Quito

[Im Not A Freak]

To Ezinho: No I don't know San Lorenzo, Santo Domingo is famous for casas and chicas, I did a really nice freelancer in north 4033, who said she was in Quito just for a week then to return to Santo Domingo, she was really nice, but won the contest of the dumbest wh*re I had, I mean, the description "airhead" was nowhere near, to describe her.

And I don't plan to become a taxi driver, they do good money, but is soo down.

I think I found 2 new places I suspect, but I can't check this cause I'm sick onf food poisoning, but if you pass a Saturday night, and see casas full of neon and christmas light at night on August, it leaves no doubts, they are chongos, or night club as owners like to call them to not sound vulgar.

Well, this unconfirmed casas are north of Eloy Alfaro and El Inca, about two km north of Gamavision, in this crossroad youll find a canyon which is the way to Zambiza, from here go up north in Eloy Alfaro, go around 6 pm so the neon lights guide you, cause I didn't write down, the number of the casas, if you get to a gas pump, it means you have walked north too far.

[Tungurahua]

Anyways, enjoy your last month in Ecuador, Tung. If you're getting tired of Quito, have you thought about checking out some other cities? Just curious because I am thinking of returning next year for a shorter amount of time, to check out the cities I didn't get to see earlier this year. Cuenca might be interesting; it's the 3rd largest city in the country. And the coast sounds nice too, Manta, Salinas maybe. Also there's a city called San Lorenzo up north near the border with Colombia, haven't heard a thing about it (have any info Friky00?) Just curious with what's outside Quito, and it seems like you have some free time on your hands and are an experienced traveler. The "Other Areas" thread could use some of your posts!

Ezinho: other cities. I have thought about Guayaquil in the recent past, but:

(a) starting over at this point, with only a month left, my heart isn't into it. I know Quito so well that for some time now I have moved around without maps or club addresses.

(b) when I started in Quito, my first post 182 on April 30 -- the first fuckclub summary -- we had 11 options. Now we have 70 listed with explicit addresses/directions -- a more than 600% increase in 4 months -- and there are probably still more out there. For our knowledge of Guay to match this would take some time. Other cities in Ecuador would not even come close to this kind of selection, Cuenca included. However, I do have to exit via the south route through Cuenca. Maybe I can scout a day or two if I have the time after a final visit to Lady Tungurahua (Banos). Being much smaller I found it a very relaxing city when I was there originally (before Quito mongering).

The city of Manabi sounds incredible for chicas. I have heard of only the non-pro option but if there are pro palaces over there they have to be filled with beauties. So many of the hot chicas I have met have been from Manabi -- Dominique, Johanna (of Touch Me), little Emily and super-sl*t Samira being four superior examples.

As for anything near (or in) Columbia, forget it. Columbia can go to hell (wait, it IS hell already). Perhaps Vivian's constant idealizing of and pining for Columbia has severely turned me off from it -- or anything near it.

(c) constantly it is pumped into me about how dangerous Guay is. True many posters on the Quito board say the same thing and I have had minimal trouble. But again, at this point I don't feel like starting over in new, potentially troublesome territory I do not know. I'd rather go track some jaguars in the Amazon. No danger there! ;-)

(d) as per board posts prices in Guay seem to be generally higher. Friky00 backs this up. There appear to be a few lower price options available but after Quito's consistent $7 price tags I am very, very, very spoiled now (can I emphasize this enough?!). I may not even be able to tolerate China's $30 price tags after this (but I usually was able to negotiate 90-120 minutes and two pops for that). Philippines maybe. Indonesia was pretty cheap too (didn't do any buying but did come across some beauties I asked prices about).

(e) I have blown way more cash than originally thought I would in Ecuador. Upon arrival at the border I originally gave this country 3 weeks! It is going to be 6 months!! Unbelievable. If others want me to continue perhaps I should start up a bank/online account for donations and ISG members can fund my mongering. I can systematically bust open every city in the world for members, expanding fuckclub lists by the hundreds, available pussies by the thousands. What do you say guys?! lol.

Also one last question...being in Quito for such a long time, do you ever get bored at all? Just curious, I thought 4 months there was boring personally, but you know a lot more places to monger than I do, so maybe it's not so bad for you...

I think it is the adventure of uncovering more places that kept me busy. Before Friky00 spilled the beans on the north, sure I was getting bored out of my tree. Yet another reason I decided to pursue Vivian the way I did. The clubs of central were just lame at the time, bored me to tears.

Then Friky00 carved up the north in detail and I busted open the south. At this stage of the game I play "sectors" against one another. Spend a day in the north, then a day or two in the south, then a day in central, etc., repeating the pattern. It is the increasing 'smallness' of Quito, its streets, its chica minds, that is closing in on me, frustrating me. I need more space, a new project to engage the mind. Hunting a jaguar sounds ideal to me!

And oh yeah, I totally agree with you, if I hear the song Lady in Red one more time I am going to strangle the club dj.

[Artisttyp]

I just came back from the airport ...called off the whole thing.My allergies have been going nuts and after standing in line and witnessing the caos my fight instinct plummeted to zero.I never fly on holidays or any busy time periods.Im too old to deal with it.
I can get full credit for a future flight with a doctors note and my hotel has no credit card info of mine.
Ive got to re think my travel plans for the future.You live and you learn.Sorry guys...have fun.
By the way the energy at the airport was just awful.Why does the free world have to be so obnoxious?

Artisttyp

[Ezinho]

What the hell, I am in a good mood. Let’s go to El Swing. Heeeyyy, Carol of La Fragata is here and looking damn fine. In fact, the chica quality of the place has picked up considerably since my first and only visit. Watched a striptease and it dawned on me: is this Latino Addict’s infamous El Swing chica?! It has to be. I followed her to a different stage. She’s decent looking all right, just starting the decline from her peak years, but still lots of energy. After the dance she is all over this guy like a chimp to a banana while he is practically ignoring her. Yeah, it has to be her. She is spaz incarnate.

A: When you go back to El Stinko LOL!
And I can't believe that crazy b*tch with the tats is still working there! Is she still running around pantyless in the club, forcing lap dances on guys?

Anyways, enjoy your last month in Ecuador, Tung. If you're getting tired of Quito, have you thought about checking out some other cities? Just curious because I am thinking of returning next year for a shorter amount of time, to check out the cities I didn't get to see earlier this year. Cuenca might be interesting; it's the 3rd largest city in the country. And the coast sounds nice too, Manta, Salinas maybe. Also there's a city called San Lorenzo up north near the border with Colombia, haven't heard a thing about it (have any info Friky00?) Just curious with what's outside Quito, and it seems like you have some free time on your hands and are an experienced traveler. The "Other Areas" thread could use some of your posts!

Also one last question...being in Quito for such a long time, do you ever get bored at all? Just curious, I thought 4 months there was boring personally, but you know a lot more places to monger than I do, so maybe it's not so bad for you...

I have not committed to guayaquil yet.It depends if the bus service is reasonable and if the hotel will hold a room for me without having to give my credit card info on a public computer.

I hope you go to GYE, that section is dying for up-to-date trip reports as well! There's gotta be something good there too...

I went to Cafe Rojo and wasn't that impressed. Kat, on the other hand, had much better girls, IMHO

I've never read a post stating that Nightcats had better looking chicas than Cafe Rojo, just proves my whole "off-week" theory I posted about earlier. Go back next week and who knows what casas will have the quality girls...

One other note: Don't expect the taxi drivers to know these places. Not one taxi driver I spoke to knew any of the places, so make sure you have the address if you are going to a place.

Can't argue with this! If only the taxistas had the casa knowledge of Friky00! Maybe you should think of a career change, Frik...

[Louie OK]

For Sundays,

I can validate that Masejes Medellin is open. I didn´t go in since I was tired from a long day at La Mitad del Mundo. In fact I´ve never been there yet, but visited the neighboring $15 place instead last week only for a drink and a browse (lots of sexy cuties there, btw). Anyways the doorman was nice enough to tell me the place was full of clients and only 4 girls. At least 2 taxis were parked in front along with a bunch of other vehicles.

Monday (earlier today), I went to Kahlua´s to be disappointed by only 3 girls available with more than 10 guys around 6pm. I took Cathy to the room for lousy service. I usually ask before hand the things I want which was okay with until once we got in the room. I told her for forget it and left. She was pretty & trim enough (7?) but I should have relied on my better judgement of her hardness. Besides I drilled to girls earlier at $7 a squirt.

Last Friday had me two bufus (anals) with the two white girls I posted.

Wasn´t hot though like the black girl. Max tip was 3 bucks. Saturday, I did one more bufu of another negrita at VIP Star 3. Average.

I finally realizing that I´m not the stud I used to think I was, always able to keep going. Guess I´ll be trying out viagra sometime.

[Spyderman]

All,

I went to Cafe Rojo and wasn't that impressed. I went on a Friday night and there were a TON of guys there and just a few girls, and I didn't think they were that great. In fact, most weren't even good enough to attract any of the 400 guys there.

Kat, on the other hand, had much better girls, IMHO, plus it is an a better neighborhood with other things like restaurants (it's at Orellana and Amazonas). The girls were thinner and pretty, and there weren't that many guys (Sat., about 9PM). I got a hot girl with big fake boobs named Nena. Her attitude wasn't that great, though. She told me that they place goes all night, sometimes until 6AM or later.

One other note: Don't expect the taxi drivers to know these places. Not one taxi driver I spoke to knew any of the places, so make sure you have the address if you are going to a place.

Good luck to all!

[Artisttyp]

Hello,

Im arriving in quito tommorow night for a three weeks stint.This is my second trip to quito so Im pretty comfortable with everything.I'm not fluent in spanish but I would consider myself an advanced intermediate in other words I wouldnt need a translator just a dictionary for a few things that I've never talked about etc.
I like to monger solo but Im not against a wing man for the occasional night out.I actually feel safer myself the majority of the time.
Last time I was in quito I went to a soccer game which was alot of fun so if that sounds appealing to anyone please pm me.They happen on saturday and sundays and can be a little violent at times although not that crowded as in argentina.The teams are national but of good quality. Also a dining partner to re hash sex strories would be fun.I do photography so doubling up on tours for a cheaper price would also be of intrest.
I will be in centro quito next to the presidential palace for the first few days then probably head to the mariscal.
I doubt I can contribute much (all praises due to ezinho and tung) but Ill keep you up to date.I have not committed to guayaquil yet.It depends if the bus service is reasonable and if the hotel will hold a room for me without having to give my credit card info on a public computer.
Me...36 new yorker ethnic looking (italian spanish) ..computer artist.

Hasta Poco

[Tungurahua]

Friday

Quicentro mall for a meal and water. Still hungover, feeling weak, managed to get down a meal without puking. Over to Kahlua for a beer. Then to 3 Star. Needed time to recharge. Made the mistake of not calling Lucy over as she sat among other chicas.

When ready I start to make my way to her -- seconds too late. She is grabbed by another guy. As the night progresses I get the feeling she is avoiding me. Did a tour of the club, downstairs and up, about 10pm. She is nowhere to be found. I was ready to walk out. Told myself to be patient. This is Friday -- a day I hate as much as Saturday. You wait hours for pussy, whereas other days simply instantly wave the chica over when you are ready.

On other fronts I am really enjoying watching Vivian getting drilled by other guys, enjoying her work the room. For me to see this, and her to know I am seeing this, it destroys her stupid ‘idealism’ of dual-monogamy. To her credit I rarely see taking down Quasimotos. Most are decent looking fellows.

I continue to see Lucy heading upstairs with other males but she never comes over to me. The night, I say to myself, is pretty much dead at this point. I am tired and feeling devalued once again. I know this is her job but Jesus Christ do these meatheads tip $5 a session? She is obviously taking too much for granted here. Rule: the high of a yesterday becomes the low of today.

I exited the club for an hour, walking around the underpass to cool off, get my thoughts together, take in some fresh air, feel the cool breeze in my hair, watch the traffic, look up at the stars, enjoy the neon stimulation of night. I am obviously taking this too personal. She’s a smoking hot little piece of ass that I am getting attached to. I am also tired, consistently hitting clubs seven days a week on five or six hours of sleep per day. Tired -- and as a result moody, too subjective. Within the hour I was feeling better, grounded. With the resolve re-established I get on with the mission to fuck pink pussy, preferably Lucy’s 18 year hole.

Marched back into 3 Star. I waited. And waited. Lucy flashed the odd smile at me, not showing much intention to join me. Vivian was sitting in front of me getting groped by a guy. Who is standing off to the side of me? She sees me looking at her, looks away but smiles nonetheless. Yes, it is time for a re-entry into my jungle love, Mariela.

Pulled a $20 bill out of my pocket, sidestepped over to her, said hola as I kissed her on the cheek, put the money in hand and asked for the first ever double ficha with her. In doing so Samira’s 7th session is superceded. Mariela takes the seventh and eighth.

It was the best session(s) I have had with her since numbers 3 and 4. She’s always good for photos. I had forgotten she is one of the few petites that suck cock as a beginning. I laid back initially. After a couple minutes pushed her on her back, sat on her chest and fed her more cock.

Missionary to begin. But as is common recently I stayed in legs over shoulders the longest. It gets the greatest reaction and sound effect. A strong thrust here knocks the breath out of her lungs. I put my face to hers and listen intently as I smash her pussy silly.

She has always been somewhat distant in the sack. Upon being asked she once told me she prefers to party, drink beers, chew sours and dance than get drilled. But this is one of those special girls that can get away with being somewhat remote -- at least for now. Hair, cuteness, nice tits (for her size), tiny hardbody -- it works.

I adopted some of Samira’s positioning for this round. Put her on her side, ass to me, stood on the floor and pounded away. Then put her on her back, me still standing on the floor, pussy to the edge of the bed.

Climbed back on the bed. Here I stupidly leaned back thinking the wall was right behind me, fell back some three feet and smashed my head against the wall. Fuck that hurt! Despite the sudden and temporary rush of pain I kept at it, positioned her into doggie and started re-fucking as I groped some titties. She takes it all like a good 18 year old should. Each position was incredibly delicious.

I repeatedly checked the time on the photos I was taking to make sure the knock on the door would not come as a surprise. ** knock knock ** Gave her the signal for flat doggie and built up the pace to squirt my big city love into her cute jungle pussy. A very, very pleasing session. Thirty minutes of pure fucking. Some great 18 year pussy.

I considered a $3 tip but she did a solid double session, taking a lot of mileage, so I decided on $5. If no newbies come along I might want to cultivate her hole again with a couple more drunks and double fichas.

Went upstairs to do some writing. Lucy is over yonder still wasting precious life with a talkative putz. Finished writing, went downstairs and decided what the hell, joined Mariela for some beers. Asked her a few questions. No babies. Mom and Pop plus three sisters and three brothers live in Tena. I wondered why the hell she chooses this lifestyle when she has a good family at home, no apparent need to do this (i.e., no baby to feed).

For the first time in some four months I buy her a meal from the club kitchen. I love it! Ah, the memories. The cook, mami, testifies I have never been in here with another girl. Mariela spoon feeds me the odd bit from her plate as I stroke her long hair.

There is a mirror in front of me and I do a long stare at myself. I ask myself: how far is the experiment to go? How far can I bend reality before it breaks and crashes down on me?

I ask Mariela to come home with me tonight. She says yes. I would love a full night with the original 18 year old that stole my heart. She is the beginning of the ideal, the start of youth-mania. She is not as beautiful as Lucy but the latter has a baby. Mariela is free to do as she pleases therefore commanding the greater ideal in my eyes.

Back in the club at one point I looked over beside me and saw the profile of Lucy -- but it was not Lucy. More fat on this one. Later this chica sits by Mariela and I. She is Wendy, sister of Lucy. Fuck me -- it is a family profession! She tried buttering me up for a drink and/or a ficha. I just looked at her with “whatever” on my face, translatable in a dozen languages.

Mariela and I sat together for four hours, drinking. I am drunk. She is drunk. I know she is drunk because she is holding my hand, fingers meshed. She must have seen me staring at Vivian a few times. For at 4:30am she suddenly says I have too many girlfriends, points out Vivian to me, gets up and walks out of the bar!

I sigh. Some of these chicas take two to three blasts of cum per hour over a night of eight to nine hours yet I, by some twisted logic, cannot stick my wood in other pussy.

Left the bar at 5am. First time ever I closed 3 Star down. I would have loved to snuggle up to her 18 year hardbody -- my jungle cash-sl*t -- for the night, but oh well. Home. Sleep.

Saturday

More of the same early day weakness, barely managing to get half a pizza down. Kahlua for a beer. Over to 3 Star. Picked up some energy. Lucy finally shows at 7pm. I wait twenty minutes as she prettied herself in a backroom.

My primary intention for another session was to teach Lucy to say “I am eighteen” and video the event. Then set up the camera on the tripod, getting her to repeatedly say "I am eighteen" as I fuck her in flat doggie to cum. Plus I had a couple more picture ideas. Being her first ficha of the night I also wanted to smear her pussy juices on my face to keep her scent on me between sessions.

Upon sight of her I immediately slapped $20 in her hands. Uh oh. Here it comes. There is a ficha condition now: no more pictures. Ooookay. Let’s make that a single ficha instead of the double (potentially triple plus tip).

In the room she didn’t remove her bra on some excuse. Showed me a picture of her baby -- extremely beautiful. She mentions I fucked Mariela last night. ** rolling my eyes ** It just never ends with these chicks. Did I take pictures of her too? Yes, I state. With her timer already set I get the impression she is trying to waste time. Enough -- lay down already! Entry. Missionary. Legs over shoulders. Flat doggie. Thassit. Fifteen minutes. Came.

Dressed. She asks for a tip. No. No photos no tip. She protests. I state it again. The rule is law. She tries a different angle, that she gave me doggie position. I’m like “!!!” Say what? Give me a break. I restate NO TIP. She’s not happy but neither am I (fully). I was really looking forward to the new video.

Oh, and she took me to the sleazy rooms this time, not upstairs in the nicer pub rooms. First time ever she has done this. I have obviously been downgraded so I returned the sentiment.

At this point one might wonder: fuck he is burning a lot of bridges lately, having more negative experiences, becoming more negative.

That is the point of the experiment. To take it to its logical terminus with no deception on my part. Fuck the ‘romance’ of it all. To dive into it with full gusto, tear it the fuck apart in curiousity and walk away satisfied, satiated, with the knowledge of a job well done.

ISG board member El Huevon recently sent a private message with some keen insight, understanding this is only a temporary situation for me. That once done I am going to move on and not look back. For Quito is on cheap enough ground to satisfy my curiousity in something I have always wondered about but kept to minimal superficial investigation (in more expensive China).

I travel the earth with the attitude of: I am never coming back so take each and every place for all its worth. The earth is too large, too diverse, too much to see in one lifetime for me to keep hitting the same spot(s). My existence is finite, contrary to the proposed pipedreams of religion. I crave diversity, intensity, experience, knowledge -- for even my travels, as extensive as they may be, are only for a limited time as well.

Back to the subject of wh*ring. It is plainly evident I am becoming increasingly exhausted of females judging me in blatant, outrageous hypocrisy. Something so many of them refuse to acknowledge, to stare reality in the face and call it what it is. It is something I started experiencing from the girls very early on, from July to Camilla to Vivian to Lucy. I am tired of them piling the same shit on my shoulders to smell, increasingly impatient with chicks who think they can think when they should be servicing the cock. That’s what I am paying them to do, not talk me to death. I reserve that right to a potential future marriage.

And I say this: other males would be too if they did this with the same kind of intensity. But short term vacations only allow them a largely superficial glimpse, to breezily skip over the contradictions and frictions.

The tensions of a break, of a super-explosion, to leave Quito have long been building. I have one month plus a bit to see what else lies in the ghettos of this city, to unearth new feline flesh in increasing savagery. (If you want to know what I am feeling like download Linkin Park's mp3 "One Step Closer," when he is screaming "Shut up when I'm talking to you!!" and "Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break!" Crank the volume as high as you can for full effect. Fucking perfect.)

Don’t get me wrong, it has been a fascinating experience to date. I have done it with eyes wide open, tasted some beautiful and exquisite carnal delight, fulfilled many a long-sought after sexual fantasy. Ultimately, even with the short-term negative experiences, this is a postive thing. It is a thirst for knowledge, experience, to sample what is. I have made sure these adventures will never die, both in lyric and in visual. And to anybody that finds these adventures repulsive, as so many in the world would with their conservative value systems, to them I give a stiff middle finger. No apologies. No regrets. No hesitations. I will smash my way to experience and enlightenment, even if it might kill me in the process.

Ok. Back to 3 Star and Saturday night. Upon exiting the cubical with Lucy I walked past Vivian and friend Kathy. Not in a particularly good mood at the time I scowled at them. Hit upstairs to do some writing. The club is nowhere near as packed as Friday night, allowing me some breathing space. Good.

With the writing done, the mission in focus once again and a surprisingly good mood as a result, I went back downstairs to scope the scene. Vivian is gone. Lucy drifts between clients, sitting directly in front of me for some time. We exchange glances a few times.

Underneath the giant porn screen sits Wendy. I laugh to myself on the thought that I should fuck Lucy’s sister. I had conceived of a “sisters” session earlier in the day, both their asses over the bed and alternating between their holes. But naw, I can’t be bothered to fuck fat. Kept watching porn.

Bailed for La Fragata. A 7 I have been eying is there. The most responsive I have ever seen her towards me, smiling, winking, as she dances with another guy. Tied up for too long however. And her bum is just a fraction too big in those jeans.

Headed for La Galeria 200. Closed. What the hell, I am in a good mood. Let’s go to El Swing. Heeeyyy, Carol of La Fragata is here and looking damn fine. In fact, the chica quality of the place has picked up considerably since my first and only visit. Watched a striptease and it dawned on me: is this Latina Addict’s infamous El Swing chica?! It has to be. I followed her to a different stage. She’s decent looking all right, just starting the decline from her peak years, but still lots of energy. After the dance she is all over this guy like a chimp to a banana while he is practically ignoring her. Yeah, it has to be her. She is spaz incarnate.

Carol is sitting over yonder in a dark corner apparently trying to avoid males. I shake my head in wonder. The cutest girl, however, is still the super slender negrita waitress. She finds me staring at her several times and wears a big smile in response. Very nice. But I can’t be bothered in taking the time for a non pro. Nor do I want to hang around till the place closes.

A really weird incident takes place. A guy who is some ten feet from me suddenly stands up and starts yelling in rage while he is staring directly at me. Security immediately got hold of him, held him back. He’s screaming some shit I do not comprehend. I don’t remember seeing this guy before. A psyched-out drunk I guess. He is taken out of the bar. Latina’s girl is saying “No problem. He’s crazy.” -- as she motions with her hand to remain seated, calm. Staff is also motioning no problem. Fifteen minutes later I cautiously exited the bar. Went for chicken. Home. Sleep.

Sunday

Bussed it to Club Alondras. I wasn’t in the mood for this shithole but it being the only Sunday option in Quito (no, I am not going to Noches de Paris!) decided to suck it up and go. Spotted a 7 that I wanted to fuck. In a couple minutes she disappears into a back room and do not see her again. Ugh. I hit next door. Nada.

Back to Alondras. She’s back. But again she leaves a table of guys and disappears for an hour. Returns to the same table of guys. I have been burning holes in the back of her head the whole time. Finally, with me waving, I get a chica’s attention beside her. She obviously has the awareness of an amobae. For a third of a second she glanced at me, did a pathetic uninterested wave and turned away. Ah, some great Sunday inspiration in the big city of Quito. Threw my hands up in the air, jumped the bus back to Gringolandia.

Going for spaghetti I spotted a cute street thing. Andrea, 18 of Esmereldas. Jesus Christ, did Ecuador's government at some point in the past financially compensate every parent that named their girl(s) Andrea?! Or is this name the wh*re-ideal?! Ok. Slapped $15 into her hand. Took her to Lafayette Hotel for a fuck. $5 for room. Ugh. She looked cuter dressed. Did my thing, fed her some cock and cum, moved on. The clubs are advantageous in the sense that the girls can wear a greater variety of clothing (thongs, swimsuits, lingerie, etc.), allowing you to see what you are buying beforehand. No surprises in terms of physical quality.

Monday

Bussing it to La Luna this afternoon. Need to find a new 18 year pussy to make a video with.

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[Freddy Scuttle]

I am a 50 year old Englishman who wants to visit Quito. I am nervous of doing so on my own as I speak no Spanish and will stand out like a sore thumb. Anyone Spanish speaking Gringo's there who would be able to guide me for a few days. Prepared to pick up some expences to compensate.

Thanks

[Louie OK]

Here are a few experiences, all included backdoor service (hee-hee).

Sorry though, I can't type much now.

[Asia Smiles]

Friky00 and Tungurahua, you guys rule! The vast amount of information is making my head spin. Problem has been finding a good map of the city to relate to all the places reported. Did download and print Friky00's map. Thanks Dude. Quick question, staying at the Quito Hilton, what is recommended for a quick 2 hr get away from my business associates and non-mongering friends.

[Tungurahua]

Wednesday

Bus. South Quito. Club 11-79 first. Stayed for a couple beers. One 7 is here but the hottie 7.5 I was scoping out the night previous is not here. Ugh, yet another freelancer that teases me and then disappears.

Jumped up to Madona Nightclub. The selection here, some four petites and others, are all past their primes. Can’t convince myself to invest. Over to Classico El Sud Del Marajha. As usual this place is a writeoff. Up to El Foco Azul. Found me a seat just as Michelle steps on stage and does a smoking hot striptease. Fuck she can move that petite body. Absolutely adore the way she walks in high heels, her entire body is arched with her ass enhanced. I have even seen the other girls in the bar stare at her body movements in envy.

12:10am. Exited Azul for a return to Club 11-79. Hmmm, still only the one 7. Waited till she was free and waved her over. Bridgette, 18, Santo Domingo. Slender, long legs, b-cup breasts, decently pretty face, hair in a bun. The 18 criteria is great to hear but she is just so reserved. I have been passing her by for weeks now. Sure she smiles and looks at me but there is no spark, no chemistry, no desire in her eyes. I remind myself I have to take more risks on some of these girls. Sooo, against all reservations I put up 650 pennies of venture capital on a high risk investment.

Once in the room she removes clothing below the waist, not above. I asked her to remove her top. Declined. Strike one. I asked if I could take a couple pictures of her. Declined. Strike two. She laid back on the bed. I asked for some mouth on cock action. Declined. Strike three. If the chica is hot enough I can do without all three items. Even being my first fuck of the day she was not THAT petite that I could bypass all three to jump straight into fucking.

She did manage to slip me inside for a couple minutes of cowgirl. It was really tame. Flipped her over to go to missionary. Nothing. I smiled, shook my head in disappointment and took to lying down beside her for the rest of the session. She asked what was wrong. To be nice to her, because she is a nice girl (just lame in bed), I sidestepped the question somewhat and half-truth told her I missed Samira.

She was well aware, as are a couple of the other chicas in the bar, of my four sessions with Sam, how much I love sexing with her (I literally sit in my seat waiting for the door to open and Samira to strut into the Club -- haha! One chica really gets a kick out of me doing this). Bridgette didn’t look too impressed, my lack of performance a glaring statement about her abilities, but fuck, give nothing get nothing. Dressed, smooched her on the cheek, thanked her (for nothing), exited the room and club to make my way home. After a big blowout the night previous perhaps a down day was due.

Bridgette is a lesson: I cannot force my cock to get hard over some of these chicas. I have passed them by, keep passing them by, for legitimate reasons that I need to heed. I would love to stick my dick into everything and get superior experiences from all, but being so well sexed these days I need to see and experience value before the blood flows. I can’t just look at a blank wall and be instantly ready to fuck. Four months ago, sure, but not today. Another noteworthy thing: in the past it used to be I didn’t give a shit about blowjobs, if a girl swallowed my pole or not. These days it is almost essential for me to continue into intercourse.

Thursday

Walked into the office of my hostel: where are my pants? The lady spoke a few sentences as I stood steel faced. Sensing trouble on the way she went to get her husband. On and on he went about sorry. Said someone might have strolled into the lobby and stole them from the front desk (while no one was present). Aren’t you responsible for other people’s property put in your care? Yes. Good. So let’s talk compensation.

Two weeks free room, a $70 value. Put it in writing. He did. Took the receipt. I got exactly what I was wanting previous to my visit. I would rather have my dress pants but at least he took the initiative to cover 70% of my loss.

La Luna complex. Coco Bongos. Nada. Knowing the guard of Son Cubano bar next door is a potential problem I took my camera by the handstrap, tied it to the inside collar tag of my jacket, hanging it down my back -- to hopefully sneak past the body pat. He wasn’t present, another guy was. No problem, entry granted.

Newbie Andrea has already skipped town. I knew she would be gone. These eight- and nine-teens are as unreliable to show as they are delicious, constantly disappearing into thin air.

A central tenet of my philosophy is to leave nothing undefined. In her absence I took to thought-extrapolation and consciously asked myself the question: will my like of 18 and 19 years take me into younger territory? Answer: no way. The idea of ‘barely legal’ is as far as I will push the bar. I will climb an active, exploding volcano but stop short of jumping into the crater. I have seen a couple examples of 14, 15, 16, 17 years around Gringolandia’s streets and I have passed them by. For when looking at jailbait all I see is a 6 foot 5 inch, 300 pound muscle-ripped male with a 12 inch cock making me his pussy. That is a road I do not care to travel.

To Caribes bar. I have always wanted more of Brixi. In the temporary absence of other hotties I figured it was time to say hello again.

Started out well. She walked into the bar with a smile for me. Waved her over, she came and sat. Gave her $7 and took her down for a third round in yet another darkened room. She is nowhere near as enthusiastic as she was the first time I met her. But I figured that is what I am here for, to work to restore some of that potential chemistry. $3 tip. Told her I would be wanting a second ficha in two hours and she nodded her head.

During intermission I had a flash of inspiration and furiously took pen to paper for the next three hours, completely absorbed in thought. During the course of the night, drifting between clients, she took note of this and came to take a look a few times at what I was up to. She was perking up energy wise towards me which I found nice. Could the old Brixi open herself up to me again?

Years ago, while weight training, the physical highs of such activity had an astonishing affect on my thinking process. For months the improvement in thinking and writing was obvious, my confidence soared as I strove to articulate such newfound physical elation and strength, me learning about the dynamic interplay between body and mind, hardware and software, two constructs of the same substance, an indivisible whole.

Here I am again many years later in the midst of the greatest female flesh pursuit / experiment of my life. I can feel the intellectual tension building in me once again, as it has many times in the past. Building, building in intensity, towards what I do not yet know.

Intellectually inspired and uplifted by writing I decided it was time to celebrate the event with Brixi. She didn’t grasp what was going on nor could I communicate it. It ended in disaster.

10:30pm. Before ascending upstairs I explicitly asked her for a room with more lighting. I asked her if she understood my request. She nodded yes. Up we go.

Of the dozen or so rooms, ten of them empty, she choose yet another dark hole. I can plainly see bright lights in five or six other rooms. I ask again. She refuses to change rooms.

I entered the cubicle. This is to be my celebration of enlightened self?! In this darkened hole?! I began to strip down but could not hold it in. Not a fucking chance. I blew my top, tearing her a new asshole. For this was the same dilutive Brixi as previous. I am of the same shit as her next shit client.

Told her exactly what I have typed on the forum. She was initially my favorite chica in south Quito, that she completely blew it during the attempted second ficha, devaluing me. And here she is doing it again when all I want to do is celebrate in her beautiful sex. Was the request of more light too much to ask?! How much she understood of this I do not know but she understood the tone well enough. She dressed. I dressed. I asked for my $3 in change. Got it. I told her she could exit the room and waved her out. She did. Within minutes she is back among the cubicles with a swaying, drunken ungodly client behind her.

Goodbye Brixi.

Caught a minibus for fifty cents to the South Bus Terminal in front of the CC Recreo. He dropped me off right at the entrance. Ran like hell for cover inside the Terminal lest I be seen by any taxi drivers. Caught the last 11pm bus for twenty five cents from the South Bus Terminal destined for the North Terminal, jumping off at 3 Star. Not yet ready for sleep, needing to dwell more on my writing for the day, needing another beer to leisurely sit back with. $2 entry.

The place is packed.

Holy fuck. I am destined to go mad with lust.

I see Lucy in one corner smiling at me. Andrea is over yonder. Vivian is across from me. A handful of other decent, fuckable petites are here. And who? … oh my fucking self. She has not seen me yet but I am staring at her in wonder. I have not seen her in months.

What the … ? Vivian comes over to her, grabs her and they walk to a couple clients. In the minutes to follow I see her repeating following Vivian around the bar. I am amazed. Vivian’s new best friend?

Mariela.

My 18 year jungle honey has returned.

Vivian obviously doesn’t know of my history with Mariela. Can this story get any more twisted? God I love 3 Star, even if it kills me.

Okay. Focus. Lucy is here. Implement the plan I had in mind for last Saturday. A triple ficha night.

She comes over to me. Small talk. With a list of pictures I want created in hand I made an outline for her: we are going to start with a double ficha. Thirty minutes. Ten minutes for photos, fifteen for fucking, five for snuggling. She nods in approval. $14. Up we go.

This is the first photo-specific session I have ever paid for. Lucy is just the perfect combination of looks. The ever so beautiful youthful face, full lips, freckles dotted over her nose, gorgeous long black hair, huge tits (for her size), extra slender, extra petite, beautiful smile, always willing to please. Professional (15 minutes), does not drink, does not smoke.

Ten minutes! Hahahaha! Fuuuck. I snapped pictures for thirty minutes! As usual where does the time go with this girl?! It is like I am transported into another realm where time is completely irrelevant for me. Unreal.

The pictures? Oh … my … fuck!! Unbelievable. She systematically went through my list with me, bringing every pose and position to life. Smiling for each snap. Not a single complaint or protest.

To my surprise I learned she did not recently have a breast operation. She is breast-feeding. Her breasts are super-huge and swollen with milk (giving me a demo). Seven month old baby. No longer with the father (who is in Manabi).

Upon the close of the first thirty minutes, pictures complete (for now) I still had not fucked her. Slid another seven dollars into her hands for a third ficha and fifteen minutes more. Wow, super swollen and turned on from the photo shoot (she had to wipe away the dripping pre-cum a couple times), it didn’t take me long to blow. I felt like I was thirteen again. Amazing I didn’t blow a load on the floor taking pics! lol.

We snuggled up to one another for the remaining minutes, dressed. I asked her the name of her baby. She told me. Handed her $5. It is for her baby, she says. I smile knowing it is.

Found a seat in the main bar to think some more. Ran out of paper, dammit. Sat back and people watched. Still amazed to see Mariela again. I think my mind was blown for the last hour trying to grasp the situation. Exited 3 Star at 2:48am, $2 taxi, ate, home, sleep.

Friday

I woke this morning, hand instantly grabbing for my camera. Oh wow. In minutes I am wet with lust. It took a great deal of restraint to not jack off to these pictures, lol, to wait for the real thing.

Tonight is Lucy night.

Lucy, Lucy and more Lucy.

I already have a few new ideas for today’s sessions. If successfully pulled off I think I am going to die a very happy man.

4:30pm. Time to get ready.

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[Im Not A Freak]

Good reports man, try not to heat things a lot, you dont know how a colombian woman may react.

I was today in 4033 Touch Me, and they got pretty good material, the best change I have seen, maybe not for Tung´s young pussy taste, but real nice, even I spotted Esmeraldas chica there.

[Tungurahua]

tuesday

the day starts with the lady in my hostel saying she has ‘misplaced’ a pair of my dress pants. i sternly told her they cost $100 a pair. i started taking off my jacket to personally tear her house apart. what? they just got up and walked away?! she protested, said she would look for them again and find them herself. she had better pull through in 24 hours. i have been waiting for my laundry for days now, all i get is delay.

i went to the net shop to type and stitch monday’s details together. two hours later the post was ready. i just about pressed “send” but then decided to read through it one more time. scrolled to the top of the page … the power goes out.

holy fuck. incandescent rocks and lava flew i tell you. i struggled, then contained, compartmentalized and re-channeled. i waited. thirty minutes later the power is back on. the internet shop’s network system reset itself. my ms word file is nowhere to be found. billy gates didn’t pull through for me. that’s the last billion i give him. fucker.

so by 2pm this day was already pretty fucking shitty. there was only one thing that would vent the volcanic pressure screaming to be released: i needed to spray it into new holes. preferably three of them.

bussed to la luna. coco bongos first. said to myself i need to start fucking more of these 6.5s and 7s. i initially passed over quiet-looking samira and look at the extreme value i found in her nakedness and blistering sex! so i identified a potential candidate. not the cutest face, a little more meaty than i like, nice plump ass though. i was in raging heat, needing to take someone down quick. my eyes must have easily reflected my thoughts. she was snapped up by another male. hmmmm, not much else. gabi is here but i want fresh pussy.

decided to see if i could gain entry to son cubanos. ah, excellent. that idiot guard who wanted my camera the previous visit is not here. in i go. beer. seat.

holy … fuck … who is that? she makes mariela look old! my jaw and tongue must have been on the floor. my heart thundering. my cock screaming out for this tiny chica in an orange mini and bikini top, high heels. i had to have her. now. waved my hands in the air till the chica she was talking to noticed and sent her over. i was trembling with anticipation.

andrea of quito, 18 precious years old. her first day on the job. that was enough said. out of my pocket comes a tenner. her face was not as cute as i wanted but her tininess is rarely matched. up she goes to the counter. to a room at the back of the bar. perfect.

half stripped down i told her to hold, can i take some pictures? sure. ah, i love these young ones. my flash is like a strobe light in the room. didn’t smile much, somewhat self conscious perhaps. but she let me snap anything i wanted.

no bj. doesn’t matter. missionary, legs bent at the knees exposing a beautiful sight between her tiny legs. i snapped pics like mad then slid into pink petal heaven. ahhh, delicious 18 year heat washing my cock. i knew even before i slid in this would be a double ficha, minimum.

i used the bounce on the bed to get some good initial penetration. pulled her titties out of her top. she didn’t give me much eye contact but who the fuck cares. it lets me ravage her body with my eyes without concern for what she thinks/sees. i jiggled her titties with my paws as i fed her inches.

doggie no problem. over she bent, arching her back for me. i am choking on my own lust here. oh my self. look at that sliding action, will you? those lovely petals being pulled out with each withdrawal.

i’m reaching under for titties with my left hand, taking snaps with my right, burying myself directly in the middle.

buried to the hilt, full stop, to paw her body, her back, ass, hips, legs, tender feet and toes. resume slow thrusts.

i think it was more tortuous to do the slow thrusting. i just wanted to lose my fucking mind in this 18-year-plus-one-day pussy.

back to missionary. legs over shoulders. oh my fucking god i am losing all sense of reason. i can’t take it anymore. put my cheek to hers, her tits pressed against my chest, deleriously, slowly squirted cum into her, feeling each squirt, continuing agonizingly delicious slow thrusts for a minute longer. $3 tip. she obviously expected nothing.

main room. two large beers. good porn. she left to eat, returned in perfect timing. i was intermittantly hard while watching the porn. i knew i was ready. i anxiously two fisted my cup and beer bottle to quickly finish. hit the pisser to drain the weasel, found a seat, waved her over, handed her the cash, walked her ass to the back of the bar.

the room ignited into a strobe light again. in missionary i love putting my face to the chica’s, forehead to forehead, cheek to cheek, temple to temple -- love the tenderness of the chica’s face to mine -– and i get to look down at the terrain in doing so, face to tits to stomach to pubic mound to thrusting cock to spread legs to thighs to feet, the landscaping of the soul, the beauty of form.

legs over shoulders is quickly becoming my second fave position. i love the visual. here i experimentally tried holding my camera out at an angle without being able to view the screen. snapped two decent shots. i am going to try to do more of these shots in future sessions.

in doggie i just grabbed her hips and/or planted my hands on her ass cheeks, gripping chunks of ass flesh, thrusting to my cock’s content. here i felt the first tingle of orgasm, slowed to minimize, then resumed speedy thrusts.

i love it when a chica has her back arched, legs spread wide, with her feet wrapped around my calves. fuck! there is something about that feet over calves skin contact that drives me wild. enhanced meshing, intertwined flesh? i furiously slammed away, hands positioned under her chest to feel the swaying of her tits, nipples brushing the back of my hands, smelling her hair, my eyes closed in concentration of the warm, soft flesh of (yet another!) 18 year young pussy.

i think the longer i monger the more i get addicted to 18-19 year old pussy. it is obviously becoming my ideal. those youthful hardbodies are just incredible, the personalities pliable. i can twist these younguns to whatever shape the cock commands. it is the perfection of simplistic carnal lust, the potential and energy of youth steeling the cock, the ecstasy of flesh uniting body and mind into an indivisible whole, the beautiful vampiricism of it all (all life, not just man, is vampiric, feeding off one another), the transfer of energy, flesh, fluid, matter, sex -- it all being different manifestations of the same thing.

whew!

for whatever reason she re-positioned to missionary. but this was not going to do. flipped back to doggie, then decided it was time. pushed her ass to the bed, planted a hand to the small of her back to minimize bounce and maximize sensation. with her eyes to the wall i let my face become savage, twisted, as i militantly increased my pace.

mind focused, concentrated, to the point of non-rational action taking over. if insanity is non-mind then call it an insane moment. for only the animal existed in those final seconds before orgasm, before i washed her insides with throbbing cock spurting wave after wave of fresh hot spunk.

again i continued thrusting, maximizing the 700 pennies that opens up heaven’s door.

the blood flooded back to my (top) head, a smile broke across my face. i started laughing as my left arm went numb (the right hand still pressed to the small of her back). fuck. i think i am in love with 18 year pussy. just when i think it can’t get any more intense it does.

perhaps this is a result of knowing my time in quito is now capped at 1.5 months. 1.5 months remain in a final push, knowing this is soon to end, that i am soon to return to the goddamned jungle, delayed months now by an accidental discovery of severe value that has expanded into mammoth proportion. a singular match that ignited a raging rocky mountain forest fire.

dazedly dressed, threw my coat over her to keep warm. washed. a few last pictures. put $3 into her paws, kissed her on the cheek, thanked her, exited the room, exited the bar.

caught a bus to condorito bar. began writing. even the ferocity of my pen is surprising me. spotted negrita carolina smiling at me. looked up a few minutes later to see her sitting the next table over, staring at me in fascination as i maniacally put thoughts to paper. she breaks into a super cute smile when we make eye contact.

with the table beside me exiting the bar she came over to sit, as usual instantly snuggling into my warmth. this simple innocent animal instinct to be warm just warms my heart to her. her head to my shoulder, chest, under my neck. smelling the musky scent of her chocolate skinned body. while snuggling into me she had the courtesy to stroke my cock over my pants to stiffness every other minute. yes, i was ready.

slapped 700 pennies into her hand and i fucked her to the big 3-o.

on the stairs to the rooms she already started posing for my camera. love these 18 year olds ! they are so willing to please !

into the last room of the hall. heeey, this one has a sweeping view of the fountains and overpass in front of the bar -- very cool ! you can fuck to flying water.

to pull off the big 3-o i knew i needed some cute ghetto pussy. carolina fit the bill, giggling away, smiles for her modeling poses, musky body scent filling my nostils.

the inspired thought of 18 year young ghetto pussy, quito fountains playing in the background, i flew over the edge yet again, another milky applause for the endorsement of ecuador. ahhhh, i exhaled in orgasm-drugged state, my second 18 year old pussy of the day.

i am living the dream.

big smiles for the $3 tip. love it! three bucks! -- the equivalent of two slurpees good!

as i pull open the club main door to exit she calls across the room to me. i look back to see her and another girl waving at me, big smiles. that’s right baby, spread the word of the big $3 tip so i can get energetic spread-service from some of the other fuckable chicas in this bar. spread it well so i can spread them well !

11pm. $2.50 taxi to el foco azul. i watch good blondie porn, drink beers, recharge. is a 4th down within reach?! i don’t know. i am pretty tired, yawning consistently.

over to club 11-76. there are two 7s here tonight that are fuck-worthy. which one is to be my fourth-quarter queen?

whoa! is that the 8.5 / 9 i saw do a striptease the other day who immediately left the bar after her dance? i think it is. is she putting herself up for sale? i think she is. but she is sooooo cool. no eye contact at all. totally unresponsive. hmmm. whereas one of the 7s, now a 7.5 upgrade, is giving me very nice sultry looks and smiles.

i purposefully didn’t drain the cock. it’s filled to bursting with [CodeWord140]. there are no more yawns now, i am sharp and ready. 1:32am up the stairs she goes with her man. i waited.

it was not meant to be. she did not come back down the stairs until 2:27am, in changed clothes, ready to go home. ** sigh **

home. sleep.

wednesday

made myself sleep in to 11am. sure glad i take the pictures because otherwise all this would seem like a dream. i love waking up, reaching for my camera first thing to study the night previous. after a half hour i have a cock dripping in anticipation to find fresh pink.

it is 5:45pm. i hit the south again tonight by 7:30pm. there are two fuckables in club 11-79, one of which i think i need to take down twice.

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[Tungurahua]

monday

bussed it out to the nameless casa on gualaquiza n62-44 y sabanilla for a second viewing. of the two 6.5s the one chica i saw a couple fridays ago was present. she is by far the smallest of the lot and cute (enough). once again she starts giving me fuck stares from across the room, curling her tongue around her lips. milena, 23, from the coast.

she was a decent $7 fuck.

in the room she allowed me only two snaps, one being a writeoff. as much as i tried for others she didn’t want any more taken. finally just threw the camera onto my clothes to get the show on the road. it is unfortunate i could not snap more because she was a lot more picturesque energetically sucking my cock than she was in posing, b-cup tits slowly evolving into sag, tummy mid-section starting to fill in with extra pounds.

she wanted to strap two condoms on my dick, who knows why. yet another chica who probably thinks hiv/aids originated in north america. (uh, no, we just happen to be the most informed and enlightened about it.) i passed on the second condom for the first half of the session -- at least while she gulped my pole.

i am impressed. she has a good little performance going: the narrowed eyes, the sl*t-sneer, flicking of the tongue, wrapping her lips around the side of my shaft, sliding from base to tip.

she put her titties around my cock but i needed some pussy now so i told her to climb aboard for a bit of cowgirl. she was not too good there, spun her into missionary. here i simply liked the visual. she held her legs out, bent at the knee, pussy spread wide open. deliberate slow strokes, enjoying the newfound wet heat around my cock.

she is giving me more fuck face, flicking her tongue around her lips, dripping honey-d words “mmmmm, poppi … deli … deli ….” hey! i love that reggaeton song! fucking a.

i ask her to flip over into doggie. she would not do it for some reason. she has by far the best little ass in the casa. no doggie. she returned to sucking my cock. okay, i am down with that. she has to control those upper set of teeth a bit more. a few scrapes makes the pole tender.

she asks for a second condom again. amused i smile, tell her to go ahead and she applies it with her mouth. enough! back to missionary, legs outstretched, tiny feet in my hands, watching my cock sink into her pink.

then i lean over and go to town, picking up the pace. i kept thrusting long after i had cum to stretch those 700 pennies into ever greater value. then she asks me something along the lines of “do i have all your milk, poppi?” i burst into laughter and wound down my thrusts. holy fuck that tickled my funnybone. i was still laughing as i dressed.

being pleasantly surprised at find a tiny-bodied performing pussy to drill in this shithole of a casa, i let her keep the $3 in change. it was all an act, the most simple of position, but hey, i would rather have the act and some eye contact, sexy tongue flicking and spread pussy than a “dead cattle.”

all in all a decent piece of ghetto pussy worth a singular session.

exited the casa lightheaded, a combination of alcohol buzz and post-orgasm high. made my way to café rojo to check out potentially new house dolls. dominique is present, being bought by the bigshot suits.

there is a guy i keep meeting around central and north quito, three or four times now. bit of a kling-on, keeps asking me for beers. it wasn’t until today i realized he is a sex-casa tout as he carries a stack of casa cards in his back pocket. he talked to an 8.5 for awhile as she gave him her name, cell phone number, etc., for business expansion purposes. thinking i could swap a beer for a browse through his (trading) cards he showed me the first card (blondys) then walked away. haha! tis okay, my stack of cards at home is bigger.

maybe next time i meet him i can carry a printed casa list (70) with me and ask to exchange information. i will advise him of my ‘internet amigos’ potentially using him as a future guide, get his name and contact info. (i will not say a single word about the isg forum, however, for all the girls of quito will know about their pictures within hours.) if any of you might be interested in a potential quito guide send me word. he is obviously a very street-savvy local. speaks spanish only though. for the most part i trust him. i just don’t see the value in buying him (i.e., a guy) beers when i am quite capable in satisfying my own dick.

the 8.5 chica, why don’t i fuck her? because for me only dominique is worth the $20 price tag. i’d pay $15 to fuck her, no more. the other chicas present are all worth significantly less than $20. many of them $10, some $7. yes, in my aggressive expansionist policy of quito café rojo no longer holds the same lustre it once did. still the best of the $20 casas, however, if only for dominique alone.

over to sex max. nada. due to their bad math i get my beer for $1. exited.

bussed it to south quito. passed on entry to bombomcito as the door guard said only one chica present. over to beilas beer. five chicas present, all sub-standard.

8:54pm. club 11-79. is she here? i wait for samira. no show. glad i snuck that seventh session in before she disappeared again!

el foco azul. michelle is here. as beautiful as she is i ask myself: why fuck her baby-bellied body when i can fuck fresh 18 year pink? $4.50 taxi to 3 star. security has no problem in letting me pass. $2. large beer.

the first chica i spot upon entry is vivian. within ten minutes kathy, one of viv’s friends, approaches me to make a passionate appeal on vivian’s behalf -- denied. no way am i returning to her sexless promise.

i spot andrea. yessenia. no lucy. i think for a moment that vivian probably had lucy executed by some columbians. but also think lucy can make enough cash in three weeks to take three months off in luxury vacation. i sigh and accept the reality that yet another peak period -- of samira and lucy -- like mariela and kathy before them -- is now settling into a gradual decline and withdrawal. i must redefine my expections.

i have a thought and smile. what if i did the unexpected and slapped $7 into vivian’s hands? the thought of it is amusing for a moment but i wisely delay to consider the potential ramifications.

12:26am. i get to see vivian’s first live ficha in the making. i scrunch my face as she walks quasimoto up the stairs to her pussy. kathy tries to divert my attention so i don’t see. fat chance! i want her to know i am watching her fuck other guys.

hell, i even turn around to time her return. i am stunned at the sheer efficiency of the transaction: six minutes! (he must have blown in her mouth.) eyes open wide i say aloud: “wow! six minutes! vivian sexes magnificiently!” both yessenia and kathy explode into laugher. yessenia cries she is laughing so hard. even viv, who is now standing off to the side of the table, is suppressing a laugh.

this clears the tension between all of us. as i am taking a leak upstairs kathy jumps on me as soon as i am done, pushes me into a sideroom (girl’s toilet) to talk to vivian. i can’t remember what kicked the conversation off but after a couple minutes she asks me why i sent her that final email titled “goodbye vivian.” huh? what she says next shocks me.

some four to five weeks ago i had introduced her to the potential of email and the internet as a good way to stay in touch with me upon my departure from ecuador. she immediately took to it and set up communications with her sister in columbia.

my final email was an explicit condemnation, typed in spanish, calculating how many guys she slept with per week (she once told me her historical savings record), then damned her because she would not allow me the freedom to see other girls. i share her, she shares me. no more. adios.

well fuck i didn’t expect her to give out her email password to her sister. it hit me like a mack truck. i sat down and took a deep breath, quickly grasping the consequences. i was truly sorry and said so.

then i called her an idiot for giving out her password. “but it is my sister!” she exclaimed. i replied “i don’t give a shit if it is your sister, mother, brother, friend, or your stupid god -- email is private!” she obviously did not understand the potentials.

fuck me. her sister in columbia no longer wants anything to do with her. viv’s kids cannot go visit. she has been excommunicated. the rest of her family, including her mother, is of little consequence as she angrily left them at age 15 upon the passing away of her father.

it was a sobering moment. i am surprised, in retrospect, she was not more upset in telling me. i am also surprised we talked so easily into other things after that.

i spoke about the taxi driver episode by blondys / noches de paris. it was her turn to call me stupid now, adding how dangerous the two clubs are, the area, she being attacked by one of the girls there in the past.

the ugly/beautiful conflict. as evidence of her beauty i said “look. you polished off this guy in six minutes flat. he obviously thinks you are gorgeous -- just as i do.” she denies this. then mentions i kept repeatedly asking for “two minutes more” that night she listened to me and lucy fucking.

i brought up her explosive temper. she said i had the explosive temper, not her, comparing me to tungurahua (me thinking “!!!”). i sat back, nodded, and said we were similar in this regard. she agreed.

in this calmed, reflective atmosphere she repeatedly tried to slide her foot in the door of my mind. “let’s go have a beer” and “buy me a shwarma,” the latter implying i taxi her to gringolandia for the night. she adds “when you return to ecuador in 2007 i will be beautiful again (after an operation) and there will be no more problems.” i laughed with her and ask, “who said i was returning in 2007 ?!” as beautiful as i think she is, as momentarily tempted as i was, i kept the door closed.

stood up from my seat, said let’s go, descended the stairs to the club’s main room. again: one beer? one shwarma? no. i wished her a goodnight and left 3 star. $2 taxi. ate. home. slept.

as a last note, strangely enough during the course of two solo conversations, both kathy and vivian called yessenia bad. i initially asked kathy why. kathy, who favors my (continued) relationship with viv, says that yessenia likes me and wants me for herself. huh?! then when alone with vivian i said yessenia is no problem to me, that kathy bugs me incessantly to talk to her (vivian). viv shoots back “because yessenia likes you!”

hmmm. the plot thickens my friends.

editor's note: i certainly hope that the author or somebody else will post a link to this report in the reports of distinction thread. please click here for directions for posting a link to a specific report.