Hate on these. Some other contenders for Miss Ebauche in Thailand, Fall 2019.
You guys are to funny. I to was thinking about a trip to Pattaya Been watching many videos still have a lot of questions. But I don't think I would tie myself down to just one girl maybe for a day or two but I like verity. Ebauche do you need a wing man I could use the help.
Saturday I tried to set up an appointment with Britney. She responded in a timely fashion, but for whatever reason unknown to me, she wouldn't answer the simple question of what her rates are. She asked me my age and law enforcement affiliation, which I told her. She did not respond back. Followed up later in the day after other prospects fell through, she initially responded back but then nothing. My texting was not rude or disrespectful. Maybe politeness induces suspicion, I don't know. Is this a drug issue with her?
First, peruse the non-USA sister site, internationalsexguide dot nl.
I am Ebauche there too, going back many years to when there was only WSG.
For a vacation wife experience, best bets are Thailand and the Philippines. Possible but harder to pull off in Vietnam or Malaysia. With Indonesia's new laws, much more difficult there now.
In my experience, with a lot of work it's possible in Costa Rica. As I understand but don't have first hand experience, other Central and South American countries can be good choices.
For excellent but transactional sex, again Thailand and the Philippines work well, focusing on pulling girls from bars and gogos. For a true kid in a candy store experience, go to the large FKKs in Germany. Can't go wrong with the "Hessian 3" near Frankfurt. Palace, World, and Oase. Just like nightclubs. Guys and girls pay entry. Except the nightclubs offer bedrooms and all the girls walk around wearing only high heels. Also excellent for transactional sex are Barcelona and Valencia, Spain. Fantastic culture, food, and sightseeing, and plenty of excellent and legal brothels.
Russia used to be good, if you could speak Russian, but that's diminished as the economy has improved.
But to truly wonder why you'd ever waste a load on an American girl ever again, go to Thailand or the Philippines.
Good day, my brothers up north. I was visiting your fine city a week ago, and decided to partake of the local scene. I was looking for something different, something unique, something I would probably never ever do again. And thank you Cleveland, you delivered. I saw an ad for a Mistress Joan. In the ad, she claims to be around fifty, but someone online reviewed her, and said she was over 80. That's like a midget, or pregnant girl, you don't get one of those very often. She's not the greatest looker, the photos make it look like she's had botox, and a lot of surgery. That could be. I wouldn't rule it out. But they are also grainy enough that you probably could think 50's. The ad promised things like DATY, GFE, and Multiple Pops, so I was like, what the f**k, I'm in, and soon I was on my way to the east side, just off 480.
Her building is like a maze, it was a walk to find her, with a lot of people, including a weird college girl who were wondering why I was there. I knocked and said "Hi Auntie, it's me John. " and the door opened up. The apartment looks like an old lady lives there. A lot of really old things, and decorated in a way that would have been awesome in 1975. And then the lights come on. HOLY FRAK, she's old! And a bit frail looking too. No problem, I'm into eating chips and breaking hips, let's get to the fun stuff! She shows me down the hall I see a bedroom on the left, nope, not there. We go to the back room. I can't even describe the fettish stuff that's back there. There was something that looked like a studded 2-liter bottle which she picked up and asked if I like stuff up my ass. Nah, pass. There are cuffs, whips, masks, all kinds of stuff, and that's when I notice Mistress Joan is a kinky little thing. She has a very long leather bench and asks me to sit down on it and "Make myself comfortable. " Which I do. I tell her I basically want a simple slap and tickle with her, and she's good with that. DATY, not happening though, she "doesn't know where I've been. " No fingering, no anal, and she won't let you be above her. I guess someone laid down on her too hard once, and broke some bones. No joke, this lady is fragile, and needs a lot of calcium supplements. I was hoping to leave her with some protein, but she would only do it wrapped. No worries.
As she's removing her clothing, I mention the add and say "Someone online said you were in your 80's. " to which she replied "I am in my 80's. I'm 86. " FRAK ME! This lady has 50 years on me! The old lady clothes start to come off, and she's in a leather bra and panties underneath. Nice. The body, it's got some road wear, but she handles it well. The panties come off first, surprisingly, no gray hairs. Natural red. Then the bra comes off. My first thought, I can see the light coming through the window, through her breasts. Her skin is so thin, the light illuminates the implants. I wanted to be a five year old and hold a flashlight against one of them to see if I could make the room light up in the dark, when I noticed that I didn't see any nipples. They're usually there, kind of pointing at you, judgmentally. But I had to look around to find hers. Turns out, the large implants forced those little suckers into hiding, and they were under the breasts, pointing straight down. She let me suck on them for a while, and every time I went for the pussy, it was a no go. It was also weird that she was talking to me about her grandson while stroking me off.
Soon, I got her on her back, laid out on the leather bench. Ok, for 86, she's got a nice pooch. And it still got wet naturally from what I felt on the outside. She added a little more lube, and it was off to pound town. I asked her to talk dirty, she did, and I was soon going full speed on her surprisingly tight octogenarian tweeter. It took some willpower and forcing myself to do it, but I completed the mission, and was soon lying on the table ready to go again. No multiple pops. That ad lied!
Overall, I've had a lot worse, and I've had a lot better. But as far as unique experiences go, it was worth trying once. YMMV. Thanks Cleveland.
Photo attached of what a Mistress Joan might look like.
Ghosted me for a 230 appt. That was set thru txt at 1230. I even confirmed at 2 that I was leaving and would see her at 230. Hotel on snow, I parked next door at the restaurant. No response from txt or when I called. She should atleast have the decency to cancel when I txt'd at 2 and then drove 30 min for nothing. I'm starting to really hate all these women and the shit they make us go through to see their loser, drugged up ass's in there shithole hotels and ghetto shithole neighborhoods...and lets not forget, being on constant alert when their neck/face tattoo'd methhead boyfriends and knuckle draggin pimps are around, which always ruins a date when you spot them nearby.I've had nothin but badluck lately..smh.
Good day, my brothers up north. I was visiting your fine city a week ago, and decided to partake of the local scene. I was looking for something different, something unique, something I would probably never ever do again. And thank you Cleveland, you delivered. I saw an ad for a Mistress Joan. In the ad, she claims to be around fifty, but someone online reviewed her, and said she was over 80. That's like a midget, or pregnant girl, you don't get one of those very often. She's not the greatest looker, the photos make it look like she's had botox, and a lot of surgery. That could be. I wouldn't rule it out. But they are also grainy enough that you probably could think 50's. The ad promised things like DATY, GFE, and Multiple Pops, so I was like, what the f**k, I'm in, and soon I was on my way to the east side, just off 480.
Her building is like a maze, it was a walk to find her, with a lot of people, including a weird college girl who were wondering why I was there. I knocked and said "Hi Auntie, it's me John. " and the door opened up. The apartment looks like an old lady lives there. A lot of really old things, and decorated in a way that would have been awesome in 1975. And then the lights come on. HOLY FRAK, she's old! And a bit frail looking too. No problem, I'm into eating chips and breaking hips, let's get to the fun stuff! She shows me down the hall I see a bedroom on the left, nope, not there. We go to the back room. I can't even describe the fettish stuff that's back there. There was something that looked like a studded 2-liter bottle which she picked up and asked if I like stuff up my ass. Nah, pass. There are cuffs, whips, masks, all kinds of stuff, and that's when I notice Mistress Joan is a kinky little thing. She has a very long leather bench and asks me to sit down on it and "Make myself comfortable. " Which I do. I tell her I basically want a simple slap and tickle with her, and she's good with that. DATY, not happening though, she "doesn't know where I've been. " No fingering, no anal, and she won't let you be above her. I guess someone laid down on her too hard once, and broke some bones. No joke, this lady is fragile, and needs a lot of calcium supplements. I was hoping to leave her with some protein, but she would only do it wrapped. No worries.
As she's removing her clothing, I mention the add and say "Someone online said you were in your 80's. " to which she replied "I am in my 80's. I'm 86. " FRAK ME! This lady has 50 years on me! The old lady clothes start to come off, and she's in a leather bra and panties underneath. Nice. The body, it's got some road wear, but she handles it well. The panties come off first, surprisingly, no gray hairs. Natural red. Then the bra comes off. My first thought, I can see the light coming through the window, through her breasts. Her skin is so thin, the light illuminates the implants. I wanted to be a five year old and hold a flashlight against one of them to see if I could make the room light up in the dark, when I noticed that I didn't see any nipples. They're usually there, kind of pointing at you, judgmentally. But I had to look around to find hers. Turns out, the large implants forced those little suckers into hiding, and they were under the breasts, pointing straight down. She let me suck on them for a while, and every time I went for the pussy, it was a no go. It was also weird that she was talking to me about her grandson while stroking me off.
Soon, I got her on her back, laid out on the leather bench. Ok, for 86, she's got a nice pooch. And it still got wet naturally from what I felt on the outside. She added a little more lube, and it was off to pound town. I asked her to talk dirty, she did, and I was soon going full speed on her surprisingly tight octogenarian tweeter. It took some willpower and forcing myself to do it, but I completed the mission, and was soon lying on the table ready to go again. No multiple pops. That ad lied!
Overall, I've had a lot worse, and I've had a lot better. But as far as unique experiences go, it was worth trying once. YMMV. Thanks Cleveland.
Photo attached of what a Mistress Joan might look like.
Now that we are in the Halloween season, your report was timely. Thanks freak.
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