Medellin Reports

[QUOTE=YippieKayay;1997917]True story, when I was in Medellin back in November, one street walker demanded 200 USD. I told her I was Canadian and didn't own any US dollars. I swear that threw her for a loop and she took a whole minute to come up with a reponse. "Vale, tres centios" or OK, 300 k. Hahaha. So I guess Canadians get a 50% discount! I'll never forget the look on her face.[/QUOTE]That is bad-ass bro! Hahaha.

I'm going to have to use that one, only I would say I am actually Gambian or some shit, lmao!

[QUOTE=IguanaSix;1998002]I, too, have Claro. I don't mind their messages. My minutes had been lasting for 90 days, but my November minutes were expired last week, so I am not sure if they did at the 60 day or 90 day mark. But, when a dollar's worth of recharging gets you so many minutes, who cares?

[/QUOTE]I PM'd Funluvr about this but maybe it's better to talk about it here. I have Movil and it's not much different. The number is good for 6 months and the minutes not more than 90 days.

Here's what I do. I buy the minimum number of minutes for a week and recharge additional days for a few thousand pesos as needed. I forgot how many but it's not much, and I get free Whatsapp + facebook. No idea what the free facebook data is because I hate the app and use my browser for facebook. I'm assuming it means facebook messenger which I rarely use. This has the following advantages:

* You keep your North American number as your Whatsapp number. Whatsapp won't try to reauthenticate your number since it does not detect a new sim. It just sees the data.

* Whatsapp is all you need for 99% of your communication, and if a chica only accepts texts and voice then she's an idiot.

* When you're back home you put in your local sim and the chicas continue communicating with you.

My only problem is wanting more data. I usually burn through the 300 mb checking news, and google maps. I understand it's possible to call in and have your minutes converted to data but it's a hassle I haven't tried yet. Would be nice if I could do it online.

[QUOTE=IguanaSix;1997637]

My wingman is like a man who discovers a buffet, walks past the lobster, refuses to taste the crepes, ignores the steak, is befuddled by the caviar, but piles tater tots on his plate. Like Eddie Murphy's starving man eating a cracker, he insists they must be Ritz, and not plain old Saltines. Wingman keeps driving from his home to other side of town to go to the buffet restaurant and eat their tater tots.

He met her a year ago, when I asked a long time friend-with-benefit chica to bring along a friend for him. Moonfaced, short and dumpy, but with big eyes, big eyebrows, and rack that is (thankfully) bigger than her spare tire, she comes with the usual barrio girl accessories: a child whose father who provides occasional child support, and a room in her grandmother's house. After an unsuccessful coupling, a trip to the zoo, and a successful coupling in a love motel, all done with conversations translated by his smart phone, she somehow she triggered his mutant powers. He became a super hero, and in his secret identity of Captain Save-a-ho, he has gone the full Pygmalion route, giving her a stipend, paying to fix her roof, and sending her to trade school to learn a profession. I'd get snarky, but most of us have made that same mistakes when we start out in the hobby, whether it was turning into the "United Prepago College Fund," or the one-itiss part, or the tater tot fixation.
[/QUOTE]I had a good laugh at this but also felt a little respect. The girl probably has the shittiest life ever being unmarried, living with her grandmother, and everyone around her likely knows she's a prepago. So it's nice what he's doing. I just hope she takes this opportunity to better herself and give her child a better life.

[QUOTE=IguanaSix;1997682]I felt sufficiently recovered from the previous week's SJO trip to up my pace to two pops a day. I woke up early and made my way to New Life. It was 11:36 when I got through the security barrier.

New Life raised their prices slightly (80 k for an hour, 65 k for 45 minutes, 50 k for 30 minutes, and 40 k for those amazing guys who can get the job done in 15 minutes). The extra money went into creating new rooms on a third floor and a floor beneath the main one. A new ceiling, tastefully sexy large prints on the walls, and an improved waiting area really spruces the place up. I looked forward to seeing the rooms.

NL's line up always have something for everyone. Young and MILFY, white and black, natural and enhanced, short and tall, slim and thick, flat and curvy, exotic girls and girls that look like they should be operating the French Fry machine in a Dairy Queen in Cobden, Ottawa Province, Canada. I spent a few minutes sitting for introductions. I looked forward to picking up with the bleach blond MILF* with whom I shared great chemistry and highly affectionate bbbjs, but she was not there and would not answer my calls during the next two days after the first one where she answered but told me to call back 30 minutes later.

I chose Elisa. At about 5'4", she had a nice rack, and a very patrician face. She was dressed plainly but her facial features were those of a someone used to giving orders, like a high school teacher or a shop floor supervisor. Although Melany and Sophia were available, and I recalled having a great time with both, Elisa's haughtiness teased me. I went up to the smaller waiting room, sat down and when she came out again for another set of introductions, I had her sit down for an interview. Use a female condom? Check. DFK? No. Oral? Yes.

She passed, and she got us one of the new rooms in the hall leading back from the ticket office. 202? 212? Not sure. Anyway, it was clean, functional, well lit, new, and had a strategically placed fan, a clock, and best of all a strategically placed wall mirror. The bed was built into the wall, so no annoying squeaks or headboard bumping. However, the shower required either a contortionist or a smaller person to get into an out of with ease. When w got done with our showers, it was about 11:45.

Taking off her clothes, Elisa seemed to gain about 5-7 kilos, all around her middle, as well as a jaded civil servant attitude. No DFK turned, to no real kissing. No attempt at foreplay and no DATY meant this would be a short session, so I decided to focus on her great natural rack, curvy butt, and rubber smooth skin and finish up in time for the 30 minute rate. Then she dropped the bomb: no BBBJ, only CBJ! Wish I had remembered to ask during the interview, but I've never gotten a CBJ at NL before. I relented, positioned myself head towards the bottom of the bed, were I could watch her work in the 5'x5' wall mirror directly across from the bed, and let her work the condom onto me, which was a bit of a challenge. She did a good job, and she got aggressive in her technique, knowing the condom would protect me from her teeth. I let her do that for 10-12 minutes, watched her in the mirror, held her hair up with one hand, while alternating between fondling her soft-ball sized breasts and her basketball sized ass.

Figuring that I was as hard as I was going to get, I asked her to take the condom off on and hop on. That is when she really warmed up, bouncing up and down with real abandon, sometimes sitting right up, sometimes leaning down so our chests met. That's when she allowed some real kisses. It's not my favorite position, and some really excited riders can actually turn it into a painful position, so we switched to mish, then doggy, then scissors. In scissors, it was fun to watch her golden brown breasts quiver like custard flan on the deck of ship in rough seas. When I finished up in spoons, the mirror allowed me to look over her shoulder, and watch her facial expressions, her swaying breasts, and my dick sliding in and out of her snatch.

I came, and as I got up to shower first, she told me to lay back on the bed and relax, not for some post coitus cuddling, but so she could go in first. And take a good long time. It was 12:15 when we got out. This was significant because when it came time to pay, she told the box office it was 45 minutes. I asked her about it. At first she said that we went into the room at 11:30, but when I told her I had even gotten inside the building until 11:36, then sat for selection, then got a soft drink, then waited for her to come out, so it was closer to 11:45 when we got inside, she switched to the rationale that we left the room at 12:16 when we go out, so one minute over bumps up 30 minutes to 45 minutes. I stopped arguing. It was just 15 k /$5 more. So I just chalked it up to an enforced propina / tip. And made a point to remember.

I put it into perspective. Cab from Poblado to El Centro: 9 k COP. A session in one of the new rooms and a soft drink: 67 COP. Cabfare back: 9 k COP. A nice lunch in local caf down town: 10 k cop. All in all, a mostly nice session with a 7 before midday for a little over a dollar a minute: priceless.

I like to hang out in the waiting room afterwards and enjoy my afterglow. That's when I guy a met on the plane ride down came in with his buddies. They got put into one of the side booth-like waiting rooms, and we got acquainted while chicas filed in one by one. One or two of them pulled, so we got acquainted. They were staying in the mansion, and were a mix of Medellin first timers and veterans. They had hired a driver to show them around, and when they left they followed the driver to Turcos Paradise.

I had gotten business cards from their touts downtown when they made the changeover, but had never been since they did the make over. It was a place I had been to earlier, just a few blocks from NL. We were allowed in, walked past a bar, and put into a waiting room. After a dispensing of drinks and 10 minutes, presentations were made. The stable of Turcos Paradise was smaller and more uniform than NL's. I counted a half dozen girls, but they were an average of 5 years younger, 5-10 kilos lighter, and were all in the "pretty" range. There was one flat / skinny girl, one curvy girl, and the rest were in-between. Prices were 40 k cop for half, 75 k cop for an hour. Two guys pulled while the rest of us waited. They came back pleased.

Afterwards, the driver took us a lunch spot, one a little fancier than the usual lunch break destinations for workers in the area, but not bad. Heading back to Poblado the driver avoided the main avenue and took the expressway. That is usually a wise move, but on that afternoon, it was a stop and go affair, caused by two lanes lost to a repair crew at the beginning, and a traffic accident requiring an ambulance at the end. We had time to discuss evening plans, find out that others had experienced / heard of Yamile's stinky crotch (or is it her butt?) in mid session, and take a detour over the bridge that separates Poblado's strata 5 neighborhood for its strata 3 neighborhood on the immediate other side of the valley.

The day before, I met Mike / Patrick /"Jonesie" from another monger website. He was hosting a Calle 8 party on the evening before Super Bowl Sunday, in order not to conflict with the Sunday party at the mansion, and I let my knew confederates know about it. $100 k would get you access to a roof top party with open bar and pizzas from the restaurant downstairs. Also, at least 200 chicas were invited. The last party was Halloween, and about 70 guys showed up and almost 95 chicas showed up.

That night, I had gotten no positive responses from the previous two nights phone calls and FB messages. I still wanted to get back on a two pop a day schedule. Fortunately, while monitoring FB, Bunda Man let me know he was coming in that night. He was up for either Gusto's or Fase II, in an attempt to find a candidate for a 3-way acceptable to his favorita. I seconded Fase II, not having been there in almost 9 years, but having more recent experience with Gusto's overpriced night club overlooking Parque Lleras, which at best, was a venue for 30+ year old local women to have a mid-life crisis by trying their hand at being a high end escort to gullible Eurotrash tourists and trust fund babies.

I got to Fase II a half hour earlier than Bunda Man and his date. When you drive down the main drag, you pass by a big shopping mall (El Premio?) with a huge salley port in the middle, through which the corner of the block behind the mall and Fase II's huge sign is visible. The club lay out had not changed, but the old tunnel to the cabins next door was gone, so if you did pull, your choice would have to get dressed and join you for the walk of shame to the next door warehouse. Something that had changed was that in addition to the dancers, the were almost a dozen "hostesses" who were fully clothed, did not dance, but were available for trips to the cabin. Oh, and cabin rentals had gone up a few months ago from 180 k cop to 190 cop. There were sofas near the entrances, and those would be taken up by drunks who passed out, sometimes carried to them by bouncers. I met a particularly friendly drunk when I went to use the urinals only partially walled off from the rest of the club. The lout got all friendly after we both finished pissing, introducing himself and shaking my hand. I made sure to wash that hand extra good, and later he was passed out on one of the couches.

I stood towards the entrance to the bar, watched one dance routine end, and then another dancer took to the stage. I experienced something that I had never experienced before: I was impressed and mesmerized by a stripper. It was like the scene where the main character in a Sin City movie sees Jessica Alba dance. In fact, this one reminded me of Devon Aoki the half-Japanese actress, who plays Miho, the Sin City universe small, nimble and lethal ninja. She wasn't Asian, but had exotic features and an apple shaped face, the kind that David Cockrum gave so many of his female characters during his run as the artist for the X-men in the 1970's. So, I had a serious mix of yellow fever and latin fever going on, but not the kind where you have to settle for a Filipina. Long, long her to her tiny waste. Her costumes were sexy, but tasteful and not slutty, even as she was shedding clothing with each song. And her dance moves! Three dimensional and amazingly limber, incredibly daring, and exploiting all the vertical possibilities that Fase II dance floor lattice work of poles and piles provide.

I decided right there, I was going to do something I haven't done since the Clinton administration. I was going to tip her. And I was going to see if she would join me in a cabin. Some of the dancers immediately come of the stage and work the room wearing whatever they were down to at the end of their dance. Miho went made a detour to the dressing room, came out in a two piece outfit that was skimpy but allowed many locations for tippers to festoon tips, as well a stack of bills for those who wanted to make change for small bills. Standing towards the entrance, she came to me first. I got her name, put a tip in the string of her dental floss bikini, asked her if she wanted some cabin time, and she confirmed she would look for me after she worked the room with a hug and a enthusiastic kiss.

I watched her work the room, and knew it would be at least a half hour or more before she made the circuit and that her dental floss bikini would sag under the weight of the tips. She did it much better than the other dancers, with the skill of a politician shaking down a room full of millionaires at a fund raiser or a father working the guests at his third son's bar mitzvah. Meanwhile Bunda Man showed up with his date. We exchanged greetings, then got a table. He introduced me to his date, who reminded me of a young Nikki Minaj, but whose beauty came from nature and not work of a talented team of make up artists. Bunda Man hailed a waiter, got liquor and mixers, and settled in the watch the dancers. He gave his date small bills to tip any dancers, and tip really well any particular dancer she deemed a good 3-way candidate.

Meanwhile, I waited for Miho to come back. When she got to my table, I reminded her who I was and asked her to sit down for a chat. We got re-acquainted, and she told me she was 1. 46 meters tall, and 43? 46? Kilos. A quick interview and she went into the dressing room so she could put on some clothes so we could walk out of the club and walk into the warehouse next door with the cabins. While she did that, I was doing the calculations, first in my head (a meter is 29.6 inches, a kilo is 2. 2 pounds, so.) then on my cell phone's calculator app and was blown away to realize she was 4'10" and about 95 lbs tall. This wasn't going to be Sin City, this was going to be Spinner City!

Miho came out, joined me, and after I paid for a chit at the cashier (190 k cop cash, 226 k cop if you use your credit card) we walked out, past the cabs and the mini lunch counter and into the courtyard of the cabin warehouse. There was a front desk that took her chit and they had canned drinks and sex toys your could buy. They assigned her an empty cabin. I recall that the different cabins had different themes, but this one was prosaic. Modern and squeaky clean, it had a bench, end tables, towels, a bed, a radio, a phone, a shower, a sink, and a toilet, but no hooks or hangers to put your clothes on. Not the most romantic lighting either. But there was a small trap door built into the wall by the room. That came in handy when she insisted on a covered blow job (which I didn't mind because she had braces and was quite good at imitating a python swallowing a pig with that little mouth of hers) , and neither us had a conventional condom.

The little ninja called the front desk on the phone, they brought one, handed over 6 k cop through the trap door. That seemed to take an eternity, especially since I spent a lot of time on the front end establishing a rapport and giving her some orgasm inducing foreplay, and the 55 minute knock on the door came before I finished. But when I did finish, she was so sexy, I came twice, once inside of her and once again on her leg two minutes later, jacking off while she simultaneously played with my balls, pinched my nipples, and she tongued my ear. There was penalty for getting out of the room a few minutes late. She informed me that she got 130 k of the cabin rental, and that she was amenable to some off-site English tutoring.

We walked back to the club and she gave me another hug and peck on the cheek before going back to the dressing room to prep for another dance session. I got back to the table. Bunda Man and Nikki Manaj had not found a suitable 3rd partner, so he was going to order some take out to take home, while I watched Miho help another dancer by joining her on stage. Her costume for this set was inspired by The Matrix and she came out in a long black leather coat and sunglasses like Morpheus. When it was over, I joined Bunda Man. He got his food to go and we negotiated a 15 k cop fare for dropping me off near Parque Poblado and them at the Blux tower.

* "MILF" is a relative term, like "dog years. " Down there, a 28 year old can be considered a MILF.[/QUOTE]Must say that I absolutely enjoyed reading your posts, full of real experiences and helpful info for all of us. Great perspective and objective points of view.

Keep them coming, can't wait for more.

TTM.

Anyone here ever been to the mansion on Mard Gras weekend? Do the girls show up? Or do they spend the weekend off, doing their own thing?

Thanks in advance!

Saturday, and decided to head back to New Life. I had vague memories of having a pleasant time with Sofia and Melany on previous trips, but decided to go with Sofia because her big, 200 watt smile was so winsome. Relatively tall but definitively naturally curvy, tanned, with long black hair, and a mouth full of white teeth. We got room 308, on the new floor. A very nice room, larger than the one I was in last time, bathroom not so cramped, room not so brightly lit. Unfortunately, the bathroom was not well placed at all, mounted next to the entrance of the bathroom, and not in the view of the bed at all. ;.

We went in, I laid out my kit of femidom, lube, bottle of vanilla scent / hand sanitizer, flavored lube for oral. I undressed to shower, but she didn't shower, which was a bit of a turn off. Either she didn't want to shower at all, or she had just showered because I wasn't her first customer of the day. Neither prospect was a turn on. She sat naked on the bed when I got out of the shower, and looked great, as her medium sized naturals had middle-to-large nips and she had a nice kitty.

I figured her not showering and my abbreviated shower (the water in this room was cold!) would at least be a time saver, as was her refusal to do any cuddling or any GFE-like foreplay. Oh well, it was 12:50 by the clock, so, cutting out DATY would make this a short session. Then, she wanted to do a covered BJ. What is it with all the CBJ's this week! Another NL girl that didn't do BBBJ? What is going on. She offered BBBJ for a 30 k cop tip, and I relented, figuring that, with all the other things we skipped, I'd have my first 30 minute /45 k cop session. She did a good job, but kind of aggressive. It wasn't an "I hate you" BJ, but a "get hard and come right now!" BJ. Not much warmth, a short list of technique in the repertoire: no finesse, just brute force. It was enjoyable for 10 minutes, we both agreed it was time for her to bounce on my dick, and I really wanted to try the Kung Fu Fighter position with her.

In cowgirl, she started to warm up. Missionary unlocked her passion, and she started to allow kisses, kiss back, suck on my nipples, and gave a couple of encouraging slaps on the bottom. When her eyes rolled up in her head, I knew she came. I did doggie so I could look at that upside down heart shaped ass (it was nice and firm) before going to scissors and spoons.

I showered quickly, and while she showered, I stripped the bed sheets so we could get out of the room immediately. When we walked out of the room the time was 1:15, right on time for an uncharacteristically short (for me) half hour session. I paid her the 30 k cop BBBJ propina, however, when we got down to the ticket booth, she told the guy it was 45 minutes, but I knew we got into the room at 12:45 cause I did not spend more than two minutes in that cold shower before joining her on the bed at 12:50. Not the time scam again! I think these chicas have figured out how to get their propinas whether you want to or not, but padding the bill.

I paid the 60 k, and chilled out for a while in the waiting room, hoping the Mansion crowd would come back, and enjoying a soft drink. I find the ambiance of the place and my post-coital refractory period as relaxing as some people find their neighborhood bar. I realized I could confirm our entry time by getting a look at what was annotated on the time card, but when I asked to see the time card for 308, there was an exit, but not an entry time. I noticed Nuve, a tall, sturdy blonde who had a very corn fed Iowa farm girl look to her. Oh, well, NL stocks something for everyone.

When I tried to leave an hour later, the staff of middle aged men stopped me, claiming I had not paid for the room, just for my beverage. "I paid. " "No, you didn't. " "No, I really paid. The girl brought me down to the ticket office, told you 45 minutes, and I gave the guy sitting behind the desk at the time 60 k. That is the standard operating procedure. How does the girl bring the client back to the ticket office, hand you the card, and you don't take the client's money?" "You did not pay!" I was worried. I left the house with enough money for two cab fares, a drink, an hour session, a small tip. Between the 30 k tip and the time card cheating, I was down to 5 k.

Finally, the guy at the desk broke the impasse, ran his figure down his clip board, added up the figures in three different items on a form, counted three different denominations of currency in his cash box, and deciding that his numbers and his cash on hand added up, declared that I had paid. No apology, or at least a very perfunctory one, and I was free to go.

I wondered what would have happened. What is the equivalent of washing dishes in a restaurant to pay off your bill in a casa? I shudder to think!

Now, I was back on the street with only 5 k cop. Not enough for a cab back to Poblado. Oh, well, I had options. I could take a 5 k cop cab ride and hike the rest of the way. I could take the metro and climb heart attack hill from Poblado Station to Parque Poblado. Both options would give me my work out for the day. Or I could get real adventurous and try walking all the way back. What is it, like 6 miles, a 90 minute walk on a hot sunny day? Nothing I haven't done with an 60 lb "personal heater" on my back when I used to wear jungle boots. Vacations are for adventures, amiright? So I started walking down the main avenue. That's when I noticed the little buses. I asked around until I found one going to Parque Poblado. It was only 1. 5 k, but I had to catch it around the corner, which is funny, because it got back on the main drag, then stopped until the bus was full, which took 5 minutes. It went pretty fast, only stopping 3 times before we got to Parque Poblado.

When I got back to my apartment, I fixed myself some lunch, and chilled out with my wingman. Poor Glenn: seems like his tater tot was taking him for granted. His one suitcase was full of various gifts for her, but their first attempts at romantic lunch dates included a 3rd wheel: she brought her mother along the first time, then her friend a second time. She wanted him to make lunch reservations at the fancy rotating restaurant on the roof of the Dan Carlton. One afternoon, she wanted to shopping with him at the mall. When he suggested they walk, she refused asked that they take a cab because it was too sunny and she didn't want to "get dark. " (You delusional barrio mestiza. That ship has already sailed.) She would show up 1, 2, even 3 hours late, leaving him waiting. He was picking up that she was I told him, "You only come buy once every 3-4 months. She doesn't have a job. She is going to school. When you are here for a week or so, you should be the priority. " he agreed, and noting how she was fishing for more and more extravagant gifts (like lipo suction and butt augmentation surgeries) told me he would start setting limits. Sigh. In my mind, I demoted him to Lieutenant Save-a-Ho.

I chilled out and rested until the start of Jonsie's rooftop party. I figured it that if it attracted 50 chicas, it would provide many options to chose from. Being next door, it was easy to get there early. He had a staff of 4-5 local guys and girls already set up the open bar and plenty of tables in the lighted half of the venue. The venue was basically a rooftop patio with a concrete floor that had a roof, walls and a several windows. There was also a bathroom. A couple of guys I had met the day before had showed up, and wanting to try the wings at Alitas Rapidas, decided to snack there while the party picked up. By 9:30, there was a half dozen guys, the drinks were flowing, the music was playing, and the first of the pizzas from down stairs had been delivered. Before anyone could utter "sausage party," two cabs delivered most of the staff of New Life, and they were the better ones.

Soon, some other familiar faces showed up, like Yessenia of New Life (circa 2010-ish) and the Manison, in tight red body suit with lots of cut outs, looking great, combination of diet, lipo and enhancement surgeries, giving her a killer body to go with that Winnie Cooper face (Wonder Years reference), making her look like a sexier version of Selena Gomez. She brought along a friend that was a dopleganger for her old friend Kelly. (She hadn't heard from Kelly lately, either, but had heard that she had dropped out, found a patron, and was going to school.) Some guy showed up with a date who was tall and attractive, so naturally, several other guys were ignoring the 40 other chicas that were there by 10 pm, and were asking me about her. Some of the girls wanted to dance, but like at a junior high sock hop, they had trouble getting the guys to interact with them. Like any mixed gender Australian social event, the guys liked to huddle, drink, and talk among themselves. I tried to translate and introduce. Some the girls took to just walking up the guys and lead them into an open spot in the floor to dance. Before I left someone, I figured there were at least 120 people, with a proper mix of guys to girls.

After talking to my new guy friends and catching up with old chica friends, I spotted a pair of chicas arriving later into the party. One was dour, plain, and plainly dressed. The other, was taller, more athletic, had a unique little outfit of puffy layered skirt and bustier top. Both seemed very intelligent and sophisticated, but the taller one had a winning smile and a more "devil may care" attitude. I started talking up Edie and found her to be bright, very funny, and simpatico. We drank and joked around for a bit, and I wasn't totally sure she was on the program. It was more like really good first date banter. So I hinted at pulling her, subtle at first, then more less so, and didn't get a response. Now, I was intrigued. I finally came out and invited her back to my apartment, showed her I was right next door, and she didn't say yes at first. Was it possible that she really wasn't a prepago? Later, I found out that her and her wallflower friend made a vow, "we came together, we leave together" and that is what they were negotiating when I would leave them to refill drinks or use the restroom. Also, she hadn't been at this for long, or very much, either.

We left around 11:30. She was another fan of the Jacuzzi. We had great chemistry, we clicked right from the very beginning. On the plus side, she had a very lean, athletic body, having played lots of soccer in junior high and high school, and still hit the gym every day before work. Long, perfectly shaped legs that would make a young Barbara Eden proud, and butt you could bounce a quarter off of and get back two dimes and a nickel back in change. She has very interesting facial geometry, a beautiful smile that will sometimes reveal dimple you could hide marbles in, and a very sensual bedroom manner (I told her she did me with the skill of a master thief cracking a safe.) On the down side, two babies left a little damage on her tummy, and the breasts were kinda. I dunno. "deflated?" She juggled taking care of offspring, working her civilian job, the gym, and going to school for more skills. We had a great session full of moans and laughs that did not end until after we heard the music stop next door at 2 pm. We exchanged contact info and promised to meet again and stay in touch.

She tried texting her friend, then called her using my phone. (she had no minutes for voice conversation, but had plenty of text message credits) After several attempts, she gave up and caught the first cab that came up our street. Her friend returned her call, the one she made on my phone. It seems the dour one had also made a connection and returned home on her own.

Jonsie told me that he had spent the week inviting 200 chicas. I think about 70 showed up before I left at 11 or 11:30, and there were plenty of good choices for the 60 or so guys that attended. Plenty of chicas to choose from, open bar, and good pizza (although one pizza was garnished with zucchini, which I think is satanic), so what's not to love. All you need is the option to choose between some good chicas and one great chica, and the fun is in deciding which one is the great chica. There were many good chicas at that party. And the admission was only 100 k cop, which was half the price of mansion's Super Bowl party the next day. So, it was a great party!

[QUOTE=IguanaSix;1998194]

When I got back to my apartment, I fixed myself some lunch, and chilled out with my wingman. Poor Glenn: seems like his tater tot was taking him for granted. His one suitcase was full of various gifts for her, but their first attempts at romantic lunch dates included a 3rd wheel: she brought her mother along the first time, then her friend a second time. She wanted him to make lunch reservations at the fancy rotating restaurant on the roof of the Dan Carlton. One afternoon, she wanted to shopping with him at the mall. When he suggested they walk, she refused asked that they take a cab because it was too sunny and she didn't want to "get dark. " (You delusional barrio mestiza. That ship has already sailed.) She would show up 1, 2, even 3 hours late, leaving him waiting. He was picking up that she was I told him, "You only come buy once every 3-4 months. She doesn't have a job. She is going to school. When you are here for a week or so, you should be the priority. " he agreed, and noting how she was fishing for more and more extravagant gifts (like lipo suction and butt augmentation surgeries) told me he would start setting limits. Sigh. In my mind, I demoted him to Lieutenant Save-a-Ho.
[/QUOTE]If you're going to be a sugar daddy then the girl needs to give up the goods. When I did this, the girl would pick me up from the airport, hair dyed to a color of my choosing (she would obsess over getting it right for me), and her nails and everything done to perfection. She wouldn't leave my side until I went through immigration on the way out. Surgery? Don't ever fucking pay for surgery. Geezus your buddy is getting screwed. He really needs to grab a bottle of whisky and a fistful of viagra and hit up a casa all day.

Good report. I should check out one of those parties sometimes. 70 prepagos? That's so much selection. You got to love Colombia.

I had sent messages to ninja-dancer after our session on Friday night. I could understand non response on Saturday, as she gets off from work at 4 am. I followed up with a phone call on Saturday night. Seems she sometimes wakes up as late as 4 or 5 pm the next day after getting off work. I asked to meet up on Sunday afternoon, so we agreed I'd give her a wake up call in the afternoon and session before she went to work.

I was concerned about timing. I wanted her in and out before Natasha, tall Russian-looking Casino Cocktail Waitress got off from work and came by at 7 pm. I met Natasha back in '09, during my maiden visit to Medellin. She was a tall, fresh, gangly 19 year old I met on her third visit to the rock house / Linda's Chicas back then, and we would keep hooking whenever I visited. Over the years, she filled out, got enhancements upstairs and downstairs, and brought her girlfriends and cousins over for memorable 3-ways on my birthday. She had already cancelled once, due to her grueling schedule at the down town casino. (10-12 hour shifts, constant shifting from day to night shift, only one day off a week. And sometimes not in between shift changes. And low tips because the casino catered to locals.).

I told her to apply at the Parque Lleras Hooters: model tall, with naturally light colored hair, and with the beauty of a 1970's Meryl Streep, her unique look would really stand out, get much better tips, and most of all, she'd be home by 3 am any night she worked there. Plus, it would be so easy to get off work and hook up with me so much easier, since I usually lodge nearby.

I stopped doing TLNs with her because waiting for her to get off a day shift, find a cab, fight through traffic, arrive close to 8 pm, feed her, session, and then hope we did all that in time for her to get enough sleep to session again before she left for work at 6 am was even worse than waiting for her to get off after a night shift, which meant either waking up early or staying a awake all night to let her in at 5:30 am, going back to sleep, and session-ing once, rarely twice, before she had to head back to work at 4:30. In addition to the job, she had also taken on care for an "adopted" son, proving that, even though she was smart enough to get on contraceptive implants a decade ago, there is nothing that will block that maternal urge. Admirable, but the last year or so, dates have been cancelled due to lack of a babysitter, like she did earlier this week.

Also, the last year or so, she has kept insisting on bringing over a friend and co-worker for at least one 3-way each time I visit. I get it, Paisas don't like to do anything alone, and she is really helping out a friend financially. Neither of them are prepagos. Natasha hung up her G-string in 2009 after dipping her toes in the water, and she does it with me as much for the sex as for the extra money, and she has not attracted a husband or boyfriend. Her co-worker was never on the program, and does this for the money and the novelty of someone who does it completely differently than her local boyfriend. The girlfriend is cute, but not really my type, not really beautiful by local standards, and I think I only get off on our 3-ways because I remind myself that I am defiling some other guy's boyfriend and imagine he will be inadvertently tasting my cock the next time she kisses him. On the positive side, Natasha has reached tall, almost Nordic looking, surgically enhanced perfection (I could suck on those perfect 38 see-cups until I got a callous on my tongue) and she won't start going down hill for at least a couple of years. That keeps me setting up at least one date per visit. And at 2009 prices of 150 k cop (yay!) and taxi fare (boo!. Although she has gotten access to a scooter and tank full of gas isn't that expensive.) That keeps me coming back, plus the fact that she has stumbled upon oral techniques that allow her to pull the leche out of me when I have been in town a few days a quart low in a way that is a pure Teutonic triumph of the will.

But it was a bit of a nail biter that afternoon. It is like not breaking the laws of physics: two things cannot exist at the same place at the same time. Likewise, two chicas cannot show up at the same place at the same time, unless they are part of a 3-way. I called ninja-dancer a 3 pm, like we agreed, as she had not worked the club the night before. She was not working at the club that night, but would take a while to eat, get ready and show up. She agreed to show up at 4:30, which meant we could have a relaxed 2-hour session, with a half hour to prep for the cocktail waitress' arrival. I set up the Jacuzzi, the bubble bath, the set of Barry White YouTube music videos. But 4:30 was too optimistic for "chica time" (tm). 4:30 became 5 pm. Okay, I thought, I cut back on some of the foreplay, and a 5 pm-6:30 would work. But then, 5 pm became 5:30. Okay, I thought, I'll power though it, and besides when cocktail waitress says she will come at 7 pm, she really arrives at 7:30. If I am lucky.

It was getting close to 6 pm, and ninja-dancer was telling me she really was on her way. I called cocktail waitress as she was getting ready to get off her shift. But no reply. It was 6:04, and I had just paid ninja-dancer's cabbie 36 k cop for her delivery from the barrio and let her into my apartment when cocktail waitress called. She had to cancel, no child care. I pretended to be disappointed, but on the inside, I was high fiving myself.

Ninja-dancer stayed for over 3 hours. She was dressed like a cute freshman, fresh out of the Colombia University dorms. We kept our clothes on for almost an hour, no rush, chatting away as we lay on my bed. I finally got to hear what her voice really sounded like: I was not able to over the din of the music at the club. After the bubble bath, she enjoyed a long session of DATY, coming twice with an almost religious intensity. It is amazing to clamp your hands around a waist so tiny your fingers and thumbs almost meet. She has just the right amount of body fat to cover what is really a very muscular physique. Away from the club setting, it was much more of a GFE (although, once again, it was a CBJ), and when we did doggie, it occurred to me that her small, but perfectly curvy butt, would fit into a big shoe box. Very pleasing, given the Kardashian-fueled blubber butt mania this decade cannot shake itself out of.

Before she left, she told me of a swinger club event she was invited to, and how one woman had gotten out of control and actually tried to chomp a bite out of her pussy. She had showed me the scratch. Amazing! She wasn't headed to the club, but she did have another private event to go to that night, another swinger club thing IIRC. She put her casual coed outfit back on, I gave her 200 k and another 10 k for the cab, and we promised to stay in touch.

It wasn't a two pop day, but it worked out better that way. I needed to save up the leche, anyway, as cocktail waitress was bringing her friend for a 3-way the next afternoon before they headed to work.

Cocktail Waitress and co-worker showed up for the long begged for (and slightly dreaded 3-way). No, it wasn't that they were unattractive, it was that I am not really attracted to co-worker, and Cocktail Waitress comes with too much baggage. Today, they promised to arrive at 2:30 and leave at 4:30, in order to go to work. Waitress said she would try to arrive at 2 pm, in order for us not to be rushed, but.

Thanks to Chica Time! (tm), they arrived at 3 pm. They came on one scooter, and had picaresque tales of detours and reasons why they were late. I didn't care. They showered quickly, and we went to bed. Gentlemen, the 3- or 4- way is where the female condom is at its best. Each chica gets a condom lining their chimba and you can pop in and out at will, unlike with a male condom that you have to change everytime you switch partners. It was a fairly mechanical 3-way at first. They weren't into each other so it was a case of each one taking turns getting licked by me, then sucking me, then doing one position on one of them, then doing that position on the other, then repeating the process while one showed off their body while the other was getting fucked, or licking my unattended to body parts, or caressing my balls. Eventually, I asked cocktail waitress to blow me while her friend licked my ear, sucked my nips, and made mechanical porny sounds until I came in cocktail waitresses mouth. However, I still felt another orgasm in me, so I went back to fucking both of them. Eventually, I realized I couldn't come again, so I gave up and we hit the Jacuzzi. A few minutes later, something came over me, so I got up, pointed my semi-stiff dick at co-workers' face, and within seconds she popped it in her mouth and started sucking, eyes and mouth closed, lots of dick sliding up an down her wet tongue, a soft moan coming out of her throat. How about that? I really must be giving her something her boyfriend does not. A few minutes of that, and I repeated the process with cocktail waitress. I guess I wanted the mental image of going from one to the other, wordless acceptance of a dick to the face, the contrast between tall, pale, and German looking and short, dark, and latin looking ladies, and enjoyed the porny quality of it.

They left a little after 4:40, as they always take forever to put their make up back on. They were running low on fuel and I gave them enough to fill the tank. I didn't call cocktail waitress back, and next time, I will only invite her over when she has a day off. I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening recovering and resting. I was concerned about the weakness of my orgasm. Usually bbbjtccimnq is a religious experience for me, at least it is with some of the superstars. Today, not so much. Wasn't the testosterone shot supposed to be giving me a good "second wind" by now?

I had managed to get on the schedule of Mary-Joe (not her real name) for later that night.

I met her years ago, as part of a 3-way Hair Trigger Kelty had set up for me. Kelly made a habit of setting up 3-ways with girls she liked for herself. Sometimes, it was a girl who knew Kelty was into her, and that they had been together before, or sometimes it was a girl she had been after for a while. The very first time, and I was merely a spectator to girl-after-girl seduction as they made out, nude, on the balcony of my apartment for what seemed like half an hour. Fortunately, it was dark, and the nearest other building was hundreds of yards away. Kelty finally brought her to the bed, and Mary-Jo started paying more attention to me, foreplay-wise. When Mary-Jo didn't realize that Kelty considered herself as much the client as me, Kelty threw a temper tantrum that lasted for 5 minutes, until Mary-Joe was almost in tears. I never saw a girl guilt trip another girl into head-giving, titty licking, scissoring submission before. It was a great 3-way, long lasting. Spent, we decided that Mary-Joe should stay and that we repeat in the morning.

It took a couple of sessions before I could get Mary-Joe's out of Kelty's sight so I could get her number. She either tired of Kelty's pursuit, or was never comfortable being her bottom, and we started seeing each other independently. Mary-Joe has the face of Wisconsin community college cheerleader, light brown hair she dyes blond, bright eyes and a small mouth. About 5'4", she still carries her baby fat well, but over the years has gotten enhancements top and bottom, so the over all impression is that of a starlet from the golden age of the mid-1980's, southern California produced, adult videos shot on film and distributed on VHS cassettes, a time dominated by the girl-next-door looks of Ginger Lynn, Taija Rae, and Nikki Charm, and the sultry facial expressions of Traci Lords. Mary-Joe reminds me most of Susan Hart, combining dimples and zoftig curves, a face made for kissing and a body made for fucking. You just don't want to let go of those firm, softball sized knobs, or stop listening to the sound her bubble but makes when your hips smack against it. Sure you know that in a few years, without a good diet and exercise plan, it will deteriorate into fat surrounding silicone, but right now, it is perfect.

When I first arrived, I immediately tried calling her, and left voice mails and text messages. It took her a few days to respond. Last trip, I managed to session with her the morning before she left for Cartagena, and this time, she would come by the night after she arrived from another 2 week working trip to Cartagena. A few years ago, she was the 19 year old who still lived at home and had to be home by a certain hour. Since then, her folks must have put 2 and 2 together, added up her lack of a job, her trips to Cartagena with friends, and her steady income, and know the score, but she never told them. She tells me that she and her girlfriend (s) will take a commuter flight, rent a room, work a list of clients, and she could charge more in Cartagena, but that Cartagena is expensive, so it is a wash, and the weather is atrocious.

She arrived, 5 minutes early (stuffed tight like a sausage in a clingy knitted black cocktail dress, her ample curves, top and bottom, making the hem of the dress rise up a good 5 inches. She was in a good mood, glad to see me, and it seemed like the boys in Cartagena didn't make her feel loved enough because she was greedy for orgasms and caressing. She was also asking for more contact with me, asking why I didn't correspond with her between trips. I told her I didn't know she missed me. She said she did, seeming less "pro" and open to a more friendly relationship. No rush, a real GFE, I love listening to her high pitched voice (reminds me of Wolfowitz's wife on Big Bang Theory, minus the glasses). She had long ago graduated me from 150 k cop to 200 k, plus another 50-60 k taxi, but its a bargain. She can come by in the evening, stay for a couple of hours, and she never fails to get a strong, synapses-firing orgasm out of me. The looks, the skill, the enhancements, the whole package never fails me.

[QUOTE=FunLuvr;1993571]Why would they have decoy prepagos? I can understand decoy drug dealers, but not prepagos. Prostitution is legal. What offense is a decoy prepago going to entrap someone into?[/QUOTE]They are [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord902][CodeWord902][/url] with an older woman's identification. 16 or 17 with an older sisters cedula. I have extensive experience on the ground in Medellin, and Colombian friends here. Trust me, this mayor is jonesing for the next Colombia jake story to come along, whether they have to manufacturer it or not. We forget, they think differently than we do; To them the only reason we are here is for sex tourism; and that all sex tourism is because of the evil gringo. The mayor just can't wait to make an example out of the next fool gringos that fall for their setup. Things have changed dramatically. Double the police in Lleras. Drug dogs. More setups and scams. More taxi checkpoints and shakedowns by police. The neon sign is flashing "you guys aren't welcome here". But you won't listen. I've heard more than once of fb working gals working extortion scams. These people are no longer fun loving and cool, they are desperate.

As an aside, I'll bet a regular gringo just wanting a good time would have probably taken that decoy [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord902][CodeWord902][/url] prepago (with valid ID even though it wasn't her) back to your place where you'd have been arrested, your picture put in the paper, and then the dog and pony legal show. It is a matter of time till they drop the hammer on someone, the whiter and more American they are, the better.

Scenario 2: you go to a massage place with your buddy and get a girl. BOOM, raid! Come to find out your buddy's girl is 16 with a fake ID. Now what? Newspaper / jail time. Think it won't happen? It's just a matter of time with this blood thirsty, racist mayor at the helm.

Apartments: Many HOA's and residents have absolutely had it with gringo renters, and maybe for good reason. That party is also about to come to an end.

Stay safe, guys!

[QUOTE=Culture;1993250]What is up with Colombian women and the stench? Anyone who has been here, I am sure knows what I am talking about! At FKK's in Europe, no girl smells down there (at least none I've had). In Colombia, it is rare to find a girl that smells fresh down there. What is the problem? Are they not good at hygiene? Should you take a shower with them before and rub them down with some special soap? It is really annoying.[/QUOTE]Part of this is due to the number of partners they have, the other is that they work on their period, by cutting the tampon and shoving it way up there. Mostly it's bacterial infections due to how much cock they are taking.

Felt a mild cold coming on, so the previous night, I took an antihistamine based sleeping pill, knocked myself out and slept, slept, slept. My wingman got me a tube of the local equivalent of Airborne, basically effervescent tablets you drop in water, they fizz, and give you a mildly orange-tasting glass of water rich in Vitamin see and Zinc. Started taking those a few times of day.

Decided to make Tuesday a rest day. Just because I had a sweet pop with Mary-Joe, didn't want to fizzle out the last couple of days. So, I cut back to one pop a day and did not return to New Life or Turcos Paradise the rest of the trip. Yep, it is official. I am getting old. Or maybe I needed to sleep in more morning, but that is a challenge without sleeping pills, ear plugs, and a sleep mask. The apartment is not really light proof, street noise comes in, and the local big church declares war on sleep and silence by banging some bell like a steel triangle at dinner time at a dude ranch in a cowboy movie every morning at 8:10 am: "bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. ".

I had been sending out FB messages and making phone calls since arriving. Some chicas were in radio silent mode: I called Hair Trigger Kelly for old times sake, but was slightly relieved when she did not answer. I heard she found a gringo patron who was paying her way through school, and she had no activity on FB, so I wished her well. I tried calling the MILFy Masseuse. She could give me the MOAB (Mother of All Blow Jobs), was sensuous as hell, has forgotten more about sex than most women have her age know, and always had a lioness-attacking-a-wildebeest-on-the-Serengeti-plains approach to lovemaking once you let her talk your ear off during the massage that came beforehand, but last year, was starting to tell me she was getting away from the massage / BJ combo business and concentrating on high end clients. She even cancelled our last appointment at the last moment, so I guess she was sending me a hint. A couple of the FB chicas had returned messages, but were not available as a last minute schedule filler at the beginning of the trip, and were not as useful to me at the end of the trip when I had to decide if they were "sponge worthy. ".

So, with just two days left I had to make decisions about who I wanted to repeat with. I already arranged for Oober Driver to return my last night, remain overnight, and then drive me and wingman to the airport, so that took care of my last night and my last morning. Who to invite for the second-to-last night? Take a chance on an unknown quantity? Call up a tried-and-true provider? Or use tonight to cement a relationship with a chica who gave me an incredible first time experience?

I decided to call up Edie from the previous Saturday night. She was glad to hear from me. She juggles caring for two offspring, daily workouts in the gym, a full day of work at the beauty salon, and training to be a barber, but treats our encounters like a decadent vacation from all that. She got off work at 9 pm, and promised to arrive by 10 pm. She showed up. A few minutes early! - and stayed for almost 4 hours.

Pillow talk, Jacuzzi time, DATY, then positions. Despite resting that day, it was late, I was having a hard time finishing inside her, so I backed off and jacked off. She laid back, got into all kind of porny positions for me to look at, then started diddling herself with one hand, caressed my balls in the other, and after she came, she let me decorate her face like a fancy cake in a French bakery and then took my cock in her mouth to get the last few spurts. She shuddered, then became completely relaxed. I handed her a towel, she wiped herself off, and gave me a loving look. She looked so sweet, I asked her if she wanted me to go down on her again. Her eyes lit up, and she said "yes, oh, yes," nodding vigorously. Another orgasm later, and we called it a night.

[QUOTE=Jonesie;1993754]To those in town who care to join us, we'll be having a party the night of the 4th. It looks like it should have a nice attendance from the ladies. Who really ever knows about these things, but our Halloween party had roughly 160 people, a slight majority female.

For parties centered around the game, there are a number of venues hosting events. Patrick's, Hooters, and the Mansion will be doing their thing. My money's on the Pats.[/QUOTE]This was a great party! All of Jonesie's work in attracting dozens of attractive chicas from a variety of venues really paid off!

First of all what is with the spray disinfectant bottles they've set up in the rooms?? The girls taking advantage of that perk to spray down the customer's hands before the fun best be wearing gloves when they come in and out of the doors of the place, but bet that never crosses their minds.

Anyway this Allison frankly wants money but doesn't want to take cock. Other than having the spray ammonia going she closes off her legs to prevent full penetration in mish, she closes her legs together in doggie to save herself from the full rod yet again. She also refuses to let you lay flat on her during mish claiming it hurt her chest. Lolol And I'm no fat fuck weigh 175 soaking wet.

So here we have a girl who has invested all this $ in one of these fake wide load Serena Williams asses (light skinned girl) while wanting money handed to her without having to work for it. Skip this one is my advice. Other than a quick dig at President Dump (always fair game so quitcha crying) that my contribution for the week. Suerte.

[QUOTE=Paulie97;1999065]First of all what is with the spray disinfectant bottles they've set up in the rooms?? The girls taking advantage of that perk to spray down the customer's hands before the fun best be wearing gloves when they come in and out of the doors of the place, but bet that never crosses their minds.

Anyway this Allison frankly wants money but doesn't want to take cock. Other than having the spray ammonia going she closes off her legs to prevent full penetration in mish, she closes her legs together in doggie to save herself from the full rod yet again. She also refuses to let you lay flat on her during mish claiming it hurt her chest. Lolol And I'm no fat fuck weigh 175 soaking wet.

So here we have a girl who has invested all this $ in one of these fake wide load Serena Williams asses (light skinned girl) while wanting money handed to her without having to work for it. Skip this one is my advice. Other than a quick dig at President Dump (always fair game so quitcha crying) that my contribution for the week. Suerte.[/QUOTE]Could you please provide a physical description? These girls can change their name at will.

[QUOTE=IguanaSix;1999627]Could you please provide a physical description? These girls can change their name at will.[/QUOTE]Hi,

There was some description in the report but granted I could have done more. Her hair is long and black. Face is pretty cute. Skin is very light and she has one of those extreme fake asses. Suerte and enjoy the rest of your vacation.