Sosua Reports

Arrington was a New York Supreme Court (state) case and the laws on this type of picture taking (once again, Frannie) [B]vary by jurisdiction[/B]. What is known is that posting pictures taken in the DR on a forum whose server is based in Spain would not fall under the precedent of Arrington. It wouldn't surprise me if some of these NGOs begin trying to "out" the people on such videos, or even on fora such as these. This is the 21th century. If you can't risk being photographed somewhere, the only real defense is not to go there. If your career could be harmed by posting stupid drunken pictures on Facebook, don't post stupid drunken pictures on Facebook.

Several of we mongers, presumably all friends, were in a restaurant in an unnamed Latin American country and one guy got up and took a picture of all of the rest of us seated at the dinner table. This was just a regular restaurant and there were no hookers within several hundred meters. One of the guys got very upset nonetheless, told the picture-taker he had told him previously never to do that, and demanded that he delete the photo. The picture taker refused. The picture taker was too old and / or the takee was too young or I believe it would have come to blows. The picture taker eventually relented when the majority of the group told him he was in the wrong.

I would never take anyone's picture anywhere, any time, without their consent. For one thing, it is against some religious or cultural beliefs. But that has everything to do with how I was raised and nothing to do with Arrington, which took place back in 1976 before Al Gore invented the internet.

[QUOTE=Dickhead; 1220803]Arrington was a New York Supreme Court (state) case and the laws on this type of picture taking (once again, Frannie) [B]vary by jurisdiction[/B]. What is known is that posting pictures taken in the DR on a forum whose server is based in Spain would not fall under the precedent of Arrington. It wouldn't surprise me if some of these NGOs begin trying to "out" the people on such videos, or even on fora such as these. This is the 21th century. If you can't risk being photographed somewhere, the only real defense is not to go there. If your career could be harmed by posting stupid drunken pictures on Facebook, don't post stupid drunken pictures on Facebook.

Several of we mongers, presumably all friends, were in a restaurant in an unnamed Latin American country and one guy got up and took a picture of all of the rest of us seated at the dinner table. This was just a regular restaurant and there were no hookers within several hundred meters. One of the guys got very upset nonetheless, told the picture-taker he had told him previously never to do that, and demanded that he delete the photo. The picture taker refused. The picture taker was too old and / or the takee was too young or I believe it would have come to blows. The picture taker eventually relented when the majority of the group told him he was in the wrong.

I would never take anyone's picture anywhere, any time, without their consent. For one thing, it is against some religious or cultural beliefs. But that has everything to do with how I was raised and nothing to do with Arrington, which took place back in 1976 before Al Gore invented the internet.[/QUOTE]I agree. Actually I would have no problem in theory in appearing in something like a CNN or Time Magazine special on prostitution, except that you can be almost certain that the presentation would not be even handed or objective.

This was my 5th trip to Sosua within the past year and I must say it was my best! There was hot women every-damn-where. I never made it to Passions or to CMP, so can't comment on those places.

Took the red-eye flight out of LAX on Thursday night, and got into POP the next afternoon. Stayed at the NG, double room, which worked out well, at the ISOG cash rate of $67. Hit up Orange, the market, and the bank; chores finished! Had an itch to take care of, grabbed one of the NG girls and off we went. After some playtime, my NG girl suggested I should sleep, because she could see I was tired; nah! Mistake one!

Headed to Latino and ran into Miguel and Juan. Miguel explained there was a change in management a few months ago, and some of the staff was let go, including the tall stalking bartender; good news there. The bad news was that Juan, the big dude that always takes care of me, also lost his job. He told me that his family was suffering because jobs were far and few in between. I told him that he was now working for me and he would have his hands full watching over my stupid ass. He said he was up for the task. And honestly, I've been running the streets naked for 35+ years, and really just did it to help him out. But believe me; he came through like a champ, and on several occasions. He was also good for carting around a drunken chica with 6 inch heels (photo below).

Thelma and Louise – Thelma is a serious cutie and loves to laugh and play; nice body to boot. Louise is a real sweetie, but bigger gal than I would usually play with.

I have a handful of good stories about this duo just fresh off the bus from Santo Domingo. I met them after one too many shots. They were standing near the entrance to Classico and both came on to me at once. I asked Juan if he knew them, and he said no, and they told him this was their second day in town. Here we go! I grabbed both of them and went upstairs to the club. Usually I don't go into Classico, but it just seemed like the thing to do at the moment. OMG, the talent in Classico on both Friday and Saturday nights was off the freaking hook! Stunner after stunner walked by and smiled, even though I was with the duo.

Back to Latino with the duo. Dancing, shots, and more shots. The girls were having a blast, and I was in sailor heaven! BTW, there is a new girl working the entrance bar, her name is Yeral, the chica is smoking hot, IMHO. The duo and I decided to head to the After One club, which should be renamed After Four on the weekend and After 3 on the other nights, due to that's when everyone pours into the place. On the way there, I felt the need to stumble, even though I had two chicas hanging on to me for dear life. And Juan had my back. I stopped and told the girls that I'm throwing in the towel, mainly because I can no longer see. They wanted to come with me, but I knew I would not remember a damn thing anyway; so I sent them packing and Juan hauled my dumb ass up to my room.

Saturday I headed to the beach in the early afternoon and hung at Herman's place till dusk. I called the hottie, Yeral, and she met me at the beach within an hour. The beach had a good number of girls walking back and forth, and many stopped by to say Hi to Herman. Yeral was sitting next to me and seemed really out of place with all these hardcore chicas running around. I then had a strange thought, 'Is this girl to classy for me to fuck, and if I did, would it damage her reputation as a new bartender in Latino? ' Then I thought, 'Fuck dude, when did these morals magically appear? Get a damn grip man! ' Moments later, I get a call from Thelma, wanting to know where I was. I put her on the phone to Herman and told him to get both of their asses out here ASAP. Done! I sent Yeral packing.

Thelma and Louise show up within an hour, in bathing suits to boot. After an hour or so, Herman suggested we all take a swim to cool off, turned out to be a good idea. The girls were kissing up a storm, giving underwater blowjobs, and just acting buck wild in the water. Headed back to the table and the girls were giving massages and I was looking forward for the late afternoon romp. All of a sudden, these two old skanky European hags strolled by Herman's place. Thelma jumps, goes to talk with them, and then, out of the fucking blue, both of the girls walk off into the sunset with the two shanks. I looked at Herman and asked him, 'What in the living fuck just happen? ' He shrugged his shoulders and replied, 'It appears we lost the girls to two old lesbians. ' I said, 'Ain't that some shit, never happen to me before. ' Herman had a 'What the fuck' look on his face, and replied, 'Me either. '

On Monday afternoon, I 'm sitting at D'Colores, pondering what I should do and low and behold, Thelma comes walking by the Terra Linda, sees me, and makes a beeline crossing the road to get to me, almost getting runned down by a truck in the process. I dug deep into my shitty Spanish vocabulary and ripped her a new ass for abandoning ship on my ass a couple of days ago. She just smiled, gave me a kiss, and then another. Hell, I just forgot what I was just pissed about. We went to get Louise and they were staying in some real dump behind Belki's place. They were hungry, so I took them to the NG so they could eat lunch. I asked about Happy Hour and got the deer in the headlights look from both of them. Then I mentioned 2 for 1, and that confused them even further. I had the bartender explain the concepts and their faces lit up and violently shook their heads in agreement. Here we go!

Got in the room, got the internet radio going, musica latina of course. Tequila shots were flowing and so were the girls. Clothes were flying! If you know the size of the showers in the NG, you know they are not that big, yet alone big enough for three people. Somehow or another, we all played in the shower for quite a while. The girls love playing with the nozzle, spraying each other in the face. BTW, whoever mentioned (on this thread) to bring shower caps, thank you! All the girls liked them. At one point, they had me sit in the shower and they took turns squatting on my face. The only problem was the girls kept spraying me with the water and I felt I was being waterboarded, I about drown during this process! The girls played, danced, sang, took pictures and videos, for well over 4 hours. Monday started out well!

Hell, we had so much fun, I decided to repeat on Tuesday and set up an appointment for them to meet me at the NG at 6, and they were on time. And they were hungry, of course. Because we drank the bottle of tequila yesterday, I bought another and we took it to D'Colores. Sorry Coolie, I was not about to do one more damn shot of that nasty ass sambuca. Even though I did do one to salute you the second day in town, but it took everything I had to keep it down. We ordered wine, food, and got 3 big shot glasses. A monger I met on the beach walked by and I asked him to come over and have a shot. He spoke Spanish, and told me that the girls told him that one of them has a fantasy about fruit / yogurt and the other has a fantasy about honey. I looked at both of them and said, 'Let's go shopping! ' Turns out it wasn't about honey, but strawberry jam. I would post a picture of them licking strawberry jam off my cock, but I don't want to gross any of you out. I tipped the housekeeper the next morning because we made such a mess.

[quote=alwayshorny 2; 1220557]the attached pics are of a beauty i picked up at ng on my way to get some ice. however, this was at night around 8 pm we were all dressed and i was sent to get the ice so we could get start our pre-gaming. so, i'm walking to the bar at ng and this fine ass chica is sitting there smiling. as i get closer, i realize that this chica is no fucking joke. i was not in the mood to session and i was fresh out the shower with my gear on, so i had no intentions of doing anything. as the bartender fills my bucket, i'm trying to play it cool. i know about the skally wags that normally hang at ng looking for a quick buck. up to this point, i never sessioned any of them. they just seem nasty to me and that included my previous trip when sosua was hopping even more.

she continues to smile and give me these seductive looks. i peer down at her waist and that ass is spilling out the sides of the stool. she smelled incredible too. when i look back up, our eyes meet. i got the sense that she would do a mf right! we have some small talk. i get the ice and take a few steps going toward the rooms. i take one last look back over my shoulder and she stands up. fuck it! i'm in! she quoted me 2k. i didn't even waste any time negotiating. flame me if you want. i wanted to keep this vibe positive and get the business out of the way asap. i didn't want to fuck shit up with some hardcore bargaining.

anyway, my buddies are partying in one of the other rooms. i drop the ice off to them and show them my chica. they are upset because neither one of them wanted to go downstairs to get the ice! lol i kinda rushed our session because i wanted to go watch the rest of the nba finals at the corner sports bar, but this had no effect on the quality of my session. i closed my door and it was on. instant passion! man, that body felt fucking terrific. after some hugging and serious dfk, she whips out my johnson and begin a slow, seductive, bbbj with soft kisses, eye contact, licks on the mushroom, and then some nice deep sucking. i stop her before i bust right there. i slowly strip her and i can not believe that body. her skin was so smooth and none of that stretch mark, cellulite dented shit either.

i lay down on the bed and she starts sucking me again. i run my hand all over that ass and i'm like fuck this, i need a taste. we assume 69 and i'm eating that fresh, sweet pussy like i'm possessed. the armor comes on and she begins cowgirl laying on top of me and attacks my lips and tongue with deep kisses. the pussy was dripping wet and i'm palming that ass good. after a few minutes, i'm feeling that familiar tingle and i got to switch this shit up before i'm done. i flip her into doggy and try my best to murder that ass. once again, the tingle starts after a few more minutes and i want to ride home missionary. i flip her on her back and she instinctively raises her legs high. i grip her ankles and slowly slide in all the way to the hilt. this pussy is off the fucking chain. so hot and tight and wet and yummy and. ahhhh!

her ankles rest on my shoulders while i'm scoop my hands under her back and palm that ass. our lips meet again and i bury my dick as far as it go. she is moaning like crazy all in my mouth and i can't take it anymore. i come so hard i want to pass out right there. we separate our sweaty bodies and take a shower. she was so attentive and sweet (lol). she told me she was from santiago and just stopped in for a minute. i probably could have tln, but the night was early and i was in dog mode for this trip. i never saw her again the rest of my trip. i do not think she is a ng regular.[/quote]great post alwayshorny 2, i have found many diamonds sitting at the new gardens, theres one chica her name is jahaira, my friends call her a young jada pinkette smith, (maybe to much vodka) but i've taken her for years, she still looks good, her body is still tight, and she outs it down everytime. i love the fact that one moment, theres hella sjally wag, then a hour later, theres a few diamonds in the rough at ng, so i have no problem with the daytime talentthere, but thats only apetitizers, the main meal i order out at classicos, or call a fine ass chica in such as naomi.

[QUOTE=Kman1; 1220404]I've never stayed in the old wing of NG. I checked out one of the rooms briefly and it looked like there wasnt much room to move around as compared to the new wing, and also the bathrooms were much better in the new wing. Anybody stayed in both old and new wing, can you tell me if there really is a big difference? The old wing is $15 cheaper per nite / but I like the location of rooms in the old wing as they are right in the center. Does it really make a difference?

I like Terra Linda, but the problem is there are no daytime chicas there and with the crackdown these days I feel that chicas on site is a priority.[/QUOTE]I've stayed in both the old and new wings and in my opinion the extra $14. Is well spent to stay in the new wing. The reasons are as follows:

Bigger room.

Better shower.

MUCH better air conditioners.

Better beds

[QUOTE=Tomjackin;1220695]Nope, indeed it was before the crack down. I was there for the first time the same time frame. The crack down was scheduled for December 6th, give or take a few days.[/QUOTE]Nope-the crackdown started 3 months before that. That's when the raids and arrests began. The day you are talking about the was a meeting to reinfore it. But the crackdown was in effect much before that.

I was in SD 2 weeks ago and had a great time. I was thinking about my next trip. I have never been to sousa. I know sd very well. I am debating whether I should try Sousua. When I was in sd I imported talent to my Hotel. I would like opinions where I would have the better time.

[QUOTE=Manizales911; 1220867]I've stayed in both the old and new wings and in my opinion the extra $14. Is well spent to stay in the new wing. The reasons are as follows:

Bigger room.

Better shower.

MUCH better air conditioners.

Better beds[/QUOTE]Yes I think I made the right choice. NG is the place to be. I got a double for single rate since they are out of single rooms in the new wing. I need to inquire about ISOG rates. Chicas keep appearing at the restaurant / bar since I have been here. They are not all that bad. Also daytime action on the streets seems to have picked up. Not up to the heydeys but better than last year. I have only been here since 3pm, not sure how it is before that. The main drag is still slow with a few hags sitting outside Rumba. The other side of pedro clisante towards passion is better. I saw at least 15 girls from a walk down the road, some in groups. Trying to upload some pics but Internet connection is really slow in the new wing. May have have to go to the lobby to upload.

Another thing I noticed on the flight from Miami to POP this time unlike previous years, there seemed to be a lot more regular tourists like on a flight to any other carribean destination and a lot less monger types and locals. My guess is tourism is picking up in the north coast.

[QUOTE=Lugalzaggizi;1220954]This was before Patricia gained weight, got a chest tatoo, and died her hair. She was a stunner.[/QUOTE]You forgot the picture. But I jumped in her shit. I told her if she didn't have all those tattoos and weave and shit then she would be a beautiful woman. Weight I could give a fuck less about. I gotta have a woman with some stretch marks most of the time.

[QUOTE=Tomjackin; 1220854]This was my 5th trip to Sosua within the past year and I must say it was my best! There was hot women every-damn-where. I never made it to Passions or to CMP, so can't comment on those places.

Took the red-eye flight out of LAX on Thursday night, and got into POP the next afternoon. Stayed at the NG, double room, which worked out well, at the ISOG cash rate of $67. Hit up Orange, the market, and the bank; chores finished! Had an itch to take care of, grabbed one of the NG girls and off we went. After some playtime, my NG girl suggested I should sleep, because she could see I was tired; nah! Mistake one!

Headed to Latino and ran into Miguel and Juan. Miguel explained there was a change in management a few months ago, and some of the staff was let go, including the tall stalking bartender; good news there. The bad news was that Juan, the big dude that always takes care of me, also lost his job. He told me that his family was suffering because jobs were far and few in between. I told him that he was now working for me and he would have his hands full watching over my stupid ass. He said he was up for the task. And honestly, I've been running the streets naked for 35+ years, and really just did it to help him out. But believe me; he came through like a champ, and on several occasions. He was also good for carting around a drunken chica with 6 inch heels (photo below).

Thelma and Louise – Thelma is a serious cutie and loves to laugh and play; nice body to boot. Louise is a real sweetie, but bigger gal than I would usually play with.

I have a handful of good stories about this duo just fresh off the bus from Santo Domingo. I met them after one too many shots. They were standing near the entrance to Classico and both came on to me at once. I asked Juan if he knew them, and he said no, and they told him this was their second day in town. Here we go! I grabbed both of them and went upstairs to the club. Usually I don't go into Classico, but it just seemed like the thing to do at the moment. OMG, the talent in Classico on both Friday and Saturday nights was off the freaking hook! Stunner after stunner walked by and smiled, even though I was with the duo.

Back to Latino with the duo. Dancing, shots, and more shots. The girls were having a blast, and I was in sailor heaven! BTW, there is a new girl working the entrance bar, her name is Yeral, the chica is smoking hot, IMHO. The duo and I decided to head to the After One club, which should be renamed After Four on the weekend and After 3 on the other nights, due to that's when everyone pours into the place. On the way there, I felt the need to stumble, even though I had two chicas hanging on to me for dear life. And Juan had my back. I stopped and told the girls that I'm throwing in the towel, mainly because I can no longer see. They wanted to come with me, but I knew I would not remember a damn thing anyway; so I sent them packing and Juan hauled my dumb ass up to my room.

Saturday I headed to the beach in the early afternoon and hung at Herman's place till dusk. I called the hottie, Yeral, and she met me at the beach within an hour. The beach had a good number of girls walking back and forth, and many stopped by to say Hi to Herman. Yeral was sitting next to me and seemed really out of place with all these hardcore chicas running around. I then had a strange thought, 'Is this girl to classy for me to fuck, and if I did, would it damage her reputation as a new bartender in Latino? ' Then I thought, 'Fuck dude, when did these morals magically appear? Get a damn grip man! ' Moments later, I get a call from Thelma, wanting to know where I was. I put her on the phone to Herman and told him to get both of their asses out here ASAP. Done! I sent Yeral packing.

Thelma and Louise show up within an hour, in bathing suits to boot. After an hour or so, Herman suggested we all take a swim to cool off, turned out to be a good idea. The girls were kissing up a storm, giving underwater blowjobs, and just acting buck wild in the water. Headed back to the table and the girls were giving massages and I was looking forward for the late afternoon romp. All of a sudden, these two old skanky European hags strolled by Herman's place. Thelma jumps, goes to talk with them, and then, out of the fucking blue, both of the girls walk off into the sunset with the two shanks. I looked at Herman and asked him, 'What in the living fuck just happen? ' He shrugged his shoulders and replied, 'It appears we lost the girls to two old lesbians. ' I said, 'Ain't that some shit, never happen to me before. ' Herman had a 'What the fuck' look on his face, and replied, 'Me either. '

On Monday afternoon, I 'm sitting at D'Colores, pondering what I should do and low and behold, Thelma comes walking by the Terra Linda, sees me, and makes a beeline crossing the road to get to me, almost getting runned down by a truck in the process. I dug deep into my shitty Spanish vocabulary and ripped her a new ass for abandoning ship on my ass a couple of days ago. She just smiled, gave me a kiss, and then another. Hell, I just forgot what I was just pissed about. We went to get Louise and they were staying in some real dump behind Belki's place. They were hungry, so I took them to the NG so they could eat lunch. I asked about Happy Hour and got the deer in the headlights look from both of them. Then I mentioned 2 for 1, and that confused them even further. I had the bartender explain the concepts and their faces lit up and violently shook their heads in agreement. Here we go!

Got in the room, got the internet radio going, musica latina of course. Tequila shots were flowing and so were the girls. Clothes were flying! If you know the size of the showers in the NG, you know they are not that big, yet alone big enough for three people. Somehow or another, we all played in the shower for quite a while. The girls love playing with the nozzle, spraying each other in the face. BTW, whoever mentioned (on this thread) to bring shower caps, thank you! All the girls liked them. At one point, they had me sit in the shower and they took turns squatting on my face. The only problem was the girls kept spraying me with the water and I felt I was being waterboarded, I about drown during this process! The girls played, danced, sang, took pictures and videos, for well over 4 hours. Monday started out well!

Hell, we had so much fun, I decided to repeat on Tuesday and set up an appointment for them to meet me at the NG at 6, and they were on time. And they were hungry, of course. Because we drank the bottle of tequila yesterday, I bought another and we took it to D'Colores. Sorry Coolie, I was not about to do one more damn shot of that nasty ass sambuca. Even though I did do one to salute you the second day in town, but it took everything I had to keep it down. We ordered wine, food, and got 3 big shot glasses. A monger I met on the beach walked by and I asked him to come over and have a shot. He spoke Spanish, and told me that the girls told him that one of them has a fantasy about fruit / yogurt and the other has a fantasy about honey. I looked at both of them and said, 'Let's go shopping! ' Turns out it wasn't about honey, but strawberry jam. I would post a picture of them licking strawberry jam off my cock, but I don't want to gross any of you out. I tipped the housekeeper the next morning because we made such a mess.[/QUOTE]Wait a minute! Let's recap here. Did you just say you had 2 chicas lick strawberry jam off your cock? Sanky lesbians on the beach stealing your woman? WHAT THE FUCK! LMFAO! You a fool for this post. As always your adventures in Sosua keeps getting better and better. Keep'them coming

[QUOTE=Lugalzaggizi; 1220949]I woke up at 7 am And still could have used more sleep, for I got to bed at 4 am Last night. I stayed in bed and waited to get the grogginess out of me. A little more rest would enable me to perform better on the Choco Loco mountain biking tour I was going on today. I gathered my equipment together and found a taxi about twenty minutes before the tour would start. When I got to Iguana Carlos and Lenny were there. Lenny was the manager of Iguana, who actually had banged his fair share of chicas in his time, but now he was grossly overweight and married with kids, effectively out of the game. I first met Ricardo, the guide on my first mountain bike tour with Iguana. I needed to change dollars and they didn't have it and nothing was open. I gave the driver $17 American, $2 more than 1500 pesos converts to. I told Roberto and Lenny that I was going to find a place to exchange money and then I would be back. I had the driver take me back to my apartment in Cabarete and then I gathered my mountain biking equipment and then left to find a money exchange place. After some delay finally found a money exchange place and then went to Iguana to start the mountain bike tour.

It was an extremely hot day and the ride was beginning to become taxing. I was in excellent physical condition, as a result of all the training I did this summer, but I was not in cycling specific condition. During our ride we got into discussing sex workers, the major topic of conversation on all the mountain bike tours I went on with him. He is married, but does have sex with sex workers who he meets at pool halls in exchange for dinner and 300 pesos to pay for items for her baby. Talk about underpaying. I often include dinner and 2000 pesos for sex worker's services. I wonder where those pool halls are that he goes to. I once did go to a pool hall in Cabarete, but I did not see any women there that I thought were attractive, so I left. As a result of that particular experience I saw no point in asking him where the pool halls were. About halfway into the ride I saw two poverty stricken children, about five and four-years of age, who watched us ride by with marked curiosity. In addition, I saw another poor child that was not nearly as shoddily attired as were the other two children. I asked Roberto why they weren't in school and he said that school is sometimes too far for them to travel to, so they don't always go regularly.

We finally made it to the local store that was at the end of the trail, for a needed rest and consumption of electrolytes. I was hoping they had Gatorade; it was foolish of me not to have packed some Gatorade ahead of time. Unfortunately, they did not have any. However, we were fortunate enough to meet an attractive woman at the encounter. I think I truly am missing out on a lot of the talent in the Dominican Republic due to the fact that I am so pressed for time, relegated to just the bars in Sosua, Passiones, and the occasional woman I might meet in Cabarete. One needs to get out on a tour of the countryside to really experience the carnal pursuits that the Dominican Republic has to offer. Roberto said she had a boyfriend, though that would not have stopped me from making an overture to her, for I would want her to tell me herself that she had a boyfriend after myself making the overture, so I would then know for sure that she was not interested in me, and thus apparently off the market. I was pressed for time anyway, so even if she was single my musings were merely academic. Was I going to do take a taxi out here from Cabarete and then take her out on a date on the off chance that she might have sex with me- I certainly would make it worth her while financially and would do my best to sexually satisfy her? However, it simply was far more convenient to meet women in the bars and discos in Sosua as well as Passions. We left and I would probably never see the beautiful chica again.

We did finally make it to a store with Gatorade and quenched our thirst for water and electrolytes. When we got back to Iguana I tipped Roberto 400 pesos and bid him goodbye.

I now needed to start make arrangments for sexual interludes, so I went to an internet café to set up appointments with chicas, but their service was down, so I accosted a man on the street and asked him to make a call for me, giving him 50 pesos. I called Estephanie, who I met at Classicos the previous night and asked her if she wanted to see me today and she said yes. I told her to meet me at New Garden at 6 pm I then called Yaridia, a woman I met at Classicos the previous night, to see if she wanted to come out to Cabarate and meet me, hence the convenience of having an apartment in Cabarete in addition to the room I had at New Garden. Yaridia didn't answer so I went back to Vela Windsurf and asked Jens about windsurfing. He said the wind was not strong enough to go out. Instead, I had a huge breakfast and went back to my apartment at La Punta to shower and gather up my windsurfing equipment, so I would be ready for when the wind would pick up. I was committed to windsurfing and stand up paddling, but I was shot from the mountain bike tour. That is what happens when one does not engage in months of preparatory cycling and then heads out on a three-hour mountain bike tour. I simply could not recover, not to mention I was sleep deprived. I sacked out in a lounge chair under the shade, but it was still hot and I simply could not effectuate the necessary energy to get up and windsurf. I was out every night to the wee hours of the morning banging chicas as well as scuba diving in the mornings, not to mention doing interval training and calisthenics in the early evening, so as to enable me to stay awake at night. Such a marathon of athletic activity and sex had been going on for three days and it was beginning to take its toll. I went to the fruit stand to get some fruit and on the way I bumped into a taxi driver who drove me back and forth between Sosua and Cabarete. I asked him to use his phone, of course paying him fifty pesos for the service, and finally got a hold of Yaridia. I set up an appointment at New Garden for 9 pm I went back to Vela and finally mustered the energy necessary to windsurf. However, by the time I got the board out the wind died. I then took out a standup paddle board and then a thunderstorm rolled in. Luck certainly was not with me as far as the windsurfing was concerned. Instead, I had dinner at Vela windsurf and then headed back to Sosua.

I got back to New Garden at a few minutes before my scheduled appointment with Estaphanie at 6 pm Of course, she was not waiting at one of the tables, though there were a few women sitting down at the bar and tables who I was not interested in. I did sit down with a chica called Boone. She was interested in me- more precisely the money that I would offer her. However, I had a previous engagement of which I told her about, truthfully, though whether or not Estaphanie would show up was an altogether different matter. Boone was from Santiago and had a baby that was a few months old with a Dominican-American man that never sent her any money for the baby. She pressed the issue of massage, but I told her that I was not interested in having sex with her. However, she did not leave the table and was quite agitated. I can't say I blame her. How could one live with no work and a baby? She said she had a high school diploma and did not go to university because she had no money. I could believe that she had no money, but not the fact that she did have a high school diploma. She would be more attractive if she was happier, notwithstanding the fact that she did have fat on her stomach. Her friend's demeanor was far worse. I would write this journal entry months after the fact and while writing it I thought about an article that I had read in the New Republic that discussed the recent study that was done on the life outcomes of infants condemned to orphanages in the family planning nightmare of Ceausescu's Romania. The neglect of Romanian children in orphanages, especially during their first two years of life, had disastrous consequences for them in later life in terms of lowered IQs, predisposition to criminal behavior, mental illness and debilitating disease. Even worse, the adults suffering such maladies attributed to child neglect often neglected their own children, its most deleterious effects occurring during the first two years of life. Anxiety and depression were the primary mental illnesses suffered in later life by the Romanian orphans. At that moment I wondered if the women sitting across from me at the table, obviously suffering from both depression and anxiety were neglected as a result of the poverty that they were reared in and whether or not they were neglecting their children as well. A particular example of anxiety disorder was the woman who told me straight to my face that she cut her ex boyfriend's penis with a knife because he beat her up. Another girl that sat down was dressed up in tight yellow pants and low cut shirt, divulging her ample hips and breasts. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I was writing a book. She took my notebook and wrote in grammatically incorrect Spanish that she was a prostitute and made 2000 pesos a day. An older man, overweight and quite unattractive, walked by and she called over to him. He smiled at her, but did not come over to her. I asked her if she thought he was attractive. She said it was business. I asked her whether or not it was important to be attracted to a man and enjoy yourself. She said sarcastically, 'I like sucking dick. It is all about dinero'. I left the girls at the table and went back to my apartment in order to get my running gear, so I could do some interval training before the festivities began. I knew that Estaphanie was not going to show up, for it was 7 pm and she was supposed to be here at 6 pm I was not going to call her. I wouldn't do that for someone in New York who did not show up for a date, let alone in Sosua where the women I set up appointments with to have sex with were being paid. There were just too many attractive women around for me to go out of the way for someone that is not responsible.[/QUOTE]An attractive woman that likes to suck dick and you think about jogging? To each his own bro. I own a couple businesses in Cabarete, one of which is a pool hall overlooking the streets. I'm sure you have seen it being Cabarete is small. PM me and I will tell you where my buisinesses are and you can go hang out there. Also my Dominican partner speaks perfect english and would love to be accomadating.

[QUOTE=Tomjackin; 1220854]This was my 5th trip to Sosua within the past year and I must say it was my best! There was hot women every-damn-where. I never made it to Passions or to CMP, so can't comment on those places.

Took the red-eye flight out of LAX on Thursday night...[/QUOTE Strawberry jam huh, could get sticky, and whats up with them european skanks. Ahem."jackin"toms two hunnies WTF. And you were waterboarded? LOL!

Overall an amazing, funny, informative report absolutely love everyminute of it!

Other Chicas.

I had a great reunion with my first Sosua love, the Beach Girl. Her, and a few others that no longer work for Herman and I had an afternoon party at the beach. Yep, shots, drinks, and food was on tap for the 5 of us. As we were all leaving the beach, I had a, 'What in the fuck was I thinking? ' moment because all of us poured into the Waterfront restaurant. Guess what happens when you walk into a nice restaurant with 4 drunk chicas? Everyone in the place stops talking and stares, children included. I quickly went into the 'Fuck them and feed them hotdogs' mode and let the girls have fun, and they did. After snacks and drinks, it was Beach Girl time. I still remember her scent, touch, and feel from the last time I saw her, which was last November this time period.

On my forth night, Monday, I realized I had yet to call one of my favorites, Little Dancer. She showed up about an hour after the duo left. I took her to her favorite restaurant and then back to the room for rack operations. She questioned as to why there was strawberry jam all over the place, but I chose not to explain. Little D has these great outfits and always dresses to the "T" for me. She is also one hell of a dancer, thus the nick name. She can get you off while dancing. Only issue with her is she is not that good in the rack, but I love her anyway.

Every night when I started out at Latino, this hottie came on to me. But Juan said she was bad news so I put her off each time. The last night there, she came on to me again, and I just happened to be in the 'What the fuck, it is the last night' mode. I told her I had 1000 pesos with her name on the bill, for an hour in my room, and right fucking now! She agreed and Juan was shaking his head with disbelief for the second time of the trip, the first time was for my decision on Patricia, who has my best story to come. After we went to the NG, I got a call from the front desk and the clerk told me to be careful and watch my money with this girl; no problem. The girl was sexy, hot, and fun to play with and I kept her in site the entire time. Sorry, don't remember her name.

The second night in Classico, I invited one of the hottest chicas I've ever saw in this club over for a drink. She wanted $100 US for short time, I told her to move along. Then a beautiful, hot dancer, and happy to boot crossed my path, her name was Anita. It did not take me long to warm up and like this sweetie. We spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing. She stayed with me what was left of the evening until the next day. After more rack operations in the late morning, she announced that she was hungry; I heard that quite a bit this trip. We ate at D'Colores. The sambuca shot next to her tits I thought was a nice salute to my pal Coolie. Picture is below.

Patricia.

I looked for this crazy chica for past three nights, she was nowhere to be found. I was in After One sitting with Juan, Beach Girl, and little D, when I felt someone grab my ass and I turned my head, and I recognized the ass, and then, she turned and smiled; it was Patricia! She went from a long blonde, to a short sassy looking brunette; it was no wonder I could not find her. I told Juan about my new and improved plan. I said get Beach Girl on her way home, and I will send little D packing as well. He asked me who was I bringing on deck and I pointed to Patricia, and he gave me a 'Are you out of your fucking mind' look and said, 'Not her, that girl is fucking crazy! ' I replied, 'I know, I know' with a big smile.

Patricia and I set down some ground rules:

1 – Do not hurt or kill me tonight.

2 – The price is set, no changing your crazy ass mind.

3 – This is what will go down in the room.

4 – Play like a good girl, let's keep it friendly.

5 – If you don't remember much about this conversation, remember at least the first rule!

She agreed to all and off we went.

Guess what? She was hungry! Jesus-tap-dancing Christ, does any chica ever eat in that town? So she hopped on a motoconcho, side saddle because of her dress, and I'm thinking there is no room left because of her big ass, but she insisted that I ride with her. I got on with very little room and I held on like grim death, with Juan in tow. We went to this 24 hour bar / restaurant, Oarpirina I think was the name. We get a table and all is peaceful, we order our drinks, shots, and food. Peaceful did not last for long.

There were 3 people sitting at the next table and one of them made a remark that did not sit well with Patricia whatsoever. She then turned to them and spouted out a least a couple of paragraphs in response. Game the fuck on! All three jumped up and was headed over to us. Juan jumped up and blocked them off until others came to help. Patricia did not seem rattled at all. She just sat there and smile at me. Then she very calmly reached into her purse and pulled out this 7 inch blade and held it out of view under the table, all the while smiling at me. The cops came and hauled off the others. She put her blade away, had a shot, and ate her food, like nothing ever happened. I was impressed, but yet now a tad nervous and excited.

When in the room, I showed her the 2 videos I took of her when we partied in August. She was laughing so hard, I thought she would surely [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] herself; but she didn't. She was a hoot in bed. I made damn sure to play with that hot ass of hers. She wanted to get more playful and slap my face from time to time, not sure why, she seemed to enjoy it and it made her even wetter; a nice kink for sure. We had a great session!

Afterwards, I threw two bills on the bed, the agreed amount. Apparently the ceiling fan blew off one of the bills while we were playing on the internet. She went over to get her money and asked me what happened and I told her I wasn't sure. She put her hands on her hips and gave me a 'I'm getting pissed' look. Then she headed over to get her purse and I know exactly what is in that fucking purse! My first thought was, 'Fuck me to tears, I'm going down to Patricia! I should have listened to all the warnings, but nooooooo, I had to find out for myself, what a dumb fuck! ' I said, 'Whoa baby, we will find the money. Put the purse down and back away, and most importantly, remember rule number one! ' The bill was on the floor under the bed; whew! All and all, I had a great and exciting night with her.

Patricia recommendation: Personally I had a lot of fun with the crazy chica. However, if you don't already know her, I would not recommend that you just hunt her down and take her to your room. She is the hunter! If I had not partied with her a couple of nights my last trip; I seriously don't think I would have taken the plunge. And most of all, if you treat her with respect, she seems to return with respect. Just my thoughts. Double most of all, don't [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] off this chica!

Some tidbits:

I did not see any police action against the girls, but I was only there for 5 fast and furious nights.

I had my first street cart Johnny sandwich. Not sure what was in it, but it was good.

Frannie and I was sitting on the edge of the Merengue, watching hottie after hottie walk by when the El Flow incident broke out. My understanding the chica tried to pull the trigger on several occasions, but the gun sucked; could be wrong.

One late night in After One there was a power outage, then we heard two loud noises from the back of the club; it cleared out quickly. I was told the next day it was bottles that broke.

Overall thoughts:

The place was hotter than hell. There are plenty of hardcore chicas in play, but also there are a good number of sweet ones as well. The more I established contacts, the more fun I seem to have. The girls are making a comeback, on the streets, at the beach, and in the clubs. It is still one of my favorite spots in the world!

Final note: I'm walking through Miami International to get to my connecting flight to LAX and this woman with a fine ass is walking in front of me. I did not care what gate she was headed to, I wanted to follow her around like a puppy looking for milk. Then I asked myself,"Haven't you had enough?" I guess not!