We only had an hour or so before the dramatic ride to the airport, so my buddy and I ventured from our quaint hotel - El Castillow - to Zona Blue. While Eddie said that there were only 5 girls there, we hoped Rachel, Pamela, Marcela, or a couple of others who made the short list would be there. Not to be. Only 2 girls available at 11:30, and neither were worthy of our farewell massage.
The time we wasted was pressing us into a 30-minute session, so the idea of New Fantasy emerged. It was really a no-cost experiment, as New Fantasy is about 200 meters shy of El Castillo on Ave. 9.
There were 7 girls sitting in the holding tank behind the opaque glass. Since I find the idea of choosing a girl that way, we joined the girls in the room. With day 3 overconfidence with my Spanish, I asked the girls what they would like to talk about. Telenovelas? peliculas?
This brings me to my basic perception of San Jose girls compared to those found in Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Paraguay, and Columbia. Aside from the Del Rey, the girls are so incredibly melancholy. This trip, there seemed to be no life whatsoever among the girls at Molino Rojo, Arcadas, Pantera Rosa, or New Fantasy. Thanks to Pamela, the girls at Zona Blue flickered with life. The Kamur girls were mixed. A few offered company, but, when I was seeking them, I couldn’t make eye contact to save my life.
Ordinarily, I would understand because I could have been a drunken ass. This trip, however, I spent sober as a nun, due to lingering effects of some questionable chicken soup in the Dominican Republic last week. And, even if my natural personality was to blame, I know for a fact that my buddy sports a very attractive demeanor, and is generally a serious hit among women professional and not.
So, with the advancing hour staring us down, we enlisted the help of management and made our choices. Brittany, a skinny, young Tica was both of our choices. Being the gentleman that I am, I yielded to my buddy, and chose stefany, a short, dark-skinned Tica who at least giggled a couple of times during our discourse.
His experience first: Brittainy seemed like she was on her first blind date in high school. She was cute and giggled—at all the wrong times. Every act was a challenge to complete. Never even got a BJ of any sort, and the HJ was a step-by-step exercise. She absolutely refused DATY. Sex was ordinary.
Mine was not much better. Stefany provided each requested service – mutual shower, BBBJ (after request with no tip mentioned), DATY, and allowed a body finish. But, NOTHING was performed with enthusiasm, not even contrived! The BBBJ was actually performed quite well, with just enough attention for the boys to be happy as well. She hid her face during DATY, and only the smallest of chirps were heard, even as she became quite self-lubricated. We had sex for just a couple of minutes when I decided it just wasn’t that much fun. I pulled off the condom in favor of a BBBJ finish.
So, a rather bland experience, especially in comparison to our consecutive sessions with Pamela at ZB the day before. Of course, a daytime parachute landing into Fallujah wearing an American flag on the front and the Star of David on the back is rather bland compared to a session with Pamela.
The time we wasted was pressing us into a 30-minute session, so the idea of New Fantasy emerged. It was really a no-cost experiment, as New Fantasy is about 200 meters shy of El Castillo on Ave. 9.
There were 7 girls sitting in the holding tank behind the opaque glass. Since I find the idea of choosing a girl that way, we joined the girls in the room. With day 3 overconfidence with my Spanish, I asked the girls what they would like to talk about. Telenovelas? peliculas?
This brings me to my basic perception of San Jose girls compared to those found in Argentina, Brazil, Chile, Paraguay, and Columbia. Aside from the Del Rey, the girls are so incredibly melancholy. This trip, there seemed to be no life whatsoever among the girls at Molino Rojo, Arcadas, Pantera Rosa, or New Fantasy. Thanks to Pamela, the girls at Zona Blue flickered with life. The Kamur girls were mixed. A few offered company, but, when I was seeking them, I couldn’t make eye contact to save my life.
Ordinarily, I would understand because I could have been a drunken ass. This trip, however, I spent sober as a nun, due to lingering effects of some questionable chicken soup in the Dominican Republic last week. And, even if my natural personality was to blame, I know for a fact that my buddy sports a very attractive demeanor, and is generally a serious hit among women professional and not.
So, with the advancing hour staring us down, we enlisted the help of management and made our choices. Brittany, a skinny, young Tica was both of our choices. Being the gentleman that I am, I yielded to my buddy, and chose stefany, a short, dark-skinned Tica who at least giggled a couple of times during our discourse.
His experience first: Brittainy seemed like she was on her first blind date in high school. She was cute and giggled—at all the wrong times. Every act was a challenge to complete. Never even got a BJ of any sort, and the HJ was a step-by-step exercise. She absolutely refused DATY. Sex was ordinary.
Mine was not much better. Stefany provided each requested service – mutual shower, BBBJ (after request with no tip mentioned), DATY, and allowed a body finish. But, NOTHING was performed with enthusiasm, not even contrived! The BBBJ was actually performed quite well, with just enough attention for the boys to be happy as well. She hid her face during DATY, and only the smallest of chirps were heard, even as she became quite self-lubricated. We had sex for just a couple of minutes when I decided it just wasn’t that much fun. I pulled off the condom in favor of a BBBJ finish.
So, a rather bland experience, especially in comparison to our consecutive sessions with Pamela at ZB the day before. Of course, a daytime parachute landing into Fallujah wearing an American flag on the front and the Star of David on the back is rather bland compared to a session with Pamela.