him to hunting mode with a keen sense of anticipation stirring in his warm winter underclothing.
Largo São Sebastião da Pedreira is a mouthful, but easy to find, across the avenue from the Corte and one block back. #31 is a typical nondescript apartment block. One look at the young woman who opened the door, and Muri’s intuition suggested that he was in luck. It’s not that Vitória was extravagantly pretty, or alluringly dressed: a slim tallish girl-next-door in tight jeans, boots and a white T-shirt, with glinting studs pierced into her navel, darkish blonde hair in a ponytail, green eyes as advertised, and an appealing friendly straightforward face. This is a fairly common type in Portugal, making a nice change from plump or petite Latinas: but only very rarely do you find them for sale.
Shown straight into the bedroom, Muri paid his €40 and went to wash for the lady. When he returned she had already stripped, for Muri had forgotten to issue his usual instruction not to remove any clothing: he likes to do this, lingeringly, himself. Not to worry: he reserves that pleasure for next time, and next time cannot come soon enough, for there standing before him was a figure out of Botticelli.
Words can do no justice to the slim firm tone of this lithe body, nor to the fragrance of her hair, neck, breasts and other areas to which Muri directed exploring hands and lips. Nor to the dexterity of her hands, mouth and pussy, the vigour of her cowgirl ride, the joy of entering her from behind, thrusting up against that hard ripe bum, the loveliness of her legs when Muri turned her over on to her back, gazing long and hard at the most splendid sight a man ever sees, before returning to paradise for an overwhelming orgasm… no, .... no point trying to describe any of that.
After withdrawal, Muri caressed every sweet inch of Vitória’s exquisite body, including her clean pretty delicate feet: take note, Zé D, we know you have an eye (and a tongue) for such things. Still admiring the perfect texture of her skin, Muri traced her fading tan lines from last summer, indicating use of a tiny bikini, which must have caused many a man on the Costa to slink into the dunes and tug on his sandy erection.
Only one drawback: she was not initially forthcoming in post-game conversation, seeming intelligent, but uninterested in making more than a business contact with the latest punter in her life. Perhaps this is no bad thing, for Muri must beware of falling in L***. Anyhow, she was laughing at his jokes (or his bad Portuguese) by the time he departed, and there is no question but that he will soon return to his serendipitous discovery. That night, his last waking thought (add an 'n' before the 'k', if you must) was of running his hand gently up Vitória’s long, smooth succulent inner thigh…