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We know you are back. We know you have had time to reload and recover. Ok then ... tell us all the details. Photos. The lewd and sordid adventures of DodgerBulldog in Bogota. The Colombianas must have been decimated and out of service now for the next 30 days recovering. No need for any other guys to head down until February. The Dodge has been there and conquered.
TGAM Noguera
After dinner my buddy and I hailed a taxi and asked to go to a medium level club in a barrio called Chapinero on Avenida Caracas. For some reason, I seemed drawn to the name of the club, "Lindas Universitarias."
I know what it is like to be a poor college student. Maybe I could assist a deserving chica looking to supplement her beca.
When we got there it was locked up tight with no signs of life. I started going down my cheat sheet when the taxista intervened. If we wanted to see some piel, his strong suggestion was La Piscina. But he made us promise not to walk the neighborhood, and call for a taxi when we were ready to return.
I don't often take cabby's suggestions, but we weren't doing too well on our own and the guy seemed legit, so he drove us to the Santa Fe neighborhood in Centro where La Piscina is in the center of the red light district.
We were mauled upon entry, as a half dozen waiters all tried to drag us to sit at a table in their area. The were plenty of women, lots of dancing, but we were in a for a bit of a surprise:
They claimed that they did not even have beer. They told us that they only sold whiskey, and only by the bottle. For $50 US.
Yes, $50 USD.
I guess we looked like a couple of stupid gringos.
I told them that I did not even know what a dollar was. All I had was pesos, same as the Colombianos there. The guy told me that they didn't accept pesos from gringos.
Right.
So I went off to the bathroom and wandered around a bit. I made friends with the gay bartender, who hails from Huila, Colombia. He sold me a local brew for 3000 pesos ($1.35).
The waiter told us that since we only had a beer, we couldn't sit in the room where the chicas were at the swimming pool. House rules.
Oh well.
Man, was I horny. I quickly narrowed it down between a classic Colombiana-looking MILF, and a hot young spinner. I saw the spinner get snatched up and escorted to a table, so naturally my competitive nature told me that I had to have her.
A short while later I saw her wandering about, so I walked into the piscina area, and pulled her over to my table. She was pleasant enough, and one of those chicas who are in constant motion, but all business. Estefani claimed to be 20, but she may have been padding that by a year or so.
I was set on taking someone home to start the trip off right. So I got the lowdown on the pricing: 80,000 pesos on-site. Or 380,000 take out, which equals $170. Hmmmm.
I got Estefani's phone number and she agreed to come over at 11 AM, for 150,000. That is still about $70.
She said she had to go change, and came back in a bikini to do a pole dance. The way she moved was so fucking hot, and she knew just how to play to me.
Estefani was smart enough to come right back after her set, with a glistening of sweat that cast a sheen on her body. I couldn't wait any longer.
We rode the elevator up to the fourth floor, where there was just a mattress on the floor inside four plain walls.
Again, she was pretty business like, not letting me spend too much time on her breasts, which were a bit oversized for such a tight little body. I loved her razor-sharp hips.
She wasted no time going straight to a CBJ. I had to slow her down, but appreciated that she did listen to my instructions and coaching.
It wasn't long before she mounted me, and I was surprised that this old body could cum so fast. I guess that is what happens when it has been so long between chicas...
It was all good, but I didn't think Estefani was worth a repeat the next morning.
I didn't have my camera, but figured I better get a shot while I could, so I pulled out my cell. She was somewhat resistant, as you can see. The lighting was terrible. I need to learn how to use this phone camera in adverse conditions.
Anyway, a couple terrible photos are attached. Just enough to give you a hint of how shapely she is. Even though you can't see her face, it was quite lovely. My friend agreed that she was the hottest chica in the place.
Don't worry, the photos will get better from here on out.
DB
Hi Folks.
Just came out of La Mansión de la Barbie Calle 49 13-70.
Place look like safe.
Entrance fee is 1000 cop to see the girls.
They had 3 available girls when I arrived (around 4pm), but I noticed a very slim and petite morenita that went up with another customer just when I arrived.
None of the 3 other girls where of my taste (I like them very slim and with a small ass and a small belt), and the guy who runs the place proposed me to wait for the other busy girls to come down.
After 15 minutes, a new girl came thru the entrance door.
She was definitely cute, slim, white, busty, with a very small belt size.
But she started to talk with the boss and told him that she was just coming out of a fight with someone who slammed her face!
I was wondering if she then would be in condition to give a good service after that…
But she didn’t seem to be upset.
After 5 minutes or so, the guy asked her to get dressed and prepare herself.
Meanwhile, the morenita came back and I finally decided to go with her.
Prices are 20K for 15 minutes, 40K for 30 & 60K for an hour.
The condom has to be paid to the girl (9k), and I asked her if she would propose any extra like anal, but she didn’t want to do it even though she said that she could make an effort but she was afraid of the pain, so I didn’t insist on anal.
We went up the stairs to a bright room, I mention that, because most rooms in these places are very dark and have almost no light, so you can’t see the girl quite well.
Then we started the extra negociation and I gave her an extra 50K for being authorised to kiss her (very small) breast, and her pussy.
Then, serious thing started, and they started very well.
I gave her a good pussy linking (she left me lick her ass as well) and she started to moan.
After a wile, she asked me to let her suck my dick, and, to my great surprise (and happiness) she did it without condom!
This is quite rare in Colombia where all the girls want you to use the condom all the time.
And she knew exactly how to blow me.
After a good 69 she asked me to penetrate her.
So I moved in good position and started to put my dick (uncovered) into her lips.
She didn’t react and seemed to like it, so I told her that it would be better to cover me but she just open a little bit more her legs and pushed me in.
I was amazed, that’s the very first time that a Colombian Pro acts like that with me.
But it was so good !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn’t resist,
I only tried not to get very deep in her and not to long.
So after 2 minutes, I went back to eat her pussy, and she asked again to be penetrated.
And once again I did it uncovered.
But I couldn’t resist and came very fast (out of her pussy of course).
After cleaning the bed, we had a rest for a while and started to talk.
Her name is Karen, and she comes from Santa Marta.
She declared to be 24 but she looks much younger.
She left her husband 5 years ago.
She has 2 small kids and lives in Bogota for 2 years.
She tries to collect enough money to open a small store and quite her present job.
We talked about our life for the rest of the hour (or more ?) and then the guy downstairs yield at her that the hour was over for quite a while.
So, we dressed up and left with a good kiss.
Well, don’t tell me I’m crazy, I already know that.
But, really that’s an afternoon to remember.
Dodge
We are all waiting!
TGAM Noguera
[QUOTE=Noguera]Dodge
We are all waiting!
TGAM Noguera[/QUOTE]TMAG Nog,
I talked my buddy into heading back to the Santa Fe area in Centro for the afternoon. As we left, I mentioned that depending on how it goes, we may not be back until late tonight.
We started at La Piscina del Dia. It was across the street and a half block down from the place we went the night before. It was obvious from the same gaudy paint job that they were related.
It was a much smaller club, with porno playing on a big screen. The first sweep revealed about 20 chicas, and maybe a dozen men. I knew to ask for the for a 3000 peso beer.
After a few minutes a chica plopped down next to my friend. She was about 30 years old and rather plain – not one I would ever consider. But she spoke passable English. I think that is what he liked about her.
I was attracted to a much younger, long, lean brunette who was deep in conversation at another table. My friend’s chica noticed me staring and called her away from the man she was with. As soon as she was approaching, I got my first good look at her face and decided it wasn’t quite nice enough. So before she could sit down, I excused myself to the bathroom so as not to become entangled.
She took the hint and went back to her man.
There were maybe a couple others of interest, but I was ready to move on, and my friend soon agreed. We poked our heads into El Castillo and the Las Vegas Club, but as it was still afternoon, neither one had a single chica. They told us to come back about 7 PM to see the girls coming in.
There were some obvious street walkers, but not as many as I expected. We wandered over to the La Paisa on Carrera 16. It had maybe a half dozen girls and about 30 guys, so we moved on. A few more clubs were 100% men.
The barker in front of another club tried to pull us in, but I told him I wouldn’t go unless they had chicas, lots of chicas. He promised they had over 20 at that very moment. I was dubious, but once inside, I could see he was right. We settled in for a beer, at 2000 pesos each.
I misplaced the note where I scribbled its name, but it is just a couple doors down from La Paisa, and started with an “F,” La Fiera or El Fuego. Something like that.
We were obviously the only gringos in the place, and the waiter was aiming to please. He immediately brought over a chica for me, and I came to realize that, in his opinion, he was offering me the best the club had to offer. She was young, tiny, and had long black hair. Definitely doable, but I was looking for perfection, and didn’t want to jump at the first one I saw. I asked for more time to look around.
In the next ten minutes the waiter brought three other chicas for me (but none for my friend). I could see the waiter was frustrated that I had turned them all away.
He finally asked what I was looking for. I pointed to a blonde in the distance who I could barely see, and off he went. He brought back a blonde, but not the one I had meant.
She was very young and kind of cute, so I had her sit down. We began a conversation and I found that she had a playful personality. I learned that the cost for full service here was 35,000, or about US$15.
Relieved that he had finally satisfied me, the waiter went in search of a chica for my friend. I guess he surmised that all gringos must like blondes, so he found the only other one in the place and brought her over. She was the one I had been eyeing up and down, and now she was hooked up with my buddy, for chrissakes.
I though she had a beautiful face, a classic Colombiana look. She sported a long, lean athletic torso with tight abs and about c-cup natural breasts, and wispy long blonde hair. I cursed my dumb luck that I had to talk to this cute, little, innocent young thing next to me while my friend was with the Colombiana of my dreams.
The only negative on his blonde was a small one, in that she had braces. This is clearly a status symbol here among the upwardly mobile working girls, as it shows they are attracting enough men and making enough money to afford to upgrade themselves.
I suppose the big fake tits come next.
While I sat there all bitter with envy, I looked up to notice that my friend was now sitting alone again. After a few minutes I realized his chica wasn’t coming back, so I had to ask him what the problem was.
“We weren’t communicating well,” he said.
Geezus H. Christ. He lucks into talking to the chica I wanted, the gem in the place, the queen of all of Santa Fe and El Centro.
He could have fucked a Colombian beauty queen for $15. Which is what I would call the perfect form of “communication.”
And he sends her away because her English skills are lacking!!!
So I asked if he minded if I went after her, and he told me to be his guest. I sent the youngster sitting next to me away, and called the waiter over to bring the back he rubia who I really wanted.
Well, it didn’t happen, as it was her turn to take the stage. She was absolutely breathtaking. I thoroughly enjoyed watching her move in at a slow, deliberate, languid pace. I could easily imagine fucking her in just that manner.
She got totally naked for the fourth song, and I couldn’t wait for it to finish. I was ready to pounce al over her, and so was the waiter, having verified with me three times that I wanted to see her as soon as she was done.
"He is going to bring her to me as soon as her set is over," I said.
"No he's not," my frend replied.
Huh, why would he say that?
When she was finished she went in the dressing room and never came out again. The waiter said he didn’t know where she was, and acted helpless.
I am used to Guatemala, where they will go back and wake the chicas up in their bedrooms, or pull them off the friggin’ toilet, if you ask for them by name. I told him to just go in back and get her for me, but I guess that isn’t how they operate here.
About 45 minutes later, I saw her in street clothes, making the rounds between a few tables and obviously saying her goodbyes for the night.
I much prefer to see a chica in street clothes, as it gives me the illusion of reality. And she was looking better than ever. I love those tight jeans the Colombianas wear!
I managed to position myself near the crowded doorway. As she passed by, I reached out and grabbed her arm, telling her that I needed to talk to her. She gave me a big metallic smile and told me that she would see me mañana.
And just that quickly, she was gone.
Was I totally bummed, or what? A couple hours spent in vain.
Well, no point staying here any longer. Let’s go.
Once outside, I noticed that the doorways were now full of street walkers. I wished to make their acquaintance.
My friend said he was getting hungry.
Let’s grab a quick arepa, I said, I want to talk to the girls.
No, he wanted to take a taxi back to Zona Rosa and eat at an Asian restaurant. The same one we ate at last night.
But we are here now. Who knows when we’ll be back? Let me find a few to talk with and find out some prices. And let’s see what’s cooking now up at El Castillo and Las Vegas.
He wasn’t too pleased, but I told him that now that the neighborhood was really hopping, I needed one hour more to scope the area out.
I went back to a doorway were I had seen a hot chica earlier, but I hadn’t been sure if she was on the menu. When I saw she was still there, it was clear that she was. Two cars stopped and waived her over from amongst the throng of chicas, but both quickly drove off.
I walked up and said hello.
If looks could kill, I would have been dead. What a nasty b****. I immediately lost all interest. I could understand why the two cars drove away so fast.
So it was time to move on and scout for another. We had about six square blocks to cover, all full of chicas in doorways.
My buddy was complaining about how long I had spent talking to the last chica.
Long? All I said was “hola” and went on my way!
Clearly, he didn’t want to be here.
I thought well, maybe he is afraid of the dark, so if we go inside a club he might be more comfortable. Let’s check out El Castillo now, I said.
On the way over, he started complaining that there were no girls in there.
As if he would actually do anything with one if there were…
“At 3:00, there were no chicas. It is after 7:00 now. They said to come back at 7:00. It’s only a half a block away. Let’s poke our heads in and take a look around.”
“I’m starved,” he said. “I’ll pay for the taxi to Zona Rosa, and pay for one to come back later.”
I could see that I was not going to be able to work my game in peace, so I hailed a taxi. Once inside the cab, he told me that he didn’t want to go straight to a restaurant, but rather stop at our apartment and “freshen up a bit.”
After waiting in my room for an hour, I finally knocked on his door. “When the fuck are we going to eat? I thought you were starved!” I could see that he had downed a half a bottle of vodka while “freshening up.”
“Slow down, my friend,” he said. "Enjoy the ambience of the room.”
“I can enjoy my room in the States. I can drink vodka in the States. I can even eat friggin' Asian food in the friggin' States! I came all the way to Bogotá to SPORT FUCK Colombianas. Which is the one thing that I CAN"T do in the States. Let’s fucking GO, man!!!”
He poured me a vodka.
I was grounded…
DB
hey DB ... nice report, funny actually. Great reason to go at it solo ... at your own pace, no nagging.
LMAO
I am crying I am laughing so hard. That's what buddies are truly for ... to laugh at the pain of our good friends! However, I am not certain I really believe your day #2 story. I just cannot truly believe that you went an entire day in Bogota and didn't get laid. I am not sure that is realistic!
Beware of the virgins of Bogota on day #3! Mothers keep your children locked in the house. Dodge is going to be doing some heavy whoring when he recovers from his vodka stupor!
TGAM Noguera
[QUOTE=Ricker]Great reason to go at it solo ... at your own pace, no nagging.[/QUOTE]Ricker, as always, you speak with great wisdom.
I knew there was a lesson to be learned from all this. I knew that I would look back on it someday and laugh.
But at the moment I was pissed.
Nonetheless, when we finally went to dinner, I vowed to be my most diplomatic self while discussing my concerns with my good friend.
Although I have never been known for being any kind of diplomat, at all.
“I know that we both invested a lot of time, money, and psychic energy into this trip. And we both deserve to have the vacation we’ve dreamed of, right?”
“Well, so far, it isn’t happening for me. When I leave the country, I like to fuck 2-3 chicas a day until my dick falls off. But we’ve been here a day and a half already, and I’ve only had one quickie.”
“Now, I have to take some responsibility for that. I AM very picky. But I once I leave my room I don’t go back unless I have someone with me to fuck. So maybe it is best if we split up and spend time each doing our own thing from now on.”
My friend responded well. He wanted me to be happy, and he knows that means getting laid. He said that he would work with me.
I wanted to go back down to Centro. Maybe I’ll do a streetwalker, or maybe a chica in one of the clubs. I could see he was uneasy, but he did agree.
Then he asked if we could first stop by Extasis and Casanova, the high end clubs nearby in Zona Rosa.
Last night I had established that the chicas were asking for 400,000 pesos, plus a 150,000 salido for the club. I knew I wasn’t about to pay that, but I figured that I could collect a few phone numbers to set some appointments for during the day.
Extasis was again pretty bleak. Maybe 10 chicas, maybe two of whom I would have any interest in. My friend sat with one and started to talk. I gave him a few minutes, then asked if he was going to buy a 20,000 peso beer.
Because I wasn’t, and I was ready to go next door.
He decided to come with me to Casanova’s.
Holy shit, this place had changed! There were probably 30 chicas, 20 of whom I would rate at eight or better. And only a handful of men. This looked promising.
I settled on a breathtaking young thing. She had a perfect face, great body, and seemed cheerful enough. She excused herself for a moment (I should have paid more attention to that little trick).
I spotted a dark haired spinner smiling at me and showing off all of her moves. She looked vaguely familiar, as if I had fucked the likes of her before.
Being a loyal soul, I waited for the first chica to return. About 20 minutes.
Once she came back, I did something I won’t normally do. I bought her a drink.
I hate buying drinks. I would rather spend my cash on sex. But I knew I wasn’t going to do that here tonight, so I thought I needed to make some type of investment in her if I was to persuade her to come over tomorrow.
So I bought her a chica drink for 27,000.
Within 60 seconds after the drink had arrived, she was gone.
I complained to the waiter who said he would talk to her, but I knew it wouldn’t help a thing.
Now I could turn my attention back to crowd, looking for that dark haired spinner. I didn’t see her anywhere.
One by one, the three oldest, ugliest chicas in the place plopped themselves next to me. I was polite, but firm. I told them that I wanted “look around” to find my “type.”
Finally, I had to walk away.
My friend had struck up a conversation and seemed to be pretty involved, so that was good. I felt free to go in search of my brunette. She spotted me first.
We practically fell into each others arms. We grabbed a table and made our introductions. Her name was Tatiana, and was she ever a live wire! I do speak some Spanish, but she was talking so fast that I was lucky to catch the half of it.
One thing was clear, we both wanted to do business.
I told her a lie. I said that I had already done two chicas today, and needed to recuperate until noon tomorrow. We made a date. It was time to go to work on the price.
I told her that I knew that they asked for 400,000 but that was ridiculous. Since we would meet tomorrow during her time off, and she could still be at work tomorrow night, offered her 150,000. She countered with 250,000. We settled on 200,000 for a full afternoon, two pop minimum.
My friend was deeply engaged in conversation and I could see that we would not be taking a taxi to Centro this evening. It was after 1 AM, so I decided just to walk home and rest up for my noon rendezvous.
I was pumped!
Now, if only she shows…
DB
Tatiana is Latina, so of course I expected her to be late.
She was supposed to be here by noon. After several unanswered calls to a voicemail, around 1:00 I was ready to give up on her. I called my friend and learned that he had not come back from breakfast yet, so I decided to wait a while longer for him.
Thank the gods that I did. At 1:15 Tatiana called. She would be over in an hour.
Two hours later I received a call from the front desk that there was a Senorita here to see me.
Only three hours and fifteen minutes late. In this country, that's right on time!
Tatiana burst into the room with flair, looking great, smiling big, and kissing me full on the lips. She proceeded to make her presence felt... for the next three and a half days.
So many guys here like to complain about the chicas being “pros,” but give please give me a true professional any day. Tatiana was a pro’s pro. The best kind of pro.
Nary another word about money, nor a mention of time. She was here to stimulate and excite and romance me, and to create the illusion that we had been thrown together by the fates. The fates seemed to know exactly what they were doing, and why they had matched us up together.
I’ve always believed it is a good idea to make sure that that chicas cum first, as it is truly rare that we mongers give them that kind of consideration. However, it just makes sense to me, as it seems to pay itself back many times over.
So I started by oiling Tatiana down, and proceeded with full body manual massage. Then I produced an electric mini-massager to go over her entire body again. Having established that her hygiene was impeccable, I continued to lavish her with a complete oral tongue bath from the nape of her neck down to each individual toe.
Finally, it was time to allow Tatiana to shake hands with the Pocket Rocket. It surprises me how many of these working girls have no idea what it is, and even less what it is used for. They think I plan to insert it in them, and are pleasantly surprised to learn that it goes on their clits.
Those of you who don’t bring a Pocket Rocket along are really missing the boat.
Starting slowly at first to win her trust, I then pinned Tatiana down to where she was helpless to move, making her cum over and over again, while I managed to get two fingers all the way into her little ass.
When I finally got tired and let up on her, I noticed that it was after five. She had received a full 90 minutes of my undivided attention.
If one is looking for GFE, it just makes sense to provide BFE, right?
It was fifteen minutes before she could stir, then she went to compose herself while showering off the oil and freshening herself up for me.
It was my turn now.
Although I can’t say that she was quite as thorough as I had been, Tatiana left out nothing that I desired to be touched, and nothing important unsucked. I never had to indicate to her more than once what I liked, as she was paying close attention to each little response I had for everything she did. Every time that she was polite enough to ask if I was ready for her to mount me, I motioned for a little more of her boca, until finally I could no longer hold out.
I don’t recall how many times we changed positions, but whenever she sensed that I was close to cuming, she became a master at slowing down and backing off. By the time we finished together and kissed and snuggled and spooned, another hour and a half had gone by.
Finally, I felt that I received a proper welcome back to Colombia.
Whew...
Weighing in with all of 44 kilos on her 154 centimeter frame, she was just the type of spinner I had been looking for. Attached are some photos, including one taken after she received her promotion to honored position of “Captain” on the Dodger’s team.
DB
Congrats DB ....
Glad you found a good one!
Nice morenita ... great body ... if she got some braces and fixed up her over bite a bit, she'd be espectacular.
Taker easy amigo ...
[QUOTE=Col Bog 1]So after 2 minutes, I went back to eat her pussy, and she asked again to be penetrated.
And once again I did it uncovered.[/QUOTE]Okay, Col Bog, so now you're going to die. We're all gonna die anyway.
Nice story!
DB
[QUOTE=Novio] I’m not sure I’d repeat with her since I had better experiences with Bridget and Ericka.[/QUOTE]
So I had to try out Bridget, didn't I?
104 is a strange affair. Its on the west side of K15, with an open mezzanine level. Up the stairs on the corner and you'll see several windows obscured with white to your right. No 9 is actually *behind* the building, so follow the passage to the *left*, ignoring the hawkers. No. 9 is as the far end.
I was led into a room and the mama-san explained the prices and then invited me to choose a girl. All were very acceptable, one was much more so, and then there was Bridget... Stunning. Lovely figure, long legs, largish natural breasts, charming personality, warm smile.
The massage frankly left a bit to be desired, but then she invited me to massage her. That's a first. Then between the breasts to get me hard and between her cute little buttocks too. Condom on with the mouth (or nearly so, anyway. 9/10 for effort, but no woman's ever managed to succeed with that.) Good oral, then finished in the standard sideways across the table manner, that seems to be all the girls' favorite. Only in this case with those long sexy legs over my shoulders.
She took her time cleaning up, no rush, friendly, lots of smiles. She charges more if you want to perform oral on her, and declined to be photographed. Shame, she's a real stunner.
So lukewarm massage, good but not spectacular sex, very friendly personality and 10/10 in the looks dept. Will I be back? Do bears shit in the forest?
[QUOTE=AddictedToWomen]So I had to try out Bridget, didn't I?
I was led into a room and the mama-san explained the prices and then invited me to choose a girl. All were very acceptable, one was much more so, and then there was Bridget... Stunning. Lovely figure, long legs, largish natural breasts, charming personality, warm smile.
The massage frankly left a bit to be desired, but then she invited me to massage her. That's a first. Then between the breasts to get me hard and between her cute little buttocks too. Condom on with the mouth (or nearly so, anyway. 9/10 for effort, but no woman's ever managed to succeed with that.) Good oral, then finished in the standard sideways across the table manner, that seems to be all the girls' favorite. Only in this case with those long sexy legs over my shoulders.
She took her time cleaning up, no rush, friendly, lots of smiles. She charges more if you want to perform oral on her, and declined to be photographed. Shame, she's a real stunner.
So lukewarm massage, good but not spectacular sex, very friendly personality and 10/10 in the looks dept. Will I be back? Do bears shit in the forest?[/QUOTE]
ATW, I'm glad someone else is validating my assessment of Bridget as a real gem. To tell the truth, I'm almost regretting posting about this place since it's so small, what with the two massage cubicles and the girls, there's almost no place left for customers. I'd hate to see it over-run by mongers, leading to possible inflation and competition for girls. As it was, the last time I was there, the girl manning the door had me sit down on the couch next to another monger, and offered both of us magazines while we waited! Just like going to the doctor's office.
I agree that the talent at Abadesa's (#9) is better than their neighbors. In addition to Bridget, a tall, thin brunette named Natalia caught my eye. She gave a better massage than Bridget, and was an equally good actress for GFE for my 60K. When we finished, Bridget saw me leaving and greeted me in a friendly way, so no hard feelings.
Com'mon Dodge
We are all breathlessly awaiting Day #4, and Day #5, and I don't remember if there is a Day #6 or not. We want lurid and sordid details, man. Intimate photos, hot chicas, naked bodies (not necessarily yours though!). Don't let us down. There are those of us that have been trapped here in sex prison for several months and you are our only hope ... our only release ... we aspire to be you.
Ok ... is that whimpering and groveling sufficiently?
TGAM Nog
tgam patient one,
tatiana basically proceeded to appoint herself as social director for the next couple of days. the first item on her agenda: to get my buddy laid.
with his permission, she invited her best friend from casanova’s, ariana.
the four of us had a few drinks in my apartment, and she seemed pleasant enough, so we went to find a restaurant in zona rosa. my friend likes asian, so we ended up there. again.
tatiana was really in her element. she directed traffic, keeping everyone involved in the conversation and making us all laugh with her enthusiasm and sense of humor. when the waiter screwed up on the salads and appetizers, she was very generous in sharing her own salad with the rest of us. a very classy chica.
near the end of dinner, ariana asked tatiana to ask me if my friend was going to keep her for the night. if not, she needed to get to work. she was asking for 500,000 for toda la noche.
he was definitely interested, but not for that much. i told him that i was sure she would take the same price i had originally fixed with tatiana, 200,000 for two hours. so the offer was made, and i told ariana that if she blew him away in bed, perhaps a longer arrangement or repeat performance could be discussed at that time. everything seemed cool.
we had several drinks and more conversation and wandered around a bit before returning to my apartment a little after 1:00 am. that is when all hell broke loose.
ariana decided to push again for 500,000 for tln. i was telling tatiana to stop her or that ariana might blow the entire deal. tatiana was making faces and mouthing that she should shut her boca. my friend excused himself and told me to take care of the problem.
i gave the girls a long explanation what gfe means. talk as little about money as possible. once the deal is cut, gringos are looking for romance and affection. my friend wanted to believe that she liked him, and if she was going to insist on up selling, he would doubt that her performance would be any good. she said she understood and agreed to the original terms.
when i brought my friend back in, he told me he had decided the hell with it. he wasn’t going to spend 200,000 on her if she wanted more. i told him that he would have to take her to her room and tell her this himself.
about 10 minutes later a crying ariana came knocking on my door. my friend had dismissed her and walked away without even giving her taxi fare. she was upset that she had spent five hours with him, had nothing to show for it, and had missed work for the night. tatiana tried to calm her down.
i gave her 20,000 for taxi fare, but it still took 45 minutes to get her out of my room.
once she left, tatiana was all upset, too. she blamed herself for hooking them up and costing her friend a night’s work. she said it was lucky that ariana took it so calmly, as tatiana’s other girlfriend would have killed my friend if he had done this to her.
i held tatiana in my arms and took my time consoling her. it was almost as if we had a fight by proxy, and now it was time to make up. so we experienced none of the negativefeelings towards each other that come from a bad argument, but thoruoghly enjoyed all of the good loving that comes afterwards!
such a long story just to get to these photos for you. you didn’t peek ahead, now did you?
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