After reading your reports for a year, I had to go to Brazil.
Why? To see for myself if this was for real.
By submitting this report, I can only hope to dispel the myths that surround what Rio De Janiero is all about. I don’t write or photograph like some of the ‘expert’ hombres, but here goes. My maiden voyage to Brazil, published, for all the world to see.
I got a visa – that’s easy enough. I arranged an apartment, and learned a little Portuguese before arriving. How much? Enough to get my face slapped if the ‘garota’ wasn’t ‘on the program’. Thanks to Xeneno for publishing the text to the Pimsleur CD’s.
Upon arriving in Rio, I immediately sought out the closest ‘terma’, and arrived at Monte Carlo at 3pm. What I found inside was simply startling. I was ill prepared for my first terma run. I found women of all shapes and sizes, all eyeing my American tuckus like rabid dogs, smacking their chops and drooling over the thought of consuming me.
I hadn’t sat down for more than 2 minutes before I found my first target.
Photo: MC Spinner 01
She couldn’t have been 100 lbs, but she was 46 kilos of finely honed Brazilian booty, and I quickly succumbed to her charms. My terma key was transferred to her wrist in a matter of minutes. Of course she could’ve tossed it back onto my lap like a farm girl tossing a horseshoe at a Sunday School picnic, but she didn’t. Quickly acquiescing to my request for a 3 hole session (thank you fellow hombres for this hint), it was off to the cabine to see what Brazilieras can do.
Photo: MC Spinner 02
The BBBJ began our session with me blowing my load in under 4 minutes. Why? Where I come from, we don’t get many girls who will practice fellatio with or without a condom. Since I was still hard after climaxing, I immediately entered her for some delicious sex.
This girl took my pounding for the next 30 minutes without complaint. I’ve never had a Mormon girl look at me like she did. It was if I was the only lollipop at an obesity convention. Is this normal? Thank goodness I have never climaxed twice in an hour in my life or I would’ve reached orgasm again right away.
Upon returning to the bar area, I thought I’d enjoy another soft drink before leaving to return to my apartment to rest, and reflect upon my first encounter with a paid sex provider. But my girlfriend had another idea in mind. She introduced me to her friend Stephanie.
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Uncomfortable wouldn’t even begin to describe how I felt as my first date of the day sat on my left while this new ‘garota’ or girl sat on my left. But I quickly overcame my uneasiness as Stephanie eyed me. I don’t remember feeling this desirable before in my life. Ok… sure I’m relatively young and have light hair and blue eyes, a novelty in Brazil, but for some reason this new Garota transcended my conventional American thinking and had me thinking about paying for another ‘cabine’ with her!
Is this normal?
My upbringing would certainly preclude my even being in Brazil as a ‘sex tourist’, and now here I am considering taking my second girlfriend up to a bedroom – and I’ve only been in Brazil for less than 8 hours? But pyromaniac Stephanie is rubbing my arm, and playing with my wick. Her sparks were flying about the keg of explosive munitions upon which my loins are precariously perched, and I respond by ceremoniously handing my key to her.
Photo: Stephanie 04
My swollen phalanx wasn’t inside her for a minute before Stephanie told me to “Stop!”, as she needed to ‘goza’. Fortunately, I’d done enough research to know that she was climaxing. I was on top of her, so I just hovered above her, waiting for permission to continue. “Are all brazilieras so sensual?” I wondered. This happened again after 3 minutes before she motioned for me to lie on the bed while she climbed atop of me.
Within seconds of her riding me like this, I felt liquid landing about my face, neck, chest and breast area. I noticed a wall-unit a/c unit over my head, and immediately wondered why it was suddenly dripping on me? Staring at this appliance, I realized the fluid was coming from elsewhere. Where? Her.
“Is she peeing all over me or what?” I wondered?
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Wanting to be a ‘player’, I patiently watched as she splashed all about me while rubbing her clitoris on my groin. When she dismounted my engorged member, my loins were doused in a shower of her vaginal fluids, an experience entirely unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I asked her to kneel on “quatro’, or all fours, and entered her from behind. I enjoyed pounding her like a farmer on his lunch break before achieving climax. Since we had lots of time left in our session, I produced my dictionary to ask her why she had peed everywhere?!
Her response confused me.
She assured me that the fluids were from her orgasms, even looking up the word for me in the dictionary. If this is for real, I’ve NEVER encountered it in my life.
“Brazilieras are the best”, I think as we dress to leave to return to the boite.
Realizing that I had forgotten my smokes, I quickly return to the room to retrieve them, and snap a quick shot of the sheets
“What more will happen in Brazil?” I wonder as I head for the showers.
My thoughts raced that night as I fell asleep. “What new experiences will tomorrow bring?” I wondered…
