Quito

[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.

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[Louie OK]

attention isg mongerers coming to quito soon:

can somebody please buy me some good non-oil based lubricant from a sex shop abroad; i´ll tell you why below.

i will promise to pay you for it and will buy you some "affordable" pussy or whatever.

i think i'm looking for a silicone based product, but the sex shop workers should probably know which are the popular items and why.

i'll get some k-y lube in the meantime (hope that i can at least find some of that around quito's farmacias).

okay, here's some of my latest experiences:

please forgive me for forgetting to ask or remember their these ladie's ages. i do know that the oldest one so far was 26. i'm starting to make some notes now as i move along.

monday, i didn't start the prowl until early evening after overpaying for a dinner ($3, yikes! i've been getting used to the ecuadoran-middle eastern version of a taco or burrito called a shawerma for a $1 to $1.50. this is fresh fast food made with chicken and veggie condiments). anyhows, the food helped prep me for boozing a little and some you-know-what. so about 7pm, i went to cheers since i was close by. last friday, i thought i had been there, but instead was in the disco downstairs. well, this time i went upstairs to find the real place spoken of here at isg. the ratio of ladies to wieners was like 5 to 15 (or 1 to 3) and most scantily dressed. all were do-able (by my currently pathetic standards); probably the best being a 7. i'm not refined enough to judge half points yet (6.5, 7.5, etc ;-). actually though, i should say that i was impressed with one of the girls mid section; i could swear that her abdominal region was muscularly rippled ! (i've never made it before with a body builder -- a good reason to return??) i watched some of the porn, reviewed the chickies from afar, then i finished my beer. i would go to explore some more knowing that i was armed with a marked mapped and a printout out of a modified list from tung's #417 post (his latest ?).

next closest i knew off was down the block to versalles st to find the techo rojo. i found it easy enough from the discriptions given here, but was a little spooked at first. it was night without much foot traffic about and the door being open was very dark inside which i needed to wait until my eyes adjusted from the brighter street lighting. after a few seconds, i think i saw red lighting further back and figured i was at the right place. i saw the ficha pricing on the wall upon entering -- 7 or 8 $ (i forgot, but i remember what "my" list stated). nobody was guarding the door but i saw a guy doing something behind the bar and i saw two chicas together smiling, giggling, and gesturing at me and no other wieners. great, i beelined to the pretty decent looking damas. i figured i still had to pay something to enter but hadn't anything smaller than a twenty which i had in my hand. i think the one chica saw it because i asked her how much for some action to which she replied "twenty" ! i kind of did this to test the water a little to see if game playing &/or upselling was common. it was posted outside as otherwise, right ? well, i think the "bartender" was gesturing to me to pay up something to which i asked again, this time to him -- how much for some pussy ? his reply ? twenty. thank you but no. some other time maybe but i´m leaving. hmmmm, so whatcha think of that shit ? i guess i can't blame them for trying, but they lost a customer in the process.

onward from there was to find the $8 joint called night club sala vip (your green door place). hey, no problem finding it after walking the long way around (via 10 de agosto) instead of just going straight down versalles. paid as i went in, got my beer, smiled a little at the girls as i went to sit down, scoped out the place (can't recall if there was porno there, but i think there probably was). not many guys there, but still more than there were chicas (6:5 plus a buncha "staff"). most the girls seemed occupied in the kitchen, but the prettiest one i thought was karen from guayaquil who i think probably rated about a 7 to 7.5 :-0. after paying $10 and not 8 (what gives ??), i follow her to a sliding black glass door (weird !) and went into this dark little room. i was kind of startled to find out that the room wasn't lighted. what ? shit, that might clearly have affected my decision to pay for this. i damn well want to see everything because i, like most us hetero guys tend to be visually stimulated for sex (am i right ?). anyways, i wasn't about to raise a big stink because i too am becoming mission oriented and she still feels, smells, and look(-ed) good, and was only $10, etc. and i did it -- nothing fantastic, but certainly not a dead fuck either.

tuesday (yesterday), mid-day around 3pm:

if i was to monger some more, i wanted to be sure that i had money and that that money was in small enough bills to not have to wave around if the situation merited it. i went to pinchincha (spelling ?) bank for a hundred worth of smaller bills. a cutie banker helped send me to other banks by bus further north on amazonas from gringoland to the carolina park area. after taking care of that business, i already knew i was in walking distance to some unvisited wick dipping establishments up along 10 de agosto. i also wanted to get there before my unproven theory that an after work crowd might prove correct.

kahlua i checked out between 4 & 5pm. the place seemed pretty decent with not too many dicks and enough attractive ladies. i decided to begin choosing to drink rum from then on in which the first one was filled to at least half a small glass (better than a shot, i think). i walked to the back area of porno section where i could watch that and the two cute chicas on the seats in between giggling, smiling, etc. the one laying down was named isabel from costa (or something like that near the sea) and she had beautiful hips stuffed in tight jeans. i went and sat between both girls and within a few minutes headed off with juicy booty in the jeans. the tiny room had it's bathroom (good), but the sheets seemed grimey to which isabel agreed. she wasn't slim nor chunky, but had a beautiful and fully proportioned young body will with perfect skin and face. she hadn't any children either which surprises me some. she sucked me good and hard while i caressed her body, booty, and crouch until my semen started to ooze out. i used some of that natural lube and some saliva on her asshole and easily but gently slide my finger inside, eventually all the way wishing it was my cock. while fucking, we actually did some french kissing which was kind of nice. an almost gfe in less han 30 minutes (i haven't been timing things as i do in tijuana). after busting my nut, i wasn't going to hang around as there were other places in the area founded by others but not by me yet.

well, i'm headed back in the direction of cristobel colon st. not needing more pussy yet but still wanting to know whatelse is out there. i knew i was near vip 3 star and of course, found it and went in. paid the fee, got my rum, smiled at the women, etc. fairly impressive setup and girls. pamela, a dark black girl with braided hair came to talk a little as i was standing scoping things out. i went to sit by myself not really needing any action. didn't talk to any other girls but saw lots of cuties better than pamela, including another lighter skinned, and very sleek felined black girl who i want to check out more closely. i hadn't planned to do anything, but pamela was checking me out from a distance while with another customer and smiling, smiling, smiling. being polite, of course i smiled back. a few minutes later, she comes over and sits next to me while a number her prettier co-workers kept coming by with chitchat stuff. somehow pamela let me know her butt was available to me at no extra cost. i started to twitch since i had down black ass for many years. i asked her if she had any lubricant which she said yes. okay, so we went to the room but i had to [CodeWord140] first. she said i had to back down the stairs. while pissing in the urinal which is kind of in the open, she could see me from halfway down the stairs to which i gestured with my hands that i've a two-foot long salami. she laughed, dudes next to her laughed, she comes down to where i'm at and opens a bathroom door behind me. she asked me if i want to continue pissing in private with her to which i happily obliged. so when i finished pissing in the toilet, it was her turn. while my semi-flacid pecker is still out and she is squatting to [CodeWord140] but not sit on the [CodeWord109] soaked seat, the vicinity was just too close. i moved my dick to her lips which she proceeds to lick and then suck as she pissed and wiped herself.

alright, so we need to continue this stuff back upstairs. oh man ! she eagerly sucked me, licked and sucked my balls and even flicked her tongue in my ass while i fingered her. same as with isabel an hour ealier, i lubed the ebony woman's asshole with my semen and saliva. she acted like loved it. when i was about to enter her vagina, she sprayed my dong with some kind of lube. so i'm doing her half standing up and she puts herself almost on her shoulders and her feet over mine. wow, what a performance ! my main mission though was to sample her nice black ass. while in that same position, i pulled out with condom intact and proceeded to spray more of her "lubricant" on our affected areas. my prick gets to go all the way in her ass within almost time at her urging. she was really enjoying my buttfucking her ! jesus ! after doing her in this odd missionary position, it was time for some futbucking puppy style, right ? all is cool so i thought as i grunted to climax. as i pulled out, i find i've a very clean pecker -- cleaned of the damn condom that was supposed to be between us. well, we both assured each other that we were healthy. but as you can see my fellow mongerers why my call to attention all to please, please, please bring me some good pornolandia lubricant if you're gonna come this way. i can almost promise you that pamela would appreciate it also.

bobisee

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[Dirty Willy]

A day without a report from Tunghura?

I hope the taxi driver didn't find him and break his fingers!

[Tungurahua]

sunday

on the bus to north quito by 2pm. walking up the street towards club alondras i notice several guys passed out on the sidewalk. hmmmm, the boys in the hood sure get destroyed on the weekends. i see more street wreckage in quito on sundays than any other day of the week. this being my second sunday visit to alondras the pattern is again repeated. really, really drunk guys. this time around, unfortunately, there were no chicas to compensate for the increase in male volatility.

two punks approached me to be my friend. i rolled my eyes and thought “here we go again.” i am sitting right in front of the speakers in the back of the bar. they are yelling into my ear. i am yelling back. after twenty minutes of this my throat is raw answering the same goddamned questions over and over and over again. they are crowded up against me (right up against me), swaying drunk, hammered beyond reason. fuuuuck. finally, after telling them multiple times no more talking, i got pissed off, excused myself to go to the bathroom and walked out.

ducked next door to marquis de sade ii for a beer. definitely a better crowd hangs in this bar. and the bar itself is much nicer. alondras, truthfully, is a shithole. with my peace restored i relaxed and scoped out the chicas. still not much to choose from. i eyed a baby-faced fattie with huge tits for a while.

on saturday i made the mistake of leaving 3 star without a second orgasm, gambling on la fragata to come through. as a result i was more than ready to take down a couple chicas on sunday. but ugh, i just can’t bring myself to screw less than 6.5s. sure when i am smashed out of my skull it occasionally slips by but the norm is carved in stone otherwise.

one freelancer i temporarily eyed in alondras (before i lost sight of her) came up to me here. not bad. tall, slender, long dark hair past her ass. introduces herself. she doesn’t work in the club. invites me to a hotel up the street. she is with two other girls and a guy. hmmm, my spider-sense is lightly tingling. this just doesn’t feel right. and i kind of like the ‘security,’ the set patterned-price and fuckrooms of the clubs. i cut her loose. they exited the bar.

after my beer, tired of the same poorly lit/filmed spain-ish porn loop they had going (europe may control 45% of world exports but their porn is pathetic), i too exited and carefully re-entered alondras. the two punks are gone. hmmmm, there is a newbie here. i wait till she gets up and walks around. kind of a large-r ass, but decent face, long black hair to her ass, so-so otherwise. but i am still struggling. is she a 6 or a 6.5? a table monopolized her for the final thirty minutes of my beer. with another punk trying to strike up an intellectual conversation with me, exhausted over the futile struggle of “6 or 6.5?” i again exited alondras. jumped a bus back to amazonas.

took a stroll around amazonas for potential streetwalker action. a couple spins around reveals only the ‘hot’ ladyboy of saturday night. naw. i’d rather have the real thing for $7 than a cock flapping around in my face for $20.

it came to me in club alondras that i should be taking advantage of all these chica phone numbers i have uselessly lying around in my room. little alexandra, who i was hoping would be out and about today, would probably be pretty happy to spend the day with me. instead of me sifting through the scraps of these ghetto bars wondering if a chica is a 6 or a 6.5. still, i did find alexandra here so it is not all that bad.

chalk up another boring as fuck day. it being sunday it is forgivable. what to do next? hmmm.


other south american countries

with only 1.5 months remaining on my ecuadorian extension i decided to get a better feel for what is ‘out there’ in the other countries of south america. starting with pictures.

in a few hours i had finished the picture boards of bolivia, chile, columbia, french guiana, guyana, paraguay, suriname, uruguay, and venezuela. i am currently making my way through brazil, then onto argentina and peru.

my thoughts? first of all i want to say i post my pictures on the quito board simply to allow the freeflow of story without having to jump back and forth between boards to see the girls i am sexing. i think it makes for good reading / viewing. because i do find it frustrating on other boards to flip through so many posts to find pictures, before departing quito i am going to do two things:

(1) do a massive singular post linking all pictures i have stapled to the quito board in the photo gallery of ecuador, thereby making the photos to be found easier.

(2) i will do a similar large post in the reports of distinction board to summarize my quito action over 4-5 months. i do not do this now simply because, with 1.5 months remaining in the adventure, the ‘story’ is not yet complete.

with a greater overview of what is ‘out there’ in south america i now better understand some of the appreciative comments sent to me, both public and private. jesus christ, the value in posting and pictures on some of these other boards is seriously lacking.

fragmentive, rep001tered information in the reporting. no pricing attached to the photos or where these girls can be found (at the time). the pictures: many of the faces of the girls are blanked out, faces missing altogether with fragmentive body shots. dozens of useless beach, club and street photographs. kid gloves off: photos of fucking ugly, overweight, aged chicas with dumpy asses and sagging tits. many of the pictures have very poor lighting / flash, or they are blurry, or they are just bad angles, poor photography.

of course there are exceptions. of the 1700 plus photos displayed on the columbian board there are some absolutely dynamite looking women for some damn good pricing -- dollar equivalent to or slightly higher than ecuador value on an hourly basis.

probably my favorite two photos (to date) on the isg forum are found on the columbian board, post 459 (page 49). holy fuck is that beautiful. other nice pictures are found in posts 14, 466 (exquisite), 481-82-83 (hot!), 611 (last photo is nice), 684 (first two pics are nice), and post 747 is one of the hottest babes i have glimpsed on the loco-lumbia boards. whew. i would pay some cash to hump that honey!

then i come across posts like “this chick was snuffed out last week by mafia” and the same old columbian retardedness comes to the forefront. i passed on entry to cambodia in se asia for the same reasons: people waving guns in my face for their amusement is not appreciated. there is very little in columbia on a biological and/or physical landscaping basis that screams out at me to see it (that i cannot see equivalents of in other countries of s.a.). the only reason i have ever heard as an alternative to cross its border is the “great chicas.”

well fuck, hiding out in a mansion to penetrate pussy while columbia carves itself up is not my definition of fun. yes, yes, i know it is getting better there. yes, yes, i have met many a backpacker who has had absolutely no trouble in their one to two months of touring there (however they are not mongering at night). yes, yes i know the eastern jungle is on a completely different scale of safety than the west/center. yes, yes, columbians are often said to be the most hospitable people in south america. hell, i say the same thing about my month in iran many years ago (when i was a lot younger), yet that place on a world scale is the definition of fucked up. no, i am not going to columbia to lock myself up in a mansion to fuck pussy.

to my surprise the columbian boards in the beginning were quite good. but the ‘ass clowns’ (love that description by ezinho) who love to consistently overpay, post uselessly (diluting content value) and generally cause trouble (telling the girls their pictures are on the internet?!) seem to be ruining the experience for everyone.

continuing on, again to my surprise is the lack of photos in the venezuela section, 129 in total. having heard how amazing the women are in ven from multiple men the board is a visual vacuum. i expected a lot more.

bolivia, with its five photos, i don’t even need to comment. chile is another surprise. i expected way more from chile. as well as my like of young ecuadorian hunnies i am a fan of gothic, white-skinned skinny-deathly-vampiric-looking pussy. fotolog.com, a non-porn, non-nude site has me drooling in expecting of hitting chile and other countries in the south for this reason (non-pro action). isg? thirteen photo examples.

french guiana: nothing. guyana: nothing. suriname: two photos. uruguay: nineteen photos. at this point, still yet to work my way through brazil, argentina and peru, the most attractive destination for me appears to be paraguay with its 53 photos. the prices seem very nice here. i know asuncion and paraguay are boring as fuck for other interesting things to do, but it may make for an interesting stopover for a couple weeks to scope out the pussies. poster happygolucky has some example chicas on the asuncion board for good prices that i would pay to fuck.

brazil. at least there are shitloads of picture examples. however, most of it does not appeal to me. does brazil have a law the girls can’t wh*re under the age of 30 or something? the examples of young (18-21), cute, petite chicas are practically non-existent. of the 2006 picture gallery, with its 578 photos, posts 387, 303/04 and 260 stand out. of the 2005 picture board, with its 795 photos (i am still sorting through), posts 728/695, 672, 510/511 stand out.

all in all, from what i have seen exampled to date, i am going to continue to fuck my brains out in quito in the time remaining to me. before i am pushed out of ecuador’s borders and back into the amazon jungle.


monday

1pm. time to go scouting in central’s casas before i shift over to the south’s nightclubs. it has been awhile since i hit some of these places. surely there is one hot newbie i can spread, no?

here goes.

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.