With full credit to Kendricks.

Reminiscing....

I arrived in Tijuana at 3:00 p.m. on a Saturday, with the intention of hitting some sleaze joints, and getting at least a blowjob before heading back to my other life. I wasn't yet in the proper frame of mind for mercenary chicas, though, so the empty gaze in the eyes of the girls who sat next to me in the Revo St. strip clubs put me off. I decided to hit a couple of Zona bars, and was met with the same detached, cold stare from every chica whose eyes met mine.

In the past, I had horrible experiences when the vibe was missing. So, I killed some time getting a hair cut, a shoe shine, and chatting with some zona . On my way back to Revo St., I stopped into the Zorro Bar, just for a change of pace. An older chica immediately sat next to me, and offered me a blowjob. I my past experience, older chicas give great head, so I followed her to the back room. She asked if I wanted it soft and slow or hard and fast... I chose the latter. I usually have no problem with staying power, but her technique was so exquisite, and the suction so intense, that it didn't take more than a few minutes for me to loose my load. I allowed myself to be hustled for a few rounds of tequila, and spent some time talking to her in a booth about life, nihilism, anarchy, sex, etc... all of the subjects that are near and dear to my heart.

When I made it back onto the street, I realized that I was getting drunk a little faster than I had intended, so I decided to get an Azteca massage. On my other visits to Azteca, the masseuse kept the towel over me, but this time, I was fully naked the whole time. No sexual contact, but a damn good massage, which left me throbbing hard. I then killed some time drinking coffee and betting on the dogs at Caliente. Amazingly, I actually made a couple of bucks before heading back into the sleaze.

Next stop was the Pussy Cat Club. An absolute stunner hit me up for a private booth dance when I walked inside, and I didn't have the heart to turn her down. $20 for two songs, including tittie sucking, ass and panocha fondling, and her bare tits rubbing against my naked chest. There are worse ways to spend an afternoon. I had a couple more beers at the stage, where I sat next to a couple of obvious newbies. They were tipping the dancer in California strip club fashion, i.e., politely sliding the dollar into her g-string with very little skin contact. They were pretty blown away when I lured her to me, and felt up her ass while sucking her tits on stage. "You can't do that in San Diego!" one yelled in happy disbelief. "That's why I'm not in San Diego", I replied.

Still in the mood for a little more sleaze, I went to the 007, where the waiter promptly tried to rip me off with the bill-switching trick. I firmly told him in Spanish that I had given him a 20, and had even confirmed that it was a 20 when I handed it to him. He smiled and gave me my change. I grabbed another girl for a booth dance, just for the thrill of feeling up every inch of a hot little hardbody.

The malaise that had followed me from California was now a distant memory. I walked back to the zona, popped into AB and Tropical, without feeling that longed-for vibe. I decided to try the Pollo Bar for the first time, and was surprised to find that it was not a shithole when I entered.

A girl at the bar looked at me and smiled, so I called her to my booth. It turns out that she doesn't go to the room, but is a professional dancer with the dance troupe. I still bought her a couple of drinks and chatted to her in Spanish, about the places we had been and the things we had seen. She left my table when it was time for her to prepare for the show, which is actually very entertaining. They had one guy and five girls performing different choreographed routines to about five different songs, including tropical mambo dancing, an S&M routine to Metallica's "Sad But True", and a fire act. The girl I spoke to told me that she had once traveled to Vegas to perform, which I have no reason to doubt.

A young Mexican guy was seated on the other side of my booth during the show, due to the lack of tables. I struck up a conversation in Spanish, and hit it off very well over a few rounds of beers. My new friend and I left to check out AB and CC, which were both packed, so we decided to give Las Chavelas a try.

Once seated in a booth, I noticed a very young (19), very pretty, voluptuous chica looking bored at the bar. I asked her (in Spanish) if she was bored, and if she might like to join us for a drink. She brightened up immediately, and spent some time laughing and joking with us at the table.

The cynics would say she was just very good at her job, but I had the feeling she was actually enjoying my company (or else she is better at faking deep smiles and laughter than anyone I had ever met.) Finally, I made my move. (All of the following conversation is in Spanish.)

"So, do you go to the room, or just work in the bar?"

"I usually just work in the bar, but it is possible to convince me to leave!"

"So, do you want to go to the room with me?"

"How can I answer that? We haven't discussed how much, how long, or anything!"

"Those are just details, mi amor. The question is, do you *want* to go with me? It's okay if you don't want to, I'm sure I could find someone who does. I won't be mad if you say no - do you want to?"

She leaned over, and gave me a sensuous French kiss. "Yes, I want to."

We agreed on $100 for one hour, with the understanding that it would be a full hour of complete enjoyment, with nothing held back (which led to another round of French kissing), and left for the room.

We undressed, and she pulled the covers back and got into the bed. As soon as I was next to her, we began some more kissing, and feeling up each others' bodies. I kissed her neck, licked and sucked her breasts, and gave in to her gradual pushing of my head between her legs. I dove in tongue first, licking and sucking her juicy clit until she was bucking, moaning and screaming. I rotated my body to move my diamond cutter to her face, which she pulled into her mouth for some very sweet licking and sucking while we continued to 69. After I came, she kept me hard with her mouth, and then adjusted my body to masturbate herself with my erection.

When I could take it no longer, I slid it in, and lost myself in wild, animalistic sex in a number of positions, with her bucking and writhing and moaning the entire time. Our bodies were covered with sweat, my staff was ready to burst, and we began to grind against each other with desperate abandon. I finally let loose with one of the most intense, satisfying orgasms imaginable.

There was still a few minutes left to shower and kiss before I walked her back to the bar. My mind blown, I wandered to Sanborns in a daze for some ham and eggs and coffee before making the dreaded crossing back to the USA, and the harsh realities of my life.

It is these moments that make life worth living. Where else in North America can a guy like me so completely lose himself to a fantasy existence, at any time the desire overwhelms him? As I come to realize that I am powerless over my addiction, I also understand that I wouldn't have it any other way.

Tijuana, I shall return....

Kendricks