Mandalay Oriental Spa. On a Wednesday.
Went to Oriental Spa yesterday. A fellow forum member had been there on Tuesday and recommended Valentina and I was done sightseeing, so I took a trip to Laureles. I had the Uber drop me off and pick me up at Hotel Palmas del Estadio which is right next door. Buzzed the door a few times because there was no indication which button it was on the keypad, but Yuli answered the door after about a minute. I sit on the couch, she gets me a water, and I get the lineup. Six girls. All very attractive. Valentina is not there, and I choose Vanessa. Short, thick, curvy, long black hair, and all smiles. She takes me upstairs to a big room with a bed and a bathroom. We discuss terms. 200 mil for the massage. Which was actually quite good, she knew a thing or two. And 200 mil for BBBJ + FS, no besos or DATY which is always a bit of a bummer for me. 400 mil out the door. She had some relatively new tits. A little belly, but not in bad way IMHO, and a nice thick ass. Afterward she was washing me and we were talking. She wants to get her tummy tucked and make her ass bigger. I don't think she needs either, but whatever makes ya happy. Ya know. She was a 7 or 8/10 on my scale. She did a good job of putting on a show. Sensual heavy breathing, que rico, etc etc.
Onward to The Mansion.
Trip Report. For those up in here that know what one is
Allow me to reintroduce myself: My name is [B]SubCmdr[/B] and I don't tolerate foolishness when it comes to responses to my posts. I give credit where credit is due. And I don't worry about anyone else's dick, just my own.
How another grown man spends his hard earned money is none of my business. Neither is who he chooses to spend it on or who he fucks. I consider that Man Law 101. And I see many violations of those basic principles. I am a "man in the arena". I ignore critics.
But I am always open to suggestions on how to do things differently or how to purchase things a lower cost. Right now in my life, experiences are more important that material things. That means a good time with a 6 is worth way more than boring fuck with a 10. And lets us deal with the numeric scale. My experiences do not invalidate the experiences of any other person posting in this forum. If you don't agree with my numeric scale, rest assured I don't give a fuck what you think. My money, my thoughts, my dick.
I don't travel to fuck. I got more pussy than I can handle where I live. I hope that allows insight into the way I will roll up in here.
Background: I left the (Dis) United States of America (you know the ones that are on the North American continent with Canada to the North and Mexico to the south). I hope my description helps the pendant among you out there and gives you an idea where I received my birth lottery ticket. I now live in the Dominican Republic. I like it there a lot. And I can say that Medellin is head and shoulders above Santo Domingo in terms of sophistication and value. And I will be returning. I had a great trip.
Arrived from SDQ in MDE via Wing. A great airline (at least at this point). Brand new fleet. Attentive staff. Good price Arrived late in the night. Only question was how long was I going to be visiting? My answer was 7 to 10 days. Visa stamped in my passport. Welcome to Colombia. 5 minutes including the line and the stop at immigration.
Checked DUFRY because they are the only place I can get my Jack Dan Bonded-in-Bond 100 proof 1 LT bottle. They did not have any in MDE. Lucky for me I had picked up a bottle on my way out of SDQ. So I was already good. But never hurts to have as man of those bottles on hand as it is the best Jack Daniels I have ever tasted. In fact just writing about it I need to stop for a minute and pour some up. It was so good!
Went to baggage claim. Took longer there than to clear customs. Got my bag. Went through customs screening and I'm good. On my way. Stopped at the casa de cambia that had a smoking blonde. She asks me if I can speak Spanish. I said yes. And she then went into her spiel. I was rather impressed with myself I understood perfectly. Colombians have always spoken a clearer version of Spanish for my ear. Exchange rate was 3800 COP to 1 USD. Only later was I to learn that I took a haircut on that one. I exchanged 100 USD and that was an error. Should have only bought 50 USD worth.
My girl was waiting for me and she warmly greeted me and we were going to be together all week. So stop reading this trip report right now if you want tales of me paying for pussy. Not this trip. I have too many things I need to get done. And I need a guide to walk me through it. Taxi ride to the Airbnb that she found for us was 130,000 COP. These numbers are throwing me but I had enough cash.
Nothing was open on our trip so the 20-Hour Cafe at the base of our apartment complex was it. The finger foods did not look very appealing so, it was bread and water. But a cake with icing caught my eye so I order that water and I think my girl wanted a coke and that was 7500 COP.
Into the apartment building. 24-hour security. Elevator. But we took the stairs up to the 2nd Floor. To a cozy 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment set up to sleep 6 people and we had it all to ourselves for a week. Kitchen, no stove just two gas eyes and two electric eyes. New washing machine. New full size ice box and living room. We chill while I eat and talk with each other. Then it is off to bed.
She lets me choose the bedroom. And choose the one with that only has one in it. She sets up the bed we jump into our night clothes and lights out. But I'm restless, wound up and cannot sleep. She notices this and comes over kisses me and tells me she can help me get to sleep. She goes down like a submarine captain. Then I'm off to sleep.
End of day 1.
