If one crosses the road in Rio, or in Fortaleza, or maybe anywhere in Brazil, they always attract ones attention, the bundas or sexy asses. The 10er. The super figures that could make it straight away as the title picture in any fashion magazine. On average, one falls in love every 50 to 100 metres, an unbelievable strike rate, and when after a few days, one comes to ones senses and compares things with Germany or anywhere in Europe; one becomes very aware of this.

God is a Brazilian. In this country, one probably meets a woman who really catches ones eye maybe every few days – but not just that, one even has a good chance of getting to know them, in any case if one lives or works here, or at least speaks a bit of the lingo. For amazed sex tourists like me who can’t speak a word of the lingo and just walk around with gob and eyes wide open, there are still the whores, and theses are just as good. I don’t need to lose a word about the accressability of the bitches in this country.

There is a sentence: If you wolf-whistle a woman in your country, you will probably end up with a slap round the face. In Brazil, you will get one if you don’t wolf-whistle… Of course, that is a little exaggerated, but in general, it is a little like that: The girls are proud if they please the men, and enjoy the effect they have on us. At home, they get all tarted up, and if one then happens looks at them, they pull their skirts down and look at one as if one is a sex offender, well, that’s what happens to me anyway.

Brazil and the women – part II

If one crosses the road in Rio, or in Foraleza, or, maybe in any part of Brazil, they are hard not to notice, the fat arses, floppy tits, flabby guts. Of course, there are the super women as described earlier on in the report, and enough of them as well. But after a time, when one has gathered ones senses, one starts to take a look at the others, and they are, as around the rest of the world, average or even ugly.

Brazil has it’s own fashion, girls trousers are tighter than tight, the minis shorter than short, it doesn’t matter whether the 40 year old black housewife’s backside seems to be like a barrel, or the legs look a couple of tree trunks. The gut must always be uncovered, even if it looks like three rubber rings placed on top of each other, the Brazilian women don’t give a monkeys. If ones got it, then ones got it, and if one has, then it is shown, no ifs and buts. I find that attitude ok!!!

The sunny side of Fortaleza

Fortaleza is not what one would call a small village – but a city of over a million inhabitants. However, the part of the town that we stayed in was quite straightforward. It’s the beach at Iracema, that’s where most things happen for people like myself; this is the area where sex tourists can find whores and would-be whores. Everything can be reached on foot from the apartment – everything from the beaches to nightlife; everything is a stones-throw away. Hereafter a few pictures taken on the beach – or the action that originated there. There is also a little something for “friends of hot sports”.

I met her during the very last afternoon down at the beach. All three of us had been travelling around in a taxi, and had taken a look at the beaches. There was nothing happening anywhere, and we ended up on the beach near our apartment. I noticed her straight away and immediately fell in love. We waved her over, I bought her a Caipi. She seemed to be a bit of a wreck, as if she was on drugs or was drunk, no, not drunk, the Caipi was too strong for her.

We discussed for a time, wondering what was wrong with her, and whether we should risk taking her with us. I really felt like a quickie, what else was I here for?? She seemed to have everything under control, a sort of “boss of the beach”, the other hens had respect. Of course, all my alarm bells went off; however, I still came to an agreement. M translated for me, I was still too shy, and apart from that, I couldn’t understand the language. Nevertheless, things went all right so we took a taxi to my apartment.

Once there she posed for a few pics, well, she was wearing a very nice dress, what do you think? I thought it was like a fishing net, with the difference that she wanted to catch tourists in it and not fish, this made her laugh. However, plenty of action followed, but I only wanted a blowjob, which of course she made a good job of. After the shot in the gob she went to the bathroom, I followed her with the camera; I saw her bent over the sink washing her mouth out. A brown liquid coloured the water.

First of all, I thought she had spilt my good old Fahrenheit…. But then I found out what was wrong. She had puked up in the sink, luckily only liquid. She didn’t seem to have eaten any solids that day. OK, shit happens, but that’s no problem. I gave her 50 smackers; of course she tried to get more. But even on the first day, I don’t pay any more for a quickie. A little less would have also been enough. She was satisfied and off she went…. A pity about her spewing up, I found her quite good looking and nice. Of course, I cannot tolerate such things, so it was just the one time with her.

The whole world knows that Brazilian women are jealous, full of temperament; give it fuck all in bed, blow like hell, and love anal. I don’t know whether this is prejudice, or whether I only know other women who are anomalous. However, it was my first holiday in Brazil, and I cannot claim that my experiences are representative. I cannot confirm all this anyway, in fact apart from one or the other thing; I must say I have been able to experience the same sort of things elsewhere.

Jealousy: Well, when I had paid the hen and she had no illusions of a continuous source of money, then there was no trace. Maybe if one lives or works here, or at least tells them that one does. Expats are always a chance of earning fast and easy money, and lots of it as well, this also being on a regular basis. It’s just the same on other continents. Or maybe when one is a young, dynamic, good-looking bloke with “donating trousers”. Doesn’t apply to me, unfortunately.

Full of temperament: Oh yes! They can waggle their backsides, not many can do so as the Brazilians can, the main temperament comes out during dancing. The pleasure of life and celebrating during the daytime. Some of them also in bed, but unfortunately not with all of them – The hit rate of “dead birds” as far as I am concerned is significantly more than in Thailand, good, some really do give it fuck all, but unfortunately I have experienced that in the morning, the girls can’t really be bothered at all.

In Thailand, some try to do the disappearing trick, but with a bit of talk, one is able to drive this bad habit out of them. Not so in Brazil, if the hens can’t be bothered, then the hens can’t be bothered. Nothing helps, no discussions about less payment. Sometimes I get the impression that they have no idea about life’s reality. For example: Some of the Forteleza hens want 150 for the night (none of us ever paid that much in F). Even if the rate of whores – punters is 5 : 1, they would still rather sleep alone instead of being satisfied with less money. There follows reports about girls that are all go during the night, but in the morning are good for nothing. It’s better to get rid of them straight away with a reduction of payment; well that’s what I think anyway. Or maybe if one is a good looking dynamic bloke with “donating trousers”?

Blow like hell: Some do, some don’t. To compare things with Thailand again, I have not noticed much difference at all; will go into this later in more detail with a few examples.

Anal: Yeah. The blond in RIO ANTIGO was good. Well, it’s not as if I really need that sort of thing, if things result in this, ok, if not, also ok. Never really demand it. On top of this, I am mainly “Bare footed”, so this sort of fun should be thoroughly though about beforehand. But now back to the “special night” with the old casket from CAFÉ DO MAR (dictionary), she liked it anal. After taking a shower and after she had given me a nice bit of head for a few minutes, she started to talk about this topic; as far as I could make out, she found it very arousing to push things into the arsehole. After asking a few times, she however confirmed, which at first I didn’t want to believe, that she meant my arsehole.

Well, to cut a long story short: I let her talk me into it, and gave her my bag of “utensils”. I was just able to talk her out of using the large strap on dildo. Instead she had the idea of using the small battery one, seemed a bit of a better idea to me. Ok, what shall I say; she gave me the works for just over half an hour. She gave me a cracker of a blowjob as I lay on my back and she got to work on me with the thing. It was quite a fierce shot. After the second shower, she got dressed and told me she had to go because she had a kid to look after, I said Ok, and pressed 50 Reais into her hand. She was astonished, and said that 100 would be more appropriate. Nevertheless, I didn’t want to pay any more for an ST in Fortaleza. She went of grumbling. Actually, she had all the qualities described: Temperament with the equipment, a good blowjob, and her qualities of playing around with the “back side”. I couldn’t say she was jealous though. But if one was a young, dynamic, good looking…

This sweet little bitch is Karen. I saw her down on the beach, sitting at the next table. Love at first sight! I simply waved her over, a couple of minutes later she was sitting on my lap. Her English was pretty good which is quite an advantage. That day I had her for a bout of short time, the next day for long time. I wanted her forever, would have married her. Unfortunately, she forgot about her performance on the second day, so I had to give her the sack.

After being together in such a nice way, everything seemed to be super, the both of us were happy. But in the morning she said loud and clearly “NO”, and that twice, there is no way back, the day before I had given her 150 smackers for one bout of ST, and one of LT. The next morning she wanted more cash, I only gave her 20. After a discussion, her final comment whilst standing at the door was “I hate you!” A pity, A few days later I saw her down the beach promenade with a girlfriend, after thinking for a moment, she returned my smile.

During the afternoon, down to the QUATTRO POR QUATTRO thermal. It’s in the Rua Buenos Aires 44. All taxi drivers know of it. By the way, one is always able to take a taxi to such establishments; worries about them getting a commission are unfounded. Exactly opposite is a good “eating-house”, mainly visited by office workers who want to eat their midday meal there. Self-service, large choice of salads, meat, fish, and tasty dressings. A good opportunity to have a salad and maybe a little fish instead of filling oneself up with masses of meat. One pays by weight. But now let’s get back to the more important things.

The prices in 4×4 are similar to those in RIO ANTIGO. The furnishing is a bit worn out. The thermal is very large; the choice of hens is overwhelming. I mean both the amount of them and the quality! The lads were already getting really excited…. I think we went there twice, got our ends away both times. On my birthday, the lads dipped their hands deep into their pockets and invited me to dip my wick for free!!! Well, wasn’t that nice of them… I was very happy, and got stuck into things, see pictures. The hen was very nice and very motivated.