Sosua Reports

[Cunning Linguist]

Although my Spanish is not 100% fluent and was learned in the DR, them impression I get is that Spanish in the DR is a bit like the English in the English-speaking Caribbean, i.e. has a simplified grammar and vocabulary, so in either case speaking in the language of Shakespeare or Cervantes will probably earn mostly incomprehension.

Island people everywhere have a limited perspective and subjects of conversation mostly focus on family and friends, or on shopping. The girls tend to have relationships with their female relatives and friends, rather than with men, who are seem mainly as a source of money, gifts etc.

Your girl sounds pretty dim, but not exceptional. Evidently there was not much chemistry between the two of you, perhaps because she did not want it.

Beautiful, but empty headed prostitutes! Who would have thunk it?

You are right about the difference in language. I was careful not to use the "vosotros" form (the second person plural) and to use "ustedes" as I knew most of them could not even understand it. Even words such as peanut "cacahuete" in Spain, "maní" in the DR and Cuba are quite different. However, Caribbean Spanish is more colourful and softer than the harsh Spanish spoken in Spain.

I am also afraid that you are spot on about the chemistry or lack thereof between us. Being nice, speaking the language, being of OK appearance or better, having money and being generous with it, being well-dressed, and treating the women like a strict gentleman is not always attractive to all women. Oh well. There are plenty of fish in the Sosúa pond.

[Cunning Linguist]

I walked over to Latinos in the full belief that Elizabeth would soon be coming but, in the back of my mind, Sosúa track record for flakiness was rather rock solid. I thought that I would at least go through the motions.

At Latinos, there was a man selling live oysters which are particularly disgusting to me but to be happily snarfed down with lime juice for others. I hung around him while waiting for Elizabeth. I started getting hit on by one girl after another. One particularly seemed to be interested in me. I mean my wallet. I told her "Estoy esperando a mi novia". With a yeah-right-a-likely-story gleam in her eye, she told me, no problem, if my "novia" didn't show up, she'the be glad to go with me. She was not too bad but I feared that she was of the tigress type and her heavily painted feline-like eyebrows certainly did put me off. Nine thirty rolled by and no Elizabeth in sight. As the evening turned to night, more and more girls strolled in, many of them giving me the "come hither" eye.

I moved just outside Latinos and discovered that it was a rather advantageous position to be in. When you are in the bar, you are boxed in and pounced upon by eager purveyors of between-the-legs entertainment. From the outside, I was able to "screen" the girls. I noticed that an American was doing what I was doing although he wasn't being stood up like myself. I caught sight of a very thin, lithesome black girl. I was sure that she was Haitian and started asking her questions in Kreyòl. She seemed genuinely surprised and turned out to be rather friendly but I told her that I was still waiting for my novia but if wench didn't show up, I would be glad to take her. The Haitian sweetly told me her name: Lala.

I waited as long as an hour and a quarter for Elizabeth. I might be stupid as an ox, but I can be as stubborn as a mule too. By that time, I supposed that the stoner stunner had probably gone to Clássicos since she could probably land 2 or 3 thousand pesos for a trick as opposed to the promised remaining 1, 500. No need to keep promises if more money is to be made.

I finally got fed up and asked the sinewy Haitian girl to come with me. I told her the truth in a mix of Krèyol and French: I was leaving the following day, was low on Dominican money, and felt that Dominican girls and even some Haitians had proven to be as phoney as a 14 dollar bill. I told her that I would treat her like a princess and would pay her 1, 500 pesos for TLN. Feeling that I had absolutely nothing to lose, I also asked her whether she really liked sex since the other girls had seemed to be rather cold fish. Her face beamed with delight and told me that she really did like to "fè bagay" (to get it on, get down, to ball).

Off we went but I noticed that she ran into a friend who gave her a bite to eat and I told her that I would invite her to anything she wanted at the nearby food stall. She couldn't believe and gave me a hug and her friends seemed to be amazed about my generosity as well. It didn't look like the best kind of food, a kind of garbanzo-based dish with weird sausage like objects floating around. Lala certainly ate her fill and I invited her to a drink as well. That did it. She put her arm around me tightly as we walked towards the hotel. I really think that she genuinely liked me and I liked her.

Once again, I led her through the New Garden complex, past the pool and up the stairs to my room. Lala was literally the fifth girl in two and a half days that I had had in my room. I was more astonished at myself than anything else. I never thought that I would go through so many women in so little time. I am sure most of the readers on this site could have done far more women than me with more umpf but it was quite a record for me.

I suggested that she should take a shower but she really seemed to be horny and anxious for action and I was no one to deny her lust.

She was quite dark, even darker than Elizabeth, and I liked her wiry body. She quickly stripped to reveal her deep chocolate-coloured body. Her breasts were small and even though she told me that she was 20, her nimples seemed to be preamaturely wizened.

Off went her panties and. Damn, she was shaven too. She told me that she was really hairy and had just shaven a couple of days before. Just my luck. Oh well.

I noticed that she had a kind of carbuncle at the side of her leg but it definitely did not seem to be a genital wart. That is one thing that scares me. She assured me that it was not.

I then went down on her with gusto and as I looked up, she seemed to be actually enjoying it all. She was looking up with her eyes softly closed and gently moaning. As dark as her skin was, her labia were still even darker and her slit was a rather light pink, not a bright pink like the other ladies seem to have. Lala liked that combination of licking and rhythmic finger thrusting. I could tell that she was really getting into it. Then she pleaded, in Spanish, "quiero singar" which I thought was cute as "chingar" is the proper pronunciation. I obliged. I quickly slipped on my peter-protecter and offered to use some warming liquid as lubrication which Lala firmly declined. At least there was some concern for hygiene in that department.

As I entered, she really started moving and groaning and writhing with pleasure. What a workout! I eventually released my bolt but she still kept her thrusting until I think she climaxed. When it was all over, Lala seemed to be recovering from what seemed a massive orgasm. I really think that she was not acting. After about half an hour later in each other's arms with me still inside, I pulled out. Lala was all smiles, still rather groggy.

We then watched Rush Hour One on TV, in English with Spanish subtitles, which Lala seemed to love. Once in a while, she would even kiss me. At last, I had a semblance of a girlfriend experience. It was a fitting end to a rather intense day in Sosúa.

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[Tom Gueguen]

Excellent post Cunni as usual or even better.

You sure know how to write....

[Frannie]

Although my Spanish is not 100% fluent and was learned in the DR, them impression I get is that Spanish in the DR is a bit like the English in the English-speaking Caribbean, i.e. has a simplified grammar and vocabulary, so in either case speaking in the language of Shakespeare or Cervantes will probably earn mostly incomprehension.

Island people everywhere have a limited perspective and subjects of conversation mostly focus on family and friends, or on shopping. The girls tend to have relationships with their female relatives and friends, rather than with men, who are seem mainly as a source of money, gifts etc.

Your girl sounds pretty dim, but not exceptional. Evidently there was not much chemistry between the two of you, perhaps because she did not want it.

Beautiful, but empty headed prostitutes! Who would have thunk it?

[Berthold]

I am now seeing that I probably overpaid but I did base my offers on what other members here have written on the Dominican Republic section of the website.

The going price for long time or toda la noche is/was between 2,000 and 2,500. Some reported even high prices such as 3,000 or even 4,000 if the girl is hotter than hot and if you are hornier than horny (or dumber than dumb).

The going price for short time is/was about between 1,000 and 1,500 if the girl was decent, 500 pesos if less than decent.

Thus, in view of these prices, I thought that todo el día was a longer commitment than toda la noche. Thus, according to this reckoning, perhaps groundless reckoning, I offered that money. In view of what happened anyway, it didn't help and, as you can see, this all happened even though I was a perfect gentleman to her, reasonably good-looking, and spoke excellent Spanish and was generous to a fault. That fact that she was also so pretty probably clouded my judgement (rather than a Presidente) and I remember one member's remark, if you absolutely must, go for it. Carpe diem. That is what I did.

Now, in view of what you and Tom Guegen are saying, I am probably guilty of flashing my money around, something which was not my intention. What are the prices for decent chicks? I now feel so foolish but I did it based on the figures given above. Was I so grossly misinformed?

During my last time in Sosua in March and April of 2007 i usually paid 1000 pesos for st during the day. At night inside the discos most girls accepted 1500 pesos for toda la noche straight away.

[Member #2128]

<<<What does one say to someone who knows absolutely nothing about anything? What does one say to someone who is there for just the money, to somebody who is interested in nothing beyond the most mundane? What can the honest man say to a girl who cannot, and will not, think further than the simplest platitudes imaginable to someone who never had any kind of real education?>>>

Perhaps the very sad truth is ALL there is to say is: "Do you want to come to my hotel room to f*uck? I have 1000 pesos for you and no more."

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Great report! I was sorry to see it end. I enjoyed your perspective, your descriptions, your curiosity and reading about your hopes for the elusive GFE. I also especially enjoyed your colorful pick-up lines. They read like 19th century poetry.

In the end, would I be correct to assume that you paid Elizabeth 1500 for one pop and 150 for Shrekette to disappear.....then blew 2000 on a romantic dinner? The 1500 seems like no big deal. It's just the price of admission. It's the rest that demands personal examination IMHO. Were you trying to woo this puta with an expensive and "romantic" meal? So that somehow, quite miraculously, she would change from a uneducated Domincan peasant into a fairy princess? As a "princess" she would see you differently, perhaps as her "prince" and behave appropriately, with gratitude and appreciation, the next time you shoved your dick in the direction of her salamander? Hmmmm?

Of course, I know this is an exaggeration and you were just trying to be a decent guy and treat her well.

For me, in my own experience, it's about "expectations". If I expect a GFE with bells and whistles in a place like Sosua where poor young women are hustling men with money, I will be disappointed. My expectations would be out of line with reality. However, if I expect to explore and enjoy sexual exercise with a variety of females, then I'm going to be successful. If I'm lucky (as I have been on occasion) I'll find a dumb young thing, smooth and lithe like Helpmann's Fuck Puppet, who gets sexually excited by my efforts, and gives it as good as she gets it. But that's a lucky day in Sosua, not the norm.

In the end, as a gentleman of taste, discrimination and realistic expectations, I would have to say that 50-50 is a good batting average in Sosua. This means that half the encounters are pleasurable and a good value....and half are a disappointment. Another way to rationalize this hit and miss propostiion: It's just "the cost of doing business."

Also, a basic rule or "tip" that's been given here before: Never spend the big number for TLN before you've determined the basic value through a ST experience. If it's good, go for all nighters....but don't spring for an all nighter before you've has the sample taste!

Enuf said!

Again, thanks Cunning Linguist for a thoughtful report.

#2128

[Mr Enternational]

I am now seeing that I probably overpaid but I did base my offers on what other members here have written on the Dominican Republic section of the website.

The going price for long time or toda la noche is/was between 2,000 and 2,500. Some reported even high prices such as 3,000 or even 4,000 if the girl is hotter than hot and if you are hornier than horny (or dumber than dumb).

The going price for short time is/was about between 1,000 and 1,500 if the girl was decent, 500 pesos if less than decent.

Now, in view of what you and Tom Guegen are saying, I am probably guilty of flashing my money around, something which was not my intention. What are the prices for decent chicks? I now feel so foolish but I did it based on the figures given above. Was I so grossly misinformed?

Fuck that. If you see ANY chick in daytime hours on the street, beach, or as a customer at a bar, then start at 500. If you see her inside of a club at night or she is a bartender, then start at 1000. Much of it will rest with your people and/or salesman skills. My negotiation in a club scene usually goes like so:

Me: How much do you want?
Her: 2000 for two hours.
Me: Be serious with me. This is not my first time here. Maybe I would give you 2000 for two days but definitley not for two hours.
Her: How much would you give me?
Me: 1000 for all night.
Her: I always get 2000..blah, blah, blah...
Me (especially if it is already late): You have been here all night. So you would rather go home with 0 than to come with me all night for 1000?

(Sometimes it is helpful to show 1000 and let her eyes decide for her. This works well when bargaining for souvenirs too. When the person wants 500 but you show them the 200 you are willing to give them they are more likely to cave in (if it is higher than their buying price) than they would with you only blurting out numbers.)

Her: But I have to be at such and such place really early in the morning...
Me: Well since you can not stay the night I will give you 750 for (whatever time.)
Her: Okay. Where is your hotel?

Deal closed.

Keep in mind that when you say "decent chicks" that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Most chicks who I think are smoking only consider themselves to be average, especially in countries like DR, Colombia, and Brazil because they actually are average and a dime a dozen. You can tell the girls who think they are hot shit because they will have their nose in the air. It is harder to get them to come down from a high price because guys have spoiled them along the way by paying it. On top of that they are probably average or below in bed and are not going to make a good GFE. This is why you can not be afraid to walk away. (Many times if you turn your back she is going to chase you down and accept your offer.) Never ever ever go over 2000. Only go up to 2000 in a rare must-have toda la noche case. Remember you are in a buyer's market. In another two minutes you will see another just like her who you will want just as much and will accept your price.

[Tom Gueguen]

I am now seeing that I probably overpaid but I did base my offers on what other members here have written on the Dominican Republic section of the website.

The going price for long time or toda la noche is/was between 2,000 and 2,500. Some reported even high prices such as 3,000 or even 4,000 if the girl is hotter than hot and if you are hornier than horny (or dumber than dumb).

The going price for short time is/was about between 1,000 and 1,500 if the girl was decent, 500 pesos if less than decent.

Thus, in view of these prices, I thought that todo el día was a longer commitment than toda la noche. Thus, according to this reckoning, perhaps groundless reckoning, I offered that money. In view of what happened anyway, it didn't help and, as you can see, this all happened even though I was a perfect gentleman to her, reasonably good-looking, and spoke excellent Spanish and was generous to a fault. That fact that she was also so pretty probably clouded my judgement (rather than a Presidente) and I remember one member's remark, if you absolutely must, go for it. Carpe diem. That is what I did.

Now, in view of what you and Tom Guegen are saying, I am probably guilty of flashing my money around, something which was not my intention. What are the prices for decent chicks? I now feel so foolish but I did it based on the figures given above. Was I so grossly misinformed?

There's not absolute rule.

The most important is that you enjoy what you get for your money.

I can read that the prices you are writing are in the good range but they are after having negociating with the girl.

According to me the mistake is to propose in first offer this kind of prices.

The chica if she accepts it will try to get more because she has gained it without any effort of her part.

I always offer a reasonable low price and rise it if I really want the girl.

[Cunning Linguist]

you seem to speak spanish really well, so i don`t understand why you pay that much money for the chicas.

I always thought that the ability to speak decent spanish is the key for not paying this amount of money.

In the D.R. a hotel employee gets round about 6000 pesos for month, so 3000 pesos for a day is way to much, nevertheless i enjoy reading your reports.

I am now seeing that I probably overpaid but I did base my offers on what other members here have written on the Dominican Republic section of the website.

The going price for long time or toda la noche is/was between 2,000 and 2,500. Some reported even high prices such as 3,000 or even 4,000 if the girl is hotter than hot and if you are hornier than horny (or dumber than dumb).

The going price for short time is/was about between 1,000 and 1,500 if the girl was decent, 500 pesos if less than decent.

Thus, in view of these prices, I thought that todo el día was a longer commitment than toda la noche. Thus, according to this reckoning, perhaps groundless reckoning, I offered that money. In view of what happened anyway, it didn't help and, as you can see, this all happened even though I was a perfect gentleman to her, reasonably good-looking, and spoke excellent Spanish and was generous to a fault. That fact that she was also so pretty probably clouded my judgement (rather than a Presidente) and I remember one member's remark, if you absolutely must, go for it. Carpe diem. That is what I did.

Now, in view of what you and Tom Guegen are saying, I am probably guilty of flashing my money around, something which was not my intention. What are the prices for decent chicks? I now feel so foolish but I did it based on the figures given above. Was I so grossly misinformed?

[Berthold]

you seem to speak spanish really well, so i don`t understand why you pay that much money for the chicas.
I always thought that the ability to speak decent spanish is the key for not paying this amount of money.
In the D.R. a hotel employee gets round about 6000 pesos for month, so 3000 pesos for a day is way to much, nevertheless i enjoy reading your reports.

[Cunning Linguist]

Sunday 2

I started to try to woo Elizabeth over. My Spanish has a Catalan tinge to it and so it sounds interesting to Dominicans although most Spaniards seem to loathe the Catalan accent in Spanish outright. While most Spaniards abhor Catalan-like accents, Dominicans love them. I suppose because a Catalan accent sounds exotic yet authentic enough and because it certainly beats whatever other Europeans (save for real Castilian or Andalusian Spaniards) can belt out. Well, I should come out and admit it: my Spanish far exceeds anything those girls can come up with. Their lack of education and provincial nature confines them to a level little better than a hillbilly from the Ozarks. In communication with Dominican girls, my problem, if there was one, was not my Spanish but their limited Spanish. A rather bizarre situation in view of my experiences in Thailand where I felt that my limited Thai seemed to be a distinct disadvantage.

I started out by saying things like: "Tu rostro, un rostro que podría lanzar mil barcos, me deja una impresión indelible en el alma"

"Tu belleza indiscutible me aturde, me deja sin defensas." (your undisputed beauty astonishes me, I am left defenceless)

or the famous Mexican come-on

"Tantas curvas y uno sin frenos" (so many curves and one without brakes)

I even invited Elizabeth and Mrs. Shrek to something to eat at Siempre Sol.

Eventually, Elizabeth and i decided to go. As I got up, Frederik the Dutchman was decked by another Dutchman. In the ensuing chaos, other people quickly stepped in to prevent Frederik from getting back at the oaf who aimed a punch at him. Apparently, it was a question of a tit for tat. The oaf had apparently mentioned that Frederik was, well, kind of special. Probably even gay. Frederik lashed back by saying something like, well, at I least I don't do drugs like you. The beer-besotted idiot replied with a punch. Herman handled the whole matter with panache and even sang "bésame, bésame mucho". Frederik was upset and I left with my sympathy firmly on his side.

Elizabeth and I headed to my hotel but I could not help but notice that Shrekette was coming along despite my explicit instructions that I was absolutely not into menage à trois.

I was ecstatic, even overjoyed that I was with such a pretty girl but growing rather alarmed that her Shrek-like friend was in tow. I knew what was coming but I thought that I would just let it play out.

When we arrived at the New Garden Hotel, we went straight to my hotel room and, fortunately, no one stopped us to card Elizabeth. Fortunately as she had no "cédula" (ID). Unfortunately, Shrekette came into the room with Elizabeth and Yours Truly. It was then that I calmly asked what she was doing with us. Mrs. Shrek said that she needed money for a meal. I told her that I had invited her to lunch but the visually challenged woman really had no recourse. Since hardly any gringo or European would most likely be willing to pay to bong her, her strategy was blackmail: pay me and then you can bonk my friend. I offered her 150 pesos. That was my final offer. As always in such cases, my line was the usual: "Oye, chica. No soy tonto y ya sé por dóndo van los tiros. Ya sé cuánto vale una comida y no te voy dar nada más que eso. Soy generoso pero no soy idiota." (Hey girl, I'm no fool and I know what the ropes are. I know how much a meal is and I'm not going to give you any more than that").

She finally caved in and up and went. Of course, I realized that it was all a part of the act that and Elizabeth was in league with her. Shrekette probably had no other way to make a peso. At least, we were alone. Elizabeth quickly stripped and beckoned to me to take a shower with her.

For me, at least, it is rather embarrassing to take a shower with a knockout girl, especially if you have such an intense hard-on. Her body was just what i liked. It was a very slim, slight body. Her nipples were of the most intense brown, even browner than her richly chocolate-coloured skin. At the Siempre Sol, I had seen that she had hairs around near her navel which was tell-tale sign that she was naturally quite hairy in the right places but I supposed that she would prove to be a shaver. Unfortunately, I was right but there was an unexpected touch to her nether regions: a tattoo. There was a tattoo of a salamander that ran astraddle the hairline covering the mons Veneris. She had not shaved for a day and so I could see where half of the salamander above the hairline and the other half was dipping below the devil's triangle.

My mind was in a spin at the very sight. Who was the lucky tattoo artist? How did he get paid? To what nethermost depths of slutdom could a girl stoop in having a such a tattoo etched there? She must have been spread-eagled while it was being done and I hear that tattoos can hurt. Although a piercing of the clitoral hood or labia is not unheard-of, I understand it is a quick thing to do but drawing a tattooo there does requires some time ....

We made our way towards the bed. She took a towel and spread it across the bed and lay down spread-eagled, awaiting my move. And move I did. I went down on her with great enthusiasm but I could see that Elizabeth, like Yossi, was just not into it. Although Elizabeth let me explore her salamander-emblazoned triangle and orifice without hindrance, it was certainly less enjoyable than it could have been. However, her snatch was perfectly tight and inner slit delightfully pink. Finally, Elizabeth, in a daze and rather blazé, told me

"Quiero tu leche"

which I knew meant, "get it over with". She was just too cute not to get my rocks off. a prophylactic-enhanced spermatic surge soon erupted inside the Dominican starfish. When it was over, she immediately got up and started smoking. No cuddling from this chick, no conoodling from the likes of her. I was quite literally left holding my limp appendage while looking at her puffing away in a daze.

I knew that she was in the business for the money but I hoped against hope that, perhaps, she might like to get her rocks off as well. i hoped that, perhaps, once Elizabeth got to know me better, she would improve her performance.


We rested a bit and told her that I would invite her to the finest, most expensive restaurant in all of Sosúa. This was no hyperbole, that is, I was definitely not bullshitting. I aimed to take Elizabeth to la Puntilla de Pier Giorgio.

We eventually headed back into the hot tropical afternoon sun that beat mercilessly down on Sosúa. I was somewhat at a loss as to how to get to la Puntilla de Pier Giorgio but we took a street that headed up ... and up. Elizabeth was getting tired. Even though I was more than twice her age, I was definitely fitter than she was. Eventually, we spied on the hotel. I ascertained that the restaurant was somewhere inside the hotel and so, I boldly led the way towards a lovely verandah. We were at the very top of Sosúa overlooking the whole town and looking out north towards the Gulf of Mexico.

I was quickly running out of local cash and so i decided to spend the cash on the dinner and then change 50 dollars to pay Elizabeth later.

The setting was breath-taking. The food might not have been as good as you could get in the old country but it was the best that you could buy in Sosúa. There I was, with a winsome beauty and I tried to connect.

What does one say to someone who knows absolutely nothing about anything? What does one say to someone who is there for just the money, to somebody who is interested in nothing beyond the most mundane? What can the honest man say to a girl who cannot, and will not, think further than the simplest platitudes imaginable to someone who never had any kind of real education?

I supposed that discussion of ontological arguments in favour of the existence of God would be out. I also figured that any discussion of the fundamental differences between Nietzschean nihilism and Kirkegaard Christian existentialism would likewise be out of bounds, not to mention examination of arguments in favour of string theory providing the answer to unifying Einstein's general relativity and quantum mechanics. I was sure any discussion of the Etruscans and their mysterious culture would any encourage yawns of excruciating ennui.

I imagined that talking about how different life between the Dominican Republic and the USA is or even Spain would be too heavy for one such as Elizabeth. Even topics closer to home such as the chances of Dominican President Lionel Fernández's being of re-elected or the effect of global warming on the Caribbean in the guise of hurricanes would be much too much. Even baseball seemed beyond her. And there she sat, silent as the grave, looking at me although it seemed not all the lights were on upstairs in her cute little noggin.


I decided to talk about .... well, what music did she like?.

She liked Shakira ... yeah, all music. All music? Yes, said she, all music in an extremely terse reply. Even classical music? Even Arabic music? Chinese music? Well, not exactly came the reply but without elaboration.

Then an awkward pause.

Hmm. I asked her where she would go if she won a trip to anywhere she wanted to go. She mentioned Miami ... and Spain. I told her, truthfully, that I knew people along the Costa Brava who could provide her with a job at a hotel if she wanted to go and work in Europe. She smiled at the idea but didn't pursue it, either out of ignorance, boredom, or perhaps even out of fear that the job might end up being a cover for white slavery (perish the thought but it does happen in Europe) as she barely knew me.

What do you really want to do in life?, I inquired, more in amusement than in all seriousness.

"Quiero casarme" (I want to get married) came the totally unexpected reply.

Awkward pause on my part. "What a catch she would be", I thought to myself in a moment of cynical reflection. A perfectly packaged airhead with a tattoo where the sun hardly shines (well, perhaps in Elizabeth's case, it probably does shine a great deal there), no education, little personality, fond of ganja inhalation, but with plenty of experience below her belt in every literal sense of the word. She was a sight to behold though. Her beauty, like everything mortal, is ephemeral and then where will she be when it is all used up? I quickly changed the subject.

I asked about her family. ¿Cuántos hermanos son ustedes? Cuentame de tu papá (How many brothers and sisters have you got? Tell me about your dad).

She mentioned that her father wasn't too bad as men went. He never abandoned the family. That was an interesting comment and so I decided to probe a bit more. Is he a good father? Elizabeth revealingly told me that he never beat her but if he really cared about her, he would come and fetch her from Sosúa in view of what she was doing. Hmmm. Wow. Enough about papá.

¡Cuéntame de tu mamá!

That was when her eyes lit up. She told me that her mother was a good woman and Elizabeth started fretting about her mother needing a thousand pesos to pay for a gas bill. Of course, I clammed up at the prospect of footing the bill for her own mother. I then told Elizabeth, quite truthfully, that I truly love my own mother very much.

I couldn't help but notice that Elizabeth just loved smoking. Perhaps in a rather avuncular way, I briefly mentioned the perils of smoking but I changed tack to say that marihuana had recently been found to be even more harmful than normal tobacco. Elizabeth actually seemed to be paying attention and the nervous twitches in her face told me that the source of her air-headed disposition probably lay in wisps of wacky tabacky smoke which seem to make up the lion's share of the air in her head.

I let Elizabeth have anything she wanted but she did not seem to want very much. She noted that men didn't like women to be very fat and was probably thinking of her poor Shrek doppelgänger of a friend. I was also sure that women in Sosúa didn't like poor men any more than we men like flabby Brumhildas.

I ordered a glass of over-priced but underwhelming Italian wine and, when dinner was over, I asked for a Capuccino. The coffee the waitress brought looked fine, but the taste thereof was more akin to instant Folgers long past its shelf life. Oh well. The scenery from the restaurant was breath-taking and more than made up for any shortcomings in the food department.

I asked for the bill and it came to over 2,000 pesos, a most outrageous gouging for a meal in Sosúa but, what the hell, I had the money and I had no regrets.

We headed back down to my hotel but then Elizabeth wanted to go back to her abode to "wash her clothes". She wanted her 3,000 pesos then and there and that she would come back to the hotel. By this time, she had flagged down a motoconcho. I quite truthfully told her that I had no more than half that amount at that moment but that I would definitely fork out the rest of the money later after I changed my dollars.

The motoconcho guy looked on as I was explaining all of this to Elizabeth. I turned to him and said: "Mira, ya se que no estoy en mi país y no juego con nadie. No quiero rollos, solo quiero la paz." (Look, I know that I am not in my country and I'm not playing with anybody. I don't want any hassles and only want peace).
Eventually, Elizabeth gave in, admitting that I had indeed invited her to a truly fabulous place and took the 1,500 pesos with the promise of the rest to be paid when she came back to my hotel.

She told me that she would come back to the hotel at 8 o'clock and off she went.

I was as good as my word and made my way back down to Calle Pedro Clisante to change my dollars with the local money changers. It was there that I learnt that you could get a much better deal there than in banks or at the airport in Puerto Plata. I now had the money that I had promised Elizabeth.

At 8 o'clock, I was at the front entrance, just as I had been for Ana. Elizabeth didn't come at 8 as expected. I kept drinking beer at the New Garden Hotel bar which had run out of Presidente beer. Unexpectedly, at 8:20, Elizabeth, looking somewhat concerned, showed up. She told me that she had been very busy washing her clothes and that she would meet up with me at the Latinos bar at nine o'clock. However, I started to think that if I expected anything to happen, it wouldn't. That optimistic bit of pessimism turned out to be somewhat closer to the reality of the Murphy's Law Theme Park that Sosúa seems to be.

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[Tom Gueguen]

Excellent report as usual.

Looking forward to read more but with the price you offer it was necessary that it would have gone wrong.

You cannot offer 3 000 for a day wich are almost 3 weeks wages of a hostel worker.

But maybe that the price to learn...

[Member #2128]

Sunday

Part 1
The scrumptious svelte ebony dark-skinned stunner, the drop-dead gorgeous Dominican strumpet reminded a lot of Helpmann's fabled Fuck Puppet and definitely fit neatly into his "gazelle" category. I thought to myself, with anxious anticipation, that this was going to be an interesting day. It was, but not exactly according to my expectations.

To be continued

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Do please CONTINUE! We're rooting for you....in spite of your ominous forecast!

RE: Ebony Gazelle---Please include vulva detail and other anotomical visuals for the rest of us mongers confined to our distant armchairs. Arggghggggh!

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[James Zz1]

I have a question. Its food. DR girls like to eat lots of things.

So where are cheapest and best places in Sousa ? Local barios no problema.
Shrimp, chicken,pork and SANCOCHO. Fish. need to go to beyond POP.

One more thing. DR girls, when its there do it. Do not plan for later. Later is a word in spanish that means nothing. Later can mean 1 hour or 1 year. Experience whats there now. Many of these girls here "later" later". Does not real mean anything.

[Artisttyp]

Whats going on with the weather down there ? Im having a few set backs with my peru trip maybe I should go back to the DR ?
I've noticed some rain storms in the forecast. I cant believe the beautiful weather I had there just three weeks ago.