Posted by RickFeliz on January 02, 2001 at 15:02:27:
In Reply to: Mexican Puta Bubble... posted by KRICO on January 02, 2001 at 12:25:57:
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"Es una bolsa de osa" (It's a bear market) "Despues del trabajo, al jugar" (Play comes after work). Reading some of the stories here, particularly about addictive behavior and the fear of becoming addicted, I can see how living in San Diego could be a problem if work/play is done in the wrong sequence. For me, done in the right sequence, however, it can be a powerful opportunity. I'm way past being motivated by the regular stuff. However, "amor y sexo" (love and sex) with an incredible assortment of "las senoritas y las senoras de la fiesta" (the party girls and the party women) is something else. Now that motivates me. I'm willing to "trabajo duro" (work hard) for "un premio" (a prize) of "tiempo con las senoras" (time with the women). I started on an intense program writing project last Sunday. Reading, thinking, observing, writing, thinking, testing, following up leads, rewriting, more testing, more thinking, more reading, swimming, meditating, rewriting, testing. Rick Driver, driven onward by an overpowering urge to get done and claim the "premio" (award). Surrounded by their pictures, listening to Luis Miguel and KLUV (102.9 FM), engulfed by the pleasant associations, I pressed on until finally I got the results I was looking for at 2:30 A.M. in the morning. I placed the short orders for the open tomorrow and was done. Party time. Play comes after work. It's almost exactly 60 minutes door-to-door from my place to Adelitas. I have to be home again for 5 minutes after the market opens at 6:30 AM to place the Stop Loss orders. That only gives me 4 hours. An hour commute each way gives me 2 hours down there. Is it worth it? Should I go or catch a few hours sleep here? At 3:30 AM I jumped out of the taxi and hit Calle Coahuilla. The Chicago Club looked closed on a cold Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. Good weather for "una osa" (a bear). I'm snug and cozy in my long underwear - a habit I picked up being in Chicago (the city not the club) this time of year. I see my "big city woman" from D.F. (Districto Federal, ie Mexico City, the biggest city in the world). We've been flirting/negotiating with each other for exactly a year this month. We've never climbed the stairs together. It's sort of like one of those television series that has a male and female star that don't sleep together. The sexual tension swells and subsides. This morning she's looking pretty good in an elegant white dress that shows off her dancer's body and I tell her with elaborate compliments. Her face really is striking. She looks deep into my eyes, gets that flirtatious smile, and I temporarily lose my sense of balance. Wow! What did she do? She got my mojo workin'. Earlier tonight I heard Santana do Black Magic Woman on the radio. Can't be her he's singing about. She's wearing white. Plenty of rooms available. We get one near the office. After a year of flirting and just being friends, I feel awkward. I normally get a room, set up Casa de Ricardo, and take plenty of time for una fiesta with amigas especiales. I haven't done a quick 30 minutes with someone new while being sober in a long time. Right off the bat she wants the money. I'm thinking "oh, oh". Maybe I made a mistake. I give her forty and she asks for "cinco mas" (five more). I remember the appropriate tactics and reply "propina despues" (tip afterward). I've learned to negotiate - particularly with the big-city women. She agrees. We're both sort of standing there somewhat awkwardly. I really did feel awkward. I've been spoiled by my amigas especiales and was suddenly aware of how rusty I was at this wham bam stuff. I'm sort of waiting for her to initiate it. She turns off the main light and turns on the bathroom light while I throw a fresh towel over the pillow and lie down. She stands near the end of the bed and does a great dance. I get it. She's a dancer turned party girl. She's got a dancer's well-exercised body and the moves to go with it. With her high-heeled shoes, sexy dress and body, and beautiful face she could be a dancer in one of the strip clubs in the U.S.A. that I wasted so much time and money on before I discovered Mexico. Boy is this better. Not only is she turning me on with a great dance. I can reach out and touch her without worrying about getting in trouble with a bouncer. To me "sexo" (sex) has two main parts: getting turned on and getting taken care of. The strip clubs are excellent at getting me turned on, but leave out the taking care of you part. It leaves me frustated and hanging. A partial service. This is much better. "Servicio completo" (complete service). She's bending over and holding onto the bathroom doorway with a great ass inviting me to play. I stand behind her, move in uptight against her, and we grind away. What a trip. My hands hold her incredibly tight ass as we laugh at each other in the mirror (espejo). I pull her dress up to see her body. Great surprise. She looks better with her clothes off. She was hiding an incredible body. Now, I'm really starting to get turned on. In no way is this girlfriend sex, but it's damn good physical sex. Quick lubricante and condom and she's lying across the bed with her long dancer legs up on the wall. God! What a body. I love the feel of her ass and if I close my eyes and stop typing for a moment, I can remember the sensation in my hands. Now I take charge and place her on the end of the bed where I can place both feet firmly on the floor and get some leverage here. We go at it for a few minutes and then she turns over, places her body over the pillow and "presents". I jump on the bed and slip it in and begin rocking. Ride'em cowboy. Faster and Faster. I'm getting real close and notice how "tight" she is. Suddenly, I get it and at the same time don't care. She's lying on her stomach with her ass arched up for "el perro" (the dog). Her right hand is under her stomach like she's playing with her herself and I'm riding the dog right into her unseen hand. No wonder it feels so tight. At this point I'm so close that it doesn't matter. This may be "cheating" from a big-city woman who knows the tricks, but god it feels good. And the visual is sensational. Whooooooaaaaaaaa. Afterwards I happily gave her a $10 tip. I was RicardoContento (Happy Dick). As we were dressing and talking she said she'd been working all night since 10:30 PM and I was her only customer. Lots of sellers and few buyers. "Es una bolsa de osa" (It's a bear market). Regards,
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