I found my old novia from the thread I wrote a while back, "Alec, Jure a Berry Bad Boy". She was the one that looked like Mila Kunis.

It has been more than 7-years since we lost contact. Wow. I met her when she was 18. We lost contact when she was 26. Now she is in her early mid-30s.

This Panamanian trip was going to be last time I was going to rent a car to make a trek to her old house nestled within 100s other homes that looked just like hers. In past years I found her home after many drives up and down the bumpy gravel roads in the poorest part of La Chorerra. Every year that I would return to her neighborhood I had to hunt and search. Every year the geography would change slightly throwing-off my bearings. But I always found her home.

The first year we lost contact, I found her home, but nobody was home. I didn’t want to wait around. I had an attitude that “next-year” I’ll touch base for a good long reunion fuck (I was so arrogant and sure we would be together again). Then the year after that I was so busy fucking new talent that I blew-off my search for Michelle. Then the next year I made the trip to her house with a little more concern. The house, it looked empty. It was then that I started to worry in earnest. Then the year after that I arrived to see that her beautiful mango tree in front of her house died. Metaphorically, my hopes of finding her were almost just as dead. (I remember sitting with her on her front porch with her big green and red MacGaw (parrot) screeching as she walked across her lush green lawn to the tree to pick me a mango. We ate it on her porch while we talked and laughed). Then last year I arrived to find that someone cut down her dead mango tree. (No doubt for firewood). The grass beneath it was scorched and had turned to dust. Wow. 7-years had passed and my mid-life is almost over.

Although Michelle was a professional whore, we had become genuine friends. I was living in Panama in the late 90s when I first met her; we fucked each other silly for nearly 3-years straight. I fucked her almost every week and occasionally I’d fucker her 2 or 3 times in a week. Some weeks I would skip one or even two weeks. Some weeks she was having her period and didn’t show-up the MP where she worked. Yet, other weeks she could have been “bar fined” and was busy bouncing up and down on some other guy’s dick for $40. So I’d fuck one of her co-workers during her absence. Her co-workers knew Michelle and I were regulars. But they always shut their mouth. Behind doors they’d ask me to never tell Michelle that I fucked them. I think Michelle suspected I was fucking the other girls, but she never pressed the issue other than to ask if I stopped by last week when she was out. I’d answer, “yes I swung-by, but figured I’d eventually hook-up with you again, so I left”. She would give me a look and smile, “You just left with all those girls desperate for your money…I don’t think so. Alec, jure a berry bad boy. I know that, but that’s also why I like ju.” For me this was a game that I simply played. I knew Michelle knew the truth about me. She understood me and the differences between recreational sex and our true friendship.

Michelle spoke good English. I bought her an English/Spanish translator to help if she ever got stuck. She was appreciative. Also, she was friendly, kind and clever. She got my jokes and even shared with me some of hers. She shared with me everything she knew about being a whore. She told me all about her management and the connections between the Panamanians, Cubans, and Chinese. I was probably the only gringo in Panama that had the clear inside story of Panama’s sex industry. She told me about her customers and some of the freaky things she’s experienced. I told her the truth about my sexual hobby and addictions. I explained my desires to fuck a variety of women like a connoisseur of fine wines or cheeses.

I told her about my sexless marriage and that although my wife was a good wife and mother it was easier to cheat on her than pay huge sums to legally divorce. We had love, but no passion. Sex between us had become awkward. So I found my outlet which quickly grew into an addiction. Michelle got it. She understood me and my situation. Our sexuality and friendship was completely open and honest.

Michelle was so open with me that on my birthday she talked the big titted co-worker I had my eye on to come-up and surprise me with a 3-some…Michelle even picked-up the tab paying $20 for the room and $60 to the big tittied bitch to join us in a 3-some (that was a heft amount for her to pay and I really appreciated it). We turned-off the lights and rolled around in the big bed. I was hot for the big tittied bitch so I fucked her hard. Michelle was into it and played around, kissed and sucked to help me get off. Then when it was time to fuck Michelle, we changed condoms. Except, in the darkness, Michelle reached down and slipped the condom off my dick and started to fuck me bareback. She whispered into my ear, “you don’t mind, do you?” After a while, she put a new condom on me so I could fuck her friend for a while. However, after sampling bare-back with Michelle for the very first time only to go back to a condom…I told the big tittied bitch her services were no longer needed. Alone, Michelle and I fucked bare-back. Then she begged to feel my hot leche in her pussy, so I nutted deep inside her. What a birthday present! Every since then we always fucked bareback. Michelle liked to feel me cum inside her.

I worried about bare backing a pro, but my addiction to sex with her made me weak. At risk was HIV/AIDS. Or was Michelle trying to become pregnant as she knew I’d soon be moving back to the states? She was on the pill. However, she never did become pregnant or feign for that matter. For the remaining years that were in contact, I never got any surprises from her. (My annual AIDs tests initially made me sweat. But year after year I showed-up clean. Michelle insisted she always suited up with her clients and her tests were always negative. After a few years, I stopped worrying).

Flash-back to today. I wondered and worried about what had become of her. She was a whore through her early 20s through her mid to even late 20s. Although I tested negative every year, I knew that women (as receptacles) are at a much higher risk for STDs and HIV/AIDs. Then in the final year that we had contact I recalled how she suddenly transitioned away from the MP business. She just stopped and that worried me. She seemed to be living in poverty with her mother. When I asked what was going on, she told me that she was being supported by a rich Panamanian business man who would fuck her couple of times per month. She told me he paid her to stop hooking and to become his concubine. She then giggled that she periodically fucks a few regulars (like me) to supplement her income, but those relationships were purely professional (well, except for me. I was special cuz I was her bad boy).

Of 100s of whores I’ve been with in Panama, she was the one that really sticks in my mind. It wasn’t just because she was young and hot. Nor was it because she was exceptionally pretty; she was a realistic 7 in looks when I last saw her (kind of like Mila Kunis). Also at that time I was routinely doing 8s and 9s. Her petite body was nice, but I had been with other women who had even better bodies. Her tits were like nice mangos with creamy pink nipples and areolas, but I maintained ties with other chicas who have bigger and nicer 36-38 C or D melons. No, Michelle and I were beyond the physical.

This year, I stepped from my vehicle into the hot and humid Panama sun. I’m a 6 foot blond haired gringo. The neighborhood stood-up and noticed me. I approached a nervous neighbor woman. “Mi amiga viva el casa cuatro o cinco anos antes. Mi perder conacto mi amiga. Ju conocer Michelle o Michelle’s familia? My Spanish is terrible, but the woman understood me. She told me no, the family moved away 4 or 5 years ago. She didn’t know where they were. I thanked her for her time then walked back toward my rental car as it throttled to keep the a/c working under the hot Panamanian sun. I kicked at the gravel and looked at the chain around the gate. I looked at the cut down mango tree…and the barren yard. However, I spotted a small "Se Vende" sign that was half folded hanging from the fence. I opened it wide and saw a cell phone number with lots of zeros and threes…it had to be a Realtor’s business number…so I thought.

“Maybe I could get the Realtor to put me in contact with a family member and eventually in contact with Michelle?” I dialed the number. An old lady answered. In my best Spanish I asked for Michelle. She flat-out told me that I had a wrong number. In murdered Spanish I asked “Cuanto dinero por se vende el casa?” The woman paused for a moment. Then she said something in Spanish that sounded like the house was no longer for sale and that I should go away.
But instead of hanging-up the phone, she mistakenly just laid it down. I could hear another woman talking in Spanish asking who was on the phone. I could hear the old lady say something unintelligible in Spanish, but I clearly heard the words "Norte Americano". Then I kind of wondered if it was possible that the other voice was that of Michelle? It kind of sounded like her, but I could not be sure. From that point the sounds were rather muffled and faded. I second guessed my optimism and reluctantly pressed the red button after a few minutes.

I rationalized that I wanted to hear Michelle. Therefore, that voice I thought I heard wasn’t her. I knew my chances of finding Michelle were just about over. As I thought about my failed attempt to communicate with the old lady, I thought that I needed to find someone who could translate for me. I needed to find a local who also spoke English to check out this one last lead.

I departed from her old house and headed back to Panama City. “Who do I know that can help me?” I wondered. “I know several whores that speak English, but that would not be helpful”. (Whores don’t want to help clients find other whores…well, Michelle would help me if I asked).

The next day I stopped by a small restaurant for lunch. The Panamanians at the table next to me were engaged in a conversation when I suddenly heard them speaking a little English. I politely interrupted them with a little small talk. “Oh, you all speak English?” One young lady at the table spoke English very well, so we started a friendly discussion.

I then told them about my plight. They asked questions and listened to me. The guy just kind of smiled, but the two girls were eating up my sappy story. No doubt their dream would be to fall in love with a rich gringo and get swept off their feet to new life in the USA. All of a sudden, the girl that spoke English (fairly well) volunteered to call the Realtor’s (old lady) number to help me inquire further (in Spanish).

I dialed the number and handed it to her. Again, the old lady answered the phone. But this time, when the Panamanian girl asked for Michelle (in Spanish), the old lady didn’t hesitate. Next thing I heard was the Panamanian girl saying, "Hola, is this Michelle? Oh it is? I have a Norte Americano named Alec who wants to speak with you! Yes really, here he is!" 2-seconds later I was talking to Michelle. It seemed too simple…so surreal. The Panamanians at the table next to me were all smiles as they listened to this real-time love story unfold.

Michelle asked me if it really was me. She couldn't believe it. "Is it really you? Are you in Panama?” She and I talked for a few minutes. The Pan chicas next to me were nearly squealing with delight. After the initial shock wore off, I told Michelle I would call her back using VOIP on my computer because I didn’t know how much talk time I had remaining on my cell phone.

Michelle provided me her personal cell number, incorrectly at first due to her nervousness, but then she back tracked and read it out correctly. Her English was really rusty. She used to speak English much better, as I recalled. I re-read her number back to her 3-times to be sure I made no mistake. I could tell by Michelle's voice that she was trembling. Then she started to cry. "I missed you sooo much Alec. I love you! I want you to know I never stopped loving you!"
I was completely awestruck. I told her that I loved her too. That was no lie. After years building our professional/client relationship, something obviously bled over. She was more important to me that I previously thought possible. Now I was excited at the prospect of getting back with Michelle. I assured Michelle I would call back as soon as I got to my hotel. She agreed to wait for my call.

I then hung-up the cell phone and then promptly laid two $20s on the table of my new found Pan friends that listened to my story and then helped me. “Lunch and drinks are on me. Thank you for helping me! ” The Pans initially resisted my financial offering, but I was already heading to the door with a huge smile on my face.

I headed back to my hotel with my head spinning at the thought of being with Michelle again. I started reminiscing again, “Oh, she was really a sweetheart!” Yes, we must have fucked each other 100s of times over the years. Now here is my chance to rekindle what was lost!”

I continued daydreaming as I raced to my hotel. Together we spend countless days and hours chasing around Panama City and often we would venture for days into the interior. I fucked her on a secluded beach once. Somebody might have been watching from afar, but we didn’t care. Afterwards, as we sipped our cerveza she drew pictures in the sand. She told me how she wanted to have a Fincha near a river with a bunch of fruit trees and chickens and dogs and cats. She mapped everything out in the sand. She then drew stick figures of herself, her husband (she looked up and smiled at me) and then added 4 or 5 little stick people. “Alec, I want to have many babies!” I laughed as I quickly offered up my services, but insisted no strings. “Alec, jure a berry bad boy!”

It wasn’t a bad dream at the time. She wanted what everyone wants…a life, family, happiness. At that time I felt guilty…I seriously doubted that I would be the one to make her dream come true. I sipped my beer standing over her under the hot sun as she drew “pictures in the sand”. She was beautiful inside and out. She deserved better than me.

Back at the hotel I got my computer fired-up with VOIP and made an unlimited call to Michelle. She answered and again her voice cracked from the excitement. We talked for 30-minutes as we both explained our side of the story how we lost touch. My story was simple. Her phone numbers stopped working. Then when I returned to her house nobody was home and eventually the house looked abandoned. Michelle was enlightened to learn that I returned year after year to her house in my quest to find her. She told me that it felt good to know that I was still looking for her all of these years. She had doubt and was afraid that I stopped thinking about her and simply moved on. However, she told me that she thought about me all the time. "Alec, I still love you. I always loved you. I always hoped we could be together…forever." I told Michelle that now I realized that I loved her too and that it wasn’t until I lost contact with her that I realized how important to me she had become to me.

She then explained that she lost her cell phone. Since I never gave her my phone number (because I was married and I didn't have a cell phone back then), she couldn't contact me. Nor, was she computer savvy back then to establish an e-mail account. She had no way of contacting me. Eventually, she and her mother moved to a different house and the old home number was discontinued. She then told me that her mother is dying and would die soon from cancer. “She is very loco. That’s why she hung-up on you. We moved to Arrijan to a better house.”

At that point I suggested that we meet. Michelle asked me where I was staying. I told her and she knew where my hotel was. “Can you come to me, or would you like me to come to you?” I asked. “You just tell me what you want me to do, and I will do it. I just want to see you again. I want to go back to resume the relationship we used to have, baby.”

There was a moment of silence. Then I heard, "Alec...I love you very much...but I can’t.”

My heart sank. “Why?” Again, there was silence as she struggled for English words.

“Alec…honey…baby…I am married now. I have a husband and a 4-year-old daughter. I waited for you, but I never heard…”

She rambled on about how she wanted me to be the one, but at some point she had to pick the next best opportunity…”I’m so sorry baby” she said.

It was as if I was in an out-of-body experience as I watched myself recite a line from the movie "Blast from the Past" (Brendan Fraser, Alicia Silverstone, Christopher Walken, Sissy Spacek) where Brendan (Adam) thought Alicia (Eve) chose another man over him. In a heart-broken school boy persona I heard myself say…"That is just wonderful! Good for you! I am so HAPPY for…you…and HIM…. And hey, you have a baby! Wow! That’s just wonderful Michelle. I am happy that you found, um…your way.”

She cried some more. We talked. She cried again. I have to admit, I got a little weepy eyed too.

I’m a berry bad boy. And Michelle is no longer a whore. She is married and is a mother. She’s a beautiful person inside and out. I knew that long ago.

She escaped her reality. I feel I am forever locked into mine.

But to those of you younger guys that us old timers keep telling not to fall in love with whores…just know that every 1 in a thousand can be special.

Pay attention the next time you see one dreaming as she draws pictures in the sand.

AJ

Good story.

wow very touching , great story , i may p/m , i a younger guy (25) sorta in the same boat.

thanks for sharing!

I am sorry guy's, I know you will all hate me, but I still do not see why you would want to marry any working girl or "former". It is almost a 99.9% chance that a girl that tells you that she is a regular girl only occassionally hooking on the side is lying. I think everyone that is interested in dating a working girl or taking her off the program needs to live amongst them for awhile. What I mean by that is live in the major mongering hubs, i.e. Rio, BKK, etc, and be surrounded by them on a regular basis. Maybe date a few... I have heard and seen it all...and for the most part it is bad! Almost all of them lie... with some of them it is so engrained in them that they do not even know they are lying anymore.

I know.... I have heard "but my girl is different" so many times. I have even tried convincing myself of this, but if you keep your eyes open long enough it usually leads down the path of getting hurt and being dissappointed. If you believe it and it actually works - more power to you! The chances are extremely against you, but I wish you all the best.

This is in no means meant to be a bad comments against any of you guys, but please please be careful!

Most of the girls are incredible actors and know how to make a guy feel important loved - multiple times over within a week!

And 'No', most of them are not all that different!

Seems like this story is a mix of fact and fiction.

The writer says when he returned he was told she had moved 4-5 years ago. When he made contact, she told him she "waited" for him, but also said she had a 4 year old daughter.

So if I have the sequence right, it doesn't look like she "waited" all that long, and more importantly, what was she waiting for? The writer never said he was looking for more than a hookup when he was in town.

I second Zuperfly -- great story

I third the kudos for my old buddy AJ. Prolific, heart-felt, insightful and good wisdom for the younger lads. Many of us feel the same way; life gets away from you fast. For me, I try to savor every moment of the good times, the loving eye contact, the powerful orgasms.

Yeah Lovingmarvin; they can be great actors, and so many of them are full of shit, no doubt. They do the "I love you soooooo much" thing with a few gringos at once, pulling in as much cash as possible. Typical. But I agree with AJ in his concluding comments......."just know that every 1 in a thousand can be special......" In fact, that may just be 1 in 10 if you believe it.

Not all who monger are heartless slobs...............in fact, many monger to either find that connection to that GREAT feeling they once had with someone, or re-invent it in some way.

Good for you AJ

Elim

"Feelings...." Man, this one brings back some interesting discussions from days past, right Layne LOL.

Sure, many putas are full of shit and only interested in prying more money out of you, but some aren't. I don't have any sad love stories to tell because I haven't fallen in love with any putas. But I have become real friends with several, and I treasure the relationships I have with several who are no longer in the game. Last year I attended a first-birthday party for the child of a friend who worked at 4X4. First birthdays are a big deal, and it was quite a blowout. The same girl has had me over for lunch and dinner with her extended family numerous times, and one of her nieces now introduces me to her friends as her uncle. Another time my friend brought me to a class she was taking at a university in Rio, so the other students could interview me (she was taking a course related to my profession). It was fun being a show-and-tell item.

Another writes me regularly from Spain, where she lives with her husband and child. We don't talk about the old days, but talk about kids, families, and regular things like that. She was a total sweetheart as a puta, and is still a total sweetheart.

And still another is someone I see socially with her husband pretty much every time I'm in town. We chat weekly via Skype about life and such, the kinds of things friends talk about.

And I know a handful who have married mongers. About 2/3 of those marriages went down the tubes pretty quickly, and about 1/3 have managed to last for more than a couple of years, although none without some ups and downs. Still don't most marriages have their ups and downs?

But these are three cases out of hundreds. Most of the putas and ex-putas I know are still scam artists, and while I stay in touch with a few just for grins, I cut off contact with most because the conversations invariably turn to their wanting something from me.

So thanks for sharing the story, AJ. Your Michelle was an unusual one. Most of them lose the sweetness after a while, and what's left is not pretty.

Guys, I just called it as I saw it.

This story spans all the way back to the late 90s when I lived in Panama. This relationship lasted for many years. If you want to try to dissect each year to prove or disprove the validity, go ahead.

There are really two types of mongering.
1). Fuck and forget them, or fuck them a second or third time, but still definitely forget them. Variant 1 is the best and cleanest form of mongering.
2). Fuck them over and over again and string-out their hopes (lie) that maybe you will fall in love and marry them, eventually. Yes, it's a big fucking lie. It should be a crime. But, in return you get great GFE for the same cash outlay. But the relationship usually peters-out or abruptly ends in heart-ache. Variant number 2 is definitely the less humane form of mongering (I view it as a form of Vampirism) as in the end you can really damage someone.

Note - If you marry them, then you were not mongering them.

I'm a mongerer of variant number 2. I'm probably a little too hardcore at times as I'm a firm believer that the more I have on the line, the better my chances to always get laid. I selfishly gorge on GFE as I string women along. Yes, and sometimes I fuck and forget them (variant 1) if there was nothing special about them in the first place.

But sometimes (rarely) as I am sucking up all the free GFE I let them get under my skin and I start to develop feelings of love and romanticism for them. I try my best to keep my emotions in check, but periodically they hit my Achilles Heel and then it backfires on me.

That is what happened to me with Michelle. But the interesting part is in the end I really got what I deserved.

I respect Michelle. She was a hardcore whore at one time. She's got razor sharp instincts. But I truly believed she retired her past life and escaped from a very uncertain future.

SF is probably right. She said she was waiting and hoping..."for what?" My answer...a dream shew knew was never coming. She knew I would never "commit". So she accepted another guy's offer and then severed all ties with me. I searched in vane all these years while she was making and building a family.

It doesn't mean she didn't have feelings for me. But, time has a funny effect on people. When you face your mortality, certain things become more important. In her case, she wanted a marriage. She wanted to have children. She wasn't going to get that from me (well, at least not the marriage)...because I'm a variant 2 Vampire (dead end). So, she changed course on me and set-out to get what she wanted.

Did it turn-out perfect for her? I'd like to think so because I think of her differently than other women...I considered her a friend. But I put a wound in her heart she'll never forget and to my surprise she returned the favor.

I'll get over it.

Don't forget, I'm married and have a family too...in my other life.

AJ

I would never marry any working girl. In the end I have elements of what Alec calls a variant 2 monger. I've enjoyed stringing working girls along so that they believe they're going to get more from me. It has made them turn the sex up a few notches on occasion. On the other hand it usually brings about some misery on breakup day. As the years have progressed I've become better at showing the girl the curb at the right moment with less guilt feelings, but the girls are experts at fostering feelings in us that shouldn't be there.

One other thought, I once stayed with a very beautiful Thai working girl that made it very clear that she was looking for a man to take care of her and that she'd like me to do it. I didn't agree, but called her months later. She came over for breakfast and when I invited her to the room she said no, that she didn't cheat on the boyfriend taking care of her. So I guess it just depends, but the odds are very against you with a working girl.

I've met some genuinely good hearted ladies while in our adventure. Sadly, they are such a minority that experience tells me to distrust until proven otherwise.

GFE's and others you may meet that were once putas NEVER stay with you if you don't have something to offer them.....be that cash, and education, a car.............fuck, we're older and have the resources, and they know that. So no matter how sweet any of these girls are, no matter from what back ground, NO MATTER HOW THEY PROFESS THEIR UNDYING LOVE......they all have an agenda. Lets be real fellas; we're not teenagers.

They big question to ask is, how are they different from any other woman, in any other place of the world, puta or not? Every woman I have ever known and loved has had some kind of agenda. I remember when I bought my first Porche 944 in the mid 80's. Before this I was struggling financially as a medical intern with little bucks. The difference a few years made from the time I bought that car and forward astounded me. It was then I truly learned that ALL PUSSY HAS AN AGENDA. They may want you packaged up with the personality characteristics they prefer, but its amazing how much longer they hold on, and try, when you have cash..............the staggering truth in any land.

Elim

"Never marry a whore tout the ever knowing gray bearded mongerers. Why? Because once a whore, always a whore! And that's the way it is. My friend got burned by a whore and his friend got burned by a whore. Therefore, all guys will get burned by a whore if they fall into their devious love trap."

Bullshit.

I find anything absolute hard to believe. I will agree that a majority of time the above is true. But there is no such thing as an absolute such as this.

In my story above, I said Michelle was one in a thousand. Am I off? Maybe she is 1 in 500 or 1 in 250. What's the difference? I found her to be exceptional. I've bedded a lot of women over the years and those I find exceptional I invite back. I can't count the numbers of women I sent scurrying away.

After you've spend a lot of personal time with a woman...no matter how hardcore she is...something happens. She gets to know you and you get to know her. Minimally a bond of familiarity develops. But often, unless you are a complete asshole or she is a complete idiot, you become friends and you will "open-up" and let each other glimpse inside.

Therefore, is it that impossible to think that a guy could stumble across a hooker who seriously wants out of the business so that she can have a legitimate life with family, kids and a husband? Then, somehow, he gets a glimpse of the real her beneath the sexy exterior. He decides he likes what he sees and that he himself has similar thoughts and interests?

It's called chemistry. Past history, names, titles, employment, affiliations, etc., become meaningless. When a man and a woman with the right chemistry meet, it is natural that they would be attracted to each other for more than a short lived "high" sexual encounter.

Therefore, examine the environment that you are in when you meet your women. Are you in a sex bar with 20 guys and 60 hookers competing for your last dollars? Are you in a small MP with 8 hookers in the fishbowl and one pinned under your dick with her ass pressed into the vinyl covered table (as she thinks this is the 5th Bozo today who is having a hard-time cumming)? Or, are you on your third night with a chica that you've known for years lounging on a secluded beach talking about whatever comes to mind as you draw pictures in the sand?

There are no absolutes.

Everyone has free will.

And whores are like a box of chocolates.

AJ

I gotta say guys, I enjoy all the input. I was surprised this story got such notice and reaction. Then again, I couldn't stop reading it AJ, even though there was little sex.

By the way, it was well written.

Great story. Clean it up a little, change her occupation to a waitress and you could publish this in a Romance magazine, if they still had them.

Great article as always Alec.

My 2 cents = I'm with Alec. Bullshit. This is the same ole argument that has come and gone. GFE'rs and Love em and leave them types just don't see eye to eye. Period.

A friend of mine who I tend to travel with during mongering trips is a love em and leave em type. he likes it that way... I don't try and convince him of my GFE'er ways... Oh yeah, he doesn't try to convince me either. We agree to disagree and get back to drinking and screwing hot colombians. My attempted contribution to this age old argument is: let the other guy do what he wants to do without the constant need to "instruct" or "lecture" him... If you want to tell others what to do, get it out of your system at work or get a dog or something. Sheesh, its a hobby for fun that is about nailing hot women..

Like Latina

I think a significant angle to this story, though you don't delve into it, is that you were able to get closure. That in itself is a wonderful thing. You found her and got the chance to talk and find out what had transpired around the disappearance. Many people never get that kind of a happy ending to the story. They go to their graves wondering whatever happened....

Take solace in that fact. And by all means keep in touch with her. Even if she is married doesn't mean that you can't say hi once in a while and see how things are going. And make sure she has your contact info this time.

Alecjamer,

I read the entire story and your follow up to some comments made.

I just have one question.

What exactly were you planning on doing had you found Michele unattached?

I ask this because you bring up at the beginning and the end that you are a married man with a family. You make no mention of leaving your wife or other life behind.

So what was the plan? Did you even have one?

As a side bar: Had you found Michelle each time you went to look for her, do you think you would have come to the same feelings about her or would it have been fun in the sun and in the sack year after year til the next year again (I know that's a hard one to answer).

Another thing is the reality that after having a kid and no longer having to keep in shape to attract customers, what if she gained 10, 20 40, 60 or 80 pounds (you get the picture). it could be something that might have been on her mind as well as a reason why she did not want to meet with you. 8 years is a long time. I've seen girls asses explode after having a kid and the expansion program started.

I left a girlfriend of 4 years back in Cuba that I had met the day she turned 18. I last saw her at 22 which is over 7 years ago now. I know there is no way she looks as youthful as she did back then from what I've seen that island sun can do to a body. Plus she wrote me a year after we split up and sent a picture of her newborn child she had with a Cuban. Later that same year a friend of mine emailed me that he saw her when he was on the island and she spoke to him for a few minutes. He told me he couldn't help notice how her ass had doubled in size since he had last seen her with me.

For me, I don't really want to meet up with her again because it would ruin the memories and vision of the blond haired green eyed golden tanned girl I was fortunate to have had the pleasure of sharing intimate pleasure with for those 4 great years.


Stay Horny My Friends,


Cubanut

I sometimes feel like a GFE Succubus. I have struggled with the ethics of it.

I have come to the conclusion that full disclosure at the outset and no promises, EVEN JOKING ONES, is the best policy.

It is easy to see when it is going too far. It's hard to make the necessary course corrections. I just do my best and try to do no harm. I'm currently batting 350. I'm getting better, but I don't think I'll ever get it 100%.

While "hobbying", love em and leave em is likely the best policy, I do want to fall in love... for awhile...

I have no one that I have a commitment to, but...

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Cubanut -

That's a very good question.

What was I really prepared to do had she been single? Or, what would I have done had she proposed leaving her husband for me? What if her ass ballooned-up after having her kid? And no matter how pretty 20 or 30 something women are...they eventually grow old and their looks will fade. Most men thrive on good looking women because our DNA is programmed this way. I am no different.

Go back and check my original story...I made one little note in my story at the end. "I am forever locked into mine" (my reality...my double life). I can't escape what I have become. The web that I have weaved is mind boggling when I step back to look at it. I can't un-do my past. All I can do is stop or continue forward. But I am an addict and I cannot imagine the suffering I would feel if I cannot continue having sex with a variety of women (as most of you fellow addicts, I am sure, understand).

The fact is I did the math and at this point in my life I am better off staying married and maintaining my persona for as long as possible. I'll try to maintain this for my entire life, if I can. Hopefully my wife doesn't ever get the complete picture, but I suspect she knows I am up to something...but I always come home (and I think that is key...she is at the point in her life where she is done having children and she just wants financial security and a life of interesting things to do). As long as I always come home...as long as I work as hard to keep her happy as I do to fuck around...she doesn't risk digging up this skeleton thereby screwing-up her security. She knows she too would loose if she turned-over the apple cart. (Why should we give fucking greedy lawyers 30% of what we have accumulated)? Also, I remain anonymous to everyone in this club to protect myself and my family (although many ask to hook-up with me to drink beer, socialize and go whoring together...I just can't...yet, I really would love to).

Technically I've been mongering women for half my life. I am usually a type 2 (GFE Vampire) serial mongerer. (Also, as I said before, some I love and leave if I do not find something about them that makes me want to come back...i.e., type 1 mongering). They are the lucky ones.

But, when I find a woman that I feel a strong chemical attraction towards I naturally try to romance her to cultivate the GFE that I thrive on. I always treat these women very well, as anyone would do of a prospective girlfriend or lover. I engage in stimulating conversations. I try to inject humor and fun into our relationship. If opportunity presents itself where I can help her in some way, as any friend would do...I go out of my way to help. This type of behavior often seals the deal and the GFE grows stronger. The feelings I feel seem genuine to me for as long as all is going well. However, I never follow through to the point of committing myself (due to my double life). Also, I am usually never the one to break-up (unless she becomes bitchy and annoying). I just continue living the lie and sucking-up the GFE until the woman realizes that the relationship doesn't evolve beyond what we have. Or, she eventually figures-out that I am always ready to retire to Panama, but I never do...then she moves on, like Michelle did.

As I said before, this should be a crime. Maybe it is, but I haven't pin-pointed the law that says I must tell a woman I am married and that I am going to enjoy my relationship with her until she puts an end to it.

Finally, there is more to this story, but I initially did not include it to otherwise complicate the closure. Last night I gave Elim a little more insight in a private e-mail, so I figure I may as well share with the rest of you what I told him.

I obviously have Michelle's telephone number. I can call her if I want to. I gave her all of my contact information. She now has an e-mail account.

Michelle actually met me in person to see me one last time to tell me we can't have what we once had (also, she doesn't have a big ass and she still looks great, albeit older...but I like how she has matured). As I told Elim, she stayed true to her man. She gave me a long hug and a small good bye kiss on my cheek. (She is really a class act).

She doesn't want to fuck-up her marriage and family. She made that clear to me. But she did give me her e-mail address and she sent me a quick note to establish and validate the link. I know what she is thinking: If her relationship with her husband changes...we could be on again (all women have back-up plans). But, after all of these years, she knows that I am still married to the same woman. She knows all about my serial type 2 mongering.

However, she has lived our relationship in past for many years as I previously stated. She discovered, just like I did, that when we lost contact, we really missed each other.

Trust me, when we said good-bye our tears were real because we once had something.

Could there be more to come in the future? I am the vampire in the dark waiting. If she comes to me I won't turn her away. Will I suddenly ditch my wife to commit to Michelle? As in past...I always return home.

I took a picture of Michelle when we met. I'll post it shortly.

Hopefully her husband is a club member.

AJ

And that is what gets you too............
"She stayed true to her man"

There is a sexy alluring quality to a woman who actually loves you enough to stay true to you; especailly a woman as good looking as Michelle. Goes beyond the whole "sex thing" and delievers the goods right to a mans heart. She is fucking you and you alone, and does not want anyone else.............phewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, thats a good feeling, and hopefully we've all experienced it here.

But there is great advice here from all;
What would happen if she was single and still wanted you, then what?

and

Keep her contact info, and stay in touch and friendly. Give it a little time Alec, and very possibly you may be the off-site love to the marriage, which could be pretty cool. It may not be as over as you think it is.

Elim

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Elim -

I could only hope to be her stud in the wings right now.

I think I'll follow Murasaki's advice and periodically contact her (every 4 or 5 months) with a harmless note to let her know I am still here.

In years past she always had a little naughty side to her...who knows...and most Panama men fuck around...her hubby may not be as pure as she thinks. And 50% of men in general tend to get a little restless when baby reaches 4 or 5 (walking and talking).

I agree. I need to maintain our link and then patiently wait.

In the meantime, I'll continue dabbling with my other favoritas and keep a watchful eye out for new talent.

AJ

Given the context around this story, and your desire to maintain anonymity, I'd advise you to remove that photo. You could be asking for trouble if that one in a million wrong person sees it and is able to put 2 and 2 together.

Alec:

Seriously, there were several times while reading the story that I had to fight back tears. Honestly it was that good. I have to admit that one time I was unsuccesful and broke out in to great sobs -- when you described how Michelle bought the big titted girl for a threesome. Man that got to me.

(grin) jj

Ahhhh l'amore! Can any of you honestly say the same scenario hasn't happened in your journey?

Sure the overwhelming majority of putas are on the take - ready to scam us if we'll let them, but will any of us claim to know what triggers authentic attraction toward us within these women?

The truth of the matter is simply this; sexual intercourse without intimacy is a transaction, and the majority of what we encounter is in fact a transaction. But when we move beyond the mattress to spend time truly getting to know these girls... that's where the line can be crossed, and the relationship can go from transactional to intimate. I don't doubt for a moment the authenticity of Alec's experiences.

Bwana writes of a certain woman from 4x4 in Rio who has left the program, married and started a family. Although she and I never made love 100's of times as Alecjammer did with his chica, we definitely connected. Mine was a tumultous battle to remain grounded while everything within me yearned to 'run away' with this woman. Who knows her real intentions, but I've never heard anyone else suggest that she was trying to scam me - or anyone else for that matter.

What troubles me the most about this story is Alec's suggestion that we are powerless over our addictions. Recently I've confronted my addictive behaviors, and have made tremendous progress towards moderating my behaviors. Since 'recovery' isn't an event but a lifestyle, I will refrain from proclaiming my victory :rolleyes:

Nevertheless, the rewards from my efforts to overcome this addiction are readily apparent in my daily life - and motivate me to continue my quest for emotional and relational sobriety.

Wishing you all the best in your journey, Alec.

DG

Hey DG; don't believe we've been properly introduced. My name is Elim and I live in California. I have for years seen you around this board in the Mexico and or Rio section, sorry if I'm wrong. But I've read a bunch of your stuff and you definitely have my full respect.

You say;
" but will any of us claim to know what triggers authentic attraction toward us within these women?"

Perfect! And how long does it take anyone of us on this journey with all these "kinds" of women to actually have the mental where-for-all to even pose such a brilliant question.

AUTHENTIC

ATTRACTION

what is real with these women and what is just the same old bull shit that they all give to everyone else? That line can not be clearly drawn in the sand of anyone's beach. They mix it up so much. You may feel they are starting to feel some authenticity of pure heart-felt love for you; only to realize the sobering truth that they usually bounce right back to old habits that die hard.

I had one GFE who I swore was in love with me (see her photo on my Trip report from a few weeks ago). There were times it seemed like I did not have to give her anything but my heart an my cock, and it felt like I was in magic land for a while. But there is a cultural, socio-economic mental strata that is inbreed with women like this, especially if they choose the life of a semi-pro or even pro puta, and for them to break free of this extremely powerful pull on their belief system is a task few of them are able to do.......that one in a million perhaps, and perhaps her name is Michelle.

I know with mine, we came very close; but then her mother would say to her "have him pay your bills and my house bills." The uncle would ask to build a new extension on the house. The brother would ask for tuition payments. It gets so out of control so easily, then any chance for true love gets fucked.

Many of these girls do love one guy they deem very special, maybe someone she's know since childhood, whilst they go to work fucking and playing a few dozen gringos each year.

I believe I am reaching more of that level of authentic attraction and genuine love with my present GFE, and it has taken a few years of dating her exclusively in Panama to accomplish this for us both. I never offere her anything; she has a job; she never asks for anything and is appreciative of whatever I do give to her. Just recently she started to ask for a few things; Gym membership, dentist, shit like that, but what I've got here is a steady girl I love to fuck and who enjoys me, and that familiarity I believe is where you begin to feel the authentic nature of their feelings.

So enough of my rant....................
This is a very complicated, multifaceted subject that will never fully be understood. I just thought those two word you use were right on.

AUTHENTIC

ATTRACTION

Guess I just want to tell you that............

Jjgettis:
Although I think your post is hysterical (really gave me a good belly laugh) don't mock my boy AJ when he spillin his heart!

Elim

The only thing I would weigh on here is the issue of disclosure.

Just my opinion, not by any means a judgement, but how I feel: If you are married and stringing the girl along with temptations of a new life that you have no intention of delivering, that goes over the line.
I'd be uncomfortable doing that, and would not like to see it done to the 'good' working girls I know.

Why the need to lie or mislead? If she's a prostitute, she is with you for the money, she's still gonna be there to spend time with even if you're married. It sounds almost like reverse cock-blocking, to make sure she keeps you at the top of her customer list and doesn't get snatched up by another monger--but the loyalty is not reciprocal.

If I read your post wrong, than forgive my misinterpretation. But hiding the fact that you are married and dont plan ever to leave your wife, while simultaneously boosting a desperate girl's hopes that you're going to take her out of the life seems manipulative.

Zuperfly:
Agreed. Full disclosure is a must and actually makes your life easier with them. Many, like mine, want to be the second woman to a married man. Less commitment; just romance, play and gifts.

I tell my present GFE to keep searching and dating if she wants for a guy to marry. But I still want to fuck her as a lover if she would be into that sometime afterwards.

Elim

It might be useful to reflect that just as we can stereotype the women in this hobby, so can we be stereotyped. If all prostitutes are only money grubbing bitches, then what are all mongers?

Better I think to realize that everyone is an individual, and a complex one at that. Both the men and the women in these scenarios. Motivations and realities are going to run the gamut.

Murasaki -

I agree. I shouldn't have posted her pic considering her status and potential to backfire on her (and me). So I took it down. (But some of you saw her...a little like Mila Kunis, right?)

Zuperfly -

I agree with you too. Full disclosure works best. Michelle knew I was in a sexless marriage. She also knew I would not leave my wife. Obviously, that is why she moved on. But I didn't manipulate her. Yet, I struggle with myself to fully disclose everything Michelle knew about me to potentially new talent.

I have a habit of saying "I'm divorced" because it is quick and easy. If I say, "I'm in a sexless marriage, ur, um...that by the way...I don't want to end"...that obviously will require further explanation. But that would be the right thing for me to do. I understand this.

Elim & Jjgettis -

Don't worry about mocking me. I'd do it to you given the chance. Yeah, the threesome I'll never forget...brings tears to my eyes too when selfless whores pay for my pussy. And then bare-backing me t-o-o! (Hey wait a minute...I'm really crying...that was a REALLY nice B-day gift...wow).

I appreciate everyone providing their input on this. I know this type of thing is not exclusively unique to me. I know many of you (romantic types) struggle to avoid succumbing to a beautiful woman's charms. And some of you may hope to find what I had. Lost. Found again...only to let each other go in the end.

In the end I am just glad I was able to know what happened to her. Also, I'm glad I was able to share this story.

AJ

Along the way I read "left the program, married and started a family". I guess I am much more mistrusting, because I hear this quite a bit. In Rio there are MANY girls that "like" someone and will marry them. I have heard the word "like" over "love" so many times, it is sickening. So a GDP leaving the program to marry does not necessarily signify love. I have a semi-pro girl I still sometimes "meet" when I travel to the US - she married some guy, who is paying for university, etc, etc, but does not hesitate to see me for the weekend. The girls in the termas will give out their number to almost anyone.....

True love in the puta world - sorry guys - it is very hard to find. Make it a point to ask some of the girls you meet along the way how they feel about their gringo partners - I wonder how many "likes" versus "loves" you get along the way.

Yes, everyone is an individual and everyone is different, but there are some many disaster stories that way outnumber to successful ones. I am quite outgoing and speak to many girls especially now that I can converse without a problem in Portuguese. I have lost all trust and confidence in these girls from a serious relationship aspect. Can they be fun, playful, great fucks, etc, etc, yes - but the odds of something positive working out long term are small.

But in the end to each their own.... everyone believes different things and has different experiences. I can only talk about mine and those of others that I have observed over time.

Lovingmarvin -

100% of the women working in the sex industry do it because they desperately need money (to survive) or their ethics and shame level is significantly lower and their "greed" is higher than women who chose alternative "ethical" and "noble" means to earn a living.

I've seen 100s or even 1000s of working girls, bar girls, strippers, MP chicas, call girls, street girls in the past 25 years that I have mongered. I've met bar girls in the PI that worked the sex industry because they had no alternative way to make any money. "Sell your pussy or you will starve to death". After becoming a regular in the bar I knew which bar girls were genuinely sweet that I could extend limited trust and which girls I would never turn my back on. (Just like regular people they fell somewhere on the good/bad person continuum).

Since a majority of the women who work as sex workers choose to do so because of their desperation...desperate people, by default, are motivated differently and therefore are more likely to commit extreme acts to survive or endure their life situation. We mongerers see and know this first-hand...therefore, we instinctively warn others to be careful. Nobody wants to see anybody get hurt.

But also keep in mind that "regular" women (for lack of a better term) that do not work in the sex industry regularly and routinely marry a man just for his money. (My wife stays with me because she enjoys financial security). We see it all the time. Just as we men are biologically programmed with an innate desire to "plant" our seeds with (nearly) any woman willing to let us...women are biologically programmed with an innate drive to find a man who can be the best provider ($) for her and her children.

Understand what "really" drives us as men and women and I think you will be in a better position to protect your self interests.

However, most people (men and women) love a good love story too. Most, if not all of us has experienced love in varying degrees. Most, if not all of us, has experienced love that has quickly gone bad resulting in a bad burn and regret. Some of us in this club have been so badly burned by women that we have sworn to never again succumb to a woman's charms ever again. Yet, others keep that Utopian dream that they will one day find the love of their life.

Is it possible for one of us to find one woman in this world that is our perfect mate? I think the answer is a remote yes...and that is enough to keep hope alive. Is it possible for one of us to find one whore that is our perfect mate? Again, I think the answer is yes, but a more remote yes...but that too is just enough to keep hope alive for us romantic mongering types.

My story about Michelle is as it had happened. I developed a strong multiple year friendship and bond with a whore that obviously crossed the line into feelings of love. The bond was strong enough that a complex chemical reaction happened in our brains that made us more emotional towards each other than what we might otherwise expect. So be it. It happened. I fell in love with a whore. And I really think she fell in love with me. I detected subtle trembling from her when we met again...she was physically on the edge. No way was she faking it. I believed her.

But honestly, this is the perfect place for me to leave this story (as others have said). I enjoyed a great emotional high with her. I experienced great sex and love for a significant period of time. And she and I suddenly lost contact at the peak of our relationship before it could go bad. This is important...she and I didn't have time together to "suffer" the downside from that peak that statistically was more likely to happen than it would be had we tried to achieve a perfect Utopian love.

Several of you guys that commented on this story really get it. I experienced something very special and I got out before it could possibly turn negative. It didn't cost me any significant money (she even paid to get me laid). I didn't buy her a house. I don't have alimony or child support to pay. I don't think of her as "that lying robbing fucking bitch!" than often accompanies the downside or backside of a typical failed marriage relationship.

This was a good one for me. I got in and got out...well, most of me did. From here I can fondly reflect back. And from here I can only wonder what would have happened had I pulled that trigger 7 years ago. I'll daydream that it worked, then I'll resume my real life.

AJ

It impossible to spend that much intimate time with anyone and not develop feelings AJ. But I agree with Lovingmarvin fully.

So much of thinking that girls in the puta world are even capable of deep loving relationships is a fantasy. You said it yourself; they turn to the sex industry out of desperation and a need for quick cash. Girls who live persistently in this type of stress do not have the good grace of developing loving first relationships with men. We grow up in the burbs or a nice city; go to primary school, JHS and HS. Many of us go to college; we grow up with girls along the way and have a lot of fun. We have had peace in our lives.........................

This is not the case in the puta world. They grow up in persistent stress barely getting by. They learn manipulation of sex and words very early on, maybe even from the X-puta moms. family structure? Not likely.

To go abroad and monger to ease our sexual wild oats is one thing. To bring our US expectations on sexual intimacy and attempt to superimpose it on the puta world is a completely different thing. Unlikely to find your true love here in this world? Hmmmmmmmm............more like nearly impossible. You'd have an easier time trying to push a wet noodle.

My conclusion:
The world is far from perfect.

If you want true love, its not likely to be found in the third world. But you can go there and help/befriend, maybe even love the girls you fuck and develop relationships with.

A really good woman is not an easy thing to find, but as DG implied, if you want to find a good woman, it is so much about developing YOU and has so little about sex.

A man can live his entire life moving from woman to woman, whore to whore, never going deep enough to surpass romance and sexuality. Ain't nothing wrong with this, if thats what you want to do with your life. You'll know after you screw a few dozen women if this totally fulfills you or not. Its really all up to personal taste.

Elim

It impossible to spend that much intimate time with anyone and not develop feelings AJ. But I agree with Lovingmarvin fully.

So much of thinking that girls in the puta world are even capable of deep loving relationships is a fantasy. You said it yourself; they turn to the sex industry out of desperation and a need for quick cash. Girls who live persistently in this type of stress do not have the good grace of developing loving first relationships with men. We grow up in the burbs or a nice city; go to primary school, JHS and HS. Many of us go to college; we grow up with girls along the way and have a lot of fun. We have had peace in our lives.........................

This is not the case in the puta world. They grow up in persistent stress barely getting by. They learn manipulation of sex and words very early on, maybe even from the X-puta moms. family structure? Not likely.

To go abroad and monger to ease our sexual wild oats is one thing. To bring our US expectations on sexual intimacy and attempt to superimpose it on the puta world is a completely different thing. Unlikely to find your true love here in this world? Hmmmmmmmm............more like nearly impossible. You'd have an easier time trying to push a wet noodle.

My conclusion:
The world is far from perfect.

If you want true love, its not likely to be found in the third world. But you can go there and help/befriend, maybe even love the girls you fuck and develop relationships with.

A really good woman is not an easy thing to find, but as DG implied, if you want to find a good woman, it is so much about developing YOU and has so little about sex.

A man can live his entire life moving from woman to woman, whore to whore, never going deep enough to surpass romance and sexuality. Ain't nothing wrong with this, if thats what you want to do with your life. You'll know after you screw a few dozen women if this totally fulfills you or not. Its really all up to personal taste.

Elim

Sorry about the double post; dont quite know what happened there!

AJ: Thanks for starting all of this. Great thread!

Screwing a few dozen women? I think in the last five years of mongering there's been a few hundred women.

I'll grant that there have probably been no more then half a dozen that I've spent serious time with.

Even the ones that I spent serious time with, I knew I wasn't going to marry any of them, but sometimes it was still hard at the break up.

That's the part that I have a little trouble understanding. I understand why I had trouble with my divorce years ago. While she was a bitch and American, I spent many years married to her, so the difficulty is understandable.

There was also an American GF after the divorce that was understandable.

On the other hand the working girls are another story. While I had a hard time with the first one I spent serious time with, I knew what I had to do. She woke me up one morning to the tune of marry me or I'm leaving. That made break up inevitable. It was my first extended time working girl, so I was depressed for a day or two. After that I found comfort in getting her best friend drunk and screwing her, so there could be no reconciling.

Each time there was a longer term working girl after that some silliness came into play. One I tossed when she tried to get me to buy a farm machine for her village. One I tossed for repeated tantrums about who I screwed on the side while she was cultivating Falang boy friends. One who said either agree to engagement or she was going to Hong Kong, she's in Hong Kong. One who I left behind with a BS story about having to go to another country to help my friend in the hospital. She hasn't yet given up and still sends emails.

The thing about all of this is that we monger for the best sex and to enjoy our vacations. The girls want to use us for immediate money and a hope of a better life. Some great literary figure said "Alls Fair in love and war". Ain't it the truth. Sometimes you need to let the ladies fantasy of having the better life ratchet up a notch or two to get what you want. On the other hand most of the ladies will gladly use your mental weaknesses for their benefit. I find the argument that we take advantage of poor third world women rediculous. As men and women we use our positions for advantage the best way we can and that's what the sexes have been doing since day one of humanity.

I can't tell anyone here that it's impossible to find true love with a working girl, but I can tell them it's almost impossible. Therefore those in our hobby should be careful of their emotions as the girls are experts at exploiting the emotions. The generality of once a monger, always a monger and once a working girl always a working girl are nearly true. Even more if a monger marries a working girl he has three strikes to overcome, namely that he's a monger; she's a working girl; and that you both know what the other is.

So hell Alec. I'm glad you had the fantasy and the adventure. On the other hand there is a 99% chance that the fantasy wouldn't have worked in reality. In all probability the same things that made your wife spoiled would have come on the GF in the story given the marital opportunity. Also given the GF as a wife that you could fuck at will how long would it take till you were mongering again, and how would that have affected the relationship?

Still a fun story and great read.

Alec - you state "100% of the women working in the sex industry do it because they desperately need money (to survive) or their ethics and shame level is significantly lower and their "greed" is higher than women who chose alternative "ethical" and "noble" means to earn a living"

True - but what percentage is the first part (need money desperately) and the second, their ethics and shame level is significant lower? The reality is that scale tends to lean towards the latter - greed and easy money! Also, there are some working girls that simply like their life style - drugs, money, travel, etc... nothing to do with desperation. I know a few myself that fall into the latter category! Do they want to marry - sure, but not for love - money and security. I wonder how long that marriage bliss will last. I would like to be a divorce attorney representing the puta side of all divorces.

Sorry I keep harping on this, but I guess I go into automatic "monger partner protection mode" after having seen so much bad! I have seen a couple of friends fall hard and I really do not want this to happen to someone else....even if we are not friends. Besides the obvious potential financial ruin potential (I wonder how many putas have driven mongers to the point of bankruptcy), the emotional turmoil is just not worth it.... 99% lie, it is engrained in them. They say anything....just remember that like some of us try to string them along, they do the exact same thing. "I love you", "Miss you", bla bla bla bla! Even this big skeptic almost fell into it - I started liking one puta after repeadly going out with her when all of her "I love you's", "Miss you", etc started...one day she put her cell phone in my pocket for a short time. During this time I went to the bathroom and decided to take a peek at her cell phone - She was receiving text messages from a couple of guys and she was responding back with the same bullshit to all. But man, she was a sweet girl...the best actor you can imagine.

If someone believes otherwise and that overall goodness of the human race exists in a large portion of the putas will in all likely hood be disappointed along the way - usually sooner then later.

Nuff said..... the best to whoever decides to venture down this path anyway. It just seems there are so many great non-putas to chose from...

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(Message edited by lovingmarvin on August 07, 2009)

This is the best thread we have had on here in a long time. Great OP and great responses.

simple chemistry my friends...the gdp has to like you more than you do her...or damn close to it...if you cant tell then its not there..


deeg--she wasnt scammin ya...

Layne
As far as I can tell, she was a really cool chick with a great heart. The guy she's with is very fortunate IMHO.

But I just want to know if Alec always creampied this woman - and if so, did she look like a surprised bulldog with a mouthful of mayonaise?

Deeg -

You kill me. I just love that metal picture.

She let me make a video of us fucking one time. I've since destroyed that video for fear that it would be found.

But on that clip I did her doggy style and dumped a nice big load into her. Then I ran around to get the video camera off the tripod so I could get a close-up of my love pudding dripping out.

As she sat on her ass on the sheets watching me she asked me what I was doing? "Hon, I want to get a close-up of my cum dripping out". "WHAT?!" she said. "Ur, yea, just kind of spread your legs like this, ah...ur..." I pulled on one of her knees with my free hand as I balanced the camera in my other hand.

She immediately resisted laughing "No-No-No!" She spun around away from me trying to hide her pussy from the camera. Although she could spin the front shot away, she forgot she was double sided. I captured a great ass shot of her with my spew dripping from her pussy down the insides of her thighs.

It didn't look quite like a surprised bulldog with a mouthful of mayonnaise, but more like a rabid bulldog throwing a drool flinging fit! Cum was going everywhere!

Ah, creampies and bulldogs.

AJ

Lovingmarvin -

I need to move back from percentages because I really don't have hard data to back up numbers. Therefore, I should use opinion based words like "most", "some", or "few".

I agree that that "most" get involved in the sex industry because they just have no other skills and they become desperate (for example, a baby to support).

"Some" have some skills and therefore have a choice, but instead choose to sell their pussy because it is easy money. "Some" of those may have expensive habits to support.

I think "few", if any, get into the sex industry just because they like fucking 4 or 5 guys every night.

I also think (IMHO) "few" are coerced or forced into prostitution (especially where I monger) as the US Government would like the world to believe. Disclaimer - I can't say for sure about other parts of the world such as India, Pakistan, parts of Africa, etc. But countless times I've interviewed women in the sex industry in the PI, Mexico and Panama (Pans, Colombianas, DRs, Ticas, etc). I had them out and away from their place of business where they could talk freely and we could easily get away to "authorities" for help.

I never once met one woman who remotely hinted she was under duress. I never found one that asked me to help her (other than to give her a little extra propina). And I really did my best to get them to open up. "Most" sex workers told me where they lived. They talked about their families. They talked about school or hobbies. They talked about all kinds of "normal" things in their life. They admitted that they were poor (they'll always admit that) and they needed the money. But had any of them ever indicated that they were kidnapped or held against their will I would have immediately helped them...and they knew I was serious.

It bothers me that mainstream society "thinks" (due to propaganda) that sex workers are victims of human trafficking.

When I was in the PI students from Manila protested outside of the military bases in an attempt to influence the base treaty negotiations that were under way. 100s, and I mean 100s of bar girls emerged from all of the clubs and discos and started throwing rocks at the student protesters. The hookers literally drove the protesters away because they were impacting their livelihood. I saw this with my own eyes as I laughed my ass off.

The world is much different from what others want you to believe.

AJ

I don't think along the way the topic of women at force or under duress becoming putas, or even human trafficking, came up in the context I responded. What did come up was guys believing in the overall goodness of the human being underneath the skin of a puta and believing everything the girls tell them. My rather strongly formed opinions are based on putas in Thailand, Indonesia, Costa Rica, Columbia, Peru, Mexico, Germany, and Brazil. Now, Thai girls are famous for stringing guys along (there most be a thousand stories posted on the Internet of love gone wrong with Thai putas). I live in Brazil and have exposure on a consistent basis with working girls. Maybe the girls in Panama are completely different....I don't know, I have never been there.

Trying to open up a puta only works between the legs. I am sure she will freely share her desire to form a family and have "normal" things in her life. I do believe they will tell you anything you want to hear. I do believe many want a family and leave the program along the way - How she will go about getting these things are up for debate...and believing in true love making these things happen for the girls is highly questionable.

I do not "interview", but like to have a conversation. Then I observe and listen.

I think this thread is interesting because many of us ultimately do share many things in common - we are guys wanting to bang as many girls as we can, but then also want to meet that dream girl along the way (or we already have one and working hard on fucking it up). When you are dealing with sex and being physical with someone as mongering obviously implies, feelings are bound to develop at some point along the way. I am sure every guy that does this long enough will along the way form an attachment to one of these girls...maybe many times over, with different ones. At the time that those feelings develop it is NOT best to keep your eyes closed and believe in the deep down good of people - I do not think that is smartest approach. Instead, always keeping reality in perspective and not forgetting how we met that fantasy woman to begin with is the most important.

I do not think in the more then a decade of mongering in multiple countries and continents have I encountered issues with kidnapped women needing help and money....but sure alot of scheming bitches that would not blink an eye to play whatever card they have to suck every little penny they can from you.

I would say your fantasy with that girl was just that....a fantasy. The chances of that being real and actually having worked out are slim to none.

This of course is the root of our discussion and disagreement - now, just read through all of the stories that have been posted along the way on this board and others on the Internet. I am sure if statistics were compiled, they certainly would prove my conclusion above.

Now, I do have to admit there are a few - VERY few - that might work, but the chances and odds are greatly against you. And 'No', nobody is different and a misjudgement in character cannot happen to them - it can!

Alec:

I did put grin in my post so you would know I was going for the joke and not mocking you.

The very best girls are the ones where you fall in love with them for the hour or night. You just took a little further and had her falling for you.

jj

The fact that GFE has almost no chance to really turn into something real, or even worth wanting is not the point to the GFE'er.

GFE = fantasy

Gurock1 I totally agree that the argument that we take advantage of poor third world women rediculous. True words.

If you are going to let the paid girlfriend know what their TRUE intentions are I would hope you would see the irony in your then going home at the end of your trip and lying to your spouse... Are you going to tell her too? As a matter of fact before you have any dates, make sure you let them know at the beginning of the evening if your really just in the mood for a one night stand as well... or do you just think paid girlfriends are the only ones we should be honest with?

Anyway, as always Alec, good stuff... your posts always end up being the active ones, this reminds me of anotehr series a few years ago that you and Stevepenn started...

Like Latina

(Message edited by llatina on August 07, 2009)

Sorry if I rambled on into the human trafficking topic, but one thought leads to the next. And that is an interesting discussion because I was forced through my employer (with all other employees) to sit through a brainwashing session that suggested differently from what I know to be true. But I couldn't speak my mind without revealing how I know what I know.

Regarding this thread...we all have various opinions and theories, none of which can be fully proven (technically). However, I think we are smart enough to draw conclusions that it is very rare to find a puta, working girl or hooker that has the right stuff to become a wife, a mother and to never return to the program or fuck-over the guy she duped into marrying her.

Re-read my intial story. Michelle left the program. She married a local Panamanian man. She had a baby. She told me that if she could have had me she would have chosen me over her husband. However, now she is on track to a good honest and respectable life.

Important - She could have fucked me if she wanted to...and I sensed she wanted to for love...but she didn't because she wanted to remain faithful to her husband.

This little bit of information is key. She was a whore, but now she is faithful. I would have given her a bunch of money to fuck me again (she knew it and so did I)...but she stayed true to her man.

Therefore, I said she is/was one whore in a thousand that was an exception.

Some of you insist that once a whore...always a whore. I am saying this is not true due to this one particular case.

Therefore, if it can happen once...I think we are all smart enough to figure-out it could happen again. Personally...I wouldn't bet on it for those of you toying with the idea with your current favorita. However, you must make that decision for yourself. I personally won't condemn a guy because he decided to take a chance to marry a whore. Obviously Michelle's husband is taking that chance. As far as I can tell he is batting 1000. Lucky bastard.

AJ

Llatina:

I agree: GFE = fantasy

I am on my 2nd long term GFE. Used to start out every visit sucking my dick like she was a cock hungry whore (that is a fantasy too - right?); now after nearly 2 years together she's becomming as complacent as a wife.

The better I treat this one, the more boring the sex has become. Time to move on I suppose as I don't need 2 wives.

Quailty of fellatio is inversely proportional to the amount of time you spend with a GFE?

Is this a universal constant?

Elim

I have a puta trying to run a game on me right now. She tells me I love you and you are the only one in my heart. She is also telling this to another guy and fucking at least two others that send her money. One guy she has convinced she is pregnant with his baby and he is sending her big money. ALWAYS REMEMBER DON'T SEND THESE BITCHES MONEY. Every now and then I will hit her with a tid bit of what I know to watch her squirm and lie. It is hilarious and I feel sorry for the other guy but he should know better.
It is amazing the information you can get from one Ho when she wants what another one has.

I know I have said many things to keep a whore on the hook dangling for awhile in the hopes of getting better or potentially free service from her. That is why many of us lie and do not tell them that we are married or in serious relationships. Sometimes I scratch my head and wonder afterwards if I am playing them, or if they are playing me by making be believe my lies are working with them. What a tangled web.... One difference with whores and regular women in my opinion is that they tend to be more like guys in the art of BS.

Oh yes, they absolutely know we are full of shit when we tell them we are single and relatively unattached. HA! The first chance they get they check your passport when you aren't looking; scope your wallet for photos or other info. Its all a big fucking joke, so why take it seriously?

Where else on the planet can one find sexy 20 something girls to wildly fuck guys in their 40's, 50's and 60's? Ain't nothin like the puta world, but it has its limitations and we all get tired of it after a while. Its just a matter of time.

Elim

GFEOLOGY 101:

Quote from Master Schlangster's GFE Rulebook:

" The GFE is a nice break from the regular mongering routine of the hobbyist, so long as he understands the fantasy nature of this relationship and is aware of it's obvious shelf life. GFE's can make great friends and companions, vacation partners, etc. The familiarity and romance involved in getting to know someone else's personal life and sexual nuances is also a plus at times. But it is an illusion for the monger to believe that he is "no longer paying for sex." Quite the opposite at times, he may be paying more. The time to end a GFE relationship is at the very first signs of it becoming more like a marriage. The monger must always remember that you can take the girl out of the GFE, but you can never take the GFE out of the girl...."

I felt bad after saying that about my GFE and her increasing disinterest in sucking my dick. Just venting my frustrations with her I suppose, but truly, I really do love the girl. We have connected on many levels both intellectually and spiritually, and I can not fully blame her for us falling into a routine.

IMHO, this has actually been the ideal GFE relationship. Hot hot hot in the beginning and that actually lasted for a good while to satisfy me; from BBJ's in the elevator to fucking in the clear waters of a Bocus Del Toro Paradise. We have become great friends, she knows all about my life, marriage, children, and I trust her as she runs a business for me currently in Panama, handling the money, making bank deposits, etc. My eldest son even talks to her on Skpye now and then as they are closer in age than her and I! Pretty wild shit!

But I have no fear of her disclosing anything because we have reached that point of trust, and I am 100% certain she would never fuck me over.

Being inspired by AJ's "birthday" story, and having a birthday of my own coming up soon in October, I decided to test the waters a bit more yesterday after posting the above comment about her decreasing BBJ activity. In a nutshell, I asked for a threesome with her and one of her friends from Colon. I also noted that she has slacked off on the BBJ quite a bit and wondered what that was about since I ALWAYS eat her pussy and she demands that. The funking with her is absolutely fantastic, that has not changed. I love the way she moves and goes wild. But I would like the BBJ's to return.

Well, she got pissed...................I am heading back there in a few weeks and we both decided we needed to "talk." I feel very relieved! She has always said that since she is involved with a married man from the states that we need to keep the relationship open so she can find someone else to marry, and we both agreed that this is only right; as well, we have vowed to remain friends for a lifetime, and I truly believe this will happen.

So as far as shelf lives is concerned, this one seems to have reached its max and is naturally moving on.

My point is, when a monger has full disclosure with a GFE, and a nice and honest relationship develops, it naturally runs its course and will eventually end. Can you turn this into a marriage or something more permanent? Sure, why not, but beware; YOU CAN TAKE THE GIRL OUT OF THE GFE, BUT IMHO YOU CAN NEVER TAKE THE GFE OUT OF THE GIRL.

Elim

I guess this story is going to live forever.

MM

The story will live forever because most mongerers can really relate due to their personal experiences.

However, as a thread I think we beat this one to death.

Next!

AJ