The Long Winded Musings of a NY Monger.Sosua, DR October 2012. So here
I sit at the airport, soon to board, and sad but ready to head back to the US after a fun-filled 5 night visit to my favorite North American budget sex travel locale.
Unwinding from the hectic family, social and work life I've built for myself in New York always takes me a day or two on vacation. Usually though, with a 'normal' vacation, I'm not emerged into the life of the 3rd world. That's not say that I don't travel to exotic places with the family. I do as often as possible, but when you're with family, you never really leave the bubble of the tourist resort, having fairly limited contact with just the English speaking restaurant workers, hotel concierge types and that's about it.
When I go to Sosua, I go local. I risk injury on the back of a moto-concho drunk, smoke cigarettes like cancer didn't exist, fuck like a man 20 years my junior while hopped up on ED meds. I drink like a college kid on spring break, eat and then eat more, and interact more with the locals. Chicas or otherwise.
And it is that last part that makes me as aware of the fortunate life I Iead than anything else. These people think not of next week, or next month, but rather think only of basic necessities. Their need to eat, and to survive for the next day. Its sounds overly dramatic perhaps, but when you get into their heads a bit, I think it's entirely accurate. I know most guys don't take the girls out for meals, but I do. I watch them; typically unable to read the menu, embarrassed to ask the waiter questions, and as unfamiliar with the proper use of a knife and fork at a reasonable pace as they are with food we've ordered. I don't take them for them, I take them because I want the company. Most of these girls live in the bottom 1/5of a poor country socioeconomically, may not have traveled more than 50 or 100 miles from where they were born, have never been on a plane or maybe even in a car, and need money or at the very least food to survive. I would guess none of the Haitian girls have a bank account, so in essence the street is their atm machine. We shouldn't be surprised when they do things that are almost child-like. One of them kept saying, 'oh fock' when I told her to say please. Then she found it hysterical when I showed her a picture of my 7 year old who forgets to say please, while my 11 year old doesn't.
And forget the food. For us a meal has a social element to it. We talk, we listen to music, we break bread with our friends, with our families, for them it is as often a means to an end as anything else, any social element to food, they have yet to discover. Don't get me wrong, its not Haiti. I was in Puerto Prince, a couple years or so ago. There. Everyone was desperate that you buy them food, they would cry,"I hongry" at you. Heart breaking really. They were on that particular street in Puerto Prince BC they wanted to find you and then begged to fuck you for a dollar because they hadn't eaten. Here in Sosua among the taller slim haitian girls. My Achilles heel, food is just that. My point, well, really nothing more that pointing it out, and that I'm local when I'm in Sosua, more so than any other place I go in the world.
We go for the sun and sex. To get our drink on, in the words of Fifty- Cent, who's pounding beats I'm thrilled to have that night's chica's round tight young ass grind out on me. I'm as much a degenerate as the next guy and probably more. I'm simply pointing out that their lives, if we choose to consider them are far different, so utterly foreign from the lives we lead as the sex-tourista. For those of you still reading, don't worry, talk of the sexy chicas is still to come.
So really, I come to save the girls, its for humanitarian reasons, LOL
This was my third trip to the North Coast, each more enjoyable than the one before it. My Spanish is non-existent. My awesome wing man, a German guy living in the US says the Latin he took as a school kid offers a linguistic benefit now- I'm sure he's right, and he speaks German and English fluently, switching to Spanish when needed. I'm struggling with 'hola' trip after trip and throw in the fact that I'm 6'5" and blond, my 'Stupido Gringo' tattoo doesn't come off my forehead until I get home. I don't try that hard, but after 5 nights, and asking 20 times, I still don't remember how to ask for the bill.
I came down the first time, knowing no one and sharing my trip with no one. I'm always curious when I see two or three guys hanging at the' Latin and I ask them, so you guys know each other from work, or school. 'Who's idea was it to come down here?". They always laugh, blame their buddy and we get a kick out of it. I can't even imagining proposing a sex tourism trip to most of my friends back home. With my fellow mongers, well that calendar is already getting penciled in. LOL.
So Ike the rest of us, after landing, we want to scope out that first conquest. I was at Bar Central, where a lot of older Germans hang out, met up with my wing, and picked up a thin Haitian girl for the early afternoon. Chipped front teeth and not my idea height, but no reservations in the least on my part, I quickly motoconcho'd (a new verb) her back to my condo. I can't tell you guys her name or age, and my recollection of the afternoon will be limited to what another poster described as the seminal backup visual equivalent of throwing a semi melted vanilla milk shake against the wall.
Yep. I really needed that. Nice. A nap, a kiss goodbye to 'chiippie' and I head out to find my new group of German degenerate ex-pats I'm proud to hang with.
I don't necessarily lean toward the black girls because they physically appeal to me more than the light skinned mocha dominicana. I'm an equal opportunity male working girl when it comes to skin color. But they're attitudes are better. Now that being said, I spent my last 2 days and nights when I was there I with a 19 year Haitian girl who lives 15-20 miles away in a Haitian day laborer camp. Courtesy of the sugar factory that was once there and is since closed. She's 5'7, and I had her out in a loose fitting top that in no way concealed her young bra-less breasts. A little dancing, some smoke she provided and 3 tequila shots at D'Latin and her timido went away. But Baaabee no brassiere, baby. Si baby por me, no brassiere. Went the conversation as we readied for the night out. I had taken her out for the top and the pants and 7 inch pumps at the store across from Rumba and wanted her dressed up just right. I told here there and then that she wasn't going to be wearing a bra that night, and in no way did her body need the support.
I like them tight. Some of my brethren like asses Ike the tail end of a Toyota. But not me. I find girls who haven't had babies, because I don't want any saggy tits. Think of me more as Ken as in Ken and Barbie. Only this is Malo sex-crazed loco-Ken.
I think I read that one of the boards too, so appropriate footnotation.
Basically, I want them tall, athletic and tight. So last night I put my queen in mongo fucking heels to make her 6 feet tall, low slung, skin tight jeans that showed off her long legs and rock hard round protruding ass and a midriff baring wrap blouse that showed off that not-even-an-ounce of fat, rocking, hard but so-so soft skinned, gentle hourglass. Throw in the fact that she has long dreadlocks that she fings around when she dances and yours truly was a man in heaven. Yowzer.
Truth be known, I overpay, but that's different from being taken. I actually tip for meals I overpay the motoconcho guy, but he comes and gets me immediately when I call. I tip the bar girls, maybe the occasional street kids. I want to and I can, so I do. I'm not the VIP type guy buying bottles from the bar, but I do like to Roll when the time is right.
My German wing man winces, in turn to my chuckles, but to each his own.
The best sexo I had was with a girl who just disappeared. No I didn't do it. I met her at D'Latin, and brought her home. She was dressed pretty modestly, wore flats but was a legit 5'11. Dominicana. Had half her face covered by hair and wore a lot of make-up. The tall part she had in spades. We had great sex that night, the next morning, after lunch and after making out in the pool. Yep bght her a nice one piece 'bikini' that I kept tugging off of her while we splashing around in the pool. I think the old lady sitting at the pool finally had enough of my rap music and horniness, because she walked off in a huff. Anyhow, she would wrap her legs around mine and as she reached an orgasm her legs would tighten around me Ike a vice. This against the back drop of her increasing ragged and then very ragged breath and her hands and arms holding my head still for a very hot tongue lashing. Wow. She didn't have the body of the 17 Haitian, but what she had she used very very well.
So why disappear? Can't tell you guys. She was supposed to meet us for dinner, but not only did she not show, she wasn't out the 3 remaining nights here. My wing says I pay the girls too much, so they take a day or two off after being with me. I theorize anything from 1) her getting her period (there was some very light spotting on my sheets. 2) her not being able to be with another man again after the ecstasy of having been with me. 3) to her not being able to be with another man again after the agony of having been with me. I don't know her name either so we started calling her 'scar face'. Evidently the reason she had a lot a makeup on is that she clearly had been the recipient of a very bad fight with a razor blade. I didn't even mind, I thought she was really pretty and enjoyed my time with her very much, but just the way she turned her head away or the side she stood on, I could tell she was self conscious. .
Shit we are about to land at JFK. All electronics off. Bummer.
Hope reading all or part of my musings prvided as much entertainment value as writing then did.
New Secret Underground Tunnel To A New Private VIP Club In Sosua!
Not really. Doesn't matter what the name of the club or bar is. It will be the same chicas somewhere on the 2 blocks that make up the strip. It's pretty hard not to find the crowd in such a small area. If Clasicos dies, the same chicas are 2 doors down, across the street or some other highly visible location.