Rio de Janeiro Reports

[Mr Enternational]

I am thinking about taking the train to the Carioca metro, and then down to Copacabana. The metro in Copa is kind of far from the beach, but taxis at Santos Dumont charge an arm snd a leg to go to Copa.

I do not know what your definition of an arm and a leg is, but Uber only charges from 20 to 30 reias for the ride between Santos Dumont and Copacabana. Surely you can afford $4-$6. But maybe the $1 or $2 is worth more than the hour you spend not doing it the easy way.

[Nounce]

...The hassle is getting whatever card works on the VLT and then getting a metro card....t.

It appears to be pretty straight forward.

[Nounce]

... A Russian and an Ukrainian tourist were attacked by a woman with a kitchen knife. She looks like a crackuda....

There seem to be are many mentally unstable people around the area. I was startled by someone like her who pretended try to hit me in the same neighborhood.

[Vagabundo1]

Here's a map of Centro.

I think the lessons learned are:

1. Know where Hospital Aguiar is -- to keep it simple, it is near Central train station (100 m south).

2. Have a buddy who can do first aid and get you there.

3. What are the other details? That is lapa district near our favorite centro prives.

4. Train boxing. I won't go into details but I was assaulted by a dude with the exact same kind of knife last week, but I: A) immediately took out my pocket knife which he saw, took out my taser flashlight b) started backing up in a good boxing stance, and ran away. This was in the side streets off of Metro Uruguiana.

I do believe that the media coverage of events like hamas x Israel are heightening the copy cat violence.

Foreign tourist stabbed in the chest yesterday, close to Catedral Metropolitana. A Russian and an Ukrainian tourist were attacked by a woman with a kitchen knife. She looks like a crackuda.

https://g1.globo.com/rj/rio-de-janei...o-do-rio.ghtml

[Vagabundo1]

Thanks, senor sperto.

I translated it.

A Russian tourist was stabbed this Sunday morning (15), during a robbery, on Avenida Chile, in the center of Rio.

The man was walking through the area accompanied by a Ukrainian tourist when the couple was approached by a woman carrying a knife.

The Russian tourist was injured and taken to the Souza Aguiar Hospital, in the city center, by Security Guard agents. According to the Military Police, the man is not at risk.

In a statement, the Military Police reported that agents from the 5th BPM (Praça the Harmonia) arrested the woman involved in the robbery, who was recognized by the victims. She was identified as Vaniele dos Santos. G1 was unable to contact her to hear her version. The knife used in the crime was seized.

Foreign tourist stabbed in the chest yesterday, close to Catedral Metropolitana. A Russian and an Ukrainian tourist were attacked by a woman with a kitchen knife. She looks like a crackuda.

https://g1.globo.com/rj/rio-de-janei...o-do-rio.ghtml

[Sperto]

Foreign tourist stabbed in the chest yesterday, close to Catedral Metropolitana. A Russian and an Ukrainian tourist were attacked by a woman with a kitchen knife. She looks like a crackuda.

https://g1.globo.com/rj/rio-de-janei...o-do-rio.ghtml

[Sperto]

Thanks Ibn Buttita for your outstanding reports.

[The Critic]

For the second time this year, I made a return, after a decade's absence, to a mongering pilgrimage destination (is "mongerage" in the Urban Dictionary? Like a spring visit to Pattaya, Thailand, my trip to Rio in late July reprised the enjoyment of my earlier exploits in this most marvelous (mongering) city. Quoting (plagiarizing?) myself from the German FKK forum, "This spring and summer work commitments and layovers allowed me to visit Pattaya, Rio de Janeiro, and Bernd's; I feel like I made sacred journeys to the Mecca, Rome, and Jerusalem of the mongering world.

Thanks for contributing to the forum. Looks like you made up for your 10 YR absence. Good Read, everyone should benefit from reading these reports!!

[Ibn Buttita]

Ten years ago I visited the Centro termas plus Monte Carlo in Copacabana, the area where I stayed then. But I never made it to Solarium in the Lagoa neighborhood. At some point in the intervening years I registered on the Solarium website, probably to get the promised room price discount in case I ever did visit. I finally did visit this trip, choosing it for my last night in town, because the Centro termas were closed, but also because it gnawed at me to miss trying a place rated as one of the top termas in Rio. Something that really surprised me was the ease of getting there from Centro. An Uber from my hotel cost only about R25 and took less than 20 minutes despite it being a rainy night; it looked so far away on the map! (On the return I took a waiting taxi, double the Uber price, but understandable since it was around midnight).

Solarium is discreetly tucked away on a side street in the leafy Lagoa neighborhood, and I expected its humble faade to cover a more grandiose interior. That was not the case; every aspect of Solarium was smaller and lower key than I expected, from the locker room to the sauna (really a steam room, which made up for its small size with volcanic heat), to the boite, to the bedroom (more on those ahead). But what it lacked in size was made up for in the desk staff's friendliness when I arrived. One of the young ladies at the desk explained to me in flawless English the way the place operated. It made me almost not mind the biggest thing at Solarium, the price for taking a girl to a room. At least paying the R150 entry charge in cash got me a free drink ticket. But about that R40 discount off the room price for signing up on the website? It's very limited in what you can do with it: the desk staff told me it was only good on Monday nights, and it had to be presented at the desk upon arrival. In the end the total cost beyond the entry fee was R765, including a drink for the girl I met, discounted a bit for paying cash.

One of the draws of Solarium were reports on the girls, mostly indicating a fine lineup (the best in Rio by some accounts), and suggesting more prevalent loiras and brunas. As my previous reports of this trip indicate, I am enamored of negras and mulattas and like my morenas (my preference when I am at a German FKK as well), but I was looking forward to finding myself in a room of Gisele bendchens and Adriana Limas (well, younger versions of them). This was not the case. The girls were just about all morenas, wearing the kind of dresses they would for a night out at a fine restaurant; sexy enough to show off their figures, but nothing eye-popping in other words, dressed like a girl you could bring home to mother. This was definitely a contrast to the other venues I'the seen. Overall, there was a sameness about the girls.

I did have a good view, and a good seat on one of the couches near the bar, because that night was not crowded with either with girls or guys. The boite was not sparse, but even a little more populated and it would have been too full given the small size of the space; it was not much smaller than at other termas, but I expected something more expansive. The reason the number of girls and guests was apparently less than normal was the rain keeping ladies and guests away, at least according to the girl I met. I wouldn't call the room subdued, but then again it didn't have a Michael Jackson impersonator fucking in the open either.

With the open sightlines I was able to spot someone who piqued my interest. She was a black-haired, olive skinned petite girl with a plunging neckline dress. I gave her a wink and a wave from across the room and she joined me on a couch and for a drink. My first few halting words in Portuguese, and my phone's translator app turned out to be completely unnecessary since Mayu was fluent in English. So for the first time on the trip I wasn't tied to technology to interact verbally with a lady. This allowed for a good conversation, since she was whip-smart, a soon to be university graduate with her sights on graduate school for business. She was intelligent but adorable too, with a look so young and fresh that I figured her 18 or 19 rather than her 23 years (I'll admit that the phrase "jail-bait" came to mind). Maybe my favorite thing about her was her voice; before my trip I watched some three-minute Brazilian Portuguese lessons on YouTube and Mayu had the same cute accent as equally adorable Paloma, the host of those videos. I eventually sensed Mayu getting antsy for me to take her to a room; when I asked something about the rooms at Solarium she practically leapt up and said "You want to go to the room?" Well, yes I did, and so she left me there to get ready and fetch me.

Getting ready involved her changing into lingerie and then coming to lead me to the bedroom. I had seen a couple of girls in lingerie in the boite earlier (one with a bra with open cups showing off her nipples), but I just figured they were the exceptions to the conventional dress code. So when Mayu came to get me I was very pleasantly surprised, proud as she took my arm and guided me out to the room. The bedroom procession was interrupted by taking a telephone call at the towel-distribution room on the way to the bedrooms, where the front desk staff member on the other end of the line asked me to confirm my intent to take Mayu for a session, and the price. A good way to avoid misunderstandings and worse ramifications, but a little weird; I wonder about the ugliness of the incident that must have caused them to put this system into place.

Inside the room I quickly showered, stepping back next to the bed (not needing to move far at all it was a very small room, almost like a cabin on a ship, but it did not feel cramped thanks to wall mirrors). There I looked down to see Mayu lying sprawled on the bed in her white panties and bra, looking coquettishly up at me. I dropped the towel and lay down to kiss her, unclasping the bra to reveal her little nipples, on which I lavished attention with my lips and tongue. I did the same with her pussy when I pulled down Mayu's panties, and when it was my turn for oral she performed nicely, the experience heightened by the eye contact from this cutie. Her spinner body made it easy to thrust her up and down on my cock, in cowgirl and reverse. While I wouldn't rank this session with Mayu as high on the safada scale as other encounters in Rio, it satisfied as a wrap up for my termas tour. But there was still more to come on this my last night in Rio.

Solarium was fun, but I wanted one more taste of the pulsating Centro sex scene. This meant at this hour a trash visit, and I had yet to get my dick wet at Club 202 so that was the place. The taxi ride there from Lagoa was fast, so within a half hour I spanned the (roughly) opposite ends of the Rio mongering spectrum, from the penthouse to the trash room (not really fair, Club 202 was reasonably clean).

The place was not very full as the hour approached midnight, just a couple of staff behind the bar, a dj, and two or three ladies. A caramel-haired morena was standing right at the bar, and her thicc, slutty look made me not need to go any further. Lia and I shared a few of Antarctica beers standing at the bar as I grabbed her juicy ass, with her flirting strongly to get me up to a room. We did just that (I went for an hour at R150), and upstairs I found the rooms to be very basic, essentially with plywood walls, but clean enough.

I was getting a bit buzzed, Lia beyond that, and the session was like a drunken hook up. The kissing was not as unleashed as that situation should involve, and Lia was a bit limited in oral given and received. Overall the sex was nothing to write home about, but Lia was appropriately trashy for my only fuck at a trash. A key box ticked to close out this Rio trip.

[Ibn Buttita]

I realized I had a compressed schedule Saturday, with the several massage places open Saturdays open only through mid-afternoon. So I had my work cut out for me. I had built one thing solidly into my day, having made an appointment over WhatsApp the day before for a 9 AM session with Raissa at Dudas at 156 Avenida Rio Branco. A slower morning than expected meant I had to warn them I would be a little late, and meant I didn't have time to get to an ATM machine. At least I caught a tram to get there speedily, handy as this was the first rainy day of my trip.

The reunion with Raissa made me wish I had more time and money. I felt a little rushed, which melted away thanks to her kiss and sensual dick sucking. We again clasped each other in a tight embrace with me grinding her in missionary. New on the menu for the day was anal, which she did ask R100 for. The sex was again some of the most intense p4 p sex I've had, with our passion off the charts. I would have extended again another half hour or hour, but my wallet was empty (I was not willing to use a credit card at a prive), and I had more venues to explore with a limited window of opening times.

After locating a bank machine to replenish my reserves, I made my way across the street to 185 Av. Rio Branco. I first checked in on Dany Massagens, but the friendly and attractively plump mamasan broke the news to me that no one was available. Then I had one of my best turns of luck when I headed upstairs to Bel Prazer. As I sat sipping sugary coffee two of the best looking women I saw on my trip offered their services: petite blonde Leticia, and Susy, a brunette stunner. The only logical solution was to opt for a dupla (R380 total), and once the ladies joined me in the room and slipped out of their lab coats I was very much pleased with my choice. Leticia had pert breasts and a cute ass, and Susy an insane tanned, hourglass-shaped body, her bunda and perfect pendant breasts accentuated by sharp tan lines, possibly my favorite look of the trip. The girls' demeanor was professional, more like the day before on 33 Treze de Maio, than the fun-loving attitude of my duplas with Melissa and Anita at Emporio do Banho or Mya and Jennifer at Onix, but they did aim to please; it was maybe not the ideal spontaneity but I deciphered them at the end discussing good ways to make me cum. But let's not skip to the end just yet.

We shared a bit of light kissing, and both sucked my cock with skill, Susy a bit better and elevated by great eye contact. Not that I could always see the sucker, since I usually had the other one riding my face as I licked their pussy. Leticia switched her riding to doggy style while Susy offered her wonderful tits for me to suck. Most of the action eventually shifted focus to Susy, with Leticia taking on a decidedly secondary role looking on, caressing me, stroking my balls, giving a kiss, sucking a nipple here and there.

But I was happy for Susy to be the main act at this point. Doggy with her while manhandling her oh-so-round bunda, shifting to fucking Susy's pussy with her lying prone with both of us facing the mirror as she gasped with each thrust, these are seared into my memory. But not as much as her proposed mode for my gozar; she enveloped my dick in her round boobs, jiggled them up and down for a fine titfuck, until I had to grab the controls and jerk off a splatter of cum over those heavenly jugs. Her looking down on them glisten in the aftermath was a view to savor.

The rain had let up so I decided to so stroll through the smaller streets of Centro to my next destination, a return to Dark Room, taking some time for shopping for minerals and religious knickknacks (Rio has some quirky items that make fun souvenirs). On the way there I walked along the narrow lane one over from the Praca Olavo Bilac entrance to Dark Room's building, and noted that the three downscale boates there were going strong at mid-day, music pumping from their open doorways. At one place a tall slender mulatta came down the inside stairs, but she looked hardened, and I wondered about whether I could survive an encounter with the women inside.

But it was Dark Room time and with a 3 pm closing I had to go up. I had been hoping that Clara would be there, but the desk guy informed me that she did not come in on Saturdays, so after a small presentation I chose an hour (R150) with Manu, whom I had seen on Dark Room's Whatsapp messages, where her spectacular tits had caught my attention. This nineteen year old mulatta cutie did have a body built for sin. When she stripped down, I was able to see and feel how spectacular her tits were, massive for her petite frame, accentuated with nipple piercings and a lovely sternum tattoo of the ancient Egyptian goddess spreading her winds. Her breasts easily rank among the best I have every encountered, something right off a shapely southeast Asian temple statue.

With mirrored walls the views of Manu riding me or my ploughing her in doggy offered fine visuals. But as suggested by the reviews for Manu performance on the GP Arena local forum, Manu's performance was a mixed bag. She was cordial and we chatted a bit, but it was easy to tell she was not very engaged, and somewhat subdued. I would not mark too harshly, but passion and enthusiasm was lacking, uncharacteristic of my encounters with Brazilian women. In fact, the part of my engagement that most piqued my interest was walking on the market street a couple of blocks over after I left Dark Room, and spotting Manu walk by in street clothes; I thought to myself "I just fucked that teenager. ".

One massage place was still open after 2 PM, Emporio do Banho on Rua do Rosario, where I had the great dupla with Melissa and Anita earlier in the week. When I arrived this time only one morena was available in the presentation. Curvy Amanda put on the temptress act, and with limited options I agreed to an hour in the room (R190). The friendly young manager noticed that all the rooms on the third floor their main floor, were occupied, so he asked me to go to a specific room on the floor below. On the way I passed two much better looking girls, to my regret.

After showering I waited for Amanda. And waited. And waited, for a good 15 minutes, so I went into the hall to call up to the manager to see what was up. He came down and apologized for the mixup, and Amanda came down. That miscommunication was not a good omen for the session, and out of her dress Amanda's body was mediocre, as were her kissing and general movement. It was a real meh of a session (I faked orgasm, running a bit on empty and looking to save up for the evening), a disappointment for my last prive visit of the trip.

[Ibn Buttita]

After a good and affordably priced dinner at an outdoor fish restaurant around the block from the Windsor (I could see the place below from my room window), I opted to try some more local flavor Friday night and check out some of the nearby trash / boates. It was about 8:30 when I strolled over to Club 31 on Rua Alcantara Machado, and headed up the entry stairs and took my drink tab slip from the ladies at the counter outside the boite. I stepped in, took a look around, and turned around: just a handful of ladies, negras to my liking but heavy and not so attractive despite their skimpy outfits. A short walk away was MV30 at 30 Rua Mayrink Veiga (I can't decide if the names of these places are brilliant for simplicity and clarity or utterly uncreative). With the guy at the front door asking for a 25 Real cover charge, I figured that it would be five US bucks down the drain if I had to turn right around like at 31, so I headed over to my real intended destination for the night, 4 x4.

My goal was to see Jade, the gorgeous negra from the night before. She was nowhere in sight once I got to 4 x4, however. So I sat where I had the night before, giving it a half hour or so for Jade to emerge. I saw plenty of other girls from the previous night, but one stood out. There standing next to me again was the tall, dark Brazilian Barbie in her white bikini again. She caught me glancing over at her and came over, and told me (I had to ask her to type it into Google translate) that she had noticed me looking at her the night before. I invited her to sit and have a drink and this began another entertaining session of phone translator app-mediated banter.

Nanda had appealed to me not just for her perfect bikini body and my kryptonite, a white bikini, but also for her unique look. Despite the diversity in Brazilian women I had observed, facially she was still unlike any others I had seen. I learned why when she told me that she was of Indian background, with ancestors from Goa (sadly, her social media profile photos erase that unique look thanks to the filters she unnecessarily uses). I also liked the way she moved, from what I saw of her dancing to the music on the floor both nights, and then even better in leaning up against me and caressing. We spent a while doing that and drinking and having snacks.

We eventually headed for some private time, and took a large room at her request, which was really not necessary since we had no need for two double beds. The second mattress could have been useful though; I pulled it off and placed it on top of the bed we planned to use, in the hopes of making it possible to see ourselves properly in the wall mirrors (why are they always placed too high -- except in the Dudas-Bel Prazer universe -- to see the action well? That mattress move was a fail. Another was Nanda's performance. I expected more from a party girl and good dancer, but we were just never in sync. Kisses were very light and DATY unavailable, and the blowjob and fucking in missionary and doggy forgettable. Nanda was lively and wacky but the sex wasn't; a contributing factor could have been the booze she had been consuming, she is a party girl. But I didn't begrudge Nanda for this as I did for Maya at Whiskeria 65, who was simply negligent, because Nanda had shown me such a good time overall, so I thought it worth the R800 or so I dropped on the night.

[Ibn Buttita]

Friday dawned with the entire day open, with work commitments done. That meant a morning visit to a massage clinica, something I set up the previous night by writing to Onix Terapias to reserve a dupla (1 hour R380) with Mya and a friend: the first partner for Mya I requested was unavailable, but Jennifer was, so I looked forward to experiencing the dynamics between these two. I was not to be disappointed.

Jennifer was a tall, slender, straight haired brunette (morena?) counterpart to Myas' bite-sized frizzy-haired cuteness. She too had killer tan lines as I discovered soon after the two entered the large, sunny room and stripped out of their street clothes. We joined together in a triple kiss before my towel dropped, as did Jennifer to her knees to take my dick in her mouth. As we moved onto the bed, I got to enjoy the girls kissing and touching themselves, though not as sapphic as the other day at EMPrio do Banho. The wall mirror gave me the perfect vantage point to see the girls sharing my dick with blow jobs and alternating between sitting on my face and cock. What was clear was the importance of pairing friends, or at least very simpatico colleagues, for a dupla: smiles and laughing abounded, making this threesome worth remembering.

From the well-worn elevators of Av. Rio Branco 156 I made some time for monastery tourism and souvenir shopping at the plaza by Santa Antonio Church. From there it was a couple of blocks over to the massage clinicas / prives of 33 Treze de Maio, which I hadn't visited before. First I had to run the gauntlet of the guys (and one butch lady) handing out garishly printed paper slips advertising the massage places in the building, begging off their offers to escort me up to the clinica that employed each one. One place, which I had in mind from reading past reviews, was Sexy House at apartment 3207. It was a slow journey up an ancient elevator (no building registration required at least), but I eventually made it there.

The view from the room where I would witness the presentation had views to rival Rio Branco 156, with an amazing prospect over the waterfront and bay over to Niteroi. I could imagine in years past some 1970's or 1980's office worker having a coffee and cigarette hunched over their IBM Selectric typewriter in the spot where I was about to get fucked.

I had a diverse set of options shown to me, and decided to keep the dupla roll going with two thicc girls, a cute negra named Duda and a bruna named Betsina (or something like that). The girls worked well together but were more reserved than I had experienced earlier that morning. Still, seeing the brown and white boobs and bundas side by side turned me on, and each got turns in doggy and returned the favor in cowgirl. In the end Betsina administered a lovely blow job, executed with fine eye contact, that ended with me depositing a load in her pretty mouth. Not a bad executive lunch hour for me for R300.

Earlier research had given me a number of addresses in the building to check out, so I did some reconnaissance after leaving Sexy House. The fly-by-night nature of these places was evident by the for rent signs on the doors of some former massage studios like the one at 2114. Others were open, and there was a cluster of the places at 2106/07, 2103, and 2102. At the first I turned down a curvy morena mostly due to need to rest before another fuck. At 2102 and 2103 despite the avid salesmanship of the mamasans (speaking so fast I could only nod to fake comprehension) I did not see a selection good enough to entice me for a session.

With 33 Treze de Maio not worth lingering, I walked around Praca Floriano / Cinelandia, had a bite to eat, and headed over to 185 Av. Rio Branco for the first time this trip. I love this building's design with its spiral entry ramp descending from street level to the elevator banks and the wood paneled hallways; it may be a 1950's relic but it still has panache. Dany Massagem at 1308 was my destination, and once there I found myself in teenieland. I thought Onix had a corner on that market, but there were at least 8 nubile lasses in bras and panties who come to the room to greet me for the presentation. All were very smiley and friendly but the ones with the most personality and persuasion were a slender negra with glasses (really hitting my nerd fetish) named Barbara, and a petite brace-faced morena named Bia, both just 20 years old. Another dupla was in order (1 hour, R300-something).

When the two joined me in the room they smothered me in kisses and once stripped out of their lingerie were open to photos in the beautiful pre-sunset rays streaming into the room. Their barely legal bodies impressed me, Barbara with a rock hard ass and Bia a petite, flexible body for me to move around in multiple positions. But as much as that their attitudes were top notch; the two were massively enthusiastic and energetic, in jointly giving oral attention to my dick and taking turns riding me. Bia was almost manic, a playful kitten let loose, but Barbara was not far behind. They exhibited so much excitement for this dupla; whether it was it my natural charm and handsomeness, or maybe due to their being eager new employees, who knows why. But I was a happy man on my way out, led through the hallways of the flat to the door by stark naked little Bia, both of us smiling to the end.

I remained in the building for my next stop, a journey up the elevator and back in time ten years to where I had my first massage clinica experience. That was at Bel Prazer in apartment 2114. On entering it looked completely familiar, especially the bench-lined presentation room, which had been wall-to-wall older guys when I visited during a midday visit a decade ago, but was now empty as closing time approached. (I appreciated that the room was stocked with a dispenser of gratis sweet coffee, a nice touch Dudas had as well.) I did multiple sessions with upwards of 10 girls there on my previous trip, so expectations were high.

Only one girl was actually available, but I was happy with the choice of Lavinia, a pretty 19 or 20 year old mulatta. Her slender body and the white lab coat she initially wore were the extent of the resemblance with Raissa at Duda's, as our time together had little spark: Lavinia barely kissed and more or less went through the motions in our half hour (R120) session. Maybe it was just a matter of her being on the verge of clocking out after a long day. As I headed down the metal interior stairs from the rooms and then said goodbye to the manager at the desk, I hoped I would have the chance for a good session at Bel Prazer again, and that's exactly what happened the next day.

[Ibn Buttita]

The kind of boates and trash venues lauded by Vagabundo and others on the board were not even on my radar ten years ago, so I literally put those on my Rio map this visit; as mentioned, their locations in Centro was a factor in choosing Windsor Guanabara for my hotel. I did not actually make a lot of use of them (I only sessioned at one place, and that was my last of the entire trip! More on that later.); they definitely took a back seat to termas. But I did make it a point to check them out. So on Thursday night after dinner I started my exploration.

I began by walking a few minutes down Av. Presidente Vargas to the intersection where Club 202 on Rua Teofilo Otoni and Clubs 114 and 116 on Rua Conceio are located (what are the exact addresses? Look no further than the names. Note to trash and termas owners: how about using a little more imagination like the clinicas do: "Dark Room" etc.). This corner is separated from the big avenue by a small open park, so the plus was that at night I wasn't really navigating narrow side streets, although I did not linger on the streets though they were well-lit. I recall both 114 and 116 having apparently new signs and lights on street level, so it seemed they were promoting themselves more openly than the other trash / boates I saw, possibly the impact of two next door neighbors competing.

I tried out 116 first, on the basis of the most reports I had seen. It was a madhouse, a full-on party happening with whatever the local version of reggaeton pumping ear-splittingly loud. The place was packed with guys, many dancing in some way. I am sure I stuck out, as a white foreigner, in the crowd there. There was a scattering of lingerie or bikini clad women around, a fair number on the heavier side, a few nice thick ones, and a handful of slender cuties too. It was hard to move, but I got to the bar for a beer and squeezed into a seat by a table; as much as the people it was a challenge to avoid the piles of empty beer cans everywhere. I stayed a bit but could not imagine how the mechanics of connecting with lady and getting a room, and shuddered imagining the conditions I would find there.

After leaving I passed on 114 since I expected similar conditions, and rounded the corner a few meters to Club 202. That was a much better scene for me, with plenty of space to sit. There were some guys there but no crowd, with a number of ladies. Some were attractive, like a pair of slender cuties playing pool or a busty girl next door type having her boobs fondled. Others less so, more on the plain side than anything else, and one blonde I could not figure out, looking cold but when someone approached her she looked great smiling; she would have been a good one to approach. But I decided to invest my energy elsewhere, at the main destination for the night, Termas Whiskeria 4 x4.

Each of my first few nights of my trip I had gauged if it was the right night to finally get back here after a decade, and with only two nights possible remaining (4 x4 being closed Saturdays), I had decided to hit Quatro por Quatro after the aforementioned trash exploration. I made the ten-minute walk from 202 via Avenidas Vargas and Rio Branco, to 44 Rua Buenos Aires. That's where I encountered a packed house, with pink decorations, balloons, lingerie, and swimsuits as far as the eye could see (amid the white robes). As the famous lyric goes, "By the way, which one's Pink?" Every girl, it turns out, when it is 4 x4 on the night of its Barbie party. (It's a good thing that the theme was based on that movie and not "Oppenheimer" . . .).

I had read lots of reports on 4 x4 to get up to speed, and the sense I got was that the termas outside of Centro were the places to go for beautiful women while 4 x4 had a rougher lineup. Not from what I saw this (and the next) evening; to me 4 x4 easily had the best quality garotas I saw on the trip, with the most diverse group: slender and thick, pert asses and big bundas, curly hair and straight, teenie types and more sophisticated ladies. This diversity also included having among the morenas, negras, and mulattas a good number of loiras I saw some great looking blondes there (though a fleshier English-speaking blonde annoyingly tried to corral me just as I entered, and I wisely avoided her).

But my eyes quickly settled on the object of my desire. Standing in the middle of the floor in the boite was a gorgeous negra clad in a sexy pink lingerie set. Jade (I vaguely remember this as her stage name, I used her real name that she shared with me) gave me a big smile when I approached her, and after getting drinks at the bar we sat down and chatted via Google translate on my phone.

We had a lot to comment on, since with the party mood girls were up to all sorts of things, a couple stripping, others pole dancing or and twerking, and others having fun taking photos in the life-sized Barbie box mockup. While Jade gave me a lot to enjoy visually with her sultry eyes, luscious lips, and curvy (though fit) ass and tits accentuated by lacy bra and panties, I was frequently distracted by the sexy show of Brazilian womanhood on display that evening. One in particular had me sneaking peeks again and again, a tall fabulous mulatta (maybe) bucking the dress code in a white bikini, who with a body like the doll was literally a black Barbie.

But Jade was my lady this night, and sometime around midnight we got a room. She looked exquisite as I slipped off her lingerie, and treated me to a sensuous blowjob that was made even better when I turned her around to lick her wet pussy in a 69. We kissed with passion as I fucked her in missionary, had some energy left to worship her ass in doggy (not anal), and with my stamina waning she mounted me to give me a glorious view of potentially the most beautiful black woman I'the ever had sex with (she is in the running). After I came we held each other for a while, and realizing that the session had gone very long Jade remarked "They must have forgotten about us!" Which was the case, as when we exited the room there were cleaning staff around, girls in their street clothes, and others heading into the later-closing whiskeria section downstairs where there was a band playing. After I got dressed that is where I sat for a while, enjoying the music as I reflected on this amazing evening with this GDP goddess. Sadly I was not able to get together with her again, either the next night at 4 x4 or at my hotel as she was unavailable Saturday night, so the Barbie night was the last I saw of Jade.

[Ibn Buttita]

On my last Rio trip my Clinica visits were a highlight. Some of these were outside of Centro, like Massagem Tijuca and Anne Massagens in Barra the Tijuca. Other massage places I visited ten years ago were Cacau VIPS and Ju Panteras at Rua Bento Lisboa 184 in the Largo do Machado neighborhood. The metro stop for the neighborhood was conveniently located between Botafogo where I had work meetings and Centro, so I planned a Thursday mid-afternoon visit to Largo do Machado to see if I could have sessions at either Ju Panteras or Cacau or another I saw listed, Malibu; the hassle of getting a sim card for my phone (the Brazilian authorities need to make this easier) meant I had not called to make a reservation for Ju Panteras as I had seen was recommended. Alas, I found and got into the building for these prives, but there was no answer at the apartment numbers I had found online. I did not mind so much, since the search brought me back to Largo do Machado, one of my favorite Rio neighborhoods with its plaza market and sidewalk restaurants.

After striking out in Largo do Machado I decided to try a massage place where on my earlier trip I had made repeat visits: Dudas Massagem at Av. Rio Branco 156, Room 3320. The procedure for registering to get a swipe card to access the building's elevator banks was quick and easy, I just had to show my passport at the desk. Once upstairs the friendly receptionist set up a presentation, from which I chose a tall, slender mulatta named Raissa. Led across to the apartment across the hallway and then to the room, I showered and waited for Raissa's arrival, which she made with a beaming smile and dressed in a medical coat. This was a therapeutic treatment, after all. The coat soon dropped away as did the towel around my waist as I embraced and began to kiss her on the mouth, our barely having said a word to each other.

That launched a session with passion the likes of which I had rarely experienced before. I was enthralled by Raissa's eye contact as she sucked my dick, but the most remarkable aspect of our oral sex was my tongue and lips on her "grelo grande": Raissa owned the largest clit I ever encountered (it is even featured in closeup on Dudas' Whatsapp photos), and she clearly appreciated the attention I lavished on it.

I am not sure I squeezed a lady harder while fucking, alternately wrapping my arms around RIassa's body or clutching her head against mine as I pumped her furiously in missionary. She worked her fit, lithe body to the max as she rode me with abandon, and I relished watching her exertions in the fully mirrored cubicle that was the small room. Dripping with sweat, we had to take several breaks to recover from the energetic fucking and from the heat that built up even with the fan on high. The session was fantastic enough that I extended it to two hours (total R380), finally ending with a crescendo as I blasted another load into Raissa's eager mouth. I knew that another Dudas girl repeat was to come.

I departed satisfied, but I was not going far, planning to stay within the building to go to Onix Terapias on the 22nd floor. I took my time taking photographs of the city view over Rio from the 33rd floor hallway windows, and from the windows off the stairwell as I walked down to floor 22. The views from this building are some of the best in the city, especially around sunset as when I was there; an observation deck in this location would be a popular tourist attraction, and here I got it as bonus wrapped up with my clinica visits. Besides the pleasure of taking in the view, taking photos like this offers good proof for suspicious minds that your visit to Rio is focused on tourist sightseeing and not garota-fucking.

I came out of the stairwell at the 22nd floor and proceeded to Onix at Room 2235. The presentation made one thing clear: Onix specializes in teenie-looking girls, something that came across also from the street clothes the girls wore in greeting me. There were some nice looking girls wearing glasses available, but I selected Mya, a morena cutie in a halter top and jean shorts and super curly hair, whose body was as petite as the room where I met her (what the room lacked in size it made up for in colorful mood lighting and the best music I heard in any CLnica, some smooth jazz. Plus the wall mirror by the bed was at the right level for good views). I opted for 1 hour at R190, changing my mind at the last minute from the half hour I initially planned.

Mya's petite body (small but perky boobs and grab-able bubble butt) made my mouth water, even more so with her fantastic tan lines. While she later told me she was 25 years old, her teenie-ness made me a little tentative at first, with the age difference and language barrier possibly doing the same for Mya. But kissing her slowly and gently on the lips began to warm her up, melting to a full thaw. Looking at her adorable face as she looked into my eyes and slid her lips on my dick could only be topped by the sight in the bedside mirror of her straddling me in cowgirl as I held her titties. After she rode me to a hard cum we cuddled affectionately and chatted via translation app in the time we had left, planning a followup visit the next day. Looking to pair Mya with another Onix girl, I asked her which of her friends there would do a dupla with her, and thus armed with names for making an appointment I was on my way.

[Ibn Buttita]

I got off to a later start than I had wanted, so for my nightly terma visit I put off 4 x4, which was at the top of my list of go-to places, and headed over to Terma 502 where I had enjoyed multiple sessions in 2013. The contrast to the previous night's Whiskeria 65 adventure was stark. At 9:30 or 10:00 the boite was almost empty, with three ladies or so, and in the billiards room next door a couple of girls sat with a guest.

My choice of companion was made easy as of the women one looked much better and younger than the rest. Esmerelda was a slender morena in her early twenties who looked great in lingerie with sexy piercings and tattoos. We text chatted a bit, shared a light kiss, and watched one girl do some pole dancing, but with the late hour getting to the room was a priority. There's not much to say there. Light kissing was as far as she offered, the blowjob was unmemorable and she was unresponsive to DATY, and the sex mechanical. Overall the night was kind of forgettable (cover and drinks and the session set me back about R500, pricey for what I got). Walking through the place I was able to recognize the rooms where I had great times ten years ago (even taking into account the renovations made since then), but the visit made me realize that with some places you can't go back home again.