What are Puta's good for?
Greetings everyone!
It has been some time since I have posted. However, this little gem of a saying was told to me by my Colombian friend.
"What 2 things are Puta's good for?"
1) Sex.
2) Nothing.
Remember, while the girl may like you. Do not be a fool and believe it is anything more than that. The relationship may last awhile, but the girl will ALWAYS mess it up one way or another. If you want a real relationship, you need to find a girl that has never been a Puta.
Also, while all of us guys find the sex exciting, another Colombian friend told me this:
"To a Puta, having sex is no more special than having a beer or coffee. It may be a good beer or coffee, but that is all it is to the girl". It is no different than breathing or eating. It is just something that needs to be done.
Do not fall in love or believe it will / can be anything more. No being negative here, just realistic from years of experience and watching others go down in flames.
Take another long break from posting.
[QUOTE=Viva Chicas; 1255897]Greetings everyone!
It has been some time since I have posted. However, this little gem of a saying was told to me by my Colombian friend.
"What 2 things are Puta's good for?"
1) Sex.
2) Nothing.
Remember, while the girl may like you. Do not be a fool and believe it is anything more than that. The relationship may last awhile, but the girl will ALWAYS mess it up one way or another. If you want a real relationship, you need to find a girl that has never been a Puta.
Also, while all of us guys find the sex exciting, another Colombian friend told me this:
"To a Puta, having sex is no more special than having a beer or coffee. It may be a good beer or coffee, but that is all it is to the girl". It is no different than breathing or eating. It is just something that needs to be done.
Do not fall in love or believe it will / can be anything more. No being negative here, just realistic from years of experience and watching others go down in flames.[/QUOTE]Nothing negative? You say the ladies are good for nothing but fucking. If that ain't negative than what is? You don't know what each lady is thinking and neither does your Colombian friends. To say the're all worthless (except for sex) is not only negative, it is an extreme insult to the ladies and the mongers who enjoy their company. Get yourself another hobby and spread your wisdom (gems) there. Take another long break from posting here, please.
Colombia Trip Report (old) – Medellin: Casas
Continued from the Cali forum.
As my bus from Armenia pulled into Medellin, the skies opened, leaving giving me a little while to firm up my plans for the city as my November 2010 trip wound down. My lodging plans were thrown into a bit of disarray when I called Casa Blanca and learned that (due to my own fault) I didn't have a booking. It actually didn't mind too much, since I generally prefer staying in a city center than a more suburban area. And Centro happened to be where the casas were. Of course, the budget lodging options there were not stellar, but Hotel Nuevo Samaritano where I stayed (Cra 45 / El Palo between Calle 45 and 46) was just decent enough for the price and centrally located – most casas were walkable from there. I probably at least passed most of the casas on the map, finding some closed, declining the girls offered at others, and doing sessions at four of them.
I spent the next three days pursuing a mix of culture (museums, churches, etc.) and pussy. Atenea on Cra. 47 was ideal for this kind of tourism with its location a short walk from the various sights downtown. I topped off one tourist afternoon with a session there. Options looked grim at first when a couple of the girls who presented themselves in the curtained waiting area looked rather mannish, but the lineup eventually proved difficult to choose among. Solution? I chose two girls, for my only threesome of my Colombia trip, but I chose only half well. Both girls were slender, sexy brunettes, but only one of them, Mariana, was into the duo action. The two of them chatted plenty with each other, but while Mariana was friendly and energetic the other one was just along for the ride, and I eventually let her lounge off to the side of the bed watching tv while I focused my attention on Ms. M.
I became almost a regular at New Life on Calle 56. I wasn't sure I had the right place the first time, as I didn't see a sign, but I eventually got buzzed through the security gates and ascended the stairs to the waiting room. Once I was seated on one of the couches, a lineup of girls next door presented themselves to me, and I chose a tall sporty brunette with an ass to die for (her short-shorts left little to the imagination. I soon discovered that the casas were not the place for me to engage in the kissing that's one of my basic ingredients for sexual satisfaction, I was relieved that DATY was on the menu: Juliana (I think) turned out be possibly the most responsive woman I ever went down on, bucking wildly and unleashing a flood of pussy juice that ended up all over my face. Did that translate to a quid pro quo for an uncovered blow job? Unfortunately, no, but she did ride me energetically.
On my return visit the choice was again difficult (almost as hard as playing the memory game of instantly recalling and ranking the names of the girls when prompted for my choice!). One sweet petite little thing stood out, though. Short, curvy Stefania is surely a finalist in ongoing contest for the cutest girl I've ever fucked. She sort of rested on those laurels, though, since while she was pleasant and gave me amazing memories of watching her in the mirror riding me cowgirl style, she was kind of business-like rather than passionate. More rewarding was a session with a demure, slender, long-legged beauty named Josefina (?). I recall slow, sensual lovemaking (sans kissing) one might reserve for deflowering a princess. It was the kind of 'did it really happen? ' session that exists on the boundary of my memories and fantasies, resulting in only a hazy recollection.
On my final visit I scanned the lineup for a girl I had passed on earlier. To my delight, slim, sultry Valentina was again there, no longer wearing the slinky dress from the previous visit, but still as alluring as ever. Once the room door closed, the disaster began. She played the starfish, moving barely a muscle or showing any sign of emotion. I was on the verge of calling quits after half an hour instead of my intended hour, but decided to soldier on. Two minutes later, I noticed she was having her period and cut it off there. An all-time worst session.
It turned out to be a tale of two Valentinas. On my final afternoon in Medellin I headed to Sexi Sala De Masajes down the street from my hotel on Carrera 45. This place had the most-downmarket of all the facilities I visited. The rooms had no bed, just mattresses on the creaky floor, and to get to the shared bathroom you had to pass through two other rooms. After viewing the three girls presented I almost walked out but decided to give another Valentina a chance. She was a little chubby, but cute. As per usual she would not relent to my request for some kissing or uncovered BJ, but cowgirl and doggy allowed me to squeeze her round 19 year old titties and ass. She did provide one service I don't usually get; you read about all kinds of nasty activities on this forum, but the move Valentina put on me ranks up there with all of them: she popped a couple of blackheads on my forehead. Ok, it's nothing you'll find in the kama sutra, but it did qualify as one of the more intimate, GFE-type responses I received on my trip. A sweet two hours to complete my Medellin casa tour.
Colombia Trip Report (old) – Medellin: Abydos, Fase Dos
Casas by day, but what about my two Medellin nights? I decided on two places, a massage brothel and a strip club. One night I made my way to Abydos. The classy theécor was a nice step up from the casas, even in this 1970s-stlyle house. Also classy were the girls strutting up to me for my perusal, opening their oh-so-professional lab coats to reveal sexy lingerie clad bodies. A difficult selection to make, so I went with the most distinctive option, the only black girl there, Lorena. It proved to be a good choice, as the massage she gave me was extremely erotic and the sex was pretty passionate. Whether she kissed or gave me an uncovered blow job is lost in the fog of my memories, erased by the events of later that evening. I do remember that the sex was hot enough to cloud my judgment. As I was penetrating her in missionary I got so worked up that I asked her, mid sex act, if she would spend the night with me. Obviously, I was in a less than ideal negotiating position, literally. So when she threw out a price I agreed, though it was higher than the going rates for TLN that I had seen on the forum (I forgot the exact figure). After the fine session I cleaned up and waited for her to shower and get dressed. It was closing time, so she left with some colleagues and met me at a bus shelter across the street, as she didn't want to let the management know that she was cutting after hours deals with clients.
We cabbed it back to my hotel, and watched tv for a while. When we resumed our activities from before, it felt less exciting. She was still the sexy, athletic girl from a few hours ago, but seemed more remote. Some of the novelty had already worn off for me, and maybe with the sale concluded she was less motivated, or just tired. She never even offered a morning session; I should have negotiated that or insisted, but with her rushing off to get home I didn't feel it was worth the bother. So few GFE points for Lorena.
On my other night in Medellin I decided to hit a strip club. Reports on Fase Dos had been positive, and once there I liked the vibe and setup. The strip shows ranked up there with the best I've seen, in terms of both the girls' appearances and their acts, which were very athletic and energetic. I actually loved the fact that afterward they would circulate the room for tips; being approached by a hottie with a sheen of perspiration on her naked body is not a bad thing, and it did allow for the chance for a little interaction to see if she would make a good bed partner.
My first target wasn't one of the dancers, however, but one of the dozen or so working girls in attendance. There was a good selection on hand, with enough diversity for any taste, including some nice black girls, but I gravitated toward a delicious young morena in a clingy white mini-dress. The real hook was her piercings; I had never been with a girl with facial piercings like the lip stud and other hardware she sported, and I found it very sexy. Tracking her movements through the club with one eye with the other on the dancer on stage, I survived a close call when she appeared to be gravitating toward another guy. So I quickly sidled up to Mariana, beer in hand, and proposed a trip to the room.
I paid my exit fee at the desk and we headed through a side door to the interesting South Beach hostal next door, which is actually just an American-style motel complex built within Fase 2's parking garage. Inside attendants led us to a room and gave us towels. Despite the strange arrangement it probably would qualify as one of the nicer lodging options in Medellin (except for the loud music seeping in from the club) , with big beds and a classy island-style theécor. It probably says a lot that I find the room more memorable than the session with Mariana. Her slender, tanned body did it for me, as well as the tattoos and piercings (she had plenty more, including a chain connected to a belly button stud). But while energetic, her choice of body adornments was wilder than she was in bed (no BBBJ for example). More style than substance.
As I relaxed with a drink afterward, I noticed that one of the strippers I had seen earlier was now circulating on the club floor. This curvy, petite morena had impressed me both with her stage outfit (a sailor suit, I think) and the moves she had put on the stripper poles. So I called her over and we chatted for a bit. Hilary's cute face and friendly manner sealed it and we went next door. This session was a major milestone for me, the first time I had sex with a stripper. Hilary's attitude and performance ensured that the quality of the experience matched the occasion. While it didn't reach the heights of passion I had envisioned going in, she did put on as good a show in the room as on stage. Grinding her glorious round ass against me in doggystyle is a scene I'll remember a long time.
Fase Dos won me over; I and found the prices fair given the quality of the girls. After one last night in Bogota a missed flight connection caused me to have an overnight stop in Miami, and I visited a strip club in the other South Beach. As I sat there watching the show and later getting a limited contact lap dance, I kept thinking back to Fase Dos and wishing the good old USA was enlightened enough to have that kind of a club.
Continued on the Bogota forum.
