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 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…

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.

During the evening nipped off down to the HOLIDAY. A place similar to the LIDO. It’s right next to the BALCONY (inside, it turned out to be a crappy place with a crappy atmosphere, but it’s nice for sitting outside and being chatted up). Up the stairs again, entrance fee as far as I can remember, 15 (consumption voucher, one is able to use the slip to get drinks for the amount paid, in this case 15 Reais). The watery beer costs 15 smackers. When seen in the light, the place is a bit of a dump, reminds me a bit of the upstairs bars in Patpong. Live shows with wick dipping (it wasn’t me).

The girls are better looking; I had the blond a few times.There is something about the place, completely worn out sofas, a fat and old Ami couple are sitting in the corner enjoying their reluctance. The drinks are expensive. On the first day I fucked the blond in the “Room”, haggled her down to 120 (including barfine), at first she wanted 150. The room: A sort of a broom closet behind the bog, really tiny, couldn’t lie down. I was so horny that I had the bitch on the bench, gave her the works, next door a sort of a junk room, a bit like on a building site.

Air conditioning, no chance, fan, yes. The DJs fan blows the stuffy air out of the pub directly onto the couch! Maybe he always watches what’s going on there. Honestly, the place is one of the worst, we were there quite a few times, we just loved it. By the way, we did however prefer to take the hens back to the hotel with us, 100 + 50 for 2 – 3 hours, Rio is expensive. The lads were able to dissuade me from taking the black one (15), I still don’t really know why.

Evenings in HOLIDAY. There are still a few nice hens there, but if one takes a better look at the lot of them, one does in general feel like puking. One has to look very carefully, at the prices as well. Visiting the place once or twice is ok, but all the time…. Today, a couple of the older hens are performing a lesbian show. The two pictures must be enough to act as a deterrent. If I show their guts then one or the other of you will probably see breakfast for the second time. At about one in the morning, I picked up a small Negra outside HELP and took her with me for the agreed price of 100.

The usual ID control down at hotel CANADA where we are staying this time. I now have my large room. She is nice and works well, I’m satisfied. After an hour of action, I decided that I have had enough and pay. She wants the taxi fare. I gave her another five, which made her give a tired smile. The fiver is only enough to get her to HELP, she can clean out someone else. I’m knackered from the journey and sleep well, alone.