Lisbon

I love chocolate: Swiss, Belgian, Flemish, whatever. Sometime ago I come across a capeverdian piece of chocolate that makes me mouth watering from time to time.

Vitoria, 33, works in the apartment of my very dear brasilian masseuse who I have already praised here sometime ago. Near Areeiro, she works as an independent (ex-Garage Klub where she was known by her alias Veronica), and she is an all purpose, diligent worker. Being a true professional, she gladly does everything required to please the customer that she wants to keep as a regular. BBBJ, CIM, etc. are all available at request at no extra cost, as well as her very nice ass that she gives away easily.

I’ve been there a few times since last Winter, always felt very welcome and at ease. The place is very neat, private bathroom and no time keeping. She has a very acceptable face and body, needing to workout her belly. The cost? €30! Strictly speaking the best return per € around. Of course not everyone likes chocolate, and even I cannot live on such a diet. On any diet, actually. Contact: 962825410

Muri et al, just for clarification is the Poço in question the Rua Do Poço Do Borratém. If I do a multimap search there are several possible candidates but this seems to match best the description in your prose.

Apologies if the full address has been given before but I did look back a number of pages and couldn't find it referred to as anything other than Poço

many thanks

Right on target Dirty Dawg 33. Poço aka Little Romania is Rua do Poço do Borratém.

Good hunting.

Andreia - Gizelle

[url]http://www.gizelle-escorts.com./[/url]

She's small (1.60 m), a twentysomething lovely brunette (slightly above the perfect weight), soft medium breasts, really nice and sweet and quite willing to please. A bit like empress Diana (also at Gizelle, see a previous post), only not as tall. And unlike Diana (and I do love Diana!) very explicitly eager to offer her delightful little bum to your personal pleasure.

Well, although I cannot say I don't like anal (yes, I do), it's never been something at the top of my priority list and I rarely ask for it. But Andreia, very seductively, almost COMMANDS you to do it! Could the gentleman that I pride myself to be say no to a lady? So, I obliged and it was the sort of blissful experience not that far behind the similar one you can have with BodyMindBlowing-Alexandra at Classic Ladies (by the way, she's back on duty). Andreia really enjoys it, cums royally (call me naif if you will but I've very few doubts that, during the two hours we were together, she came three or four times - with generously explicit wet evidence), and, afterwards - well, since it was that good, why not? -, suggests... a repeat.

Apart from that (which was more than enough to satiate the Epicure in me), she's the proud owner of a very accomodating warm mouth that, in the uncovered manner, does wonders for your "bien-être" - and she will be exceedingly happy if you reciprocate indulging in the oral exploration of her (quite hairy but absolutely clean) temple of Shakti -, and a very, very tender lover as far as all the chapters of a, let's say, more conventional sort of carnal negotiation can go. But we won't stay for too long within the boundaries of convention: for no particular reason, I found myself fingering her and then, slowly, gently, lovingly... fisting her!

Be respectful, tender and gentlemanlike to her and she won't refuse you anything.

(sadly, no pictures of Andreia at Gizelle's website...)

Yep, dawg, Rua do Poço do Borratem, as Murilloa can confirm having suffered there the other day. It wasn’t a hunting trip, because the treasury is still in crisis, and he was showing historic Lisboa to a visiting compatriot, a dame in her 50s, married to an old friend who mounts her every night and has never thought of mongering. Maybe.

After the tourist path up to the castle and circuitously down again, Mur and his delightful guest take a drink and wander into the baixa. The lady sees prices Londoners can only dream of. Her shopping lust is aroused, and Mur, noting this adorable female trait, thinks of pussy for the first time today.

Says she, “I would love to nose around for a while, but it will be a bore for you.”

“Not at all, by no means, of course not, no way, impossible, unimaginable, how could you think such a thing? I will accompany you, for if you need to make a purchase, my graceful command of Portuguese, and my suave and charming manner with young shop assistants, will be invaluable to you.”

“Muri, I am no baby, I can shop without a butler, now let’s meet by that big statue in the square in 45 minutes. Off you go, I’ll enjoy window-shopping and you can have another beer or, who knows, perhaps you’ll find a nice Portuguese girlfriend.”

Muri surrenders politely, thinking, ‘you bet your plump ass I’ll find a girlfriend, but today I think she’ll be Romanian.’

Straight to the Poço. He is frankly relieved to see that gorgeous Sabina is absent - he is in no mood for intense bargaining and there is just €50 in his sad wallet. Only three edible easterners are on parade, but one is a petite beauty he hasn’t seen before. He patrols the street twice, checks her out, gets the eye contact, and then… fuck! A black dude appears out of nowhere and whisks her into the pensão.

Still plenty of time – what about the others? No, she is the one Muri wanted, why couldn’t he be decisive for once? So, as his guest predicted, it’s another beer and then the girlfriend.

After exactly 16 minutes our princess reappears. Muri moves like a shark, and is soon upstairs with ‘Jessica’, another trim romena-morena whose breasts make you want to cry. But Muri is sweating, he has had two beers, he wasn’t prepared for this, and in twenty minutes or less he has to return to the Praça.

For these reasons, or some other, his tiny friend lets him down. He is standing by the bed running his hands over Jessica’s firm perfumed body, caressing her breasts, hair and bum. She is stroking and squeezing his cock, which suddenly fires a shitload of sperm right across the room. Game over.

Muri cleans up, Jessica far from reacting like a veteran wh*re glad to get €25 for no effort, looks insulted, cross, scornful. Mur apologises, tries to explain that it happens only once every two years, but angry Jessica lights a cigarette, shows him the door, and instead of accompanying him down, struts away into the pensão kitchen.

So he is bang on time at the statue of João I. He waits, trying not to get beshat by a pigeon, his limp little friend guiltily oozing into his pants. Ten minutes late, Dona Inglesa trots across the square, two bags in her hands and a grin on her face…she is pleased with her bargains, Muri is cursing his performance.

So, let’s go to Belém and look at the monastery. Maybe they need a new monk.

Oh well, I completely lucked out in Lisbon.

I only had one night there so didn't have a huge amount of time but was staying in a hotel next to the park just up from Pombal.

Anyway, before meeting friends for dinner I headed up to Marques de Tomar - knowing that there were 3 places there. I had been to #5 before but no response from the bell there - strike 1. option 2 was Clinico de Prazer, phoned the number from their website "Is that clinico de prazer?" - "no" and hung up - strike 2. Option 3 was the new center, and although I had the adress it was not particularly obvious which bell to ring or if indeed it was the right place - bugger it strike 3. Feeling frustrated I went back up to #5 and still no answer.

Feeling frustrated I went off to dinner, which was excellent and went quite late and did a good job of restoring my feeling well being. However, I did now need my knob polished and thought if needs must there's supposedly SWs in the park by the hotel - dead as a doornail.

I completely struck out in Lisbon - how rubbish a monger am I?

[QUOTE=Dirty Dawg 33]Oh well, I completely lucked out in Lisbon.

I only had one night there so didn't have a huge amount of time but was staying in a hotel next to the park just up from Pombal.

Anyway, before meeting friends for dinner I headed up to Marques de Tomar - knowing that there were 3 places there. I had been to #5 before but no response from the bell there - strike 1. option 2 was Clinico de Prazer, phoned the number from their website "Is that clinico de prazer?" - "no" and hung up - strike 2. Option 3 was the new center, and although I had the adress it was not particularly obvious which bell to ring or if indeed it was the right place - bugger it strike 3. Feeling frustrated I went back up to #5 and still no answer.

Feeling frustrated I went off to dinner, which was excellent and went quite late and did a good job of restoring my feeling well being. However, I did now need my knob polished and thought if needs must there's supposedly SWs in the park by the hotel - dead as a doornail.

I completely struck out in Lisbon - how rubbish a monger am I?[/QUOTE]

Weird...

Was it a Sunday? Because at every other day of the week (Saturday included), Clínica - at marquês de Tomar nº5, 1st floor - is always open...

Dawg, truly sorry to hear that, and speaking for the Lisbon fraternity, if you give us due notice before your next trip, we will redress the balance.

We are powerful people in this community, and can order the entire staff of New Center, or the whole cast of the Poço soap opera, into your hotel room - at a price, and if you are strong enough.

In the meantime, sorry, adeus and 'até a próxima'.

Muri did go to Belém, but instead of seeking a new vocation, he laid a superstitious hand on the tomb of poet and monger Luis de Camões (1524-1579) and asked him for help.

“Yo, Luis, I know you didn’t like us English, but just a question, is this the moment to abandon the hobby and the ISG?”

Winking the one good eye, and just barely moving its lips, the effigy replied,

“Que contos poderemos t er melhores,
Para passar o tempo, que de amores?"

So:

Yellow house. Double challenge, first because of previous bad treatment here, and second because of need for reassurance. We have agreed before, that when you fall off a horse, you get back in the saddle. When you fuck up your car, you borrow your best friend’s pride and joy, and drive it at 180kph down the autoestrada in the wrong direction. Builds manly confidence and develops testosterone and adrenaline levels.

Poverty precluded an immediate return to combat, but two days after the humiliation with Jessica, Mur dived through the green gate of the yellow house. A very young male security dude greeted him like a long lost friend and offered him three women. It was mid-day but two of the garotas were yawning as if recently awakened from a brief sleep after a busy night.

The other, dressed in denim and t-shirt rather than lingerie, was the immediately appealing Valeria. Very slim, reddish-blonde long hair in curls, nice brown eyes, a little reminiscent of the fabulous Alexandra of classic ladies, who will be out of Muri’s range until after Christmas. Christmas 2007.

But this €40 half an hour was an advance Christmas present in itself, with this Goiás girl, 25 years or so, giving Muri the full therapy and ensuring a future visit.

Valeria has a lithe neat hard body with small breasts, just as Muri likes. (yes, of course this makes him a latent homosexual, but don’t look out for him any time soon cruising the Parque Eduardo VII when there are girls like Valeria around).

This house has offered mixed blessings, but the price and the twenty-four hour service will probably keep it on this Lisbon monger’s’ map.

Just come back from a week in the Netherlands. I fear that the space cake I ate there has damaged my brain permanently - I still feel the effects even now. I also had a go at two of the window girls there, each with varying success. But the portuguese section of isg is not the place to retell such events..

Btw, Mur I cannot help noting the evolution of your written portuguese on the guia. I say this because in the beginning you used to write "casa amarella", changing later on to "casa amarelha". Just to end your suffering mate, it's actually "casa amarela". Not that this matters one bit, of course, it's still perfectly understandable. Just me picking on small details.

Pedrassi

I am portuguese but I am living in Brussels since 2001.

I will be back in Lisboa for some conferences next week 5 to 8 of September.

Can you please tell me where I can find some street action?

I know Restelo,Artilharia 1 and Tecnico.

I know that during the day Monsanto is over.

1 abraço

PauloRS

Paulors. Try the Poço. Several pointers here and in the Guia.

Pedrassi. Mur tries to improve. After three years in Portugal he not only has difficulties spelling 'amarelo' but also still hesitates between 'vermelho' (red) and 'amarelo' (yellow). Luckily, he never referees soccer games...

He did take Lili upstairs the other day. In the Poço.

Lili has been described here, and there is even a photo of her in that section.

In some ways she's not Muri’s type, but:

1. She was dressed so wonderfully whoorishly, in tiny hot-pants (is that still what they're called? Whatever, her pants are HOT), clinging boob-tube. She was off duty taking a stroll in the Praça when Mur arrived, and heads were turning all over the street, not just the male tourists but their ladies, too.

2. Fine big breasts.That's, like, really fine, and sorta well, y'know, biiiiiig, ahhh, breasts. Big breasts.

3. Weird green eyes, worth the €25 to look deep into those big wide clear rather feline beauties while thrusting and spurting.

4. €25 was all she charged. For a long affectionate service, with some kissing, CBJ, and a good long ride. Unlike Sabina, who is more beautiful, but whom Muri shunned on his way to greet Lili, because, much as he loves Sabina's body, and the ripe fruit between her legs, he dislikes the MSExcel spreadsheet between her ears.

When Sabina saw which way the wind was blowing, she shouted in Romanian at Mur and Lili. It probably wasn't "have a nice fuck, darling boys and girls".

But we did.

Just one health warning, Lili was very strongly perfumed and when Mur got back to the office someone asked meaningfully where he had been. If you are a married man, get back to your dwelling earlier than little miss homemaker, and scrub yourself down in the shower before she arrives, or you will be facing the sex gestapo.

Where do the mature ladies of pleasure hang around in Lisboa?
Poco sounds from the descriptions like it may be full of young East europeans -- not really to my taste. I prefer the more mature latino lady.

Any suggestions on where to look for this?
Thankx,
AP.

Dear Muri - dear all

Carlos Primeros was checking his old colony Macao. Marques de Pombal would die again for what it is now. I was in the Casino Lisboa and guess what??? Only Eastern European beauties - no Morenas, no Luisidadas, nothing of former Portugal.

Carlos tired something form Usbekistan / but Muri - you know the secret vices of Carlos - belindas bunds e nada mais!!!!!

I will be back to the flesh-pots of Portugal soon!!!!

Nothing replaces Lisboa, Lisboa SEMPRE!!!

Carlos Primros

Let me begin saying that this is not the report I imagined. I would definitely prefer to post the description of a Homeric reencounter of this worshipper and his ****.

Elena - "my" long lasting gipsy Romanian princess - came back to Lisbon a while ago, and I patiently waited for her to resume work. Hélas, in vain, she didn't. Pressed by the presence of her family here, she changed her professional career and now earns her living in a much more tedious way.

Today she was visiting her friends in Poço, and being now an unadorned, dull, plain and chaste 30 y. O. Woman, declined my invitation to climb the stairs. Is this forever? . Her marvellous pitch black curly hair, for instance, is now trivial, her hazel eyes don't shine anymore. I was appalled, she's a shadow of herself. What a loss!

With my feelings badly hurt, I declined her recommendations to go with another of this gipsy subgroup (Sabina & others), instead I chose Lili to mend my broken heart, knowing by experience she was able at least to revive my lust. She did, and if not my soul, the body was appeased.

The Romanian team in Poço is at its peak these days: about a dozen girls (Lili will soon be absent for a month or so), most of them more than desirable, mark their presence randomly along the day. It's a pity the facilities are so bad. I like to think sometimes I was Elena's first of the day, her flower scent was virginal, delightful, as is with most of these Romanians. But the following clients, won't they notice the mixed salty sweat on these tender, otherwise immaculate bodies? Their next shower will be at best at the end of the day after visiting and times the 4th floor! (Lili admitted she is the current champion.) Albeit distasteful to remember, this happens everywhere with most of the girls that don't step into the shower with us.

Peaceful said:

She quickly, quietly, cleaned her pussy and dressed in front of the mirror. A thing I couldn't stop noticing: I licked her tits and ears and she didn't clean it! Probably I ate other men spit? .

Fellow Peaceful, you are absolutely right. It is really a problem with these cheap rooms. What if we take some wiping tissues? Most other girls carry them along with their paraphernalia. However it would be awkward to use them on her body before. Maybe if we offer a massage. I did it more than once.

Meanwhile, I turned my interest towards the transatlantic beauties from Brazil. My praised Brazilian masseuse - who is just masseuse -, has introduced me to a younger petite jewel, joyful and very fun, whose details I'll share as soon as she lets me. And by the way, those hygiene problems above don't apply here.

But Poço is in fact, a kind of addiction. I still don't rationally know why!