2002-2004 Archived Sosua Reports

[Boriman]

I agree with bj lover on this issue. BBBJ is the norm. At Blackbeards I've encountered some girls who said that they did not do it. Sometimes when you walk away they change their minds. I've even encountered some saying they do not but once in bed they do. The norm is that most of the time they do. You can ask the girl and they'll tell you but my advice is get to talk to the other guys who are staying there like you are to find out about the girls before you do them. I've always found that talking to the other guys at Blackbeards and sharing experiences at Blackbeards always avoids certain problems with the girls. If the girl says that she does BBBJ but once in bed does not do so just complain to management. There have been complaints of this nature before and the girls have changed their ways. Better this than to be penalized by the Blackbeard management. At Blackbeards you are the paying client so the management there tends to side with you over the chica. Most of the time the client is right.

[Sidney]

Voramar is excellent. Chica friendly, good food and bar, good friends from around the world, and great staff. I stayed there 3 times.

[B J Lover]

Come on...look at my name! That is the standard at Blackbeards and generally everywhere else in DR. If she doesn't please kick her out immediately so she reconsiders her unwise decision.

Otherwise, what's the point?!!!

[Dick Dawson]

SS,

BBBJ is the norm at Blackbeards. However you MAY (as I did) come across one that won't. If you're not sure, ask the girl before you go with her.

[Member #2682]

Anybody know the Voramar Hotel & Apartments?

[Silver Shadow]

Guys:

My trip to Sosua is booked for mid-November, and I am booked at the Europa, for at least a few days.

I've read with interest the reports about Blackbeards, which sounds very good. I'm totally into BBBJ - is that a likely option at Blackbeards?

I'm also a beer drinker. How much should a Presidente cost?

My Spanish is pretty basic - it gets me by in Mexico and Guatemala, but I think Gladiator's "universal language" also makes sense.

I'm working on numbers (and watching the dollar fall). Still, it's still a lot better than New York prices. Wish me well!

[Boeing1048]

Gladiator,

I have enjoyed all 8 parts of your trip. It was very interesting reading while I was here at work..I looked forward to hearing about your time in paradise.

The way you refer to pussies is AWESOME dude I like that.

I am glad that you has fun and I hope I have just as much fun when I go I will take your advice and read your reports before I go.

Thanks from all the guys at the forum.

[Love Seeker]

Gladiator,

I very much enjoyed reading about your adventures in the Dominican Republic. I was waiting for this last report to see if you got the twins. If you had said that you had, I would have been convinced that you were a bull shit artist. Don’t get me wrong, I often don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story. There is nothing wrong with an entertaining bull shit artist. Often an exaggerated story is much better than just the facts.

My request Gladiator, is that you make one more post. Tell us you’re story of the twins like you would have hoped it would be. Give us your “beautiful dream” with the twins. Post your report with total disregard for the truth.

Thanks

Love Seeker

[Gladiator]

(This is the next and final part of my trip report)


8TH PART: A BEAUTIFUL DREAM


At around midday I gave Miss BBBJ 1,500 pesos, kissed her goodbye and she left. She was a great girl, a real GFE, I really regretted not having enjoyed her from the first time we met when I had just arrived in the holy city.

It was 5 minutes before 1 pm when I got to the hotel reception and sat down on one of the sofas to wait for the twins. I thought they might not turn up after all, or maybe just one of them would turn up.

Miss BBBJ had swept over my dick like a hurricane and I was now in the aftermath.

Finally, at 1.10 pm the Half Twin arrived, but her sister didn’t. She said her sister was busy and couldn’t make it, she had a couple of things to do at home today. I thought my dream was gone… well, almost gone, I still had one night left in paradise, there was still a last chance.

We took a taxi to Cabarete and had a few drinks in several beachside bars. It was a bit windy but the scenery was wonderful: a marvellous blue sea, a fantastic beach and some palms coming out of the sand.

I enjoyed the company of this 19 yo mulatta, she was fun to talk to, relatively new to the scene and unspoiled. Her hands were smooth, as smooth as life in the holy city, and her eyes were sincere and innocent.

Stroking her hands I felt as if I was stroking the surroundings of a sexual organ. In fact, I conceive women as walking sexual organs, there are hot spots in their geography, but the whole surface of their bodies are actually a source of sensual and sexual pleasure.

We talked about DR politics, economics, travelling, mongering, Sosua and the conversation started to circle her like a shark till she was finally bitten.

She said she hadn’t brought her ID, so I suggested going to a cabana. I had never been to a cabana before but, on my first night in Cabarete, I remembered the Sinner had told me there were cabanas nearby.

We took a motoconcho and the cabana happened to be around 3-4 km away. I was surprised when I first saw it: it was a quiet and discreet setting, especially designed for sex and infidelity.

I liked the place, and the price, as far as I can remember, was about 300-400 pesos for 4 hours, which seemed to be the minimum duration that you could book.

I took off her clothes and started to taste her tits, I noticed her pussy was getting wet, she was into it. I enjoyed the session, I didn’t even complain when she spat all the cum on the sheets, I wanted to look like a good guy: a good and innocent guy.

But finally, in the post-orgasm period I confessed to her what my dream was, I told her I had never been with two twins.

She said her sister never went out with tourists, she said she didn’t want her to do what she did as she was aware that there were some risks involved, she wanted her to stay away from the Sosua vice scene, she wouldn’t like to see her sister falling into the spiral of Sosua’s nightlife. She gave money to her sister regularly to avoid it and to keep her at a distance.

I replied to her that they might consider this as a one-off, she already knew I was no hazard, and for a moment she seemed to be considering it, but she finally declined. I had to accept that my dream was gone.

I thought about making an offer that she couldn’t refuse, about putting on the negotiating table a serious amount of money, but on second thoughts I realized her sister – and even her – might be a bit inhibited during the threesome given that it was their first time, and that’s not what I was looking for. My dream was definitely gone.

We went out of the cabana into the main road and took a shared taxi to Sosua. We got to the holy city, I gave her 1,000 pesos, kissed her goodbye and told her I liked her very much, which was true. She had a kind heart.

Sosua beach was still sunny though the sea was a bit rough to swim, so I got a Presidente and sat down. This would be the last time I would feel the strokes of the sun-god, the following day at this time I’d be flying over the Atlantic Ocean and my sex odyssey would have already come to an end. I started to feel the pressure of time.

But I had still one night left.

On that night I did the routine check around the bars and discos of the holy city, but it had a different feel, it was as if the hot spots of the holy city were already starting to say goodbye to me, there was already some nostalgia in the air.

I looked for Miss BBBJ and I found her. When she saw me she came round and cuddled me as if she was a long time girlfriend. We had a drink and then headed for the hotel.

It was another great session. Communication with Miss BBBJ wasn’t easy because of her lack of English and Spanish language skills, but we were both fluent in the universal language of sex.

There are basically two types of pros: those who do it just for money and those who do it for money and pleasure. We must not delude ourselves: the primary motive is always money, but having said this we must also admit that there is a selected group, a handful of sex goddesses, who enjoy their work, who get involved in it and go beyond the call of duty, not only to please us but also to please themselves. Miss BBBJ was a member of that selected group.

It was over 3 am when I decided to let Miss BBBJ go. I didn’t tell her it was my last night, I just told her we’d meet again at some point. I opened the door and she gave me a last flirty look before disappearing.

I poured some Brugal Anejo and looked through the window. It was dark, quiet and silent. I thought it was my last night in paradise. In fact, my hours were numbered.

I got a motoconcho and hit D’Latino. I was already sexually satisfied but wanted to taste the scene for the last time.

Girls danced following the rhythm of music. Their bodies were pure art, I just sat down and contemplated them.

Girls are like drugs: they are diabolic beings but at the same time they are heavenly creatures. Life wouldn’t make sense without them.

D’Latino closed and I went back to sleep a few hours before making my way to the airport. I got to my room and poured the last Brugal Anejo of the trip, the bottle was still unfinished but I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish it from the start, I would have to leave some Brugal Anejo in the bottle in the same way as I was leaving many girls that I hadn’t had the time to fuck; after all, this was only an initiation trip, this had been like a pussy-tasting session, there had been no time to venture beyond the tip of the iceberg.

In the morning I got a wake-up call, packed my bags quickly and left for the airport.

When I showed my passport to the first guy before the immigration control he asked me if I had enjoyed my trip, I replied I certainly had, then he asked me if I had a present for him and I politely told him I hadn’t got any on this occasion, I went through and made my way to the departure lounge.

I felt sad and miserable.

This is the problem with sex paradise airports: when you arrive you go through them and become and instant and omnipotent sex God, but on your way back you are downgraded with the same severity. When I was in the departure lounge I was again Mr Average, girls didn’t stare at me any more.

I drank my last Presidentes, boarded the plane and took a seat. During the take-off I closed my eyes, I felt still sleepy and started to fall into that region near the frontier with dreams.

I started to dream about my 14 days in the holy city: the sunshine, the blue sea, the wonderful beach, the flower gardens under starry skies and the nectar of some of the flowers; I thought about my secret garden and about the musical sound of nature.

It all looked like a beautiful dream.


THE END

[Lestat]

Damn good Galdiator. Stay of the weed tough. lol

[Gladiator]

(Next part of my trip report)


7TH PART: THE MONGER INSTINCT


The sun-god rose again and started to light up the holy city, which came to life gradually.

This time I got up earlier than usual, at around midday, and decided to visit Puerto Plata, just to walk around the town a bit and check out the landscape, so I went to the petrol station and took one of the shared taxis for 20 pesos. There were 7 of us in the taxi and it was blazing in there.

On the way I spotted some chicks by the road, waiting for a taxi with some space available, and some of them were cute. I wondered about the true scale of the Dominican pussy universe: there were many cities, towns and small villages full of pussies, connected by roads on which pussies could be found too. I thought the scale was impressive, I got the feeling that I had just seen the tip of the iceberg.

The taxi left me by the hospital and from there I walked all the way down to the Malecon, and then went on till I got to the Fortaleza de San Felipe. The sea was rough and it was windy. I saw a few girls along the Malecon, maybe 6 or 7 but none of them appealed particularly to me – one of them was frightening: a hardened and dirty street rat with a big scar on her face, she attacked me aggressively but I got rid of her straightaway.

I walked around the town for some more time, but finally took a motoconcho back to the hospital and from there a shared taxi back to the holy city. I had been cruising the streets of Puerto Plata in the afternoon, at about 2-3 pm, and it looked very quiet; it was hot so I guess that not many locals enjoy going out at the peak of the heat and walk around in the sun. I was sure most pussies would be in their houses at that time, in the shade, sitting by the fan – let’s not forget that pussies are lazy by nature.

That wasn’t the best time to look for action from what I saw, so I decided to come back later in the night, at least to check the hot spots, to get a better idea of Puerto Plata vice scene. I wasn’t going to become an expert with only one visit, I just wanted to get a first impression of the clubs.

I found it funny when I thought that I had been walking in such a hot and sunny day for so long, but I knew it was due to the monger instinct. The monger instinct has taken me to the most unlikely scenarios: from the heat of Puerto Plata to the blazing heat of Bangkok during the hot season, which is just one step below Hell; from the torrential downpours of Sosua or Rio to the freezing winter of Eastern Europe. The monger instinct somehow makes me insensitive to the fury of the elements.

Many mongers to some extent are like epic heroes: they set off in quest for pussy whatever the circumstances.

Once in Sosua I went to the beach to see if I could find the Half Twin in one of the bars where she told me she used to hang out. The twins had been in my mind since the moment I woke up, I simply couldn’t believe that one of my oldest dreams was now within reach, it was too good to be true.

I couldn’t find her so just sat and had a beer. I liked listening to the sound of the waves breaking over the shore, it was a rhythmic sound, relaxing, almost musical, it was the sound of nature.

When I finished my Presidente I did another round and this time I spotted the Half Twin. I got excited the moment she appeared on the scene, but she was only half my dream… I took a seat and we started to talk. She looked like a nice girl to me again. I asked her for her sister and she said she was at home.

I couldn’t avoid daydreaming for a few minutes about doing a three-some with those twin sisters. I dreamt about having one on each side, about French kissing them both at once, about having those two identical faces working on a wonderful BBBJ and finally about fucking them both, one after another, as if I were fucking only a single girl. That wouldn’t be a normal three-some, that would be an extraordinary experience, a life changing experience maybe. I felt my heart beating fast.

And my half dream was there: I told her I wanted to go out that night with her and with her sister. She looked surprised, so I said that it was in principle only for a drink, that I just wanted to see another girl as beautiful as herself, that we could go to the disco, etc.

She said her sister was busy that night and wouldn’t be able to come, she had to look after a child that evening till late. I didn’t like that reply, I insisted on it but there was no way to change the situation. Then I said we could meet the following day, I wanted to go to the beach in Cabarete so they could come with me. She thought about it and said that would be fine, she would tell her sister though she wasn’t sure if she would want to come. I asked her to try hard to bring her sister, and we arranged a date at 1 pm the following day at the entrance of my hotel.

Apparently the Half Twin was a pro but the other Half Twin was a non-pro, so I was aware this was going to be a difficult operation. In any case, I already had a date with both the next day.

The idea of fucking the Half Twin that evening crossed my mind, but on the other hand I wanted to check out Puerto Plata by night. And anyway my target in this operation was the twins, both of them, not the Half Twin by herself. I wasn’t going to miss a trip to explore the night seedy atmosphere of Puerto Plata just because of the Half Twin.

At around 9 pm I took a motoconcho to the taxis opposite the petrol station, then I negotiated with one of the drivers a trip to Puerto Plata, I wanted to go from 10 pm till 2 am, he asked for 1,000 pesos, I counter offered with 800 pesos and he accepted. I suppose I should have offered a lower amount but it didn’t really matter, it was good value and he happened to be a great guy.

I took the motoconcho back to Domino, I had still one hour before leaving and it wouldn’t take me more than half an hour to have a shower and get ready for the night, so there was time for a beer.

I sat at Domino and began to soak up the atmosphere. I loved Domino for people watching, it was a seedy environment: high-mileage pros, mongers, a couple of expats… and Dominican music at all times. I enjoyed especially watching the Domino hardcores, I didn’t like them for a fuck because they looked too hardened, but they were fun to talk to, they were simple human beings, from their gestures and rough manners it was obvious that they hadn’t been educated in a posh Swiss school, they were hot-blooded females, uncomplicated minds who had been probably brought up among chickens, but somehow they conveyed kind of sincerity because they hadn’t been properly trained by society to hide their true emotions, they weren’t sophisticated enough, unlike most first world bitches.

At 10 pm the taxi picked me up and we headed towards Puerto Plata.

I handed my hit list to the driver, which included, in this order, Mountain View, El Bohem, Galactic and Cristal.

I got into Mountain View and at first I thought there had been a power cut as usual, but it seems it is always like that in there, very dark. Plenty of girls around but I couldn’t see them. Even the one that sat next to me was hardly visible. What’s more, there was one of those dim blue lights that makes girls look attractive, regardless of their beauty. This girl that was sitting beside me looked gorgeous, but with that lighting even her grandmother would look gorgeous to me. It wasn’t a proper environment for hunting, I hate hunting in the dark, you can get nasty surprises when you see your prey in the light of your room.

The lighting at El Bohem was better, but not much better. I knew they would charge premium rates so I expected to find the cream of Dominican hookers there but I was disappointed. There were around 15-20 girls available but they were average types in my opinion, most of them even had the omnipresent pot belly that you so often find in the DR. I wasn’t going to pay premium rates for an average type so I finished my drink quickly and left.

The next one was Galactic: as dark as Mountain View and low quality girls, they even looked ugly in the dark. On an average night at D’Latino or D’Classico the quality is much better than at Galactic from what I saw.

Finally I got into Cristal, the last hot spot in my hit list. After what I had seen before I entered the place with low expectations but I was impressed when I looked at the pussy landscape: this was clearly the place to be, it was light, you could easily see, evaluate and analyse the pussies and many of them were gorgeous. I couldn’t believe it! This is the place where the real talents were: I spotted several solid 8’s and some candidates for the 9+ region. And the club itself was much better: spacious, well lit, with shows, it was great. Real good-lookers were available, but at a price.

I spoke to one of them and quoted 1,200 pesos for the room (they have rooms there) for 1 hour plus 3,000 for her. I just laughed and said that 3,000 was ridiculous and she said: ‘Well, OK, 2,000’.

2,000 was a better figure to start negotiating, she’d have probably come down to 1,500 with some work but she looked too hardcore and professional for my liking, though she really was beautiful and young, I didn’t even bother to keep negotiating.

I finally decided to leave and go back to the holy city, I had found the best hot spot in Puerto Plata, I’d be back in my next trip to study it in more detail, but it was now time to go back to my secret garden and enjoy one of my favourite flowers.

Miss BBBJ was wearing a mini-skirt that night, showing her long and beautiful black legs, I saw her as soon as I entered D’Clasico but didn’t approach her, I just went to the bar and asked for a Brugal Anejo, took a seat and looked at her. A few minutes later she came to me, she knew what I was there for.

The BBBJ skills of Miss BBBJ were second to none, it looked as if she had 3 tongues and no teeth, it was pure magic. Her eyes were extremely beautiful but she didn’t look straight at me all the time through the BBBJ, as I like it, but just occasionally, as if she wanted to check my state of happiness.

Eventually the time came when I tried to put my condom on, but Miss BBBJ didn’t pay any attention to the fact that I was ready with my condom, she was sucking as if it was her last time, she was focussed on execution, isolated from the external world. I had to slightly push her head to be able to put the condom on and start fucking her.

Her pussy was welcoming and warm and while I fucked her she started to bite her lower lip. That is my favourite body language sign: a girl biting her lower lip as you fuck her. This is possibly the most reliable sign I’ve ever seen that a girl is really enjoying, it is usually an unconscious gesture, but a revealing one. I really get extremely excited whenever I see it.

I started to fuck her hard, with a changing rhythm, but hitting her as hard as I could and she seemed to enjoy it: she liked roughness.

It was getting longer because of the excess of alcohol, but I knew I would reach the summit eventually. The sound of the fuck was almost musical too, just like the waves hitting Sosua beach shore, there was harmony in that sound, it was like a percussion composition, it was also the sound of nature.

I like sex. It is a mystical experience. During the sex act our minds go up to the highest levels of pleasure ever imagined, but at the same time we go down to our most primitive instinct: the instinct for reproduction and survival. It is like going back to our origins, to the wilderness of the animal behaviour, to the basic impulse to perpetuate the species. Sex is an ancestral way to infinite pleasure embedded in our bodies and minds.

As mongers we only follow the call of nature, the call of that ancestral need.

Mongers are the ultimate slaves of their instincts.

[FunkJunky]

Hey Passabe,

You will have a great time. I recommend the palace and sosua for a first trip. I would advise you to keep your money in a safe when you have "company" You don't have to approach any women to get laid, they will come after you or should I say your dinero!
Only screw the chicas that you really want...they all can be had, even the ones you see in town...just depends on your skill level.
Definitely check out puerta plata and cabarete. You can get a tour from a guy name Manny if he is still around. He usually hangs around the palace and makes himself available as a nightlife tourguide. Don't be afraid to say no. Some of the palace girls can be damn pushy. Most will even grab your balls to try to get you on the bone. If she is not what you want, say no. You will be surprised how quickly your money can dissappear if you sample EVERYONE. Have fun and give us a report when you get back.

-Funk

[Bosco]

Passasabe,

You will be the one being chased. Just hang with the guys at the Palace they will show you the ropes. John will brief you when you arrive to get you started.

Have fun

[Passasabe]

I will be going to Sosua sometime in mid Novmber. I'm just waiting for my new passport to show up in the mail to make the arrangements. Thanks to you guys I know what to expect and what not to expect. I am currently leaning towards staying at the Palace due to your reviews and my inexperience. Hope to see you guys there. Any advice for a first-timer? I'm a low-key guy meaning that I probably won't aggresively chase after Chicas. I'm hoping that won't be a problem. Please let me know any advice would be appreciated.

[Lazy Horse]

Gladiator,

Just brilliant. You should write a book It was great reading the first half.

Great report,

Lazy Horse