General Reports

[Phordphan]

my schedule lately is that i must visit the zona during the day. so, i've been going down 2 - 3 times a month, for a couple of hours, mid-week. i haven't been posting any trs, cuz there hasn't been much of interest to report. i usually see a fave in hk for 60 - 90 minutes of sweaty pse, or a fave sg. but you can only report the same thing so many times before it becomes repetitive.

today i hit the road at 9:30 and stepped out of the parking lot at 11:30, crossed the turnstiles and walked to the zona. i walked from revo to con on art. 123, n on con, east side, down to my fave casa de cambio, changed some money and strolled the alley.

i wandered into the front door of hk, made a lap, went to the front bar and ordered a beer. 30p. i am starting to like the bar more and more due to the lack of annoying meseros. one did come up, mid-swig, and asked if i wanted a drink.

i waited for my fave, but i guess she wasn't working. i looked for the part japanese hottie i met 2 weeks back, but she wasn't working either, or at least not yet. it was just past noon.

so, about 12:15 i decided to take a stroll. maybe i'd come back, maybe not, but i thought i'd go look for plan b, who is a sg who works near the rio nilo. her schedule is somewhat inconsistent, so i figured there'd be a plan c somewhere.

as i'm walking up the w side of con, looking carefully at the sgs, to make sure i didn't miss my intended, i forgot, for a few minutes, to check my six. i heard rapid footsteps behind me, and before i could react a guy grabbed me from behind and got his arm around my neck.

everything happened within a few seconds, but it seemed like a much longer time. i was stunned, then figured out what was happening. i lurched to my left, and twisted hard. i don't know if it was the guy's momentum, or my twisting, but we both fell on the ground, me onto my left knee and left elbow, i think, him behind me. i had the thought to cover my pocket that held my passport. i didn't really care about the money in the other. all at the same time, i was beginning to think about how to try to break the hold, i see his friend running up to assist, and my cheap-ass boost mobile cell phone came skittering out of my shirt pocket. i tried to stand up, and grabbed for the cell phone, all at the same time. at least that's how it seemed. then, as soon as it happened, the shitass let go and he and his friend started sprinting n on con.

i hopped to my feet, grabbed my phone and started to chase them, swearing at them as they fled. maybe i could have caught them, maybe not. but, i stopped after a bit. i figured that little good could come of it.

i checked my pockets. i don't carry a wallet, so they didn't get that. in fact, they didn't get shit. all i had in my back pockets were a couple of condoms, hand sanitizer and a comb. total damage was a minor bruise on one knee and a missing button on my shirt.

of course, the human debris populating constitucion didn't do jack shit to help. i didn't expect anybody to run to my rescue, but to not even yell? they just watched impassively. and, of course, there were no fuzz in the substation at 12:15pm.

i dusted myself off, straightened my sunglasses and strolled back up con to art 123. the girls just grinned sheepishly. hey, if you ever had the misconception that anybody in the zona gives a shit about you, this'll wake you up. when i got to the corner an obese abuela did ask me if i was ok. i told her yes, and that they didn't get anything.

well, that's kind of a buzzkill, so i was debating just heading back to la linea. then i said fuck it, i'm here to get laid. so, i collected my thoughts and marched off w on art. 123 towards ninos heroes. i wandered down nh to coahuila, then over to ab. i rarely, rarely go into ab, but i figured i'd just make a pass and take a leak.

so, i wander into ab, make said pass and head for the head. unbeknownst to me, i had been targeted by one of the milfs. there was nobody sitting in the booth next to the bathroom door when i went in. when i cam out, this lady was waiting for me. she grabs her purse and pops up like a jack-in-the-box. she was somewhat dark, shaped like a grape with legs, and nobody would classify her as pretty. not my type. i was going to blow her off, but she had such a funny way about her, and such an insistent sales pitch, that i stopped to listen. her name is [CodeWord901], she's from guatemala (and looked like it). she promised good sucky, good fucky, assured me her tits were natural and not silicone, then showed me. then she started grabbing my dick, promising that i could cum in her mouth. then she said all this could be mine for $30. i told her i only had pesos, so she said no problem, 300 pesos would be fine. i just smiled and said something to the effect of what if i want to eat you? she smiled and said sure, no problem. ok. wth. as monty python used to say, "now for something completely different." vamanos.

we head to the room, i pay for 1/2 hour (150 pesos), and i pointedly look at my watch as i picked up the towel, hoping the guy would take the hint. en cama she has an interesting form of rapid-fire spanglish. she told me of her two babies at home in guatemala, and said that she hadn't had an arriba in three days. her reason was that all the customers went for the girls with the "big silicone titties." she was natural, and couldn't afford a set. then she mentioned that she would be flaca if she stopped eating. (duh! yo, tambien!) i agreed, but told her that it was mostly the young guys who dug fakes. she insisted that, even up to age 50, all the gringos liked fakes. i didn't have the heart to tell her that the lack of silicone wasn't the main reason she wasn't attracting customers.

she asks if i want to pay before of after. i tell her after. she says ok, but wants a tip. i hem and haw, and she says a tip for really good service. por supuesto! we undress and she takes me to the sink and proceeds to wash of mr. happy. ok...

then the drags me back to bed, lays me on my back and begins a fairly good bbbj. a little toothy, but certainly competent. after about 5 minutes of that, she stops and says ok, now you eat me pussy. she lays down and assumes the position. it was all good, fresh panocha, trimmed bush, smelling a little sweaty, but nothing serious. tiny clit. i enjoyed it for about 10 minutes, or so. she enjoyed it, too, and got suitably wet, but no thrashing orgasms.

i came up for air and she asked if i wanted to fuck her pussy. sure. she asked if i wanted to use a condom, or not. i, at first, opted to not. she asked if i was clean. i said yes, and asked her if she was clean. she said yes. so, i begin in mish, she asks me to pin her legs back near her ears and i comply. but, after a few nice strokes i thought better of it, pulled out, and said we'd use a condom. she agreed that it was safer, and i handed her one of my avantis.

we resumed for several minutes, then she asked if i wanted to fuck her ass. i said, sure. she mentioned that a tip would be involved! so, she grabbed her jar of lotion (which doubled as lube), lubed up the condom, made me lay on my side, she assumed the spoon position and i eased in. i am not too fond of that position, and decided we needed to do it doggy. i pulled out, but the friggin' avanti didn't. she yanked it out, said it was no good, and proceeded to apply her goodyear special. oh, well. after easing in and settling into a nice rhythm, it became clear that she was in a bit of pain and not enjoying it too much. she asked me if i wanted to fuck her pussy now. after a few minutes i relented and withdrew. she then wiped off the condom and we resumed a pretty good mish. her belly prevented really close docking, but i had little to complain about!

after a rousing, sweaty climax she pulled off the condom, wiped me down a bit and asked me to lay down for a bit of massage. on with more lotion and a brief, but not too terrible massage. then off to the shower together. she washed my chest, i washed the rest, then left for her to finish her ablutions.

we dressed and she reminded me to pay. i forked over the agreed 300p, plus a 150p propina for the hard work and anal. i was now in a fairly good mood, as we were a couple of minutes over, yet no knock. i tipped the cum boys a buck each. she invited me for a drink, but i had to get going. instead of a ficha i just gave her a stray $5 bill.

on my way back up the 5, i thought things over. is it worth it? is the risk of getting rolled in broad fucking daylight worth the pussy? i have a friend who doesn't go to tj anymore. he does the asian "floating condo" thing, and loves it. an hour of bliss for something under $100. he keeps asking me to come along. well, it's now looking better. i dunno...

[Sgt Perv]

It is a dead subject (odor), so let it go. No sense arguing.

[Sgt Perv]

At least they did not complain about American asshole having paid sex with their women. It would have been interesting for them to show the zona while they complained.

[Dornyone]

http://www.theonion.com/content/vide...urce=a-section

Is this really the end? We should be told.....!

[Sound7]

I think it was James Brown who had a great song on getting natural high. But James was on drugs and busted.

[Sgt Perv]

But my test theories when I worked in the hotel still held to be pretty accurate. By the way, Sarge, could you do us all a favor and not press "Enter" after every sentence? A paragraph or two wont kill you.

I am not at all saying that your results are false. I am just explaining why. Your results will hold basically true.

Now as far as my writing style. I really do not believe I have much of a choice how it turns out. I have always been monitored and I am not sure what I am doing wrong. I, like right now am typing two paragraphs but it will change. I try to copy how it is changed but I still get monitored.

[Efjayel]

Well, I have a Western Education and have spent a day or two in the US Army.
I have had the pleasure/displeasure of spending time in the "field" with many different races.

When we are all on the same diet and after a few days without a proper shower we all start to get funky.

I could not, in the dark, tell what race was what by scent.

Well I've never been in the army and the closest I got to a bunch of smelly guys was during gym class in high school. But my test theories when I worked in the hotel still held to be pretty accurate. By the way, Sarge, could you do us all a favor and not press "Enter" after every sentence? A paragraph or two wont kill you.

The lesson on Paulina is simple: don’t hesitate. She may be gone by the time you return. As they say in the stock market, be bold, borrow, and buy!

Your trip to TJ was interesting and all the more from your educated style of writing. I like it. Keep it up!

Russian mix would add international touch to TJ.

125 year celebration in TJ.

Early Russians moved to California. Visit Cultural Center for TJ for cultural and sex study.

Real window girls at TJ Liverpool store.

What the hell are you talking about? After reading many of your posts I'm convinced that you're high all the time.

[Sound7]

This is more clear in the Cities of India including Goa how smell divides individual and result in crazy behaviour. Currently is some condo building in India including Goa CC&R allow only above ground vegetarians occupants after majority resident established. Said for the Goans.

You are what you eat!

I am sure the Scands have the same feeling with the high sea food diet.

Not sure if smell is an issue with TJ pussy in general?.

And for the food thing yeah what people cook and eat does affect the way they smell and how their house smells too. Oils and spices especially can stick to you ,your clothes and the paint even. An Indian house where the occupants cook alot smells alot like chiles, onions, oils, masala spices, naan and/or basmati rice and my mouth starts to water since I love Indian food. Even serious vegatarian people always are saying meat eaters smell different to them too.

[Belgrath]

Non Mexicans arent allowed to work as hookers in TJ since the city requires them to pay for and get a health ID card with current monthy checkup stickers on it. There are a couple of Health Dept vans that go around mainly the red zona and check up on the card status of the sg's in and around the alley and occaisionally they go inside the bars with police to check the ID's of the girls working in them.

In the process they often take out the few non mexican hookers and the few you do find often pose as mexican to the authorities with bribes and stuff. There are a few girls that do pose as girls from other countries like brazil, venezuela and russia but they prob do have Mexican ID's from somewhere for the authorities. There are non carded street walkers who seem to be american women but they seem like hard core drug users or just seem risky to let your guard down around.

And for the food thing yeah what people cook and eat does affect the way they smell and how their house smells too. Oils and spices especially can stick to you ,your clothes and the paint even. An Indian house where the occupants cook alot smells alot like chiles, onions, oils, masala spices, naan and/or basmati rice and my mouth starts to water since I love Indian food. Even serious vegatarian people always are saying meat eaters smell different to them too.

[Pelongera]

You did so great research for blow jobs from street girls.

$20 for average gringo and 150 pesos if you shop around a little.

Since you attempted 10 request and got 5 street girls to accept at 150 peos, I am convinced you are correct.

You seemed to sneak in a few extras after the deal but that has to do with your game, how you treated them.YMMV.

Thanks, Sarg. I'm glad someone appreciate my attempt to get beyond the self-appointed claims to authority.

And I admit that I got this idea of the science of pussies in college studying Anthropology.

I had a TA (a Graduate Student Instructor) who was livid at the men in her discipline who were always measuring things. Of course, she was right. We do go overboard, arguably to the peril of the planet.

But I also have to admit that measuring things is plain erotic.

And so I've been measuring clits ever since.

[Sound7]

Russian mix would add international touch to TJ.

125 year celebration in TJ.

Early Russians moved to California. Visit Cultural Center for TJ for cultural and sex study.

Real window girls at TJ Liverpool store.

You misunderstood. I've mentioned in the past that the only reason I travel to Tj, besides the hot latin girls, is that prostitution is legal. It's also cheap(I'm talking about money not morality) and safe. Prostitution in the states is illegal, very dangerous, risky and expensive. All bad combinations but yet it continues to thrive.

And no I wouldn't want American pros mixing with the latin pros in tj.

[Pelongera]

Elena at VivaMex Is VivaMex back to form? All showers are clean and well stocked with soaps. The flip-flops fit. And there are plenty of towels. But best of all is Elena’s hands, strong and expert. Refreshed, I return to the Zona having saved a batch of pesos for Paulina.

Daisy (de Vera Cruz or Puebla) atHong Kong. (7) Recommended. Daisy wins two awards in my book: (1) an award for giving the best blow job in Tijuana and (2) a special award for being a genuinely self-less performer.

In San Jose Costa Rica, there is a brothel called New Fantasy Massage, including a petite, black women who gives a no-teeth, cock swallowing, ball tickling BJ that is sooo good it attracts mongers from throughout the hemisphere. Phenomenal skills. Daisy runs a respectable second.

She is a stocky little morena (if not mulata) with a broad face and a boyish figure. She's a sex-savvy dancer who can shake her hips in ways that would shrivel an American feminist. I couldn’t resist. I offered 800 pesos, and she took over.

She is enthusiastic (and physically strong) enough so that, even if you feel guilty watching women work hard to please you, as I do, you won’t have a problem letting her suck your cock (or clit, I suppose) for a solid thirty minutes.

She even begins bareback. But I stop her explaining that I have no problem with condoms, put the condom on, roll her over, and mount the little bunda. From doggy, I proceed to lay her face down, trust deep into to her pussy, and bounce unapologetically off her buns, heterosexualism, in its quintessential form.

Alas, no pop.

Yes, I’ve hit passage. Gone are days of more than four pops in one twenty-hour run. I can’t blame the conditions. There was plenty of time, and Daisy was fucking up a storm.

The lesson on Paulina is simple: don’t hesitate. She may be gone by the time you return. As they say in the stock market, be bold, borrow, and buy!

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[Sgt Perv]

Shame on you Sgt Perv, taking the low road.

Well , I have a Western Education and have spent a day or two in the US Army.
I have had the pleasure/displeasure of spending time in the "field" with many different races.

When we are all on the same diet and after a few days without a proper shower we all start to get funky.

I could not, in the dark, tell what race was what by scent.

Some people have better hygiene practices than others.

I worked a civilian job where one of my co-worker loved his garlic and rum.

When that man would sweat he smelled like acetylene gas.

Was not his race (Irish) but his diet.

Diets and hygiene vary around the world.

People taste in food vary worldwide.

Example, If you go to Atlanta, Georgia you will find the Cocoa Cola HQ.

Inside they will let you taste the different , I forget how many maybe 40, cokes they sell around the world. The can is the same but not the taste. Some I wanted to spit out.

Buy your brand of cigarettes in a foreign country and you can taste the difference.
I stayed at a motel once that was own by Indian (India). Their dog would come up to me, we all know about dog breath, and try to like my face. This dog reeked of curry. Now is it the breed of dog or the food the dog is being fed.

I really do not believe the scent is race as much as culture.

Culture is where you find a person diet, what they have learned to eat and develops a taste for certain foods.

I probably am more sensitive to what "could be" perceived as racist comment because of my involvement/position with the military.

There is no place for it and it needs to be addressed and explained before it get blown out of proportion.

Racist remarks are a mixture of one part fact and two parts stupidity.

Not just on the person saying them but also the way people hear them and react.

Different races due to their culture do have different scents.

I guess I should add skin and hair care products (scents) also vary with race and region.

[Efjayel]

I never thought I'd be siding with FJL re a posting

Well that was insulting...

[Dornyone]

I never thought I'd be siding with FJL re a posting but he's right re the scents exuded by different races.
Shame on you Sgt Perv, taking the low road.
While I respect (and admire) the fiscal research Pelongeria has provided the forum, I have to comment that the most "Scary shit" is the knee jerk denial of racial differences.
Clearly the result of a Western education, his "fraught with racism" comment dilutes the otherwise stellar prior report.
Try a few years in Africa before crying "bullshit", US deodorant is more effective than you might think.