Latin Hobbyist

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Thomas O'Brien

First Medellin Escort Encounter

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Valeria wasn’t my first choice, but my first choice didn’t answer the phone. Valeria had Whatsapp, so I sent her a message asking if she was available, and she replied she was. I got her price (about $40 for an hour) and the directions to her “private” apartment in Laureles.

I got on the Metro and headed to the San Antonio station, where I switched lines and got off a few stops later at the “Estadio” station. It took me a few minutes to get a taxi, but once in the car I handed him the paper where I had written down her address. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to know quite where it was. He eventually called somebody, a friend I think, and we eventually found the apartment. He was nice enough to wait outside until somebody came to open the downstairs door, not Valeria but a “roommate.”

I walked up a flight of stairs to the apartment and the chica who opened the door had me sit down on the couch in an otherwise bare front room. A few minutes passed, and eventually my “date” came in, and had me follow her to her room, which was also minimally furnished, though clean enough.
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To start with, I want to share what Valeria’s advertisement said. The headline translated as follows:

“19 year old LOLITA. Private apartment, very sexual. AVAILABLE 24 HOURS very flirtatious”

The description said “Brunette with beautiful face, nice breasts, cultured, educated , discreet and eager to give you all the passion that I have. Come meet a pretty and hot, horny girl. Come and bring out your wild side with me.”

Most of what she wrote was true, I have to say. She looked no older than 19, and said she was actually 18. “Lolita,” well, in this context, I guess it means just a young, horny girl, and I concur. I don’t know how cultured she was because we never got around to discussing the fine arts, but she said she was a freshman at the university, and I have no reason to doubt her. She was indeed eager and passionate. She was very much a girlfriend experience, and was enthusiastically kissing me almost before I got in the room. She was indeed a brunette, with nice, long hair. And yes, her breasts were nice. The only thing in her advertisement I would dispute was the “beautiful face” bit. Her features were nice enough but her complexion wasn’t. Her cheeks were covered in acne scars, as was a fairly large part of her back.

A nice complexion is something I always appreciate, and it’s too bad Valeria did not possess one. Nevertheless, I found her to be very good company, quite sweet and responsive, and definitely seemed to bring plenty of passion to bed with her. Her orgasm seemed quite genuine and I enjoyed my hour with her quite a bit. She set a pretty good standard for performance. If she hadn’t had the skin thing, she would have rated a 9. I considered calling her again, but, with the zillion other chicas in Medellin, why not keep looking?

I have faith that there’s a chica out there who is equally passionate and enthusiastic with a smooth complexion. So the search shall go on.
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Honduran Beauties!

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Honduras doesn’t usually come up in conversation about Lovely Latinas, but after seeing this, I am a believer!

PURE Vanilla

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Andrea didn’t get along well with her mother. I assumed that was the reason she was never in the slightest hurry to leave. She was introduced to me by Melisa, who was on of my all time favorites, but was retiring, temporarily at least, due to pressure from her ex-husband. As a sort of parting gift or consolation prize, she brought Andrea with her one afternoon, to see if I was interested.
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There was no question that Andrea was cute enough. And she was easy going. If it were just a matter of looks and temperament, Andrea would have had the bases covered. But of course it isn’t that simple. She was okay with sex, even seemed to enjoy it, but here’s where the pure vanilla comes in. Every time it was the same. She would strip down to her bra. She never took it off, ashamed of her small breasts I presume. Then she would close her eyes and allow me to do her missionary style. Her eyes were closed and so were her lips, which she would let me kiss if I so chose. And that was about it. Oh, she might move during the act, even moan, but that was it.

The sex wasn’t all that was pure vanilla. Apparently, in addition to vanilla sex, she also liked the smell of vanilla perfume, assuming it was actually perfume and not simply vanilla extract. I don’t dislike the smell of vanilla, as such. I don’t dislike the smell of spaghetti sauce either, but I don’t find either particularly erotic, although I suppose vanilla was preferable.

Andrea was a ‘good girl.’ She went to church, sang in the choir and it became clear to me that she wanted some sort of girlfriend arrangement with me. That is, I wouldn’t pay per visit, but I would give her money when she needed it. Unfortunately, that seemed to be almost constantly.

So I took a step back and looked at the situation and decided that despite her pleasant looks and personality, our ‘relationship’ was going nowhere. So the last time she called asking if she could come over, I explained that she was very pretty and very nice, but that our ‘relationship’ didn’t have much going for it and I didn’t care to continue. And that, my friends, was that.
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Adios, Backpage, Been Good to Know Ya

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backpageChalk up another victory for the moral crusaders. From the Washington Post:
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Backpage.com abruptly closed its adult advertising section in the United States on Monday, saying years of government pressure left it no choice but to shutter its most popular and lucrative feature.

You can read the full article here.

The article lays it out pretty well, and I suggest you read it. It should come as no surprise that I lament the closing of Backpage’s adult section, but I have no say in the matter. I suppose it could lead to a revival of the local tabloids whose ‘back page’ was the inspiration for the website’s name. But it certainly will make life more difficult for sex workers and their clientele.

The United States, for all its posturing of being the land of the free, is a very Puritanical place. Politicians and others have made their careers ranting against sex of any kind. Margaret Sanger, pioneer contraception advocate, was jailed in 1916 for distribution of literature about contraception. That was 100 years ago, but the same moral crusaders are still hard at work, and they are still successful at times, as in this instance.

Thankfully, men are, so far at least, allowed to travel to other countries not run by the Neo-Puritans. I have lived in two and visited others. I feel sorry for those whose situations prevent them traveling to freer societies than the so-called ‘land of the free.’

I’d write more but I have a date with a local chica who advertised on internet.

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