Lisbon

[Piotr]

Those of you who have read my previous posts will know that I have a huge task to accomplish: the selection of a new Romanian princess.

Bad attitude made former princess Elena lose her position of privilege and admittedly her best client, followed shortly by her return to Bucharest (should have guessed…).

My first attempt, as reported, was a total flop. By the way, her name was Iara, from Galati. In my report I mixed up this information, only later I remembered correctly. A rubber doll to avoid.

Not wanting to make the same mistake twice – at least twice in a row – this time I drove by, parked the car, and slowly walked along the street, my brain cells taking notes, measures, archiving colours and shades, adding the assets of each brunette available – and the choice is now wider. By the end of the terribly long 20 meter walk the short list was made. I courageously turned 180º and began the 2nd pass.

An older specimen of SW, around 40, very short hair, always present since I remember, led me to realize that I have never seen her with a client, never we crossed paths on the stairs, I wonder if she is the guardian of the virtues of the flock, obviously for a price… or perhaps this is only my imagination.

Everyone in business knew what I was up to, and worst, I suspect most of them knew me already due to my frequent visits to princess Elena, even if then I kept a low profile often using the phone to make her meet me inside the building. Anyway, I assumed that those who were interested knew my intent, the others I hope they did not notice me, and if they did I don’t care and hope (firmly) they don’t care either.

These inviting light green eyes met mine and the choice for this play off was done. No words were needed for her to walk towards the entrance of the pensão. From behind I confirmed her promising hips moving inside the pants, her long black loose hair pointing to her backdoor.

‘Cum te cheama? Vorbiti engleza?’ (What’s your name? do you speak English?) – by now I have learnt a few Romanian expressions … a kind of ice breaker.

‘Lili’, she said, and kissed my lips even before the first flight of stairs. She undressed slowly, no bra, amazing body. She claims to be 18 and I have no reason to doubt. A wet kisser, sensual lips, a GFE that doesn’t count the minutes, with time for foreplay, to speak, to offer her beautiful curves before the main course, cbj (maybe next time bbj), very responsive, well above the average Romanian in Poço.
Definitely a test drive to repeat.

Inspired by the example of Master Murilloa with Sabina, I asked her if I could take her picture. She smiled, meaning: ‘by all means…’ and again, she was happy with the result. Between you and me, it doesn’t do her justice. See photo section.

[Murilloa]

Sunday, the sex police caught Muri ‘in flagrante’, dressed only in a tight leather thong and a butt-plug, crawling up the stairs of the pensaõ in the Poço, collecting discarded cigarettes in the hope that they had graced the mouths of Catarina, Iuliana or Sabina.

They only beat him gently, knowing that he would enjoy it too much if they thrashed him hard. But then they came up with a hideous threat: four weeks in sex prison, on Devil’s Island.

Devil’s Island! Every sex offender dreads the horror of being sent to that evil place. The only isle in the world where the sharks and barracudas wear suits and drive cars. The cruel and devious Baron Blair rules over it. Its skies are a year-round chilly blur of grey smoggy cloud and pelting rain.

“Nooooo!” screamed Mur through his studded latex gag. “I implore you – Afghanistan, Guantánamo, not Blair land!”

But the judge was implacable.

“Murilloa, you are a sickening pervert. This court has read transcripts from ISG and GPGuia, heard testimony from the innocent women you have exploited, and masturbated over your photo of Sabina. We can therefore show no pity. Go to England for a month, spend that month with your ex-wife, and may the Good Lord have mercy on your soul.”

“Your honour, puh-leeease, one last request”, begged Mur, knees giving way and bowels evacuating.

“We are listening.”

“Allow me just half an hour with a prostitute in Lisbon before I start my sentence.”

“Request granted, prisoner. I recommend Inês of Cascais, near my beloved tribunal. She is a tiny half-Japanese babe who sucks and fucks like a geisha goddess. Fifty Euros. To be paid from the Portuguese state pension funds. Take the prisoner away.”

“Thank you, your honour, may heaven pour blessings upon you and upon your family”, answered grateful Mur, as the guards dragged his limp body from the courtroom.

So on Monday Muri called at the blue and white door in Cascais and was greeted by a pretty, petite dark minx with brains and attitude in plenty, who gave him a fine send-off. She laid him down like the abject prisoner that he was, and fucked him senseless, a cowgirl to dominate any wild horse in the prairies or pampas. Then she turned passive and bent to be taken from behind, urging him to pound her neat arse until the inevitable and magnificent conclusion.

She talked throughout, but funnily and dirtily. Afterwards she enjoyed and returned tender caresses.

If Muri survives incarceration, he will return, and in the mean time he recommends Inês to those happy mongers still enjoying freedom in lovely Lisboa.

She’s here,

Cascais... Assanhadinha... Menina... Danoninho... Boquinha... Gulosa... Bumbunzinho... Apertadinho... Descobre-me!!! 964126634... www.privatesin.com/ines

The photos do no justice, but anyhow they will be stored under a semen-soaked mattress in sex prison.

Até logo,

Mur

[Petemarkou]

Do they have an address or they are just for outcalls. What are their average prices?

[Zona Quente]

The site http://www.zonaquente.net

Is the site of your independent escorts in Lisbon. Please take a look.

[Kama Leão]

PSS Don't get a fixation on Lilia

Easy to say...

[Yuiop69]

Arrive from 17c in Amasterdam to a sweltering 35c in Lisbon. Check in City and then head for Costa da Caparica. I actually flew over it on the way in, and already it was clear that it was a choice between a balmy beach resort or a slow wilt in the city.

CDC was an inspired choice for my first TD in Portugal, as I was later to find out, and in no small measure due to the brilliant advice on his board. CdC is a typical Portuguese seaside resort... with the added density of commuters. Sandy beaches, 1m high waves... And a brigade of surfers on one beach trying to catch a ride... On another beach, swimmers and sunbathers as naked as local customs allow. The local sea side choo choo trundles by. taking daytrippers back to their cars.

1900 and it is my turn to catch a ride, as I head a few blocks back to No 9 Praca Padre Manuel Bernardes.... Just to the the left of the oval windows. (better have a map... The locals are in another time warp). 3 flights up, A.

Let's not go into all the gory details. It just suffices to know that this was my No 1 paid experience. Indeed it even rivalled a good deal of the non-paid. The first true paid GFE ever, and with my longest DATY ever, and with all the signs of a climax for Ana. Heaven on earth... (I know I know I've met many bad and good actors... still, this felt like the real thing).

Just note I had to work extremely hard for this - I could still feel the creak in my neck two hours on. Also note it comes at the cost in how passionate Sire was served afterwards. Still it was a beauty to behold, that I may keep with me to my dying day.
I had never believed this possible, ever. Miracles apparently happen, and let me just add that it can help if you a cross, as Ana is a true believer. Also it likely helps if your expectations are not too high... as I have after 7 years of rooting in other backyards.

Also I can well imagine others having entirely different experiences... Especially if you put a premium on the flesh (6) rather than the spirit (an unbeatable 10 on this occasion). As usual, the face lags the beach tanned body, as it does for almost all of us as we head towards the 40s.

95 minutes in all, of which 75 was spent frolicking. Yet another recod. A
little upfront bribe and a smart suit might have helped swing it. Yes, earlier on at the beach, I did feel like a penguin at an oasis when my black polished shoes crunched in the sand. Still for once, I got a few stares from the half-naked beachbabes.

Later a sea shore dinner at a balmy and pleasant 30c.... With my best ever bacalhau to date (although standard fare for the natives I suspect)... Manies O Alentejano. Need to check out where the tres haute cuisine might be in this resort. Ideas ?? as I hope to return as quick as my boss will send me to Lisbon again! Thanks ever so much for clear directions.

PS next morning I went back, in between two appointments... I am not a morning guy, but couldn't resist. Ana and Lilia there. They both wanted to come, but given that time was tight, I chose just Ana on her own. Again, sheer bliss. Again, rivals much of the non-paid.

PSS Don't get a fixation on Lilia - all 3 girls need to work, and I am sure kindness will be responded in kind.

[Kama Leão]

Eva is tall (1.75 m, I'd say), early thirties, with an athletic but deliciously curvy body, medium to small breasts, a butt that, once you see it and cannot help but feel it, is certain to make you dizzy, sexy face and a voracious sex appetite. She's Hungarian - but speaks very good Portuguese, don't know about English - and more than willing to please you in every way you can dream of (and then some...): DFK, BBBJ, CIM, DATY, A (she actually invites you to it, deep and hard, and makes it all too clear that it will not be only YOUR pleasure that will be at stake!) you name it! Not at all a clockwatcher, she greets you in beautiful lingerie, really enjoys you undressing her piece by piece (while she does the same to you), in fact, she apparently relishes in all the gloriously sordid details of the art-of-the-boudoir. While, at the same time, remaining a little snobish, coquettish and sophisticated. And, yes, she is expensive: 150€/hour. But, can you really put a price on Heaven? (967 723 412, Lisbon, near the metro station of Pontinha, next to the Lidl supermarket)

Just to say that Goddess Eva (announced as Swedish but, actually, Hungarian)
http://www.asensual.com/gall/thumbnails.php?album=13
seems to have relocated to Estoril. I haven't been there yet but everything I mentioned in the quoted post above (except the new phone number: 96 449 8102) must surely remain true.

[Murilloa]

Sabina is a Romanian girl who works the Poço. She is twenty, she says, and when you disrobe her, you believe. A lovely slim body, gorgeous long black hair, firm brown breasts. She is charming and sexy but also mercenary to the very tips of her nimble fingers. But by paying 'over the odds' Mur has twice obtained deep joy of her.

Then today, after the very satisfactory deed, she preened in the mirror while Muri checked his latest text message from Tony Blair. Perfectly re arranged after her torrid tussle, she smiled and said it was time to go. Jokingly he replied, indicating his mobile phone, "you look so pretty, may I take a photograph?"

And to his amazement, she coolly said yes, asking for no remuneration and smiling happily at the result.

Which Mur will now share with you in the relevant section.

[Kama Leão]

WOW!!

Yhis is a blond portuguesa in her 30s, about 165cm, big boobs hanging down a bit because of the age factor, but she is fit and offers her beautiful ass and massage for increbible price: 20 only massage, 25 massage plus covered BJ or handjob and 40 euros one hour or more of pure sex.

I took the B option, she gave a beautiful massage, she is top class when it comes to playing dirty and exercising your llower bodyparts...incredible handjob and massage, plus a frenetic blowjob while I was on my four and she was milking me from behind!!!! WOW!

Her conversation is sexy and she puts you at ease, she is not a beauty queen...but she is a queen anyway.

gentlemen...go for it! It is worth every penny.

Contact, please. I've been trying the phone number at GPGuia and, after repeated calls, couldn't get in touch with her.

[Kama Leão]

On a whim, you fumble through the Correio da Manhã pages. It takes a huge leap of faith to give credit to most of the ads - particularly if one already has had too many sorry experiences... - but, occasionally, you feel like diving for pearls, into the complete unknown, just for the thrill of it. Provided, to quote the late great queen of debauchery, Janis Joplin, they are "cheap thrills". And, suddenly, you come across something quite unexpected - at least in Lisbon - like this:

GREGA... Estudante... Morena... Corpinho Danone... Inesquecível... Completa... 24hrs... Deslocações... É 917053240

Greek? Really?... As in Socrates, Plato, Theodorakis and 2004 European Soccer Champions? Well, why not?...

Forget Socrates, Plato, Theodorakis and the dreaded ballgame. Epicure is much more like it. Alice - for that is her "nom de plume", so to speak - is a petite, slim, raven haired, Greek object of statuary, an Aphrodite with soft, delicate, firm, very responsive, medium breasts, a perfectly rounded derrière, and a - oh so elegant! - pair of legs on heels that, from the very first moment you set eyes on her, leaves you with no option but to want to stay with her. And stay. And stay...

And, well, Aphrodite is also the proud owner of a velvet mouth,with velvet lips and velvet tongue that are more than willing to invite you into a slow ascension to the Gods Pleasure Dome. Of course, you, being a reverent gentleman, do want to pay hommage to The Goddess, whispering wet worshipping verses on her private, moist Shrine. As (the possibly divine too) Leonard Cohen said:

"So I knelt there at the delta,
at the alpha and the omega,
at the cradle of the river and the seas.
And like a blessing come from heaven
for something like a second
I was healed and my heart
was at ease"

You will be blessed. She will be blessed. Bliss will descend unto you both.

(Near the Centro Comercial Gemini, halfway between the top of Avenida das Forças Armadas and Avenida 5 de Outubro - 50€)

[Murilloa]

Very quick report.

Mur went West for the first time in a long while.

He called Suzy, of course. No reply, but he went to Quinta do Barão anyway, called again.

And again and again. No score.

He purchased CM, called other Carcavelos GPs, found one in the same street as Suzy, almost opposite.

2 meninas universitárias portuguesas +mulatinha linda. 913473133/ 967719931

He called Suzy again, not wanting to be unfaithful.

Still busy/absent.

So he went to see Natasha.

Big, bouncy firm black clever smiling São Tomé girl, speaks English and French as well as Portuguese.

She said, "it's a busy afternoon - after the game, everyone wants to fuck."

(Portugal had fucked Mexico two hours earlier)

She was fun. One of those big-tittied booties with a really tight pussy.

€40 and good value. Mur will not return because he feels guilty about mounting another girl less than 100 metres away from Suzy's nest.

But he recommends Natasha to those who enjoy smooth rich abundant black chocolate with a sweet pink centre.

[Murilloa]

After a rapid tour through your reports, Japan, it is clear that you are neither an ‘agent provocateur’ nor a lunatic on the loose: just one of those guys who has come to his own scientific conclusion that bareback fucking is not much more dangerous than touching the handrail in the subway or passing a joint.

You also assert that a surprising number of prostitutes, in many countries, will allow unrubbered access if you are persuasive enough.

Mur has no idea about Lisbon. He accepts BBJ if offered, doesn't insist if not, and never asks to ride without a raincoat.

Once, not long ago, he was playing with a favourite woman with whom he has a relationship of trust and affection. He slipped, unprotected, inside her. For a few seconds he stayed there, and then, by mutual consent, through eye contact rather than either person saying anything, it was agreed that although bareback was beautiful, withdrawal was wiser. Armour was duly rolled out and rolled on. Better for both of us, it was agreed.

If you go to Intendente and ask a druggie babe for bareback at €50, you'll probably score. If you then enter the nearest pub and bet the barman €50 that you can drink a litre of cachaça in five minutes, he will accept the bet.

In both cases you may survive, but you are taking a deadly risk, IMHO.

[Member #4643]

Anyone recommend a good h--ker bar in Lisbon? There are lots of escorts, great massage parlors, but seem to be very few late night spots to pick up girls. I can only find reference to one such bar in the ISG and it wasn't totally flattering. Thanks

[ButtLover]

Can anyone recommend any particular hot looking girls, or venues where bareback fucking is available in Lisbon? Thanks in advance for any info!

What about HIV?

Is it worth the risk?

[Japan]

Can anyone recommend any particular hot looking girls, or venues where bareback fucking is available in Lisbon? Thanks in advance for any info!