Lisbon

Rua Agostinho Neto, Lote 9, 8th floor, Letter B, Lumiar (Campo Grande Subway)

Having his heart (actually, his pecker) set on savoring the Avenida Alves Redol site, first discovered by fellow monger Zé Duron, on his lunch hour, LM was very disappointed when he got there to find he had awaken the apartment’s sole occupant from what appeared to have been a very deep slumber. The dirty blond girl who answered the door in her birthday suit, actually left him out in the hallway as she rushed back into the apartment to put on some close. Between yawns she insisted she was available, but something about her disarrayed hair and red eyes left LM thinking that it would be best to return some other time, preferably not a noon. This, by the way, goes to show how even the best places can have their off times, and it is always a good idea to have an alternate plan rather than insist on any given place.

LM then remembered a Lumiar apartment not far way, also much totted by the same fellow monger. So back it was into another taxi for the short trip up Avenida da Republica to Rua Agostinho Neto, Lote 9, 8th floor in Lumiar. Fortunately LM had down-loaded into his PDA, a recent post where Zé mentioned the vicinity of a Millenium Bank as a reference. With these additional directions, Lote 9 was actually easy to find.

At the door LM was greeted by a curvy Portuguese brunette who immediately put him at ease with her smile and good nature. She offered him a drink in a very pleasant living room and told him that there where four girls at that moment. A supposedly very pretty mulatta who was busy at that moment with a customer and who LM never got to see, a blood Russian girl who was waiting for a customer and therefore not available, a shy Portuguese brunette as well as herself. Unfortunately, Joana, the famous Mamasan, Zé mentions so often, was only coming at 4 pm on the count that she was looking after her new born baby. Having fallen for her sweet nature and pleasant nature, LM decided to go with the Brunette that had greeted him so warmly at the door. He was shown to a clean and simple room, given slippers (nice touch) and a towel and shown to a modern bathroom where he quickly showered. She then left him alone in the room (yes Zé, I agree with you, why do they do that?) while she too took a shower.

What followed, caught even a seasoned punter like LM himself, quite by surprise. If this was wrestling, it would be referred to as ‘no holds barred’. Certainly it was one of the best GFE he had ever had (including some real GFs); from pleasant hostess, his brunette had turned into a sex starved nymphomaniac. Between the BBBJ, deep French kissing, toe sucking, rimming and sex in every imaginable position, LM was thoroughly f*cked for the next hour, and when he could do the deed no more, she just as quickly returned to her pleasant hostess persona. Talk about a Dr Jekyll & Mr. Hyde act! She gave him time to finish his drink as they chatted like old friends, after which he took a shower and returned to work. Later as LM sat at his desk trying to work, it occurred to him he couldn’t even remember her name.

LM

The Gandhi myth

One has heard that Mahatma Gandhi took his vow of celibacy and then decided to give himself a severe test. He invited a couple of naked schoolgirls to share his bed. The little minxes giggled and purred and touched and teased and stroked each other... you know, guys, the way two schoolgirls always do when you take them to bed. And the Master lay there, breathing deeply, serenely contemplating Higher Things...

This may not be true, but it crossed Muri's mind as he walked determinedly through the Poço on Monday, his eyes sternly fixed on the greasy pavement.

The next day, mid afternoon, nobody answered the bell at São Sebastião. Strange, but not tragic, for Av. Miguel Bombarda, long unvisited, was but five minutes pleasant stroll away. In lovely Lisboa, you are never more than five minutes away from a place where attractive young women ask for modest sums of money in return for sexual favours.

Isabel, dark 30s, Italian-style Brasileira, accepted a €50 tribute, then took off her black lingerie slowly, and serviced Mur in an expert manner without ever threatening to set his world on fire.

Luis Manuel (great report) was certainly set on fire recently, and with the resolution of Gandhi himself, Murilloa vows that his next report will be on the Lumiar ladies, soon...

to luis manuel: yes it is true as the place (alves redol) is open till say 3 or 4 in the morning it´s hard to have a good time befor 6 or 7 in the afternoon.

i myself had a new experience at the alves redol apartment (nº 11, 1 st floor, lift doesn´t work for this floor so just press 2nd floor and go down a floor!!)

i got there at 2 in the morning and the blonde brasilian girl was there, monica from the website (the pics are true at www.aslolitas.com), as well as patricia but she is just to white (no tan at all) for this lovely part of the year. i have been with her before and i can assure she is a sex bombshell type of woman, a maid to suck you clean! unfortunately she doesn´t do anal, and she has a very nice rear in deed. just for you to get an idea she is dyed platin blond, shoulderlong hair falling down on a 165 slender and elegant lady. hands are beautiful with nice nailjob as well as lovely smooth feet... just sexy to see her elegant legs draw apart, but not this time of the year where most of the chicas exibit their tan proudly!

there was a tall nice looking black girl, more on the full side, really lovely but that is just not my thing!

so i took on monica for straight sex for one hour, she doesn´t do anal or dfk.

we had a bath and as we got in the warm water i started to miss ciny who is having some time off! to make it short, monica lacks the spirit and conversational skills i so much appreciate at most brasilians. she hardly got any talk going, so i had to start all over this and that. the session was ok, nothing extatic to write home back!

the only good thing is i got some lousy pictures from her!



a completely different story:

this friday i had a different arrangement!
after having dinner with a female collegue, a very pretty morena with beautifull face and body, we started where we last ended about a month ago, kissing over a finishing vine bottle.

we decided to avoid other friends at a local bar and got in my car, stopping at a loja de conveniencia for some white vine supply on the way to her place. to make it short, we had the bottle (our 3rd) and were dancing in the almost dark livingroom making out. she seduced me, bay going back to her room where she changed her sneekers and jeans for some high heel sandals and a sexy black dress, all just because i had asked her to dance, she found it terrific but said: "claro, mas dá-me um minuto para me pôr à tua altura" (let me get something to be as tall as you!)

she got extatic about the idea of dancing with me in her livingroom, and here comes the best part: there wasn´t even any music on!!

we got deeper to it and i ended up fucking her almost without preliminars, just getting her panties down and her dress up. after a long time trying out all doggy styles possible i decided to give her some decent cunilingus and got down on her superb pussy for more than 20 minutes. she almost fainted and that is the end of the story! i didn´t come because she was so worn down by our 45 minute trip! so at 2 in the morning there was i getting back to my car with a lit lucky strike feeling these mixed up. on one hand i was proud i had made that piece of woman feel alive, like... hell when was the last time i felt like this? on the other hand i had my nuts full and was leaving so in something like 20 minutes the balls would start hurting like shit!

this recalled for some emergency treatment, something i found at artilharia um close to the ritz hotel, where i got some romanian blond sw and got a violent cbj from this ugly face. she had an astonishing great looking body with big natural tits and slender constitution. she also had the conversation and atitude needed and for 30 euros we did it ar pensão mendes for 15m minutes. good deal as she was initially asking for 40!

so the story goes something like this: hunting makes you a better lover but it also increases the needs when shagging around with non pros! at least thats how i see it!

what about you guys?

Getting the pants wet –or how adventurous can it be to read a book in a café?

Well this is a little story about how awkward life can get, on the minute as we speak! This was last Monday, I was sitting at a “Café di Roma”, a brand of coffee-houses that will end up ruining the traditional Portuguese Café someday, but lets not get sentimental, at least not yet.
There I was on my own, reading an English book, a way to practice passively the language of Marlow and Shakespeare, having my first black beer after the “original bica”. It wasn’t me that had chosen this place but a female colleague of mine. I was up to meet her there at the end of the afternoon and so I decided to kill my time reading, I considered it rude to go visit some lady just before having a mini-date with this blonde friend of mine. She has just gone through divorce last year and is definitively her new start, looking around for some deer to hunt down. I decided to run my chances since she is actually very good looking and sweet tempered but I had my sensors turned on, as I said she is: Divorced. There had to be something about her, either bad tempered or picky to be divorced this soon after 3 years of marriage. But hell I was only interested in my new book, my thought dwelling around thinking about her latest outfit I had seen her in, her middle high heel black sandals, her tanned skin fittied with her short blond dyed hair, and back I was in my novel.

As I was drinking dark beer (locals drink blond beer most of the time) and reading a foreign language book it was not surprisingly that two local girls in their end twenties sat dawn a table away from me. Although the café was almost empty they started chatting the minute they sat down. Wrong, one started chatting while the other was all ears. I was still reading while checking their style and I can quote that both were quite nice, the chatting girl a bit better looking, and there I was reading… and listening to this conversation.

The talkative one started to tell the other about the great weekend she had, bla bla bla and suddenly she went like: “But I didn´t have sex, again no sex! It´s been quite a whiles since Miguel!”
After a while I almost froze, this girl was having the talk most of us man dream about, sex, sex, sex, this way, that way, how often, my God and I kept reading, well, pretending to read. I said to my self, this one is a 90% chance of not falling tru the net, this is me and gambling, at least 75% chance, IMHO. My brain was challenging me with all sorts of approach moves when suddenly Ana, my blond friend bumped into me …and the girls. She greeted me with a kiss on the face and headed towards the girls that she knew as well. Ana told me to bring my stuff and have a seat with the three girls: one talkative, one silent chica and my gorgeous looking friend. The talkative one froze in the beginning but as I got introduced as a sweet guy by my colleague the conservation got on quite well. Again I started to recalculate my odds of having the new lustful acquaintance but not losing my chances with Ana. Hard choice between immediate sex and “maybe in the near future sex”. Carla, the talkative one gave me some glances of her relaxed beauty, a confident shorthair morena, smiling all over, and me thinking about my odds. I ended up proposing to have dinner at an Indian spicy restaurant, offering a choice of your own is often the best way to test people. It worked and the three girls were happy. Mia, the silent, also a short hair morena called her boyfriend and he ended up meeting us at the restaurant near Baixa, the reconstructed part of Lisbon after the earth shake.

While strolling down from Restauradores I had to think about Muri´s courage not to encounter the Romanian chicas downtown and had a inner smile on me, as I was thinking of my outcome that night.

The food and drinks were wonderful, bringing an chilly but joyfull spirit to our table, but making the “Wise Decision Department” work much slower. Ana is a standard of beauty, a girl you can easily get lost in, Carla on the other hand was the fast ticket to the nearest “explosives factory”. I wanted to have Ana with the disposability of Carla.
As it was Monday night I knew the night would be over after dinner, maybe a small drink afterwards, and time was running short.
Suddenly Ana started to talk about my person, as if talking of some very kind guy, like a brother, no a cousin or a…how do you call it: a boyfriend. It fell odd to hear her talk about this and that and that she knew me for the past three years, and about this beach I had taken her and other friends to. So there I was having the connotation of a boyfriend but not having the chance to fulfill my physical demands of kissing her as she was putting a distance between us by sitting at a distance in front of me, after changing seats with Carla. I began to think this chica is wild, first she pretends I am wonderful and next she looks for the distance placing the anxious Carla besides me. I began to think: Boy. Your loosing control on this situation.

We stayed and drank till one in the morning and separated our ways, while I was thinking that what looked like a freebie ended up as the plantation of future chances, as apples drop from trees these chicas will meet me some other day, maybe!

So why did I post all this? Because next on the menu was A Romanian SW from Rua Artilharia Um and for 25 euros I had a violent CBJ at Pensão Mendes.

This was just the beginning because next Patrícia was expecting me for a hurricane session at Rua Laves Redol. The blond pornish **** loves to please, including hand job, foot job, all positions you can imagine but no anal sex. I guess that lots of former girlfriends would have appreciated my performance, for free but here it was paying, 100 euros, plus 25 for Romania, plus dinner expenses, a very expensive Monday evening, but hey when have you last met 5 women on a Mondat Evening.

Oh Calore, life is beautiful even when you have only 50 euros to spend, having coffee with friends and going for the”broche por 20 euros” in the car.

Never ever, stop trying the free world! The freebies are out there.
Life is Pleasure, pleasure is the meaning of life.

mission: never die again

lisbon report

it only took a few seconds upon my arrival to lisbon to understand that the city is indeed a unique location endowed with most features that nurture envy among other european metropolis. the city is unique in layout - with architecture ranging from the intricate manuelian to the refined lines of the 18th century vision of marques de pombal.

colourful, genuine, neat, unpolluted, clear sky are perhaps a minute portion of the totality of terms that one can associate with this wonderful city that seems to have kept away from the crazes of other metropolis that rendered them blacker, foggier and artificial. and the girls are nonetheless.

having followed with some deep interest the contributions to this forum by ze duron and mur (to whom i will remain indebted for the rest of my life), i decided to sample the girls of portugal through two places, with mixed results.

on sunday i walked up all the hill to largo sao sebastiao – right up in front of the church and rang the apartment at 31/ 3rd floor. it was 18:00 and the sun was still reminiscent of a hot summer. a young morena dressed in a formal uniform opened and told me that all the girls were engaged in servicing clients, pledging me to call some 15 minutes later. after a double espresso and a supply of cigars, enabling me to savour the country’s hospitality by engaging in some short discussion with a local barman a few doors up the square, i returned to the same apartment. i was greeted by a shortish morena (quite stocky but firm – 65 kg spread over 1m 55) clad in red see through wraps and red underwear. without even leaving me asking, she held my hand as if i was the last survivor after some cataclysm on earth – possible the only miserable hope for humanity’s survival.

she led me into a small cubicle, asking for 50€ without even blinking at what i might be up to. without hesitation, i asked her if she does “full service”. a smiling reply indicated that full service was guaranteed – within an engagement of longer than 30 minutes. having paid and undressed (with communications now entirely conducted in sign language), i learned that her name was bruna, who did not hesitate to start with a vigorous bbj without any frills in the service. i could not resist – her tongue and head movements were irresistibly sensuous – leading my poor deprived manhood to burst into a powerful eruption of hot juices to satisfy the testosteronal stimuli.

as is customary, after finishing my “first plate” i asked for a new attempt – at which the morena started grumbling and (possibly) cursing at the extra work for the money’s worth. a trained consumer behaviourist, i simply could not tolerate that type of behaviour, and decided to put my clothes on and move out. i must admit, i could not engage in any activity after having received a macdonald’s “next please” attitude. maybe my expectations were more elevated than the poor girl can actually provide or was trained to provide.

the next day, having more hormonal charge rushing in my veins, i decided to walk up to adonis in rua braamcamp. it was 11:15 morning – with the therapy centre just having opened its doors for a week’s business in the busy district. i was greeted by a brasilian beauty – deborah (25 years) who is working in lisbon in a call centre. she wore a formal tailored suit, making visitors think she is more of a professional therapist than a beauty pageant contestant. indeed she was also the only english speaking lady (and truly capable of keeping a serious discussion) in a centre where employees were only arriving for their day’s toil. at that time, the only ladies available were raffaella (an artificially dyed blond, well tanned body but in her mid thirties and not english speaking) and herself – which made my choice quite obvious.

deborah led me to an apartment two floors up, where she graced into a well lit, spacious bedroom housing a round bed. after preliminary introductions (name, country of origin, reason for visit….) deborah invited me for a shower – which i gladly accepted provided she did the soaping and rinsing job. her delicate beauty was truly impressive – not one single freckle or flaw in this diamond of a gem that was perfectly cut to any jeweller's high standing specifications. her hands worked like magic – stimulating one of my best erections ever. in the bath, she massaged my manhood with her soapy buttocks – prompting for a move to bed and start some real gfe. french kissing, caresses and kissing of various body areas followed. can a brasilian qualify for hogworths? her magical lips wrapped round my covered manhood (which she clad a gracefully as a petal) and started a deep massage while i engaged in a vivid cunnilingus. she enjoyed it, giving moans and groans of ecstasy while increasing the frequency of movements in her sexy job. it was not long when warm juices filled the empty head cavities of the prophylactic sheat – the result of one of the best bjs ever experienced. again into the bath for a shower, some dialogue before starting again into gfe. this time, we fucked like two love bunnies, cowgirl, missionary, 69 and finishing up whilst fucking her doggie style – perhaps the sexiest scene i ever had in front of me, seeing waves moving up her buttocks and lower back through her thin layers of adipose tissues covered by a perfectly tanned skin while i was pumping at frequencies reminiscent of rocco siffredi.

deborah – you have chosen a wrong name. harriet potter might have been more indicative of your magical powers in your green eyes, cherry lips, miraculous hands, tongue, cheek, tanned skin… you. if hogwarths is a school were young women become as masterly rather than just engage in witchcraft, i think tony blair must divert more funding into education. i’ll miss you!

lumiar

siesta time at the office. little to do, nothing that can’t be put off till the morrow. murilloa will now perform his discreet ‘evaporating’ act, gliding noiselessly away. in a few minutes, a yawning colleague may wonder where he’s gone – to the bathroom? to buy a newspaper? to throw himself under a train? to see a client? home early? who cares? and nobody knows that instead of drifting aimlessly, he is a man with a mission, for today he will check out zé’s pleasure palace in lumiar.

the yoke and harness of global capitalism slide off mur’s back as he makes his way to the metro. like the office, the city is in dream mood, no sign of back-to-work bustle, sun glaring from the white buildings, still a handful of tourists like the big-bottomed english girl and her wimpy wisp of a yorkshire boyfriend who occupy the next seat on the train.

out at campo grande, zé’s instructions in hand. a coffee break near the alvalade stadium brings euro 2004 nostalgia. last time mur was in here, the place was jammed with swedes, roaring for beer after demolishing bulgaria. today, just one oldster, anaesthetised by the stream of shit pouring from the tv, and a young teenage couple, she chattering busily, he brooding, no doubt wondering if he will get inside her tight jeans before the dimwits at the ministry of education get round to opening his school.

draining his ‘bica’, muri walks up the long curved ascent, as traced by our noble friend: millennium bank, optimus call centre with kids hanging out smoking, just as described. on the 8th floor, a friendly ugly blonde girl does the charming hostess act. the ladies are just out of sight in the kitchen, eating a late lunch or a snack. eventually the parade begins, featuring two stocky morenas, a juicy shiny black girl, and a tall slim reddish blonde. black or blonde, muri? it takes a while, but decisions have to be made, with our hostess grinning inquiringly. blonde, then – and ‘suzy’ directs our hero to an immaculate bedroom and bathroom.

showering and drying take quite a time, and also remove some of the pleasure. if a woman isn’t actually malodorous like the nightmarish toulousienne (fuck, did that really happen?) mur prefers to peel them straight out of their clothes and enjoy the warm fragrance of their bodies rather than eat his fruit pasteurised and hygiene-wrapped. but not to worry: suzy has a fine willowy body, everything in good proportion on her tall frame, and sweet strokeable skin tone. she’s a lovely woman, and an intelligent one, but from the beginning she is slightly, just ever so slightly, in a hurry.

superb oral - your correspondent has had some fine blowjobs recently. deep-throating, her teeth close gently at the base of muri’s cock, and he loves that sensation. of course some men find this a turn-off and others are frightened, nein, herr doktor freud? – but it reminds mur of an inexperienced girlfriend in… 1972 ? ..73 ? where are you now, jennifer, a fat materfamilias? do your teeth still… ...?

back in september 2004, suzy is in the saddle as cowgirl of the month, and she shows her experience and tenderness - sensing that if she rides too hard there will be a premature explosion, she brings her stallion to the edge three or four times, then relaxes the pace. mur then does likewise, taking her from the rear, and turning her over for the glorious finish. he wants to kiss her as he reaches for heaven, but this she will not allow. nevertheless, here comes the joy of a magnificent orgasm, for her pussy is perfect: hot, wet but tight, and clenching hard on muri as he launches his sperm. conversation afterwards is half in portuguese, half in english of which she has a fair command. the hint of hurry is explained - her shift is ending and she has to pick up her son. she works 11 to 4, and a new group of girls comes on to do the night shift. a sweet talented woman, 28 or so, and one to whom mur will return, some long lunch-hour. or will he go for the late, late show one night, like zé d?

either way, this is a serious sex establishment, and mur joins his recommendation to zé’s.

€100 for an hour, not easy to find without the accurate directions in zé's post.

I'm sorry to break the flow of the recent posts, but I just wanted to compliment the Lisbon mongers as some of the most literate I've seen using this forum. Keep up the good work. Your posts are quite poetic and they help keep a lonely guy warm during the cold winters in Alaska.

incident in the office

(apologies for ‘blogging’ all over this board. in fact there is some hard mongering data here: skip to the penultimate paragraph if that is all you seek)

there’s a lovely woman at work, mentioned in an earlier post, a cashier-secretary. she has a charming-not-glamorous thin pale freckly face; hazel eyes, nice teeth, long copper-colour hair, and a petite curved slender body that sometimes tops the bill in mur’s erotic daydreams when lori is ‘off duty’. right now she’s resplendent in mini-t-shirts, showing back, bra strap, shoulder and flat midriff, all tanned to light mocha – and tight pink or black jeans showcasing a butt to sigh, cry and die for, which stands proud on her shapely legs, thanks to heels that set her taller than her male colleagues (not difficult). a botticelli girl, for those of you who visit art galleries between shagging sessions.

she got married in may, aged 27. her body remains that of a 17 year old, and she’s still at the stage of this relationship where the sex is non-stop. she often arrives in the morning with a delicious fragrance of fresh fucking hovering around her like an erotic aura. this is a relaxed friendly workplace but not the kind where sex chatter and banter are always flying around. muri would not permit that. the guys sometimes flirt a little; she teases sweetly back, but always within the limits of decorum. she regards mur as a nice fatherly old dear, and for his part he treats her with affectionate, scrupulous respect and frankly feels a tad guilty when he catches himself dreaming of peeling down those tight trousers.

monday, muri was bent over a colleague’s pc, examining a dismal spreadsheet. drowning in excel ennui, he was also tuning in to a conversation across the room. two men, a colleague and a visitor, were discussing prostitution. ana (we shall call her) was at her own workstation, pecking the keyboard with pretty polished nails, her new ring winking on an exquisite finger.

mur caught the essence of the conversation (in english). it was “once a prostitute, always a prostitute, how can you ever respect a girl who’s been a wh*re, how can a man dip his cock where so many others have spunked, once a girl starts opening her legs for anybody she’ll be doing it all her life, any deluded fucker who falls in love with an ex-pro will get the cuckolding he deserves, etc etc”.

and the stranger came out with the eternally stupid cliché: “i’ve never needed to pay for it, i’ve got a real life, a guy who pays for sex is a sad sack, i always shagged for free and now i’m married i’ve got everything i want at home, believe me.” with more drivel to the same effect, a foolish conceited smirk on his face. like saying that because you know how to cook at home, you’ll never go spending your money in a restaurant.

purse your lips and stay cool and professional, muri, there is no point getting involved, so concentrate on that spreadsheet. if they do not stop in five minutes, ask them politely to get on with their jobs, meanwhile do not enter the fray…

but it was ana who erupted. she swivelled on her chair so hard it moved into the middle of the room and she said (very fast in portuguese, so this is a rough translation),

“men are such liars and hypocrites! how dare you disrespect a girl who does prostitution? a woman has a right to do what she wants with her body and if men want to buy sex why shouldn’t she offer? she doesn’t degrade herself, it’s you guys who degrade yourselves by talking shit. and don’t go like ‘i’ve never paid for it’, that’s the biggest mountain of shit of all, because every man has paid for it, at some time or another, every single one of you, why do you think there are thousands of prostitutes in lisbon, it could be your wife or your sister, your girlfriend, you wouldn’t even know, you’re so sure of yourselves, they’re just ordinary women and sure, they do sex for money, there are millions of other people earning money in criminal ways, cruel ways, so leave these women in peace, the reason you despise them is because you’re secretly wanting to be doing ‘broches’ for money yourselves, and i repeat - all men have paid! even ***** (murilloa’s real name) has probably paid for it some time or another…!”

these last words were uttered more quietly, almost sadly, looking into muri’s eyes.

‘even *****’!!

if only she knew!

first reaction was, how ironic, that because he is quiet, reserved and cultured, (yeah, and old and tubby) muri should be regarded as the most unlikely monger on the block. then he thinks, ‘holy shit! has she seen me somewhere and this is her way of reproaching me?’ a gorgeous complicated moment.

ana was livid, she had just been racked by a kind of anger-orgasm, her face mottled red-and-white, her chest blushing angrily, a blue vein throbbing in her neck, her lovely firm breasts heaving inside her pale blue top. a tiny jewel of perspiration showed on her upper lip as she looked at mur. he had to grit his teeth and clench his fists, repressing his hot desire to take one stride across the room and lick it off with the tip of his tongue before thrusting it into her mouth. a wonderful sight, this beautiful, fully aroused woman. but why, he will always wonder, why did the subject annoy her so much? is it possible that she…? …another idea to be driven straight underground.

during a five-second freeze, the guys looked dumbly at each other as if to complain, “what’s got into her?” then ana came down from her passion, hung her lovely head of hair, mumbled “disculp’-lá” – “sorry”, and turned round pretending to work, rising a minute later for a protracted visit to the bathroom. later she and colleague could be seen exchanging friendly apologies. she made two transparent attempts to get muri on his own, doubtless to apologise for including him in her ‘j’accuse’ tirade; but he avoided the occasion and left early. it was just too dangerous - alone with her, his british reserve would crack and he would kneel down on the floor sobbing, “adorable ana, if you have ever sold your body, i still respect you, in fact i love you, and i confess that i have indeed consorted with prostitutes once or twice in my humble life, but i have never abused or degraded them, and now please, i beg you, let me unfasten the straps of your sandals with my teeth.”

off to the ‘suiça’, where two cerveijas and a cigarette, the first smoke since england vs portugal, were required to stabilise the system before moving on to calçada do garçia, 7, third floor. here, €30 purchased the company of a very recommendable, firm young plumpish morena, renata - prounounced ‘hinata’, for the lady is an amerindian-type from belo horizonte, brazil. slow strip with hands wandering everywhere, expert hand job with varied pace and motion, clever covered bj and three positions, explosion in ‘doggie’ with that ample rear writhing on the end of the spurting rod. great value for money, and mur left a tip.

but it was not of renata he thought as he walked home in the evening sun. nor did his mind turn to renata as he soaped his veteran equipment in the shower. nor was he dreaming of renata when he woke in the small hours with a familiar friend pushing up the duvet…

Rua Agostinho Neto, Lote 9, 8th floor, Letter B

A big thank you to Zé Duron for that most informative post of his on how to reach that adress.

Went there last week, 8pm. Door was opened by a petite blonde who acts as the resident mama-san.

Three girls available: a stocky brunette, a thin fake-blonde mulatta, and a short, reddish-hair Portuguese (from Setubal she said) by the name of Mariza.

i) The premises: The area is quiet and discreet, not far from the airport, as previously reported. The appartment itself is way way clean, be it the sitting room, bath, floors, room or sheets. You are charmantly offered a drink. You could be visiting a friend in view of the atmosphere.

ii) I settled for Mariza for EUR 100 for an "anything goes" 1 hr session. Nice smile, straight looker. The deed was somewhat mechanic, no kissing, nothing special. A nice massage after the first pop. A second pop was possible, but my little friend was not up to further action, so I left.

Executive report:I shall definitely come back. Girls are not model types, nor are expected to. As always in the hobby, and was my case with Mariza, YMMV.

Best of luck.

(sorry I had post this report in a wrong group)

Hi gentlemen,

Thank you for keeping this Lisbon page so lively.

I went back to Lisboa last week and instead of going to overpriced clubs, Elefante and others as previous times, I followed your advise and paid a visit to Largo São Sebastião da Pedreira.

It was a wednesday, 11:00pm. At this time there are few options as the upper places are generally closed. Patricia, tall, fake blonde Brasilian, opened the door in a kinky fil dental. She has a round butt, small tits, and may be half italian, half german as she said. She was one of the two girls available. The other one was a short mulata without grace or simply sleepy, then I opted for the receptionnist. Just arriving from the airport, I was into BJ rather than full exercise. 50 euros for 30/40 minutes, would have been 75 for an hour apparently. After a short chit chat, she went to a pretty good BBBJ and brought me to completion, CIM and tits, then a friendly massage, always with a nice smile. Nice attitude, kind maneers, all in all a nice girl.

I like these small family run like private casas, but I'd like as well to find a luxury place with a pool surrounded by nice and eager to serve girls, le genre of some clubs in RDJ or SP. Did anyone already hear about?

Um abraço.

This week, as luck would have it, LM found himself in a meeting just around the corner from 158 Almirante Reis basement, and having promised himself not to squander all his money doing dubious acts to equally dubious ladies, LM walked past the door of many delights and headed for the subway, all the while humming to himself the American civil rights anthem, “We shall overcome”. Alas, as the train pulled out of the tunnel as it approached Campo Grande station, he looked up and saw the Lumiar apartment and quickly changed his tune to, "We shall come over”.

Making his way out of the station he took the Museu da Cidade exit, turned left following the overhead railway which he crossed underneath at the first intersection to find Rua Agostinho Neto going slightly uphill and curving to the right to the Millenium sign, and finally Lote 9, 8th floor, Letter B.

On the menu that day was Anabela, the one who had fu**ed him into amnesia last week, a tall elegant strawberry blonde named Suzy (which I believe our colleague Muri already partook) and a stocky Portuguese brunette whose name escapes him. Once again he chose Anabela and the rest basically repeated the wild GFE of their first encounter. After a friendly chat and shower, Dra Jekyll turned into Ms Hyde the porno queen and once again tongued, sucked, rimmed and rode her way into his fondest memories. Later, as he kissed her good bye, it occurred to him that one day, when he would reflect back on the highlights of his life, Anabela would surely bring on a chuckle thanks to Zé.

As the subway pulled out of Campo Grande Station LM could see the Lumiar apartment looming over the trees and couldn’t help but wonder if he would come back again. Like the hero in a Spaghetti Western, he knew that he was destined to ride alone into the sunset, forever condemned to search for the next great adventure (read “lay”). Perhaps it was time to find a mullata, for old time’s sake (LM formerly lived in Johannesburg), Muri, any recommendations?

Abraço

LM

Hi guys!

As this is my 1st post, I'll just ask if someone as visited any of these places:

w20A. Chinesas. Lindas. Sensuais. Excitantes. Saldanha. 968583605;

09/21H. Orientais Meninas Jasmim. Massagem Relax. TM. 965481036

00-00H. A Telheiras; Senhora Loirissima; Olhos Azuis; Rechonchuda. Tia Assumida! Particular. Tm. 961664071;

962855977. Orientais! Massagem! Tipo Macau! Tailandia! Sem Pressa! Roma.

Loirinha! Pequenina. Oral natural! Depiladinha. Parede. Tm/967772641

Benfica. Menina. Portuguesinha. pequenina. 18A. Inesperiente. Tm. 967710782

007. Algés. Menina. Pequenina. Completa. Oral. Sem. TM. 967017758

If so, would you please be so kind to inform on the prices and services offered?

Thanks

P.S. - Sorry for the long post!

Hi guys,

After a long search for that special place, I found it! At last.

It’s an apartment in braga that I’ve tried 3 times already. And what’s special and different about this house?

In the several phone calls I made the girl that answers it’s always very smooth and sensual.

The first time I went there the indications that the girl provide me were clear and easy to find, near Feira Nova. I was received by the same girl that answers the phone call and direct me to the living girl, were the owner of the house (a lady with 40 years) explain me the rules of the house, especially the rule that no john crosses with an other inside the house, so they could keep all contacts and existence anonymous.
After a small but good conversation she explains me that I must go to a room to choose one of the girls, and I follow her.

Inside the room she explain me that the girls would enter one by one and the Madame explains the goods and bads about each one of them. There were, at the time, 4 girls available. 3 Brazilian and one Portuguese, and all very good looking (7 or 8), except one(2 of them provided anal jobs). The lady noticed that I became undecided and propose that I tried the wildest of them. A small girl (1,65cm) but very frisky. She came in and we took a shower together with a hand job, included. After the shower she asked me what i would like to drink?
She went outside to bring the drink and at the same time I was drinking a martini she start to give me a long blow job. I have a smoke and a drink during this. Nice!

After I started do fingering her and she insisted that I do that more vigorously!!

I asked her what was her favourite position and immediately she lay in all four. That girl was moaning all over the place (very loud) and excited me even more. We stay in position for at least a good 10 minutes. After that we stopped for a while so she could get me another drink and when came in explain me that one of the other girl was very curious and liked to join us??

I asked the price for the 2 of them – 100€. I accepted.

I spend one of the most exciting afternoons I remember and I stayed there for 2.30 h. Believe if you want – 2 hours of interrupted sex with a cum shot all over them (they asked for it) – They were wild and very friendly.

A time to remember.

Now the facts:

“Belesas Femininas..
Portuguesas e tropicais..
-Show lesbico real.
-Massagens completas.
-Casais.
-Sado-masoquismo.
-Acessorios..
Somos cinco sereias muito bem apresentadas..
Meigas e brincalhonas..
A consulta e compreendida como:
Banhos, relação normal e oral...
massagens corporal.
Videos, uma bebida e o tempo que for necessario,segunda oportunidade.
Em nosso apartamento com maxima higiene, sigilo e discrição.
Com atendimento personalizado desde a recepção ate o fim dos nossos serviços..
Estamos a seu dispor:
Segunda a sexta-feira das 10:00 as 02:00 e sabados das 14:00 as 19.00
Tambem domicilios so hoteis moteis e residenciais..
964466617
919151525”

LM

That was a lovely (hilarious! and useful) report!!! Truly enjoyed reading every word of it :) Keep up the good work!

Thanks!

962855977. Orientais! Massagem! Tipo Macau! Tailandia! Sem Pressa! Roma.

Member 2786 wants to know if we have been there.

Muri has. Avenida Roma, corner with Avenida Estados Unidos, sixties apartment block.

Got to the seventh floor of this scuzzy building with its grafitti-covered hall-entrance smelling of drains, a slum in the making behind a nondescript urban facade.

Getting out of the lift realised that this place had already been the subject of an unfavourable report from a colleague monger.

(Spud, back in August) Hey, where are you these days, Spud?

Too late to turn back, paid €50 and fucked a thirty-something Chinese woman who made acting ooh-ahh noises and clearly wanted the performance over in five minutes.

Which it was.

Just like the worst Romanian SW experience, except twice the price.

Don't go there.

Mur

member 2786. get yourself a real name and tell us where you have been. This board is the work of many distinguished gentlemen, but has only scratched the surface of the Lisbon scene. Get out there and tell us something we need to know!