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.

Monique. Proved to be a lucky strike. Didn’t look to be at first. She is from the “blue house” as I called it. One morning after chucking Deborah out, I was still loaded (no morning shag), I met our mate the Swede. I wanted to go down to the beach to see if there was anything worth while down there (must have been about a 1000). He told me to come with him because he had something b etter for me.

He didn’t need to ask me twice, we took a taxi to this blue house. I asked him what sort of a place this was. “Well, this is a girl’s boarding school” was his answer. Of course, he laughed shrewdly when telling me. There are many such houses in the town, girls live together in them, some on the game. The iron lattice gateway is always locked.

After a while, they realise that someone is there and one is let in. It was early, I saw four or five hens, he recommends Monique, she had just finished showering. He had a beer; I paid 60 smackers in advance for a couple of hours, and took her with me to the apartment (Taxi 5 Reais). In the apartment I found out that she didn’t want to kiss!!! Normally for me a reason for giving immediate notice. How did M rightly say: “Sex without a blowjob, ok, sex without a screw, ok, sex without kissing, NEVER”. I let her stay anyway.

For one thing I had already paid, the other thing was that she had been recommended by a mate, he was well known there, and I didn’t want them to get a negative impression of him. It was a good decision! She did an absolutely fantastic blowjob; she was a natural talent who performed her job with pleasure. Gob shot, no problem. I booked her four or five times for a morning session! She never wanted to kiss, but I still gave her a 20 tip, which is not normal for me. I did manage to take a few hundred photos of her and a few films on top of that. Even today, when just thinking about her, I still get a hard-on. A sweet thing!

Susan. There is a petrol station next to the ZIPPY, next to the petrol station is a small shop, in front of the shop is a small mobile hamburger stall, that’s where I got to know her – at about four in the morning. “What’s your name?” “Susan”. She is something special, she is not that young or pretty, but she is temperamental in another way. I was about 100% certain that she was some sort of a gypsy, full blooded, a real animal. I reckoned I would have one of the best screws for the past few years with her. I bought her a beer and we ate hamburger whilst sitting on camping chairs. A bit of snogging. She was wearing about 50 – 80 bangles on one of her arms.

I could just imagine her clobbering someone with that arm, I imagined the clattering of the bangles and immediately got a hard-on, am I perverse? There are also a lot of people there, seem to know each other. I ask her how much she wants, she said 40, I quickly agreed. After a while, her girlfriend asked her how much I was paying: Proudly she held up four fingers, which she was still nearly hiding under the chair. ID check as always in the apartment, a first sample on the stairs, no, she’s not shy. Fire is burning in her dark black eyes. She jumps on top of me in the room, then she tries on all the different clothes, she poses all the time, uses all situations well, she is having a lot of fun. She gives herself the large black one, we shag like mad. A couple of hours later she leaves with 40 Reais, I stay back with one more souvenir, one of her bangles, it’s a pity that I never met Susan again.

This evening we had decided to do something special. The Swede had hired a car, and proposed going to some event that took place once a week on some mountain. One was supposed to be able to pick a girl up quite “normally” without any problem. We didn’t need to be told twice. The place was quite a way above the town; one had a lovely view, and there are some more pics of the lads. Some of the time I wanted to do other things than just take photos, see below.

Anyway, we travelled through the town for about 20 – 30 minutes. I took the first photo whilst travelling though the town, a golf full of pissed up party guests. They were in a very good mood and during the journey wanted to shake hands and start a conversation. Well, it’s not Germany. The next pic is of a slightly plump streetwalker from somewhere on the journey. We stopped for a short time, and the Swede had a chat with her. Those who like that sort of thing will have no problem in Fortaleza. On arrival, it started pissing it down again, it rained so hard that one was automatically washed. So, more or less soaking wet, we made our way from the car park to the premises.

Tables, a dance floor, music of course – and, table telephones. Wow, I felt like I was at home back in the seventies. We sat down, and ordered a few bevies (reasonable prices as always). We sat there and checked out the situation (many lonely hens), the telephone rang. M, of course, was the fastest and grabbed the phone. “Call for you”, and gave me the phone. “Ahh….” I couldn’t get very far with this type of conversation. The friends helped out with the translation, with sometime myself, sometimes M, and sometimes the others taking the phone.

SHIT, why the hell can’t I speak a work of the language? We found out that the very nice hen a few tables further on wanted to get to know me, of all people, me? I was supposed to go over to her but was too shy. I used my lack of knowledge of the language as an excuse. In the end, she came over to us. Of course, I had been observing her from a distance, and now…. GOD, what a sweet thing!!! I was overwhelmed and fell in love on the spot. She had a bit of Asian in her, later she explained that she was supposed to have a bit of Indian in her, the people from the Amazon area (that’s why I most definitely want to go there?!?).

First of all I imagine myself to be in Asia. I’m not really that shy at all, and as I realise that she wants me, I start my attack. She sits on my lap, we snog. Such a young sweet thing (just my weight class), and she chooses such an old bastard like me, and that in a pub for a “normal pull”. They can’t really be whores…. Well, that’s Brazil!!! Everything is possible here…. Boy oh boy, I haven’t been chatted up myself for more than 20 years now! Will put that down in the records for my friends.

I even thought that I saw a bit of jealousy in the lads eyes. After a short time, I got down to business. I definitely wanted to take her with me, the butterflies in my stomach are increasing at the same rate as E-Coli bacteria, and it felt like that as well. I don’t really know why, but I make the suggestion (with the Swede as an interpreter), nip off to a motel for a couple of hours. She agrees! The butterflies in my stomach have now spread to the breast area. No, I only have one tiny problem. Good, this here is no brothel, no CAFÉ DO MAR and it’s not the Copa. Anyway, the people here are poor, and I’m completely new here. How should I behave after the screw?? I decided to ask our friend first.

“Should I give her anything?”

He didn’t seem to know and just asked her. The answer was yes, and she wanted 150! Disillusioned, I collapsed, my head became clear, no, 150 I’m not forking out 150 for a quick poke, he translates, 100 is the maximum I am prepared to pay. She arrogantly turns the offer down. I have never come back down to earth so fast in my life before. How did things carry on? They didn’t, I sent her packing. It was her who chose me, maybe because I was wearing a “proper” shirt. For her choice, she didn’t even have to notice that it was tailor made.

The lads in their T-shirts didn’t look like they had much cash, or not stupid enough. In the end, we realised that the whores running around there were the same ones as in the Bermuda Triangle at Iracema. The sweet one had soon got over things, I saw her trying it on with another bloke of my category: Serious age, well dressed, he was happy as well. M saw her later that night in CAFÉ DO MAR, alone. She was probably trying her luck again, whether she would have gone with for 80? She didn’t want my 100. We have talked about logic earlier on in the report. All in all an amusing and informative acquaintance, and for the rest of the holiday we had a new saying, from now on at breakfast we didn’t ask each other the question:

”How much did you give her” but:

“did you give her anything?”

Haaaaaa Haaa. How funny.