That sounded like a movie scene
[QUOTE=Surfer500;2504079]Last Thursday and Friday I was like a rabid dog in Centro taking girls upstairs, unmasked, rolling around, and huffing and puffing and pounding on Chicas at the Zona Rosa Hotel in rooms that weren't being dis-infected, and touching multiple surfaces.[/QUOTE]Definitely a comedy jaja.
Report / Announcing on scene
Evening, gentleman. I touched down in Medellin three nights ago. And so far I'm four chicas deep, and tres leches out. I was here summer 2019, but I was only an ISG lurker back then. Well, no more. I signed up, paid my membership (that baby is processing), and now I'm posting. Yup, it's a done deal.
(Early 30's, fit and all that, non white, decent Spanish. Not too cost-sensitive, because the lord has been good to me, what with being a corporate lawyer and all. Now on to business.).
Tuesday: Spa energy fantasia.
In summer 2019, Energy was the first place I hit up after arriving to Medellin monger-fully starved from Cuba. So this time, I had to continue the tradition. I got there at 8:30 pm (they close at 9). The lineup is decent, very decent. A couple made a compelling case, but ultimately I was won over by a certain curly-haired, initially timid diva by the name of Kelly. Prettiness in a pot. 140 k, can't remember.
Well she waddin't too timid after all. Loosened up quickly when we got in. She was eager to get to business, which I didn't like. I had her stay in the lingerie for a bit. She massaged me a little, all good, then she got to hand-massaging the wolf. Now, get used to it folks, but I love me a little hand lovin' down there. So when she asked me if I'm ready for the covered BJ, I told her I'the rather her keep doing what she's doing. And on she went, onward and onward, and she almost had the wolf howling but I told her to stop, and we got to business.
Less interesting from here on, unfortunately. Mechanic city. And what's with the fake moaning? Sweetheart, relax, I know what I'm doing. Anyways, did a couple of positions just to go through the motions, but there was no way I'd reward that performance with a finish. I had her finish me with the hand instead. All good there.
We showered together. Cold water (oh Medellin, how I missed you). I took her whatsapp numero and I hit the exit.
I checked out Lleras just for fun. Had a drink on one of the bars there, smoked a stogie, and called it a night.
Wednesday: Oriental spa Medellin.
Another spot from my summer 2019 exploits. They used to have a rockstar of a gal, Melissa was her name. We were supposed to get dinner last summer before I left Medellin, but I got busy last few days. Anyways, she's not here no mo.
And who's here now? Well I got there around 4, and they only had two available. Some Yaritzka (or something like that), and an Isabel. They were a 5 and a 6, respectively, and I was really put off by the quality. I didn't really fancy tapping into either one of them, so what did I do, walk out? Wrong. Cuatro manos, baby. Both chicks, and just a massage. 160 k.
Off to the room we went. Pseudo Hindu music queues in. Folks, I have to say, it was a damn good time in there. The Yaritzka girl is no bueno, but man, that Barranquilla Isabel's got some touches. Terrific stuff. They went to work on the wolf, all four hands on deck, on and around it, and man oh man. Eventually, when it was to "go", I noticed that Isabel had a pair of knockers on her that can down a fighter jet. I had her wrap them around the minister, and it made for a grand finish.
They showered me. Hot water, I'll be damned. One scrubbed the front and one scrubbed the back. I have to say, you often get this kinda lovin' from lower-tiered gals. It's as if they make up for their lack in other parts. I dressed, and left.
On the way out, I saw in the other room a girl that apparently was occupied when I walked in. Tall, brunette, heavenly. We locked eyes for a second. She mouthed an "hola" that I felt in my spine. I'm definitely coming back for that, got her name from the madam. Don't get excited, won't give out the name quite yet. Don't want the sharks dipping into the pool before I've had my bite.
Took an Uber to Laureles. Dinner at La Bodeguita Havana. Ropa vieja for my main, and after emptying a pack of salt, it was edible. Oh well. At least that means it was authentic. Got home, stogie on the porch with a little Ron de Caldas, and I hit the sack.
Thursday: Donde mi rey tantric spa.
Another old spot. Used to tap a certain Carolina flakita over there. This time I went around 4, and I have to say, really impressed with the lineup. 6-7 chicks. There were a couple of head turners in the lineup, but my gut told me to go with one of the less hot ones. Brenda is the name. Not sure why I chose her, just got that vibe, I guess. She's probably a 6 on the scale, if scale there needs be. 130 k.
Sweet as sugar. Venezuelan. We chatted for a few minutes, the usual stuff, then got down to business. She massaged the old friend, you know the drill by now, and 10-15 later she got on top. Performance there was average, so I decided to make matters into my own hands. Had her lay belly down, and went to work.
Folks, that rear of hers is incredible. I mean, I didn't know they could be built like that. It's natural, wide, and protruding. It's got the angularity of a BMW 6-Series, and the width of a Dodge Challenger. It's the vulgar kind of big, not the product of the gym nor the surgeon. And damn fun.
After we finished, I was pleasantly surprised that she was in no rush at all. Laid down with me, and we cuddled and chatted for 20 mts. Talked about everything, and laughed and giggled. Lovely time. Eventually I told her let's shower. Hot water, I'll be damned. Took her WhatsApp.
I ubered back to El Poblado. Sent a few emails from home, then hit the Provenza for dinner, from where I wrote this, during a few sangrias and a big dinner. Life is beautiful, folks.
With that, I conclude my report. I'm here for a couple of months, and I plan to remain active in the Medellin thread during that time that is, with the permission of the plenty of old caps in the room. Seems like a few regulars her: all due respect to you, from this new cat on the block.
Over and out. Monger kindly, gentlemen.