Dec. 25: I was sitting at Sindicato do Chopp, the restaurant downstairs from my apartment, waiting for Camila to arrive with a girlfriend (I asked her to bring someone else along for my buddy Phil, since I knew it was hard to hook up on Christmas day). It was a beautiful sunny day, and all of a sudden Tereza popped up right in front of me and put her arms around me. What a surprise! If there is a woman I love in Brasil, it is Tereza.

She and Fernanda had gone to Greece in mid July for six months, and although she had mentioned in an e-mail that she was getting sick of the Greek men and wanted to spend Christmas with her family (in Minas Gerais), I had not been in touch with her recently. Her e-mail communication had been spotty. I’d even tried to call her in Cyprus a few times in November, got no answer. Now here she was in front of me, the garota whose picture I’ve had on my computer for the last year, the one I really really liked. She and Fernanda had broken up in Greece, which was fine with me because Fernanda had been getting on my nerves when I saw them in May.

She told me she didn’t want to call, she wanted to find me and surprise me. Well, fine, but…then along came Camila and Suelim. They sat down, we all had a drink while I called Phil and waited for him arrive. When he did, he didn’t fancy either Camila or Suelim, so what’s a monger to do. Tereza, Camila, Suelim and I went up to my apartment and had a great couple of hours. One reason I like Tereza so much is that she is completely, aggressively bisexual (well, somewhat aggressive, when it’s spread out for her).

Photos: Tereza 167 168 169 170

Photos: Suelim 171 172 173

Photos: Suelim & Camila 174 175 176 177

Photos: Suelim,Teresa & Camila 178 179 180 181 182

After a few hours, Tereza said she had to leave, she was moving into a new apartment in Zona Norte and had a lot to do. She wouldn’t commit to getting together again, and I sensed something was not right between us. This wouldn’t get straightened out until near the end of my visit.

But just seeing her (and enjoying her bisexuality with Camila and Suelim) was the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.

Dec. 26: Thays came over and spent the whole day and night. Love those beijos negros, that was the best part. She continued helping me with Portuguese, and my teacher said she had an educated usage, not like most of the GdPs.

Dec. 27: Leka from L’Uomo was supposed to come over, but flaked. I went over to Madame X’s to see if she had anyone I liked. I finally decide to take Monica, who was on a day off (her birthday) as assistant manager at Kilogramma. I didn’t think she was that hot-looking, but her “regular girl” status excited me. She turned out to be pretty hot in bed. And I had already given Madame X R$50 of the R$150 cost.

Photos: Monica 183 184 185

Later, I stopped by Meia Pataca and met Karina, who was eating dinner with a girlfriend. Immediately attracted by her bust, I just had to talk with her, even though I was on my way to meet a buddy at Monte Carlo. We agreed to meet the next night at MP at 8. At Monte Carlo, I selected Elin, who seemed very sexy at the time, and indeed gave a very good session. Her pics don’t do her justice.

Photos: Elin 187 188 189 190

Afterwards, dinner at the Terrace. I spotted Diana, a tiny spinner with a great personality. Unfortunately, she wanted R$300 for a short time, and I wasn’t up for that. I got her phone number, and a pic; you can see how tiny she is if you know how low that stone wall is in front of Sobre das Ondas.

Photo: Diana 191

Dec. 28: I had a date in the affternoon with Shayla, the stacked blonde Sandman had fixed me up with, but she flaked. At 8, I met Karina at MP, but after interviewing her, decided to pass. She didn’t want to kiss, which is enough to kill the deal with a garota with lesser tits, but the main problem was that she seemed uninterested. I couldn’t get a conversation going with her at all, she was just looking straight ahead.

Photos: Karina 192

So, I went to L’Uomo and on SF_Hombre’s semi-recommendation, chose Elizabeth, a tall, slim dark-haired beauty just returned from three months in Spain. She wasn’t as hot as I had expected, it was just an OK session (worst of all the ones I had at L’Uomo, but still OK). After a few licks, she put on a raincoat for a CBJ. And she wouldn’t let me take pictures.

Afterwards, I had dinner at TA, where I met Angela. My cousin had met her a few nights before and told me about her. She was from Florianopolis, where she worked in a hotel, and was taking two months to earn some money. She spoke perfect English, and seemed very sweet (but she was a hardened pro underneath). She had an exotic look, which I later found out came from her Japanese mother. I didn’t want all night, so I convinced her to come back with me for R$150 for an hour or so. A little time wouldn’t be enough with her, I thought, and I made a dinner date with her for a few days off (which I had to put off when I ran into Shayla). I didn’t get any pictures because I expected to see a lot of her, but it worked out that I didn’t date her again.

Dec. 29: Gleice and Lidiane came over for the afternoon, and we had the usual hot and heavy sex for a while. But I thought it was time to take Gleice up a notch, so I asked her if I could come in her mouth. With the two of them plying their sexy skills, it didn’t take long. She was OK with it, although she exchanged some eye-rolling-type communication with Lidiane as she went to spit. Afterwards, was still early enough for an hour on the beach for my recovery time, then back to the apartment. These garotas loved to dance, but I was getting sick of their favorite CD, and they weren’t. So I just concentrated on watching them. That took my mind off it.

Photos: Gleice 193 194

Photos: Gleice & Lidiane 195 196 197 198 199 200

They left later than scheduled, and Thays was due in a few minutes, so I went downstairs to Sindicato do Chopp to wait for her and have a drink. Who should show up but Camila, with Suelim and another garota, looking for me (and my money). Damn, what bad timing, to have to turn down the three for just Thays. Of course, Thays was late as usual, but we had a good dinner and a pleasant evening together.

Dec. 30: After my Portuguese lesson, I went over to BS’s place. Vanessa was there, and I wanted to see her again. She was very sweet, and I promised to make up for my previous frugality (she was happy with R$150 for a couple of hours, plus I gave her an extra 50). She was again good sex—I keep forgetting how much fun these garotas are, I could be happy spending much more time with most of them. What is it about the thrill of the hunt that makes me pass up superb lovers to look for new experiences? I took some pictures of her that she could give to her mom, printed them out on the printer I had brought along.

Photos: Vanessa 201 202

In the evening, I had Shayla came over, I wanted that squeezebox again and had been trying to set up a time for several days. She did not disappoint me with her performance (this time I managed to hold out for a lot longer before those delightful muscles forced me to a powerful climax), but would not stay for a second pop as she had to get up at 6 AM to receive delivery of some furniture in the new apartment in Gloria she was moving into (with her new R$4,000 bed!). And damn! She was hard to photograph, I could not get pictures that made her look half as attractive as she is.

Photos: Shayla 203 204

Dec. 31: Randalst had recommended a spinner he had met at L’Uomo the one day she worked there, so I called her to come over. I was delighted when Olivia arrived, a cute little blonde with a great smile and a good attitude. We started making out as she was admiring the view from my 12th-floor window. I was really enjoying her sensuality in our lovemaking (raw sex, actually) until I got up to go to the bathroom, and found her getting dressed to leave. I wasn’t finished yet, I wanted a second pop for my R$200, but since we hadn’t pinned it down ahead of time... Sometimes I’d rather be romantic than businesslike, not discuss business upfront, and some of those times it doesn’t work out very well. Oh well, she was a good afternoon delight before getting ready for the New Year’s Eve party.

Photos: Olivia 205 206 207 208 209 210

I had done most of my shopping yesterday, but I had a few last-minute items to buy, and was distressed to see how long the lines were in the supermercado, it was worth going to another—then another to get into a shorter line. Damn, I had learned the don’t-do-last-minute-shopping-on-Dec. 31-afternoon lesson last year, and forgotten.

Then Randalst called, he had to talk to me about a problem. He had a New Years Eve date with a favorita who had stood him up the night before (said she was sick). So he took the time to meet someone else, and it turned out he liked the new garota a lot more. And wanted HER for his NYE date. What to do? We talked, he ended up choosing the new garota and it all worked out OK anyway.

Thays was supposed to arrive at 6, and I had reservations at Sindicato do Chopp for 8 for us, Yodcha and Phil and their garotas-du-jour (I had fixed Phil up with Angela, whom he had met and liked). Just before I was going down to the restaurant at 8:15, my doorbell rang—the attractive, middle-aged woman at the door was a friend of Vera’s looking for her, supposed to come over to Vera’s apartment to meet her. But Vera had moved, and I didn’t have her new address. I invited the woman to join me at the table, I figured Vera would show up eventually (she did). So we sat chatting, just the two of us, she lived near Los Angeles and was in a related line of work, so we had a good time waiting. And everyone else was seriously late. Yodcha’s girl took him to the wrong Sindicato do Chopp, near Leme. Angela showed up late with a friend who had just arrived from Florianopolis in tow, I’d give her a 2—you just don’t see garotas that ugly in Copacabana (except the one I’ve read about who works Help and can back a dog out of a meat truck—maybe it’s her).

Thays showed up at 11. A new record—five hours late. I had told my few guests to come at 11, and Randalst showed up then, as we were still eating. We got back up my apartment in plenty of time for the fireworks, BrazilSpecialist and a friend came over, we had a nice little gathering. Front row for the fireworks, which were screwed up this year—I think one barge exploded, blanketing the bay with smoke so you couldn’t see much from the beach—we could see most of them from our high-up perch, but couldn’t see the Meridian display through the smoke.

Thays stayed through the weekend. We relaxed, we went to the beach, we shopped a little, made love, got some sleep—a little different pace.