Lisbon

The search for Cristal took Mur round the suburbs and he found two cheap places. He had thought that along the Cascais railway, where wealthier mongers dwell, there is nothing under €50. But two houses offered good sex at bargain prices.

First, curiosity tempted him to this ad:

Parede... Quatro Meninas... Novidades... 25 Prendinhas... Tm.965044376; Tm.912870527

Turned out to be a long way from Parede station, in an ends-of-the-earth place called Zambujal, Rua da Cidade de Coimbra, 284. The taxista had to consult his map twice, but eventually reached a respectable clean house, where four young Brazilian ladies paraded. He (Muri, not the taxista) selected the youngest, little Juliana, reddish-blonde curly hair, a dark birthmark on her chin disfiguring an otherwise pretty face, a neat petite body. Said she was 18, probably not much older, although her Caesarean scar was evidence of childbirth. Or maybe not – Mur is beginning to suspect that Brazilian chicks are born with Caesarean scars these days. Be that as it may, this one gave a fine zestful performance, well worth the €30 paid (the ad is ‘beguiling’, well, deceptive, because €25 is oral only, the full menu is €30. An excellent experience, another little gem from Minas Gerais. But this place is well off the map. Leaving, Mur decided to walk to the station, following his sense of direction downhill to the sea. Night was falling, and the stray dogs and teenagers looked suspiciously at the middle-aged business-suited foreigner making his way through their strange, half new, half rural-slum bairro.

Another ad:

Carcavelos... 24H... Brasileiras... Desinibidas... 30 Beijinhos... Tm.968167720

Well, Muri wanted Cristal, but for the time being this would have to do. He was directed by phone to another place he’s never seen, Palmeiras shopping centre, two ugly brown fifteen-storey towers with a mall on the lower floors, five minutes from Carcavelos station. There he had to proceed to the Pingo Doce supermarket and ring again. Quinta das Palmeiras, 35 1st floor Esquerdo. ‘Quinta das Palmeiras’ – Palm tree farm, well forget it, this is a fuckin’ enormous housing complex full of small dark apartments like the one where a classic firm rounded Amerindian gave an invigorating workout with hands, mouth and tight pussy. She actually apologised at first for being on her own, said her friend had just gone to the supermarket, would Muri like to wait? No, he would like to fuck, and did so with pleasure, but before he left, the other girl returned. Mur was introduced and promised to come back to sample her, the kind of promise a gentlemen just has to keep even if he is really in L*** with someone else.

Having tried to stick to mongering information, Mur will just relate the gastronomic sequel. He wandered back into the shopping centre, thinking of beer and food. After two imperiais at a tiny bar he went up an escalator to look for restaurants on the second floor. Fucked out and hungry, he didn’t expect much more than a good wholesome cheap Portuguese meal… so his joy and surprise were great when the first eatery he saw was… a Japanese place. The real thing, as it turned out, with a mighty plate of Sushi rounding off Muri’s day of sensual indulgence. The meal cost more than the girl… but that’s the unpredictability of mongering.

Now Cristal, where are you hiding? Would you like to eat sushi with Muri? Be his guest – but he will eat you first.

Boa noite, gentlemen,
Mur

Hi folks and let´s hope that we can meet on Saturday

Let´s say around 18h30 and 19h00 at Portugália.
I will be standing at the bartrens in the foyer of this silly but nice traditional portuguese Beer house.

To make myself recognisable I will be wearing a green Jacket without sleeves

Show up and whoever misses this strating point shall be banned from all great massage parlours forever and ever!

I will have a later meeting around 23H00 but this gives the meeting gentlemen some time for beer and some investigation!
The place around the corner? Avenida Marquês de Tomar? Lumiar? São Sebastião? Miguel Bombarda? Alves Redol? Wherever!

Show up folks, because it´s Xmas

...but where one or two are gathered together, there's a chapter of the local mongering fraternity. It was just Muri and Zé Duron, longtime contributors to the forum, who met up at Portugalia. The bar has never looked so squalid, but conversation and beer flowed agreeably until it was time to go hunting.

First to the Brazil house across the street. Not good enough. Those who go a-whoring with Zé, be warned that here is a gentlemen with demanding tastes and standards. But he charmed the mama-san, Juliana, who looked at one point as if she might just slide to the floor and give Zé a free blowjob. Instead she parted with her business card, giving the gentlemen to understand that a future freelance opportunity is not out of the question.

Next, into Zé's car, and a fine performance, roaring us through the Lisbon streets with one hand on the wheel, while the other rang to announce our impending visit to houses of pleasure:

Zé: To whom do I have the honour of speaking?
Voice: To Bia
Zé: Beautiful Bia, a very good evening to you and to the lovely creatures with whom you dwell. Two cavaliers of impeccable taste and discretion salute you, we are approaching your castle upon our powerful *****horse, and we seek news of the princesses who abide in your boudoirs.
Bia: There are four meninas, your magnificence.

Thus the call to Miguel Bombarda, and another to São Sebastião was similar. First to Miguel Bombarda. Bia turns out to be the obese but friendly Mama-san mentioned in Muri's earlier report. She could only offer two chicas. Mur and Zé agreed that number one was a 'possible', number two quite out of the question. Bia herself was once again keen to insist that she was available, but... well, undoubtedly she is a lovely human being with a higher degree in Philosophy, but her body is a minority taste.

So two blocks' walk, and at S.Sebastião, four Brazilians were lined up. Muri now had to choose and fuck. He had made a pact with the Devil that he would get expertly serviced tonight as long as he returned home early - arrive after 2300, and he would be dragged to the fiery pit of hell. So he opted for the lady who had opened the door, Marisa.

Zé found nothing suitable and said farewell, telling Marisa to give Muri a full workout, and expressing his intention to make for Alves Redol and give Cindy an unforgettable riding lesson.

Marisa is a statuesque dirty-looking reddish-blonde, big bottom, smaller breasts but with hard perky nipples pushing through her lingerie. She obeyed Zé's instructions, doing an excellent job. Natural BJ was followed by three positions, and although this took twenty minutes, she then offered a massage, delivered with sweet skill, and then as a real bonus, asked "if I give him a few more beijinhos, maybe we could play again?" She did, and we did. Two shots for €50 - she didn't ask for more cash but Mur naturally gave a tip and will be back...no beauty, but a nice girl with a heart as big as her bottom, and a tight lively pussy.

Meanwhile...? We await Zé's report, hoping that he did not suffer a stroke or heart attack in the arms of Cindy, the Algarve's very own 'tarada sexual'.

Great evening, Zé - to be repeated.
Mur

Hi folks and let me tell you:
The meeting, I mean the gathering of two humble hunting riders can only be considered a fortunate coincidence, as most of this boards readers and posters prefered to duck in their heads and stay home instead of accepting the challenge.

Mur of course, as a rightous british man of honour showed up and I can only tell you that I am a lucky monger that has finally met the most honourable guest this city has accepted since Lord Byron.

As you might read in Muri´s post, the beer got us chilling out, talking about this and that, chatting about soccer, girls and whatever came to our dirty but intelligent minds.

The reception at the Brazilian Bikini House was nice but the availability of chicas was poor and so we will have to meet some other day a bit sooner.

The petit blond at Miguel Bombarda was reasonable and I liked Maria Clara´s boobs at Largo São Sebastião but then again I decided to flip over to look for Cindy at Rua Alves Redol. BUt as my car was parked just over Avenida Marques de Tomar Nº 5, 1st floor I decided to see if any of the girls form [url]www.portalprivado.com[/url] were available. This internetsite claims to post only real pictures and I can reasure you that this is right so far as I have seen about 5 of the girls. I chose Bia, a Portuguese dark skinned (but white) girld. She has some wild beautiful hair. Her perfomance was good altough the show was over after one long performance. I payed 100 euros can say that I fucked another very good looking chica, unfortunately I did not have the time to try her big ass, but her handless long and deep sucking performance was smoth and brilliant, a real bonus. She let´s you play a lot and you can stick your fingers and dick wherever it pleases you.

So this is the story of the first public WSG meeting.

There will be more! We will prevail!
Thanx Muri for excellent companionship

I'd like to ask you if could post a report of the other girls you tasted form this site.
Thank you...


[QUOTE=Zé Duron]Hi folks and let me tell you:
The meeting, I mean the gathering of two humble hunting riders can only be considered a fortunate coincidence, as most of this boards readers and posters prefered to duck in their heads and stay home instead of accepting the challenge.

Mur of course, as a rightous british man of honour showed up and I can only tell you that I am a lucky monger that has finally met the most honourable guest this city has accepted since Lord Byron.

As you might read in Muri´s post, the beer got us chilling out, talking about this and that, chatting about soccer, girls and whatever came to our dirty but intelligent minds.

The reception at the Brazilian Bikini House was nice but the availability of chicas was poor and so we will have to meet some other day a bit sooner.

The petit blond at Miguel Bombarda was reasonable and I liked Maria Clara´s boobs at Largo São Sebastião but then again I decided to flip over to look for Cindy at Rua Alves Redol. BUt as my car was parked just over Avenida Marques de Tomar Nº 5, 1st floor I decided to see if any of the girls form [url]www.portalprivado.com[/url] were available. This internetsite claims to post only real pictures and I can reasure you that this is right so far as I have seen about 5 of the girls. I chose Bia, a Portuguese dark skinned (but white) girld. She has some wild beautiful hair. Her perfomance was good altough the show was over after one long performance. I payed 100 euros can say that I fucked another very good looking chica, unfortunately I did not have the time to try her big ass, but her handless long and deep sucking performance was smoth and brilliant, a real bonus. She let´s you play a lot and you can stick your fingers and dick wherever it pleases you.

So this is the story of the first public WSG meeting.

There will be more! We will prevail!
Thanx Muri for excellent companionship[/QUOTE]

Marta's gone. Called the phone number and a guy picked up the phone, saying when I asked for her (I just asked him, I do miss the girl), "this is surely the wrong number you dialed". It wasn't. Oh well. Cristal's gone too, right Murilloa? You know, I called several ads in Correio da Manhã that could possibly point to someone like her, both in Carcavelos and Parede, to see if I could be of help to you, but to no avail -- it was always some Brazilian girl picking up the phone.

They are serving in restaurants (and that's pratically the only way to have decent service in a Portuguese restaurant these days, when the Brazilians are in charge), they are mopping the floors, and they are now providing the bulk of the sexual services available in the nation. It is in the sexual services part of this equation that I have time and again been direly disappointed.

Oh yeah, bad day. Awful day, in fact. I ended up in the SSP floor, as I have been served there with some consistency, but as I required bbbjtc and anal this time, the only 2 girls available were Maria Clara (who is Portuguese) and Daniela. I wasn't attracted to Maria Clara (but probably should...) so I went with the other one. She was not very atractive, as well, but most of the time, the girls compensate that with their attitudes. Not this time, not at all. Too bloody mechanical, too impersonal, no "customer care" at all.

I have not been much into the hobby as I am lacking the funds, so today this was particularly painful. I never got better than acceptable service from the Brazilian bunch. Every memorable experience I can remember was with Portuguese girls. I can't understand all these guys going to Brazil to have sex (never been there myself), what to they possibly get there? All the best girls are in the clubs, the apartments and the streets over here making euros by the half-hour and they are really nothing special... or maybe I'm missing something big and can't figure that out yet. In this regard, I am probably a bit like Gatsby, believing in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us, so I beat on, boat against the current, and I spend precious money very badly. Maybe one day some nice Brazilian girl will prove me spectacularly wrong. But I am seriously starting to doubt it.

Actually, based on what I know, if I ever get a chance to go to South America, I will certainly put Argentina ahead of Brazil any day.

Anyway, thanks in large measure to this forum, I have now a good grasp on the geography of pleasure of the city. Not so much in the sense that it has its ups and downs, but more in the knowledge, as I drive pass some neighbourdhood, of the titilating possibilities lurking behind certain doors and windows. It is a different take on the old places and in the whole, it is, hum, arousing.

Season Greetings.

Hi everybody,

I was in Lisbon for work and was just looking forward to go to Almirante Reis 158, where I had a nice experience some time ago. I had arrived late in the evening, so dropped my stuff at the hotel and off I go. What a sad surprise! No answer at the door!!! It was about 10,30 and I thought they would still be there! Have they left the place or was I just unlucky? did not feel like experiencing new places at such a late hour so I just went sadly back to the hotel. O great Muir, let me know what was the reason of this bad experience!

Thanks

The girl formerly known as Vitória (from SSP) goes now for the name of Cátia and is trying to make a more independent living from an apartment in Algés, which she is sharing with another girl, who goes by the name of Vanessa. Their numbers are 968 544 821 and 968 649 448. They charge 40 euros for 30 minutos, 75 euros for one hour.

In this latest venture, Cátia professes to offer full service. In fact, I had a blowjob, which now she provides without cover, and then I daty and then we had sex in a missionary position. That was all. It was ecstatic. It was worth every cent of the 40 euros and then some more.

Yes, the facts gone out of the way, I can start to concetrate on the important stuff.

As I was on top of that delightful piece of ass, thinking that life can be great after all, I remembered wise words from a North-american reverend ("With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope"). Sometimes, like I told in my last last contribution, life's a lemon and one wants the money back. Other times, such as this, a glorious surprise can change the whole perspective in a snap.

Which brings me to Lazarus Long observation that "a ***** should be judged by the same criteria as other professionals offering services for pay -- such as dentists, lawyers, hairdressers, physicians, plumbers, etc. Is she professionally competent? Does she give good measure? Is she honest with her clients? It is possible that the percentage of honest and competent *****s is higher than that of plumbers and much higher than that of lawyers. And enormously higher than that of professors."

This girl is beautifull and has a wonderful attitude throughout. She deserves praise and respect.

Final remark: Portuguesas forever!

It would not be polite to abandon Lisbon for another trip to the grey north without leaving behind an efficient report and some hard detail on a new place. Here it is:

Another business lunch at the Saldanha Atrium, a place that always stirs lustful instincts. Sure, name a place that doesn't.

With some spare cash floating around, it seemed the natural thing to do, to ease downhill to the Adonis club. But once he'd hit the street, Mur remembered that the municipal authorities are staging a re run of the First World War at the Marquês de Pombal. No doubt the tunnel will eventually solve traffic problems, but as a pedestrian Mur was daunted by the machines, noise, mud, wire and trenches. Faithful Correio da M was at hand with;

Meninas Jovens Celia e Paula, lindas de morrer! Sensuais, atendem ao Forum Picoas. Tm.936204129

Within seconds he was at Avenida Fontes Pereira de Melo which runs from Marquês de Pombal to Saldanha. Number 48B, 7E, entrance next to the sexy Purificación García clothes shop, but ring first because Mur's memory of the exact number may be faulty owing to leakage of brain cells into his scrotum.

The door of this new and smart apartment was opened by a mad, or possibly stoned, middle-aged woman in black fishnets who immediately offered her body to your gallant correspondent. No way. Muri took advantage of the tutorial he had received the previous week from Zé - a masterclass in how to say "no, I'm out of here", but politely, even charmingly. She presented another girl - short, plump, sweaty: no again.

Then Rita. Now, then - a curvaceous coffee-coloured Brasilian in boots. Yes, please.

€80, BBBJ then prolonged fucking with this bulky but active and very fragrant and sweet-natured girl. She was excited enough to come (or nice enough to fake it beautifully). Afterwards she spoke with moving simplicity of her two young daughters in Paraná, the poverty of her early years, the long flight (her first) to Lisbon, and the lies she tells her family about working as a cleaner. No attempt to wring the heart, absolutely no self pity, and no bullshit about hating this job and wanting something respectable. In fact she even said how much she enjoys sex with many men, and that she likes 'nine out of ten' of her clients, who are mostly office types from the area. They fill the house during lunch hour, she says. Just the straightforward post-coital talk of a good kind girl.

So of course Mur left a substantial tip, and recommends this charming 23 year old to his colleagues. To show kindness, but also respect: a quality HH wrote about, thoughtfully, in his last report, only to delete that paragraph later...

More to say about HH in part two, that's if global capitalism gives Muri time to return to the keyboard in the next few hours.

the season of handing giftwrapped booze and chocolate to all and sundry. no idea what harry hymes would like for christmas, but he deserves more than a token of mur's appreciation. not once but twice he responded to the 'cri de coeur' of a man who had lost his favourite prostitute. he sent pms to muri telling him where to find cristal - and although work and stupidity got in the way, mur eventually reached his soft and succulent goal.

962440217. once again a brazilian voice told him to report to pingo doce supermarket in rebelva. not far from carcavelos train station. mur made the journey on foot, and en route he saw some serious police-and-bombeiros shit getting laid down in marianas, the shanty town which gives this part of the linha a little taste of colombia.

once in the car park of rebelva pingo doce, he called again and the same brazil girl remote-controlled him into an apartment building. no point telling the direction and the number, it's hidden away and therefore discreet. just ring.
internet and mobile phones are guilty of several of the horrors of modern life - but they have transformed mongering, for the better.

at this stage muri had no hope - another perfectly acceptable fuck is on the way, he thought, but cristal must have gone for ever. up in the lift to floor five, the door opens, and standing sweetly behind it, her lovely breasts pushed up by a black lacy bra... ...is cristal. mur drops to his knees, thanks god and harry hymes, and then, since he is in that position, licks the firm petite thigh that is peeking through cristal's lingerie robe,

no more details of the sex. hh is absolutely correct when he says that c's performance is basically a conservative one, but she is a beautiful beautiful woman. just before they turn off his life support machine in the year 2045, mur's last memory will be of cristal standing up on the bed above him looking so shapely, and so tiny, and lowering herself on to his sucked-to-diamond-hardness cock, while her blue eyes gleam with lust.

it's december 17th. if only there were time to review the whole year, the way the newspapers do. but certainly today's was one of the best fucks of muri's year.

and there will be no more in 2004, because we are going to the uk, not for business, lori, and parties, but for a spell in sex prison. ho, ho, ho, mur has bought presents for his niece and nephew and will be a jolly santa. in fact nephew is now 13, the hormones are moving in, and probably his idea of a good christmas present would be cristal as mur saw her today, high heels, black nylon, two sets of soft pink lips and her lovely hair pinned up on her head...

but this is not the british way. if mur were an argentine uncle, it would be part of his duty to take nephew to a good *****house to get safely and healthily deflowered. but in england such a suggestion would split the family. so nephew will get a volume of edifying reading instead. lucky dog, with life, lust and literature spreading before him like a new unconquered continent.

but for all of us, of all ages, the future can hold joy - especially with colleagues around like zé and hh.

to them, to all the world's mongers, and most of all, our lovely ladies,
a happy christmas

from
mur

ps back in portugal on jan 5th. first project, alges and vitória.

The CM ad stated: Gabriela 18 anos, atrevida, busto 48, bela espanholada, corpinho perfeito, desinibida (in English, this means more or less: 18 years old, daring, chest 48 cm, will use big tits to rub yours truly, perfect body, full service).

On the phone, the girl professed to offer full service and bbbj, one hour of her time and the possibility of two rounds, time allowing. All for 40 euros.

I know that if something seems too good to be true, it most likely is not true. Even so, I ultimately decided to give it a try.

The girl is indeed young and nice and receives one with a big, bright smile. Her body is also great, big breasts.

The one hour allowance and the second round turned out to be flat out lies. The bbbj was indeed provided, sort of, but only grudgingly and only after a 6 minutes lecture on the dangers of mouth carried STDs. Couldn’t believe.

With the (for me) absolutely basic premise of honesty and frankness in jeopardy, the rest was already spoiled I guess. Anyway, she rushed through things throughout and after I came, made it clear that there would not be any second round and that as a rule, it does not actually exist.

She also presented me with some comment about the Portuguese (she’s been here for about 2 years, she told me) being a bunch of “ranhosos”.

Unhappy and miserable girl with a fragile self-consciousness, I suppose, just wanting to make fast money as a pro.

There were some positive points. She didn’t close her eyes during intercourse, which is how it should be, smiled, and the sex was somewhat inventive.

So maybe in the end it was just me and my ever deepening prejudice about Brazilian girls.

Anyway, FWIW, I do not recommend this one.

Rua Rep Bolivia, 3 - 3°A in Benfica (968 022 576).

So, it seems that I am the only one still on the game (or at least reporting on it).

This is probably my last post this year, unfortunately. I was trying to end the year on a high note (i.e., an encounter with Cátia/ex-Vitória), but the girl has vanished (second time in a row I find a fantastic girl and she disappears on me). I’m hoping she’s just on a (hopefully small) vacation.

I’m closing this post with the comments about “respect” Murilloa mentions in another contribution.

Before that, I have two lines of thought to share.

For starters, the girls of the year were Vanda, Vanessa, Marta and Cátia.

I wrote about Vanda (916 240 702) sometime ago. I still see her once in a while and she never disappointed nor has gone missing. I do find her attractive and very nice, a girl that’s a pleasure to be with, but in this case I have no doubt that YMMV. The sex is adventurous and fun. As a rule I pay her between 50 euros for 30 minutes and 100 euros for one hour plus the cost of the room, but that’s because I believe she’s worth it. She’ll probably go for less. To meet her is a bit tricky, as she currently “escorts” on a strictly part-time basis, is hardly available at nights, seldom has her phone on and normally doesn’t have credit on it. So, it goes like this: I call her and normally have to leave her a message; she’ll call back from some other number than hers which should not be used for calling her back and leaves a message. Then, I’ll call her again to her number and she’ll pick the phone. And we agree on an appointment for the same day or the next day.

Vanessa (964 317 422 ) is another case. She’s a SW from Rodrigo da Fonseca, a beautiful mulata (or morena or whatever) whose parents are from Angola, or so I seem to remember. She’s awful in bed (actually it is difficult to take her to a room and there, her attitude will be as much as possible of the DFE variety). What she does extremely well is to give head. Best blowjobs I ever had. If you go with her and know about someone better than her at prices I can afford, LET ME KNOW! She charges 15 euros (or is it 20?) for a BBBJTC, as a rule I pay her a total of 30 for her to swallow. Note that she only works nights, after 11.30 pm, and will do it in your car. As she normally has her body full of some cream, her seat will get stained and smelly (nice smell, but it sticks). So, be warned.

Marta and Cátia (ex-Vitória from SSP) are also young and beautiful and I have no idea where any of them is right now. Cátia was probably the better of the two and I have to hope she’ll be back. If she is, I’ll be there in an instant. Full service, great company and a fantastic attitude for a great price, one has to love this girl. Where are you, my dear?

On another note, if you cherish beauty (at prices that although arguably high are within the financial capabilities of a middle class monger), the girls to focus on are Cristal (962 440 217, currently in Carcavelos, Muri’s Muse) and Nádia (969 395 550, Monte Estoril) a smallish seemingly very young, beautiful girl with big tits (she’s with Roberta, a big Brazilian girl I wrote about some time ago and who was in Alcântara). In both cases, strictly covered half and half for 50 euros.

I did find a Brazilian woman whom I can recommend. She’s not pretty by any stretch of the imagination, though. Her name is Clara (963 370 189), she must be in her late thirties and she’s not attractive. She has been living in Portugal for five years (which probably accounts for something in her attitude) having been forced to resource to sex as a way of life for the last 2 years (as she told me). Nice, honest and competent and receives at her home in Parede. If you ever find a Brazilian girl like Clara only younger and beautiful or at least pleasant, a girl to whom a BBBJ is not a full blown telenovela drama and whose ass is available, let me know.

About respect: “Lack of respect though less aggressive than an outright insult can take an equally wounding form. No insult is offered to another person, but neither is recognition extended; he or she is not seen–as full human being whose presence matters. When a society treats the mass of people in this way, singling out only a few for recognition, it creates a scarcity of respect, as though there were not enough of this precious substance to go around. Like many famines, this scarcity is man-made; unlike food, respect costs nothing. Why then should it be in short supply?” (this is from Richard Sennett's last book)

Lack of respect for one another is of course one of the bigger problems in this country.

Hello "companheiros" (it's like partners in Portuguese),

Before the end of the year, I would not like to leave you without news about me, or simple to make a last test drive of the year. To be sincere this my first visit to an "apartamento" since may or June, since the retirement of super Carina from Areeiro.

The reports about this fantastic blond, were great, who have doubts about the choices of guru Muri? So, I planned a visit to carcavelos ... made an appointment (she's very busy), waited for about 10 minutes (she was probably sleeping! lol). There she was, nice boobs, blond, with to much make-up, and for me, too skinny. But I was already there, so lets try, and see what this young girl (around 25, not 18 or 19) can do. It was a nice starting, no bbbj, I loved to play with her tits, and so on. So, I want to taste her "birdy", and for my surprise she tells me: "No clitoris não, que eu não gosto" (Not in the clitoris, that I don't like), what? what a fuck? do you believe on that, why? keep going, so no mood for more play, the girl jumped on the top of me (cowgirl), nice position to fuck, taste her nipples, grab the tits or the ass, a few jumps, and she says: "Cuidado que assim aleijas-me, assim doi-me" (Careful, that way you hurt me (in the pussy)), people, I wasn't doing nothing, I was just playing with her bobs, she was doing the rest, indeed she was ridding me slowly. What a fuck? again? I could believe, I'm the last person in the world to hurt a lady, every time, every fuck, I always ask if everything is OK, never, and never, even if the girl is a lousy fuck, I did something to hurt a girl. I was almost giving up, when she tells me that she is too thigh, and if a cock is to large (mine is not greater that 18 cm) she sometimes doesn't feel OK. So after 10 minutes, we pass to a normal "missionary" position, and very, very slowly, I Finnish inside her. No time for chat, I was fucking disappointed with this girl. For me, no repeat.

Muri, not everybody has the some tastes, but I will keep fowling your advices for sure.

For you all, a really fucking great superb hot enormous new year, with everything of the best.

Your pal, Spud

Slow is nice. Slower is nicer. I hate when they just rush through it. Very very slowly with Cristal below, knowing beforehand, as anyone reading the posts would know, what to expect, must surely be heavenly.

Another place to avoid: Av Uruguay 12. Sandrinha (ad on PortalPrivado.com, 966 309 801) and colleagues. Colleagues ugly (and for me to say this, believe me they are not atractive). Sandrinha, nice body, not nice face (at all), wrong attitude (she just isn't into it). 40 euros for up to 40 minutes, or so I was said, but it isn't true, including anal.

muri’s spell in sex prison ends a whole week ahead of schedule. someone in scotland yard has discovered his bold plot to bring down the government and establish lori of soho in absolute power. yes. murilloa plans to succeed where napoleon and hitler failed, overthrowing the constitutional monarchy and parliamentary democracy that has stood since 1689, to place the nation in the dainty and skilful hands of a pretty little prostitute from the balkans.

facing such a threat to the established order, the authorities react swiftly and ruthlessly. muri is bundled out of his cell in the small hours of the morning: no time to shave or even to service his morning erection. out to the freezing street, handcuffed, a prison blanket over his head, and into the van, which roars down the motorway, lights flashing and siren screaming, under the menacing december dawn sky. no passport formalities for a dangerous maniac like mur: straight on to the tarmac at heathrow, where british airways flight 502 awaits with engines running.

as soon as the aircraft clears the english coast, clouds disappear and radiant sunlight shows us the frosty fields of brittany, the brilliant blue bay of biscay, the snowcapped peaks of northern spain… somewhere a mile below the port wing, nestle the sweet cities of valladolid and salamanca, where in the glorious late seventies the señoritas took revenge on franco’s memory by offering freebies. ‘ay, gracias, amor’- ‘de nada, m’hijo...’

nostalgic dreams are interrupted as a scottish sadist in a blue uniform makes a blatant attempt to poison muri with a wedge of glutinous pizza. he laughs her to scorn. soon we are banking over cristo rey and the ponte 25 de abril – and just four hours after his prison awakening, murilloa is in sunlit rossio, the heart of lovely lisbon.

a treasury review shows just €50 available for sex, and the released prisoner needs two shots. can you get laid, twice, for €50, in the centre of a european capital city, on december 30th?

sure. just watch muri.

first to rua dos fanquieros, 277, third floor. the dependable caro opens the door. for €20, mur peels her slim brown body out of tight jeans. she complains that business has been slow and that this is her first action of the day. mur replies that he likes virgins, and thus begins a long giggly unhurried and blissful idyll with this thirtysomething who has the body of a teenager and a big furry bush, which has never known the stroke of a razor.

back to the square, for a late lunch of beer, soup, wine and ‘bifana’ for €6. value for money which the inmates of blair’s island fortress can only dream about. and €30 left for round two. let us see who is in the nest at calçada do garcia, 7, 3rd floor. mur goes there by way of the poço, where several portuguese grannies are on duty, and one young romanian with a neat body and a hard, pretty, sulky face which gives ample warning to the prospective monger of the kind of non-service she will provide. come back, irina, from the snows of distant moldova…

what a contrast awaits us on floor three. ‘baby’ is a large, firm glossy black bunny in high white boots and pink lacy lingerie. mur undresses her very slowly, watching in fascination as her huge nipples stiffen and she shows him the coral-pink inside of her shaven pussy... then he rides this big, hard body, enjoying the musky fragrance of her long plaits and the broken english with which this 23 year old angolan beleza encourages him.

it’s almost worth spending a while in sex prison, when release feels like this.

but be warned, mr blair, we have not abandoned our plans to replace your corrupt regime with beauty and honesty…

happy new year to all mongers everywhere,
mur