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A nice swimwear show from Curacao, just a short hop north of Colombia. Beautiful beaches, and maybe you’ll meet one of the models.
Leonisa Fashion Show Medellin
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Lovely Medellin models show off sexy clothes from “Leonisa,” with a healthy dose of sexy.
Family Enviornment
I got Milena’s number from another of the escort websites. Her pictures looked pretty good, and her price was very affordable. My reasoning was that since I really didn’t know exactly what I was going to get, why spend a lot of money? That was part of my reasoning in choosing to hook up with Milena. Her price was only a little more than half what Valeria had charged and the pictures of her body looked fine. Like a lot of the advertisements on the escort sites, she sounded great:
Explore the limits of sexuality
Hello handsome! My name Milena and I am the escort you have been dreaming of. As you can see I am a sexy brunette with long, thin legs and delightful dark eyes. My breasts will be your downfall and once you meet me, you will know what I mean. I am a companion who knows what she wants and dares to cross the boundaries of sexuality . I am an experienced professional but I am also very loving, and tender, and love passionate kisses. I am extremely accommodating, and you will love it when you feel my lips on you.
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The pictures were nice enough. Like 90% or more, no face was shown. From looking at her email address, I assumed she was past 30, but her body looked in good shape. For the price of a bit more than $25 dollars for an hour, I decided to take a chance. Like Valeria before her, her “promo” price was for a visit to her “private apartment.” I called her and made an appointment. She gave me directions, and I realized that she was rather off the beaten track. With the aid of Google maps, I figured out the closest I could get via the Metro and one of the main bus lines. Even at that, there was a fifteen minute taxi ride at the end of all that. But taxis are cheap in Medellin and I wasn’t going to let that ruin my “date” with this new chica.
I finally found the place and knocked on the door. I was a little put off when a young boy of about ten answered the door. WTF? Luckily, I guess, Milena came running down the stairs and shooed the boy away, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. She apologized for letting her little brother (or was it her son?) answer the door. She was dressed in street clothes, which she also apologized for, but led me up the stairs to her room, promising to change into something very sexy when we got inside.
Her face was decent, if not beautiful, and it looked like the body would be nice once the ordinary clothes were off. Once at the top of the stairs, she steered me to her bedroom, but not before I caught a glimpse of what was probably her mother ironing clothes in the kitchen. So this was the “private apartment,” eh? To be fair, she didn’t say she had a private apartment in her ad. But I was not expecting a family situation.
When we were finally inside, she stripped and she looked pretty good, I will admit. The session started out pretty well, with the usual warm-ups. We kept on and after a while we were going at it pretty strong. Then I made the mistake of actually grunting or groaning or something like that, making some sound, and Milena stopped and told me to please be quiet, she didn’t want the family hearing us having sex. Now, I never thought I made a particular lot of noise when I was doing the wild thing, but apparently it was more than Milena wanted her family to hear. What exactly she thought she was hiding I’m not sure. Everybody in the place must have known why I was there and what we were doing. But Milena didn’t want them to hear, I guess. Not being allowed to moan in delight was no big deal to me, but it brought home to me just how weird the whole thing was, and got me thinking, which isn’t really a good thing in the middle of the sex act.
Despite all that, we were able to regain our “groove” and the session proceeded to its conclusion. Neither of us was in a talkative mood, so we just lay there, idly fiddling with each other’s body until the hour was up. She asked me if I wanted to shower but I declined, not wanting to run into the brother/son or mother. So, I got dressed and waited for the taxi that Milena called for me. Took the taxi to the bus stop, the bus to the metro stop, the metro to my barrio and hoofed it home. It was a kind of date, and I wasn’t inclined to repeat, but it was memorable!
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Goodbye Magdalena
When I left San Jose, headed for Medellin, I was driven to the airport by Magdelana’s son, the convicted murderer, accompanied by Magdalena. I have a nice picture of Magdalena and I together for the last time, standing outside the door to the departure area. I won’t put it here out of consideration for Magdalena’s privacy and my own. But it’s a nice picture and it gives me a good feeling to look at it.
Our “relationship” was primarily friendship. We would go out drinking and sometimes dancing together. She didn’t charge me for sex as such, but I did give her money when she needed it and paid for the beer when we went out. But more than once, she told me that I was her best friend, and I thought it was more or less true, as far as it went. She knew a lot of people and got along with almost all of them, but friendship among aging prostitutes and the rest of that subculture is always constrained by poverty. Although many or even most of these ‘girls’ had done pretty well in their heyday, those days were well passed and the best the could usually do was among long time clients and cheapskates who were willing to overlook wrinkles and flab to save a few dollars.
The ‘girls’ who had been lucky enough to have a child or two who had some steady income could usually depend on help from the family. Magdalena had no such luck. Her son wasn’t afraid of work but also had a tendency to make babies which put first call on what money he earned, along with the baby-mama(s). She had one daughter who had a steady job but they hadn’t spoken to each other in years. The other daughter had a giant family and no money or room to spare for mama. Magdalena’s mother was equally fertile, and had nothing to spare for Magdalena. Since she wasn’t one of Juan’s offspring, she was a second class daughter.
So Magdalena had to keep working. She kept her slim figure, thanks to not having much money for food and a taste for cocaine. But the face shows lots of miles now and her old steady customers keep dying off.
I had floated the idea of her joining me here in Medellin. I had room for her and feeding her costs next to nothing, plus she’s an excellent housekeeper. Unfortunately, the only way she could get residency in Colombia is as my ‘domestic partner,’ which she can’t do because she is still married to the Cuban guy. I tried to help her look into getting a divorce, but it became apparent that she didn’t want to bother. So the plan was abandoned and it’s very unlikely we will see each other again.
Just to tie up a few loose ends from the book, she has now become a great grandmother and her own mother has died. She is quite fond of her great-grandson, and I’ll admit he’s a cutie.
I don’t know what’s in store for Magdalena, but I can’t let myself worry more about her future than she does herself.