Lisbon

[Bearsk]

I text messaged Marina and organized to see her late Saturday afternoon at a flat an easy walk downhill from the Sheraton. The flat is nicely appointed and clean. The neighbourhood was quiet. It was discrete.
http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=239

At the appointed hour, I was feeling the jetlag and tired from work and wonder if it would be worthwhile. That lasted about a microsecond after in got in the door. Marina is a classic looking Portuguese girl, long dark hair to the middle of her back with a gentle curl and deep soulful olive eyes. Her skin is perfect, it sort of glows and it is very soft. When she talks, its like a cat purring in perfect English. She wears very sexy glasses, giving rise to potential horny librarian or schoolteacher type fantasies - while GFE is her modus, she seems capable of anything and I'd wonder about light restraint trending to PSE. While endlessly polite, she did offer to talk dirty to me - something I might take her up on in a subsequent visit.

My mind wandered ... she suggested I shower and offered to join me but I thought it would be quicker alone and needed to lie down. In retrospect, she is the sort of woman with whom it would be nice to share a leisurely bath.

In any case, not too much detail. She is a great kisser, great lips and tongue and a great neck. Her breasts and bum are perfect. She has cute feet and toned calves. Excellent BBBJ for long time, then covered up and proceeded to 40 minutes of frenetic fucking where the bed was propelled to a good foot from the wall (she noted). I especially enjoyed banging her from behind, her body and back are perfect and there is a mirror in the corner of the room in which you can see her facial expression and breast sway with each stroke.

We then took a break and chatted about life, the world and sex and other things. She was disappointed that I had not yet climaxed. After a pause she took matters in hand and mouth and went for it, including a major deep throat effort that brought me close. She finished me with expert tongue action. We lay there for a while and giggled at the twitches I get afterwards.

We cleaned up.

I paid her 150 Euros, for agreed 90 minutes and a small tip, probably not enough. The time I am not sure, since it was not an issue but we certainly went over. I felt in no way rushed.

I went and had a beer and watched the football. She is a predominant memory of Lisbon and if I get back there soon, I will probably try and sign up for a longer session when I am not so tired and jet-lagged. I expect she may start to charge more, it is certainly a major value at the moment.

[Bearsk]

So I picked Nicole, based on her webshot showing major mammaries, her nice smile and piercing light green eyes.
http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=394

In person, she has a light complexion than on the web. She may be Portuguese but i suspect there might be a little Eastern European in her. She has a small tattoo on her neck and a butterfly stamp over her lower back. She apparently smokes but i could not smell or taste it.

Overall, it was great experience. The breasts are a hundred per cent real, beatifully proportionaed, large for her body, maybe 34or36Cs (she has a very slim back and arms with excellent skin and a very tight muscular ass - she does not work out). Her breasts are sensitive, along with her neck and clit. She is good kisser.

She is listed as 18 yo, maybe correct I would guess 18-21. She is a little bit young in that she was hesitant about several things, including size and several other things. She wanted to do a CBJ and I dissuaded her of that. I thought then if i had made a mistake. Seconds later she convinced me not with a slithering BBBJ accompanied by great eye contact. I almost shot, which is unusual for me at that stage.
We then had extended covered FS in different positions, notable great views of he face and breasts with her on top and her breast bouncing during doggie. In the mish, she seemed to be reacting with each thrust ?pain, so I asked if it was OK and offered to stop; she responded by asking me to keep going "slow and deep". I could feel my cock hitting her cervix and so turned her on her side so I could continue while she played with her clit and I massaged those breasts. Within a few moments she contorted in an orgasm which drenched the bed. She then apologized ... its OK really. She composed herself and got back on top and got me close.

I wanted to rub oil on her breasts and cum all over them but she rejected the oil on her skin (well there had to be one disappointment!). He then set to work on BBBJ and rubbing my cock between her breasts. That brought me to climax, I did not get to cum on the breasts but I was certainly satisfied.

She did not linger long afterwards and I would have appreciated some holding, I think she was cold as she wiped herself with a towel and put her robe on before coming back to clean me up and tell me what a nice cock I had.
Time: 65 min, Damage 100 Euro.
Favorite flavor strawberry, like perfume and chocolates.
Anus is ticklish but does not do anal sex: does not do CIM. (OK by me)
Repeat? Absolut!

[Bearsk]

Brief trip but lots of help from the forum, thank you all.

I was interested in a mulata so I called the number for
Yasmine http://www.apartadox.com/janela.php?id=1165
and had
Luciano Melo http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=397
and Lavinia Hortega on my list, among others.

I made a time on a Friday around 4pm and was told to come to Ruas C__ a block from Aeerio. I called when outside in the street and got buzzed in to second floor. Door opened and in I walked, I was met by Valeria, who clearly was not a mulata. She explained to me that Yasmin's prior client had requested an extra hour so she was not readily available. She offered me the line up or a later appointment. I said, no problem and she took me to a room where I was offered a seat. Its clean and well organized, relaxing music. The girls are pleasant, all appear to speak English and have safe practices.

I then witnessed a procession of major talent (I hope I have web links correct):
Brenna - cute, nice face
http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=418
Lavinia Hortega - very pretty face, great smile
http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=399
Rebeca - tall languid, a little coy - http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=411
Nicole Santos - petite but appointed, burning light green eyes, young
http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=394
Valeria - very nice, maybe in mid twenties, good presence, great body.
http://www.momentosdeprazer.com/perfil.aspx?id=163

Torn but happy - could have picked any one. I was of half a mind to run with Valeria since I like ladies with a presence and a little experience and her bum is kind of hypnotic. I also wanted to ask Lavinia about the webshoot where she has angel wings on ... maybe next time.
In any case, I settled on Nicole Santos since she was personable and I remembered from the web at least that she appeared to have breasts to die for. Will post follow up when have a chance.

When I was finished, I asked to meet Yasmin but she had gone to see a client at a hotel.

On my way out, I passed a very attractive black women on the stairs. I asked if she was Yasmin, she said no: I suspect this may have been Luciana Melo, she had a very beautiful and flawless face.

[Feijoada]

To Poço fans worldwide: Passing through the other day Mur was accosted by a very old acquaintance, possibly called Catarina, the tall slim long-black-haired one with the feline face, in tight jeans, high boots. He made that apologetic 'not-right-now-honey' gesture and she screeched at him a word which sounded like the UK English 'poofter!'

With the common roots of our languages, it is not impossible that this word means what it does in England (faggot) but we can be certain that it is no complimentary kind new year's greeting. She even broke into a trot to try to chase after Muri, but as he is the fastest fifty-year-old footballer in Lisbon, and as she was wearing fifteen-centimetre spiky heels on her sexy boots, and as it was raining on the greasy calçada as it seems to have been for ever, she soon desisted, with another yell of rage. Looks like the crisis is hurting us all. You have to be truly desperate if you actually break into a run trying to fuck Muri.

I think you are talking about a Romanian named Catalina. Very bad service indeed: no BJ, no kissing, and she even didn't remove her bra. And for all of this, she climbed me up to the 4th floor of a "pensao". That made me decide never to return to that area again.

[Murilloa]

To bigblkman: These are not separate languages. Exactly as with the various American and British forms of English, there are differences in little words and expressions, and wide varieties of accent, but if you learn English in Louisiana you'll get by fine in London. Same goes for Porto and São Paulo.

To Ozouville: Laugh or cry as you will: Mur's intervention was sincere, but your rebuke that it contained no information has to be accepted. Truth is that the mongering career is 'on hold' just now for personal reasons of a nature too disgustingly sentimental to be revealed here. As a token gesture towards hard fact, let us reveal that the excellent and convenient clinic, Mirage Klub in the Rua Rodrigues Sampaio is still flourishing, with at least three very charming Portuguese girls under the direction of the eternal Rute. Recommended - but please understand that Mur is not their agent.

To KL: Stay around. And tell us (for pedant Mur hates to make crass errors) if Monsanto arrived too late for our great-grand-daddies, where exactly would, say Eça have gone to fight a duel if one of his café cronies had suddenly called him a pimp?

To King Carlos: We veterans must stick together through thick and thin on this priceless forum. Carnaval beckons.

To Piotr: greetings! fear not for the future of the Lisbon thread - throw yourself into the manly task of saving it.

To Poço fans worldwide: Passing through the other day Mur was accosted by a very old acquaintance, possibly called Catarina, the tall slim long-black-haired one with the feline face, in tight jeans, high boots. He made that apologetic 'not-right-now-honey' gesture and she screeched at him a word which sounded like the UK English 'poofter!'

With the common roots of our languages, it is not impossible that this Romanian word means what it does in England (faggot) but we can be certain that it is no complimentary kind new year's greeting. She even broke into a trot to try to chase after Muri, but as he is the fastest fifty-year-old footballer in Lisbon, and as she was wearing fifteen-centimetre spiky heels on her sexy boots, and as it was raining on the greasy calçada (as it seems to have been for ever), she soon desisted, with another yell of rage.

Looks like the crisis is hurting us all. You have to be truly desperate if you actually run across a busy street in an attempt to get fucked by Muri.

But whether we are broke, insulted, sentimentally distracted or challenged in any other way, there is no reason to stop writing here.

[Bigblkman22]

Knowing some Brazilian Portuguese will I be able to communicate in Portugal.

Would learning a lot of European Portuguese help me when I go back to Brasil or is their Portuguese too different?

[Bearsk]

Thanks all your contributions. Hope to add soon.
We need to be respectful of any opinions regardless of whether we share them or not. Just my POV.

Murilloa! What a pleasure to see your posts grace this thread once more.

I hope your return means that you're back in Lisbon ready for more adventures in the immortal Pozo!

Please, if this report is not fictional than I am not sure if I should laugh or cry. You claim that reporting is a "civic responsibility" which every monger should abide to and yet as you yourself admit you don't care to post your experiences. Please don't insult the intelligence of the mongers on this thread.

[Feijoada]

My post is for real and I probably have to apologize that I did not contribute to this site so far. Probably it sounds incredible, but I have had about 60 to 70 encounters with working girls since last Summer in Lisboa only. I started at the famous Poco, but soon I gave up as I found it terrible: mostly Romanian girls who are out only out for your money.

At my next stage I looked for girls through the internet sites: apartadox, momentosdeprazer, and portalprivado. Those are mostly Brazilian ladies, charging about 100-150E for the hour. Some of them are really worth it.

Lately, my local friends introduced me to the elite clubs: Elefante Branco, Night and Day, and Gallery. During the first encounters, the ladies charged me 200E, which I more or less payed. Later, I returned over and over to the same girl, and the price become much, much lower (about 100E). At all the previously mentioned places, I have a whisky bottlle reserved for me (for 100E). The personnel greats me and takes me to my table. The girls are really happy to see me again.

[Ozouville]

Murilloa! What a pleasure to see your posts grace this thread once more.

I hope your return means that you're back in Lisbon ready for more adventures in the immortal Pozo!

I have been reading the Lisboa Forum and followed from the shadows your advise ever since I moved here last Summer. Please do not leave us! Murilloa is right: contributing to this Forum is also a civic responsibility, which cannot be interrupted by some bad and inappropriate comments.

Please, if this report is not fictional than I am not sure if I should laugh or cry. You claim that reporting is a "civic responsibility" which every monger should abide to and yet as you yourself admit you don't care to post your experiences. Please don't insult the intelligence of the mongers on this thread.

[Feijoada]

I have been reading the Lisboa Forum and followed from the shadows your advise ever since I moved here last Summer. Please do not leave us! Murilloa is right: contributing to this Forum is also a civic responsibility, which cannot be interrupted by some bad and inappropriate comments.

[Kama Leão]

Yes, it’s sad if one dude calls another a pimp, but the ‘victim’ needn’t give a two penny shit. Sure, our great-grand-daddies would pen florid pages of elegant insult, then arrange to meet at dawn in Monsanto to exchange pistol shots. But times have changed.

I beg to differ (and, when it concerns you, it's a pleasure and a honour): as I've said, it's not that my "honorability" has been tarnished but a case of pure and filthy SLANDERING and, as far as that is concerned, "times" (and the law) haven't changed.

Monsanto, has changed, though: our great-grand-daddies could never have arranged shoot-outs there since Monsanto as we know it only came to be between 1934 and 1946 (lol)!

Ideally, Ozou would retract his rash words and KL would graciously forgive. But both of them, all of us, when we log on here, have but one duty – to report faithfully and funnily on the girls we meet and the places we go, whoever and wherever these may be.

No duty at all, Muri, just pleasure and fun. And when fun and pleaasure are no more...

Abraço.

[Carlos Primeros]

Hi Muri,

Thank you for appearing like a Jack-out-of-the-Box to take the helm over again. I thought you have left for good.

Welcome back and please stay here for good.

Carlos

[Murilloa]

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please! This will not do at all!

Let us recall some facts of life here. Five thoughts:

First, civic responsibility on ISG is not to ourselves, but to Society. We may enjoy abusing the office computer, still glowing from a lunch-hour orgasm, relating erotic exploits while nubile secretaries admire our work ethic. But our primary function is to inform and entertain.

Second: these pages get viewed across the globe by Lisboetas, Luso-exiles, cybertravellers, mobile mongers, and weirdo wankers who’ll never come to (or in) Portugal. Writing for these unseen friends, not for self-glory, we also serve our city (better than the Câmara does) and its GPs. Lisbon offers a vivid variety of ladies and locations, without (thank the Lord) being a top destination for grungy sex tourists. Our writings support this status quo, just as our day’s work sutures the deep wounds of capitalism.

Third, ISG is a site of post-modern discourse where dinosaur ideologies and fossil concepts of identity or integrity have no home. Yes, it’s sad if one dude calls another a pimp, but the ‘victim’ needn’t give a two penny shit. Sure, our great-grand-daddies would pen florid pages of elegant insult, then arrange to meet at dawn in Monsanto to exchange pistol shots. But times have changed.

Fourth: forgive the clichés, but variety is the spice of life and it takes all kinds to make a world. So, Muri gets off by crawling hands and knees along the Poço, seeking a cigarette butt that might have graced the painted lips of Sabina? While Ozouville rents the Clinton Suite at the Hotel Dom Pedro, to sip Veuve Clicquot from the shiny stiletto shoe of a thousand-euro gallery girl? Kama Leão won’t die happy until he’s left his DNA in the bathroom of every single escort ever seen on ApartadoAdobe or PhotoshopPrivado? For Raskolnikov, Nirvana is incense, vapour, candles, hot stones, perfumed unguents, soft fresh towels and a two-hour tug-job? Why, gentlemen, honour and glory to each and every one of them!

Fifth: idem for physical fancies. Mur adores pretty petite Portuguese princesses, exactly 28 years old with long auburn hair and big black eyes full of laughter and sorrow. Good luck to him! The guy sitting by him right now in the office has a hard-on, dreaming of a two-metre Ukrainian ogre with cropped blonde hair and the gaunt face of a camp guard. Pleasure to him! Behind that door over there, the boss is furtively jerking over his memories of a bouncy brown Brazuca babe with a bunda that causes solar eclipses on Carcavelos beach (at home, his wife paints her toenails, yells at the maid, and fantasises about the same girl). Good health and happy fucking to each and every one of them!

So - Chega! ¡Basta! Enough already! No more rancour please, comrades. Other threads may decline into routine troglodyte abuse, barren of facts or fun. This must not happen here. If you were schoolboys, you’d be in the principal’s office enduring some stupefying piece of fuckin’ hypocrisy about social tolerance and civilised values. But you are men, and mongers. Bear yourselves accordingly.

Ideally, Ozou would retract his rash words and KL would graciously forgive. But both of them, all of us, when we log on here, have but one duty – to report faithfully and funnily on the girls we meet and the places we go, whoever and wherever these may be.

[Ozouville]

Piotr,

Like I stated previously, it may certainly be less to pick the same girl somewhere else, but it will be only for one hour maximum (my experience tells me that frequently, what is supposed to be one hour turns into 40 minutes.), while with a girl in EF it will generally be an all-nighter.

Is this price premium worth the extra hours, the better environment in which to relax with, meet and choose the right girl?

I certainly think so. I tend not to think of a mongering experience as going to the barber's, unless I'm running low on cash. And when that happens, Pozo comes into my mind.

Which brings me to your first point. I must admit, the last time I went there, it seemed to have gone a bit downhill, but I presumed at the time that the situation was temporary, as SW spots' desirability tend to be more prone to cycles.

From your statement, I must conclude that you believe this change is structural, and thus permanent. If that is the case, then this is certainly very upsetting news. Hopefully other SW spots will surface in the future to make up for this loss.

I have to disagree.

- Poço, the scenary of so many of the best Murillo's reports, is now a pale shadow of itself.

- EB is known among Lisbon mongers, to be a place where you can pick the same girl that somewhere else asks you 30-50% less.

[Kama Leão]

Unfortunately Jackson clipped the last post of Kama Leão leaving intact the evil accusation made by Ozouville in the first place.
And on top of that, the suggestion to nominate that report to the Reports of Distinction thread remains…

I fear for the future of this Lisbon thread.

So do I.

I maintain every single word I've written which has nothing to do whatsoever with "tantrums" or - always a gentleman in your choice of words, aren't you? -, for goodness sake!..., "blackmail".

Quite probably... goodbye.