A Tale of Three Cities (A Tale of Three Trips)

I have been meaning to write up these reports individually for quite a while. However, every time I attempted to do so, something came up and it never happened. Now I am finally taking the time to sit down and flesh out my thoughts. All you veteran mongers need to be forewarned; this is rather long and I am not breaking a lot of new ground here. My trips to the playground tend to be widely spaced and though I like to try new things, I find myself going to the old stand-byes to ensure that I have a good time. This report will cover a December trip to Tijuana and Nogales, a mid-March trip to Nogales and an early April trip to Tijuana and Ensenada.

Trip One – Tijuana and Nogales – December 26 – 30, 2001

Due to my occupation, I am fortunate enough to have quite a bit of free time during the holiday season. During the past couple of years, I have wondered what the chica selection was like in Tijuana and Nogales during the week after Christmas, but I have never attempted to find out. This year was different. I decided that after I took care of family obligations on Christmas, I would treat myself with a trip to the playground to satisfy my curiosity. I am in my late thirties, not married and have enough money to get myself into trouble, so carving out time after the holidays would be relatively simple. On top of that, I bought an older class B motorhome – better known as a van camper – last summer and road tripping across the country is my idea of a good time. So, a couple of days after Christmas, I loaded up the van, headed off for California.

I live near Kansas City, so the drive actually took me a couple of days. One of the benefits of travelling in the van is if you get tired or hungry you pull over. It has a small refrigerator, stove, toilet, shower and bed. All the conveniences of home packed into 19 feet. My route took me across the desolate boredom of western Kansas, the panhandles of Oklahoma and Texas and across the broad mesa lands of New Mexico. I spent the first night in the parking lot of an Indian casino west of Albuquerque. Of course, before I packed it in for the night, I went inside and actually won about a hundred and fifty dollars at the craps table. (Trust me, this is an all too rare occurrence so I have to crow about it a bit!) The next day, I drove along the Mogollon Rim in Arizona, through Phoenix, and across the southern deserts of Arizona and California. I pulled into San Diego, right about rush hour on Thursday, December 27. I had stopped at a truck stop to clean up, so I was ready to jump across the border. Except, I needed some sleep.

The original plan was to drive down to the border, park in the World Parking lot and catch a couple hours of shuteye before going to Adelitas. But, while I was stuck in rush hour traffic inching southbound along I-5, I spotted the Chula Vista Marina sign and decided to check it out. Behind the marina, there is a nice little bayside park where I parked and got my rest. I killed a couple of birds with one stone; I got my rest, waited out the rush hour traffic and discovered a nice spot to relax. (I also spent part of the next day at this little park, resting, eating and watching people, so it turned out to be a nice spot to wile a way a little time.)

I got down to the border around 9:00, parked at the World Parking lot – away from most of the other cars so that I wouldn’t be disturbed when I came back – crossed the border and caught a cab ($5) to Adelitas. I had not been to TJ since late June, so I was excited to push back that heavy fake-velvet curtain and enter Playground Central.

Frankly, the chica selection was not that bad. It was a typical crowd for a Thursday night. There were probably fewer hotties than normal, but there was something for everyone. It was definitely a buyer’s market – many more chicas than mongers.

For me though, the night was one of frustration. I really wanted two different chicas: one in Adelitas and one in the Chicago Club. However, it just never worked out. The chica in CC was not gorgeous, but flat sexy. She hooked me when I saw her dance with some drunken gringo and her movements on the dance floor just exuded sexuality. Unfortunately, the gringo sat with her the entire night, plying her with drinks. (Hey buddy, if you’re reading – Share the Wealth!) The chica in AB was a dancer, but I never caught her name. She had shoulder-length curly brown hair and an ass to die for. Unfortunately, I could never make the connection. After a couple of frustrating near misses, I wandered back on the rear dance floor and started talking to a good-looking chica named Alejandra.

Alejandra – Guadalajara
Price: $50
Looks: 8
Attitude: 8.5
Performance: 9
English: ? I only initiated conversations in my pidgin Spanish and although she replied a couple times in English, I did not really try to speak with her in English.
Cleanliness: ? She didn’t clean up in the room, but I think I was her last call for the night so I’m sure cleaning went on somewhere else.
Repeat: Yes

This Alejandra turned out to be the famous Smith, though I didn’t realize it until I got back home and saw her picture in the PISS section. One of the reasons I decided to go up with her was that she had a neat attitude in the bar. We made a lot of small talk and during a pause in the conversation she kind of shrugged her shoulders, looked up with her eyes and rolled open her hands as if to say, “Well? Are we going up or not?” It was definitely a soft-sell to which I just laughed and said “Vamanos.” On the way to the room, who do we pass in the stairwell but the hottie dancer I’d been lusting after all night. Alejandra stopped to talk to her and then turned to me and asked me if I wanted them both. Had I known it was Smith at the time, I’d jumped all over this. But since I didn’t know, I didn’t want to risk a poor session, so I passed. Damn!

In the room, Alejandra was business-like but good. She offered a very nice CBJ (two or three short sucks, then deep throat, repeat as necessary.) Sex was good and multi-positional: mish, cowgirl, doggie and side-by-side. Overall, a good time was had by me. The only knock I have on her are those rock-hard tits. If she only had Sophia-type implants, I’d call her damn near perfect in the looks department. She has a very pretty face, a nice bod, great ass, but those damn hard tits. I’d bump my looks rating up an entire point if it weren’t for them. Oh, well. Once I’d cleaned up, I sat on the bed watching her primp when she told me to go ahead and head on down. I got the impression that I was it and she was calling it a night.

I cabbed back to the border, walked all the way the hell across that damn big parking lot, stumbled into my van and went to sleep. BTW, there was virtually no line at customs when I stumbled through about 1:30. The next day, I wandered around San Diego, sightseeing and generally goofing around. Eventually, I ended up back in the park behind the marina in Chula Vista and basically lazed away the better part of the day. It was kind of nice.

I returned to Adelitas around 8:30 that night. My full intention was to try to hook up with either the hottie dancer from AB or the sexy chick from CC. But my luck held true to form and I saw neither one of them all night long. There was definitely a Friday night crowd in both AB and CC – a seller’s market without a doubt. While AB had fewer hotties than normal, I thought the CC contingent was as striking as I’ve seen. There were a lot of really nice-looking chicas, but I just never got a good vibe from anyone. Eventually I wandered to AB and hooked up with a girl named Sandra. She was standing to the left of HC near the big-screen in the back.

Sandra
Price: $40
Looks: 6.5 – kind of a girl next door type
Attitude: 6 – nice in the bar, rather aloof in the room
Performance: 5 good sex, but no BJ
English: F
Cleanliness: sink clean-up
Repeat: No

Overall, this was a disappointing session. While Sandra was fairly animated and genial in the bar, she was a dead fish in the room. The fact that she wouldn’t suck cock was a MAJOR disappointment. It’s my own damn fault as I didn’t really specify anything in the bar. This is really the first time that this has happened to me in AB. Oh well, live and learn. The best thing about this session was that I had to pound the living shit out of her to bust a nut. Not only did she take it; she took it without complaint. If she had complained, I’d have rated the performance in the 2 – 3 range.

I stumbled back over to CC fully intending to go another round, but again never hooked up with anyone as I couldn’t get the vibe. Eventually, I cabbed back to the border, stumbled to the van and slept like a baby. Again, no line at customs at 2:00 AM, bonus.

The next day, I rolled out of San Diego on my way to Nogales. I knew the drive would not take very long (compared to the drive from KC to SD), so I took my time, stopping to see every touristy thing that I could. After stopping at another truck stop to clean up, I rolled into Nogi around 4:30 – 5:00. I got a bite to eat, rested for awhile and crossed over around 9:30 or so.

There’s only one word I can use to describe Nogales on this Saturday night – DEAD. I mean Nogi is generally quieter than TJ, but this wasn’t quiet; it was DEAD. I went into Placers – nothing, Lipsticks – nothing. I haven’t ever gone to Cherry’s so I don’t know what it was like. Eventually I rolled into Lord Blacks and finally found a few cute girls. I know that the Nogi veterans here generally do not have good things to say about LB, but I’ve always managed to have a good time here. The worst thing, of course, is the way the girls hang out in the chairs by the bar. It makes it damn difficult to see what they look like.

As soon as I sit down, they have their famous 2 for 1 privado ticket sale. (I’m certain this could be had on a regular basis if one bargained, but they’ve always offered it at some point when I’ve been in there so I’ve never bargained.) I ended up choosing a very slim chica who looked good from a distance, but whose face was weaker up close. Not ugly, but her face didn’t match up to her smoking-hot little body. I’d give her body a solid 8- thin but sexy - but her face a 5. I can’t remember her name, but it doesn’t really matter.

We were the only people up in the privado area and agreed to $60 for sex. It was actually pretty good for that damn small booth in those crappy chairs with the stupid arms that need to be cut off. Before we got going she actually bent over, fingered her asshole and offered me anal. I was tempted, but anal in a small booth with no shower available? I don’t think so.

The sex was energetic to say the least. She rode me for awhile, I hammered her in a standing doggie and finally finished by laying down on the chair with my ass hanging off the end while she squatted over me and I pounded the crap out of her from below. I remember the sound of our bodies slapping together so loudly before I spooged that I swear it echoed in the empty privado area. It must have been really loud because the guy guarding the privado area smiled, laughed and gave me the thumbs up as I left.

After leaving LB, I strolled over to Rio’s for a look. I’d never been here before so I was curious to see what it was like. Fairly nice place, a bit smaller that I expected and the chica selection was just average. I sat here for awhile, drank a beer and fended off the ticket sellers. I was about recovered from the earlier session but just didn’t see anyone interesting enough, so I decided to leave.

I almost headed for the border, but decided, “What the hell,” and went to check out Obsessions. I’d only been in here once before and was impressed by the quality of the chicas but was disappointed by the difficulty in receiving services. It couldn’t hurt to wander in check it out, could it?

I roll in, pay the cover (which also got me a free table dance) and ordered a beer. There were, maybe, 3 other guys in there and 6 – 7 chicas. Most of them were very average (5 – 7) but there was one 8 so I had her brought over for the free table dance. Unlike the chica at LB, she had a very voluptuous rack. Again, I don’t remember her name, but does it really matter? She gave a good table during which we hammered out a deal for a BJ for $50. The only stipulation was that I had to buy two privados. A bit pricey, but I really needed a good BJ as I hadn’t got one from Sandra last night in TJ or from the chica in LB. So I agreed and off we went. Again, we were the only people in the privado area and as we went in the booth, she told the guy back there to leave us alone.

What came next (besides me) was the wettest, sloppiest blowjob I have received in a long, long time. This girl flat got after it. She did an amazing job of using her mouth and unlike many of these puta BJs simply used her hand to hold my cock. She wasn’t covertly giving me a handjob while licking on the end of my dick. She was actually giving the blowjob I always dream about – a lot of mouth and a lot of tongue.

After busting the ‘nad earlier, I knew it was going to take a lot for me to cum. So, I let her go after it with gusto. After awhile (probably 15 minutes or so), I actually started feeling guilty. I mean she was working her ass off and I wasn’t anywhere near being ready to blow. So, I maneuvered her one of her hands so that she began to jack me off while simultaneously giving head. I was also able to get her to use her other hand alternately massaging the ‘nads and the ass. After another 5 minutes or so, I finally came. I ended up tipping her $5 because she got after it with no slacking and no complaints-. As I reached down to pull up my pants, I realized that she used so much saliva that I was wet from my cock all the way down to the crack of my ass. Simply amazing.

After that little session, I was pretty much satiated, so I headed back for the van. I actually ended up driving up to Benson, pulled into a parking lot for trucks at the Gas City, and slept the night away. It took me a couple more day s but eventually, I made my way back home with some interesting memories.

My overall evaluation of Tijuana and Nogales the week after Christmas goes something like this:

TJ – adequate selection of chicas at AB, fewer hotties than normal but plenty to choose from. Nice selection of chicas at CC - I don’t know about this place though, I just can’t figure out the vibe.

Nogi – DEAD. The biggest advantage was the extra time I was able to get due to the fact that there was no one there. There was a very limited selection of chicas. I was satisfied with what I got, but I had to work for it.

Use of the van – two enthusiastic thumbs up. Convenient, cheap and comfortable, I’ll definitely take the van on a trip like this again.

I wouldn’t hesitate to go back to TJ for the holiday week, but would probably pass on Nogi. Just remember though, that if you search long enough and hard enough you just might find a nugget.


Trip Two – A night in Nogales – March 21, 2002

The second trip came because of a short business-related trip to Tucson. I blew in Tuesday and worked my ass off for a day and a half so that I could slip down to Nogales Thursday before heading back home on Friday. Before I left home, I made a general appeal on Club Hombre to see which bars were happening. Mr. Bill replied but I wasn’t able to read it until I got back. (Thanks for the suggestions Mr. Bill. I appreciate the response.)

I got down to the border between 9:00 – 9:30. Whenever I go to Nogales, I never park in one of the lots. I always park in the street on Grand Avenue and have never had any problems. I cross and head to Rio’s to start the night. Again, I’d assess the talent level here as merely average.

I sat down, ordered a beer and began to watch the dancers. There were a couple of girls who came over and tried to get me to buy a dance, but they didn’t really interest me. Eventually one older chica, who spoke excellent English, sat down for the sell. I passed, but she stuck around and we talked quite a bit. She said she was 24, but I’d guess a couple of years older. She told me about her truck (a Chevy Silverado I believe) that had been stolen that day and began to talk about what she wanted to do (go to the U.S.) and some of the problems she saw for the younger chicas (they sell themselves too cheaply just to satisfy their “habits.”) I don’t know if this was her way of trying to make a connection so I’d buy a dance or not. If it was, it didn’t work.

Eventually I hooked up with what I thought was the best looking chica there; again, I don’t remember her name. She was probably about 20, slender, nice “B” cup tits, with a pretty face. After a nice table dance, we went to the booth for a little boom-boom. This was my first time in the privado area at Rio’s. It’s basically hidden behind a false, plywood wall along the south side of the club. Open at the top with a flimsy door, they’re big enough for a chair and a 3 x 3 ottoman dealie. She lay back on the ottoman and I got after it. The best memory that I have of this was watching her tits bounce back and forth as I hammered away. Overall, it was a nice little Nogi session.

Afterwards, I wandered over to Placer’s. There was a nice selection available on this Thursday night. I sat down, ordered a beer and began to scout the place. I didn’t think I’d be able to go again so quickly, so I wasn’t very pushy. It didn’t take too long though for a nice looking, curvaceous chica to plop down in my lap and began to make a case for me to take her upstairs. She didn’t have a top on and had big titties. My hands were allowed to wander freely while she massaged me through my pants. In no time, I was ready to play and up we went.

This was my first time upstairs at Placers. It has a similar setup to Lord Blacks, a three-walled, curtained fronted cubicle with a chair. This chica got down and got after it. This BJ wasn’t as good as the December Obsessions BJ, but it was adequate. She used a lot of hand and just sucked around the head. But frankly, that was probably the only way I was going to get off this soon after the first pop. I was able to finish right as the time expired. Oh, by the way it was a $50 negotiated fee. Not the best I’ve had but good nonetheless.

After I left Placers, I strolled over to Lord Blacks. Again, there was a nice selection of girls who had the usual LB problem – too much sitting not enough strolling. Eventually the 2 for 1 privado deal came up, which I bought. I choose a girl named Rebecca. Big mistake. Up in the booth, there was very little touching and no extras. Again, my own fault as I didn’t negotiate downstairs, but with the track record I have had previously at LBs, I didn’t think I needed too. Lesson learned. The only good thing about this was that I was real horny after it was done. So I decided to head back up to Placers to see if I could bust three nuts in one night.

Back at Placers I hook up with a cutie, who wanted $60 for sex. She was cute, with shoulder length black wavy and a slender frame – probably small B’s or big A’s. We head upstairs and go after it. I realized right away that I wasn’t going to be able to come, so I thought I’d see how long I could push it before she bailed. We went after long and hard. She started out fairly wet but that wore off pretty quickly. I was giving her the long stroke from behind when suddenly, she ripped a loud pussy fart. She was so embarrassed that she jumped up and said that’s it. I wanted to burst out laughing, but held it back until I left the club.

After that, I headed back across the border and then back to Tucson. Overall, it was a good trip with nice looking chicas at Placers. The Great Pussy Fart incident will be remembered for a long time. I didn’t go into my formerly favorite club Lipsticks because of all the negative reports that I’ve read here, maybe next time.

Trip Three – Tijuana and Ensenada – April 4 - 6, 2002

This trip happened because I was in San Diego for business. I flew in Monday to do a job. I worked hard all week but was unable to get down to the border. I finished the job Thursday afternoon and headed down to TJ that evening.

I got into Adelitas around 10:00. There was a typical Thursday night crowd – a good selection of chicas and not horribly crowded. I bounced back and forth between AB and CC for a couple of hours. I was looking for Sophia at CC but she never showed. Eventually I ran into Evan in HC at Adelitas.

Evan (eh-Bahn) – Guadalajara
Price: $60
Looks: 7.5 – decent looking chica with a nice rack
Attitude: 10
Performance: 8 good sex, but too much hand during the CBJ
English: D – very limited but she was very patient with my pidgin Spanish
Cleanliness: sink clean up
Repeat: Yes

This girl and I clicked for some reason. We didn’t talk that much in the bar, but once we got to the room we were able to carry on a very interesting conversation. Sex was more than acceptable. She has very nice “C” cup chi-chis, that I thought were real in the beginning but began to have my doubts as the session rolled on. If there are fake, they are magnificent. She gave a decent CBJ but used too much hand. Sex was very good with three positions – cowgirl, missionary and side-by-side.

The strangest thing about this session was that we never received the dreaded knock. Apparently someone forgot or didn’t know where we were. After we were done, she laid beside me with her head on my shoulder and told me what it was like to work at Adelitas. She told me that she had only been in TJ for “tres semanas,” and that she had to go to work at 8:00 PM and stay until 6:00 AM. During that time, she’d often get really tired. Sometimes she’d sneak up to her room after a session and clean up or grab a quick bite to eat. The absolute funniest part of the conversation happened when she asked me if I was married and when she found out that I wasn’t went into this diatribe about how “las Americanas son putas.” She said that American women were too liberated and forgot that sex was an important part of being a woman. It kind of sums up many the conversations that I’ve read on this board. After this was over, I headed back to the border and went too sleep. (I didn’t mention it earlier but I moved down to the Travelodge to be closer to the playground.)

I had decided to head to Ensenada for Friday night’s action. I had read (and listened) to Daytimer’s reports and was intrigued. So I figured, what the hell and made the journey. Daytimer’s reports are excellent in giving the general feel of Ensenada, so I’ll try to be a bit more technical in describing locations and directions to places.

After checking out of the Travelodge, I headed down to the border and crossed over. Instead of heading straight ahead to the taxi stand, I took the last available right and exited out on the street. Turning left, I walked about a block and a half, took another right and immediately saw the ABC bus company. The one-way fare to Ensenada was $8.10 and you do get an assigned seat for the journey down. I was fortunate to get a window seat on the right hand side of the bus. We left at 12:00 PM.

The bus was only about 3/4 full as we left, but due to the driver’s stops to pick up additional passengers, the bus eventually ended up full. As we pulled out of the terminal, the driver started a movie and, lo and behold, it was one of my all-time favorite stupid movies, “Fletch Lives.” The movie was shown with Spanish subtitles. It’s great to watch a movie that you know very well that’s subtitled. It gives you a change to see how some of the idiosyncratic aspects of English are translated into Spanish. If you have a decent understanding of how Spanish sounds – and I do from 8 hours of college Spanish and two years of living in Puerto Rico – it might be an excellent way of expanding your Spanish vocabulary.

The first part of the drive from TJ to ENS is very depressing. It’s bumpy with lots of traffic and not too much to look at. However, once you get south of Rosarito the scenery gets much better. There are nice beaches set against the hills. It made me wish I had the van and a surfboard!!

We rolled into the first stop in Ensenada right at 1:30. I got off at the first stop – which is located at Sixth and Gastelum and then walked 5 blocks west (towards the ocean) to Avenida Lopez Mateos. From there I took a left and walked a block and a half to the Hotel Caribe. Hotel Caribe is a half-block south of Miramar on Lopez Mateos. Daytimer reported this as the “best $20 room” he’s ever had. It was acceptable; but it cost me $30. I’m not sure why there was a difference in price, but the hotel is located right in the middle of Monger Central. Denys Bar (El Pescador) is across the street and a half a block north right on the corner of Lopez Mateos and Miramar. Afro Club is a half block east of Lopez Mateo on Miramar. Club Paris is one block east of Lopez Mateos on Miramar. The Men’s Club is a block and a half west of Lopez Mateos on Miramar. And Anthony’s (Monger heaven in ENS) is one block west of Lopez Mateos on Miramar.

My initial impressions of ENS were very favorable It’s very relaxed and the hawkers at the doors of the shops on the main tourist drag are almost non-existent. There are not very many street people – mainly just older women with their kids hawking chiclets. There are enough gringos around to make you comfortable but not an overabundance of gringo stupidity. All in all, a pleasant mix. I remember hoping that the bargirls would be half as good looking as the chicas walking around town. There were a lot of very nice looking women out and about.

I wandered around town, exploring a bit and stopped to eat at a place called Las Brisas. The meal included grilled chicken, freshly made chips and salsa, freshly made tortillas, rice, beans and a couple of beers for under $6.00. After chow, I made the rounds of the strip clubs. I stuck my head in Denys Bar and there was nothing going on. It’s only 4:30 in the afternoon, but something should have been happening. I headed down to the Paris Club and go in and MAN is it dark. After stumbling around, running over shit because I couldn’t see, I finally make my way to the seat near the stage and get a beer. The chicas dancing were average at best. Of course the fact that you can barely see shit is a bit of a deterrent in assessing their looks. I bailed after one beer.

I stopped off at the Afro Club on the way back. The dancers here, again very average looking, had something else going for them. They were nasty! Table dances here got nasty. There was a drunken gringa sitting with her boyfriend next to the stage. She was getting every dancer that came up to dance on her man. One dancer, though, jumped right off the stage onto the drunken gringa’s chair and put her bare muff (they strip down totally here) right in the gringa’s face. Of course, the gringa responded by grabbing both of the dancer’s butt cheeks and pulling her in. She was buried nose-deep and, although I couldn’t see very well, I’m sure there was some tongue action going on. It got really raunchy for awhile and then the bartender came out and made them break it up. All in all an interesting diversion.

After I left Afro, I went back to the room to rest up and clean up. I flip on the tube and what do I catch on cable TV but the Sony (I think) TV network that was showing American sit-com reruns. Married with Children and Seinfeld are a hoot to watch sub-titled in Spanish.

About 9:30, I headed over to Anthony’s to check out the scene. I was hoping to score a TLN, but was going to take my time, check things out and do the best I that I could. My initial impression of Anthony’s was that it was very small and crowded. Groups of people (mainly guys) keep coming in and out throughout the evening. When it was less crowded, Anthony’s seemed bigger - go figure. I guess that’s natural but it took me awhile to get a grip on the place. It was also odd that there were couples scattered intermittently around the bar. Kinda strange.

There were quite a few chicas here on a Friday night. I’d estimate 25 – 35 scattered around the bar. They ranged in looks from 5 – 9. The 9 was really good looking and, had I seen her naked, she might have pushed the 10 range. Most of the chicas were in the 6 – 8 range. The volume of chicas leaving the bar seemed really low. I could see it happen occasionally, but it’s not Adelitas’ traffic by any sense of the word. As the night wore on, traffic to the room got a little heavier but it was never constant. Some of the chicas who left never came back; others eventually did show up again. I’d guess the average time out of bar was over an hour.

There was also an interesting band that played as well; interesting because of their music selection. Their set lists included salsa, Bob Marley, Santana, Van Morrison and the Doors. There wasn’t much dancing with the band, but dancing picked up during the band’s break. (Doesn’t that always seem to happen to bar bands?)

Eventually I have a nice looking chica come sit with me for a drink. She was a slender blonde who had an average face but a nice tight little rack. She had a tiny waist, large “B” cup chi-chis and a gorgeous ass. I can’t remember her name but she told me she was from Guadalajara, had been in ENS for about 3 months and liked it a lot. We had a couple of drinks and danced a bit before we headed to my room back at the Caribe. She started out quoting $100 for an hour but quickly took my counter-offer of $80. I know that many TJ vets think $80 is too much, but this was for an hour, in my room away from their normal haunt, so I thought it was fair. If things worked in the room as well as they had gone in the bar; I make the TLN proposal.

Another ENS difference is that you have to buy a $14 get out of jail free card for the chica. This didn’t bother me as I saw it as a push since I didn’t have to pay for a room. We left the bar and walked hand-in-hand up to the Caribe. What followed in the room was a very nice session that ended with a bit of a twist.

We started with her giving me a decent massage. I returned the favor and gave her the best massage in my repertoire. She seemed very appreciative of the attention that I paid to her feet. After the mutual massage session we engaged in a little light kissing – no tongues, but nice nonetheless. I actually thought about a little DATY, but didn’t – which was a good thing as it turned out. Eventually we turned to sex. She climbed on top of me and gave me a GREAT ride. I haven’t had someone as good as her on top since my last, long-ago session with Sophia – CC. I’m not sure but I think that she orgasmed at one point. I’m fairly sure it was real as she didn’t put on a “big production,” the skin on her chest got flushed, and her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers. Either way it was a great ego boost for me.

After she settled down a bit, I decided that it was my time to get on top. As she slid up off my cock, I heard her curse and she suddenly looked very embarrassed. I looked down at my latex-covered member to see it covered with blood. Apparently, she was beginning that time of the month and our little session had brought on her period. She was obviously embarrassed and apologized profusely. She cleaned both of us up, apologizing the whole time. I tried to put her at ease saying that she shouldn’t worry, that it was natural and didn’t bother me at all.

After she cleaned us both, I was still rock-hard. She asked if I wanted to continue and I said absolutely. She insisted on getting back on top and again rode my like a wild-woman until I came. After, we both showered together and dressed; I walked her back over to Anthony’s. This had all they earmarks of a great TLN until the Great Bloodletting Incident occurred. Oh well, maybe next time.

The next morning, I checked out to get my $5 key deposit back. I then walked back to the bus station and got there just as a bus for TJ was ready to leave. Another $8.10 and I was on my way back to TJ.

My time in Ensenada was very enjoyable and I will definitely go back down. Daytimer has it right in describing the atmosphere of the town and the chicas. Probably the best thing about ENS is that the sessions are relaxed, have the potential to turn into a TLN and there is no knock! If you get off on the frenetic pace of TJ, Ensenada is probably not for you. If your idea of a good mongering time is a slow approach, it might be right up your ally. Time permitting, Ensenada will be a must-do on all of my future trips to the playground.

I got back to TJ around 11:00 AM. Although I was very close to the border, I didn’t want to stand in line in the rain that was threatening waiting to cross the border. I felt like I needed to stay on the US side as I had a flight out the next morning and didn’t want to chance an interminable wait Sunday morning that would cause me to miss my flight. So I walked back up to the Mexicoach bus station and bought the $1.50 ticket back to the border. In the past, the bus line has moved very quickly, but this time it was different. It took about 2 1/2 hours to get across the border. Although it was a pain in the ass, I was sitting, out of the rain, bonus. The other idiots on the bus were complaining all the time. I guess they weren’t in their Zen states.

I checked back into the Travelodge and the manager remembered me from my Friday night stay and gave me the weekday rate instead of the weekend rate. I thought that was awful nice of him. I headed back to the Zona around 8:00 that night. It was very crowded in both AB and CC. I mean packed crowded. I eventually hooked up with a chica in AB named Alexandria.

Alexandria
Price: $60
Looks: 7 – decent looking chica with a nice rack
Attitude: 6 – very rushed
Performance: 7 acceptable but not outstanding
English: F
Cleanliness: Warning, Warning, Warning – NO CLEAN UP
Repeat: NO

Alexandria is a curvy chica – big fake chi-chis, whose acceptable in the looks department, who gave an utterly forgettable session. A rushed CBJ, sex in mish and doggie. After the session, she was dressed and out the door before I had a chance to look up. I’d avoid this one at all costs.

After that poor session, I headed over to CC determined to hook up with someone in this place. Ideally, I wanted to find Sophia, who I saw but was never able to make a connection with. Sophia has gained a couple of pounds, but the biggest change in the looks department is that her face has filled out. It’s a little rounder now, but her body still looks good. She was busy the entire night, so I was never able to hook up with her.

Eventually I saw a dark-haired chica of medium height and a HUGE set of chi-chis. She was pretty, so I decided what the hell. I went over to talk to her and she told me her name was Amy. Immediately the word EVIL flashed in my brain but I was enamoured with that chest and decided to find out whether the evil label was true or not.

Amy - Guadalajara
Price: $60
Looks: – nice looking chica with an outstanding rack
Attitude: 5 – very businesslike, not much personality at all
Performance: 6 acceptable BJ, but sex in mish only – no touching those fabulous breasts - frustrating
English: F
Cleanliness: Warning, Warning, Warning – NO CLEAN UP
Repeat: NO

All in all, I’d say that evil is an appropriate adjective to describe Amy. She was extremely businesslike in the room, on the verge of mercenary. And, just like the session with Alexandria, she was out of the room before I had a chance to catch my breath. This was definitely a trophy fuck session that was not worth the price of admission. There’s no way in hell I’d repeat. I know that the rumor is that Amy has a membership here. If that’s true, I hope she reads this: Lighten up and have some fun goddammit. If you don’t like being a whore, change occupations.

After that crappy session, I decided to cut my losses and head back to the border. For the first time, since I’ve been going to TJ there was a bit of a line at customs around 1:00 AM. This was mostly due to the fact that the guy whose line I was in was apparently on a search and destroy mission. He took 5 people ahead of me out of the line and back into the bowels of the customs area.

The next morning, I took the trolley and the Flyer back up to the airport, caught my flight out and headed back home. This trip started out very positively with the session with Evan and the trip to Ensenada. However, the last night TJ flat sucked; two bad sessions and too many damn people. Oh well, live and learn.

If you’re still with me after this epic monologue, pat yourself on the back. I didn’t intend to write 7,053 words, but I did. Any input or observations are welcome.

Later,

el_apodo