Tijuana the sexy sub tropical Havana vacation place of the West
You got some very good deals with the girls for a new timer.
There are enough diversion in and around Tijuana that you can definitely make it into whatever you want. La Zona is definitely a very relaxing place to kick back and enjoy life to the fullest, eating, drinking, smoking, gambling, flirting, having fun with the young chicas in the bars and having passionate sex with them in bed, day and night without inhibition and without having to rob banks to do it. Where else can you find a more satisfying place for a week or 2 of vacation? Tijuana is becoming a lively, colorful, decadent, sexy vacation place just like Havana in the 50's.
When not having sex with the chicas in bed, there are enough attractions and a lively food scene in Tijuana to occupy even the most curious and intrepid travelers of the world. During the day time the Pacific coast along Baja California has some bustling fishing villages, nice, clean, pristine beaches, with hot golden sand and blue, cool surf, dotted with unique bars and restaurants, worth taking a few girls for a romantic tour.
Further South, Ensenada is a very nice, clean, civilized town with good restaurants and deep sea fishing, and an interesting wine country, worth visiting. If Ensenada has the same large selections of good-looking putas like Tijuana, it would be a perfect vacation spot.
Glad you had a good time in Tijuana while breaking a few new grounds for new and old timers alike.
[QUOTE=JohnnyFive;1933690] I went to Hong Kong and got my VIP coupons printed out and can confirm that VIP members can indeed print out the free drink and 1/2 off dance coupons every 12 hours, which I did throughout my entire trip. The streets were buzzing with locals and turistas Sunday and Monday but then slowed down substantially Tuesday.
Hong Kong club truly is a magical place. You walk in there and the energy is second to none. Unfortunately the meseros seemed to be even more aggressive than my previous trip and that really takes a lot of the excitement out of it for me personally. The most fun I had in Hong Kong this trip was on a slow Tuesday with a 27 year old bubbly woman named Nissan (who made it a point to tell me several times that she drove a Mini Cooper). She lived in Las Playas, two kids, thick in the right places, with a lot muscle hidden under that thickness. I wanted to go arriba with her but her shift was almost over and she said she had to get her kid. We spent the remainder of her shift in the lap dance booth. Best "dance" I've gotten in HK and she offered everything up right there but I declined (too cramped in there)..[/QUOTE]
Wednesday-Thursday Visit: Report Is Longer Than Stay
A quick two night, one day visit. Flew into SAN on Wednesday evening and did the bus-trolley transfer. Worked out well in my case. Was at San Ysidro changing money an hour and five minutes after leaving the airport. Across the border the first taxi asked for ten bucks, but thanks to the awesome community here I knew better. Must have been a slow night as the second one agreed on the five dollars just as God instructed. Kind of interesting: Must have been new because he seemed genuinely surprised that Cascadas rents as a standard hotel in addition to the short times.
Hit the service desk for the VIP card. They were out of the plastic cards so issued me a hand-scrawled facsimile that proved to be problematic about half the times I used it. The doormen seemed to be up to speed but the mezeros, etc. , were pretty much clueless. Now I have to get back to Tijuana within four months to amortize the cost. The things we must do sometimes!
Got my single room and went off in search of someone to share it with for a while. Wanted to track down Paola but, as mentioned, she is hard to catch thanks to the rest of you guys and apparently every other male with a pulse in a fifty mile radius. I never even got a glimpse of her in my four attempts over the next day. An even better reason to return within four months!
Instead I chose poorly from within Hong Kong, seduced by a pretty Selena Gomez face and an impressive cleavage that turned out to have a lot of other impressive, as measured by size only, assets. Yes, I scored a fatty. The session did not go well despite her gallant efforts. My lower head is no fan of condoms so often FS can be difficult at my usual Asian haunts, but here even the BJ was covered (did not inquire about any extra-cost options as I considered it would be throwing more money away. Just putting lipstick on the pig), so I ended up having to give her a hand.
With that debacle fresh in mind, the next morning I walked to Farmacia Piri for some generic Viagra. I was surprised at how close it was and decided I would hoof it to PedWest the next day rather than hassle with taxis. Killed more time eating at Azul but returned to a still un-made up room. Do they normally clean the daily rooms? I went off to kill more time, asking the front desk to have the room done. It never was so I was left with one moderately clean towel, mine, and one funky one, hers, that she had tossed onto the floor after use to serve as a bathmat. To put the best spin on it, true, the usable towel had buffed an ass crack, but at least it was MY ass crack. Also, there were no visible brown streaks.
That evening I again made several prowls at the Cascadas alley door but there was no Paola so I went in HK to make a selection. I was determined to avoid another porcine porking so became hyper-critical, particularly in the butt department. It seems that butt size standards have loosened over the years. As evidence I offer just two words, "Kim Kardashian", but I cannot lie unless possible incarceration is involved: I am no Sir Mix-a-Lot. My failure to embrace the new golden gluteal standard pretty much annihilated the HK dancing staff: either the butts were obviously too large or were concealed, often by remarkably strong and stretchy dresses. I'm not saying fat here, though some certainly qualified. Just in excess of my old fashioned standard.
Then a heavenly ass ascended a single occupancy stage. I have no idea how to describe which stage is which, but the important thing is this is the one where the dancers generally get topless. And she did. Moving from top down it was an ever-lovelier trek: the face was actually borderline, but I had a pretty face the night before and my favorite two positions do not include a view of the face, anyway. The boobs were small but had neat pointy nipples that just begged to be molested. And that ass! Paydirt!
Her name was Elisa and a couple fichas later we were out of there. Again CBJ, then she mounted cowgirl. Things didn't work out. I had not taken the little helper I bought earlier because stupid. More CBJ. I asked her if she wanted another condom but something for lost in translation and I found out her premium for BBBJ was $50, so a little more than twice what I pay for the whole BBBJ in Thailand. My cheap upper brain overruled my horny lower one. Eventually, though, she understood what I was offering (I think I said "mas condom?) and on went the replacement.
Things took an immediate turn to the better. I have no idea whether it was the different model, the Magnum Thin, or, more likely, the sight of Elisa on her elbows and knees, face buried in the pillow, but the flaccid phallus phenomenon was a thing of the past. There was much pounding. There was much mutual sweating. There would be much stiffness on the morrow. Finally I rolled off and she finished me by hand as I groped and kneaded some perfectly sized buttocks.
Friday morning around 10:30 I staggered out of Cascadas and headed for PedWest. I didn't find the temporary catwalk / bridge nearly as rickety as some have described, but the business of those speed bumps every eight feet was pretty egregious. Fortunately previous posters (thanks!) had mentioned the issue so I had brought my roller / backpack convertible bag and in thirty seconds things got a lot better. Probably would have been a handful maneuvering the roller through the narrow slot between the queues on each side, anyway. I went through that gap with some trepidation. I assumed that it was like the PedEast arrangement where one eventually gets to the head of the lines and finds the SENTRI lane, but I had been unable to confirm it.
I was seriously relieved when I got there. There were two (presumably) Mexican women ahead of me in the line but it turned out that they were not supposed to be there and were sent packing, probably back to the other side of the Continental Divide where the back of the lines were. I would have breezed through except that the CBP agent and I had some common backgrounds so we had a BS session for about five minutes since no one was behind me. At first I thought it was just a ploy to get my guard down before asking if I was toting a small Mexican contortionist in my bag, but no, he was just a friendly, chatty guy.
I opted to wait for the 907 bus to get to the trolley. This turned out to be a bad move as it was really, really late, though it wasn't like I was in a hurry to get anywhere: I planned the return to get to the airport two and a half hours before my flight so I could shower and hang out in the Airspace (American and Alaska Airlines, among others) lounge. Kind of funny: The Mexicans obviously know a thing or two about queuing in lines if they cross the border regularly and I was chastised for not properly lining up for the bus: I was about six feet from the next person and some middle aged matron corrected me.
Looking for that perfect, sexy girl
Funny report. A guy who flew a long distance to Tijuana, to find that perfect girl, with good looks and nice, gentle personality, to entrust his deepest feelings for the most passionate and intimate sessions in bed. This could be the start of a new romantic novel with the bustling, noisy, colorful and exotic Tijuana as the cultural background.
I've got to tell Paola the whole story next time my fingers caress her clit and her wet pussy, giving her shaking orgasms, while I gaze deeply into her pretty eyes. Hehe. The truth is Paola is not even that busy even with all the promotion recently. She was always available when I looked for her, but has been absent for the last few weeks. She probably went home for a quick visit end of summer.
One time I was screwing her the slowest and gentlest ways I could. Paola was in a daze in pleasure with her eyes fluttering closed, her mouth gaping open. I could not resists and stuck my tongue into her mouth for a DFK. She quickly got all mad; her tiny, sexy body flew off the bed. She stood in front of the mirror, putting clothes and lipstick back on to get out of the room, angrily chastising me for kissing her. I moseyed over and embraced her from behind, kissing her sexy neck and her shoulder, apologizing with lots of 'Lo siento. " She calmed down. I dragged her back to bed and we resumed our hot session. Hehe. She acts very similar to a few hot-tempered GFs I once had.
I am also turned off by the excess glutony that shows up on chicas butts and midriffs, some even carry ugly and ridiculous fake boobs and butts. A few times the crude rock-hard fake boobs and saggy, squishy asses just killed off my libido in bed. I prefer the real, natural, spongy body features, even if they are slightly imperfect. The trick in HK is to carry a load of $ in your pocket, hand them out liberally while kissing mouths, squeezing boobs, grabbing butts, groping crotches to check for the right firmness and texture, while gauging the chicas' responses to your touch. If you find a chica with the real goods and she's smiling, pulling closer, offering a kiss, while being touched, that's a good sign that she will probably give you a very sexy, passionate time in bed.
Glad you had a sexy time in your quick visit. Hope to see you back soon to amortize the cost of your VIP paper, and with more funny reports.
[QUOTE=Oosik;1935247]A quick two night, one day visit. Flew into SAN on Wednesday evening and did the bus-trolley transfer. Worked out well in my case. Was at San Ysidro changing money an hour and five minutes after leaving the airport.
Got my single room and went off in search of someone to share it with for a while. Wanted to track down Paola but, as mentioned, she is hard to catch thanks to the rest of you guys and apparently every other male with a pulse in a fifty mile radius. I never even got a glimpse of her in my four attempts over the next day. An even better reason to return within four months!
Instead I chose poorly from within Hong Kong, seduced by a pretty Selena Gomez face and an impressive cleavage that turned out to have a lot of other impressive, as measured by size only, assets. Yes, I scored a fatty. The session did not go well despite her gallant efforts. My lower head is no fan of condoms so often FS can be difficult at my usual Asian haunts, but here even the BJ was covered (did not inquire about any extra-cost options as I considered it would be throwing more money away. Just putting lipstick on the pig), so I ended up having to give her a hand...[/QUOTE]
