I cleared customs in Cali at about 8:30 PM. Two of my friends in Cali picked me up at the airport and drove me to Hotel Granada Real, which is one block outside of La Zona Rosa. The hotel charged me 110 per night for a room with a king-sized bed, but this king-sized bed was as hard as the night stand next to it. It was like laying on a banquet table, and I could hardly sleep. After my first two nights, I finally changed rooms. I wound up in one of their suites, which had what they call a “double” bed, but which is actually what we would call a queen-sized bed. This suite was the same price as the small room with the king-sized bed. I had originally reserved the king-sized because I thought I might be having someone spend the night. After I realized how unlikely this was, I had no problem giving up the large bed for a better room with a smaller, softer bed.
Granada Real was a good hotel with a friendly staff, and one extremely hot, English-speaking receptionist named Elizabeth working there during the night. It was one block from Zona Rosa. Against the advice of my friends, I walked this one block at night when I wanted to eat or go to a club. It was a little scary as there were almost no people, and the street was dark. But it only took about two minutes, and I didn’t want to take a cab for one block. If I go back, I’ll probably stay at Hotel Don Jaime, which is right in La Zona Rosa. Another option would be to stay at Hotel Valle Real, which is the closest hotel to Flores Frescas. There’s not much around this hotel, though, and it would be extremely dangerous to walk from this hotel to Flores Frescas. Thus, I would recommend Granada Real or Don Jaime.
I unpacked, took a shower, and took a cab to Flores Frescas. They charged me 7 to get in, and they led me up a large staircase to a room with a stage and with benches arranged around the stage. I got there around 10:00 PM on a Saturday night, and the selection wasn’t nearly as good as what I thought it would be. I ordered my usual bottled water, then I went over and sat down next to this really hot brunette. She wouldn’t make eye contact with me, so I changed seats yet again and sat down next to this very beautiful blonde. We talked for a while, and I asked her what I would pay to bring her back to my hotel for two hours. She told me 200 for her and 40 for the house. I scoffed. I negotiated down to 170 for her and 30 for the house, and off we went to my hotel. We spent the two hours cuddling and having sex, and she also gave me a nice massage. She didn’t kiss me, and she would not give me a no-condom blow, so it hardly qualified as a GFE. It was nice, though, and I really enjoyed fondling her hot, smooth body and holding her tightly in my arms.
The next day, I went out looking for the Zona Rosa brothel that Bustanut told me about. Chicas Calientes. I couldn’t find it, so I went back to the hotel and asked the bellman where it was. He made a few phone calls, and he ended up calling an escort service that was based in an apartment one block away. I don’t know if it was “Chicas Calientes,” but the girl who walked over was definitely hot. She looked like one of the girls from the Spanish channel. She had a much older woman with her, and this woman asked for 80, even though she had said 70 over the phone. I didn’t haggle. She wasn’t a GFE, but definitely satisfying. After the hour was up, I walked her back to her apartment. She told me that I could come to the apartment any time, and there would be one or more available girls there.
Flores Frescas was closed that night, as it was a Sunday night, and the cabbie couldn’t find the Rio Club. I had heard from someone here that there was a house near Chipi Chape, and I asked the cabbie to be taken to a “casa de mujeres” near Chipi Chape. I don’t think he knew what I was talking about, but it worked out as he took me to another house with some fairly good looking girls and very low prices. To get to this house, the drive down 6th street from La Zona Rosa, pass an entrance leading to Chipi Chape, and look to your left. You guys will hate me for this, but I didn’t get a business card for the club, and I don’t remember the name. All I remember is that there was a blue-ish neon sign at the top of the entrance with the name of the club.
The girls at the club wanted 40 for an hour, which isn’t much more than one would pay in Bangkok. I sat down on one of the benches, and all the girls in the club lined up and introduced themselves to one-by-one. I picked out this hot, dark-skinned girl with long, straight, black hair, and we went to one of the rooms. This was my first GFE. This girl wasn’t as pretty as the first two that I had been with, but she was so sweet, so passionate, and so into me that this was the most enjoyable experience I had had thus far. We fucked like minks, with lots of intense kissing and cuddling. She finished me off with a no-condom blow but did not allow me to cum in her mouth. She appeared to be very happy after the experience, and she quite enthusiastically told me to come back. The only thing I didn’t like about this experience was that the room wasn’t air-conditioned. As I would soon find out, most of the rooms in the houses were not air-conditioned. I only found one that was.
I went back to Zona Rosa to eat dinner, and afterwards, I went back to the previous club so I could have that same girl again. She was busy when I got back, although her eyes lit up when she saw me. I bought a drink for this other girl, and we sat nuzzling on the couch for a while, and I left. The next cab driver knew where the Rio Club was, and we went there. This club was very elegant and relatively quiet. It has a clean, modern, well-decorated environment, and the prices were very reasonable. I think they wanted 50 for an hour in the room with a girl. At first I didn’t see any girls I was really interested in, but then this seriously hot Pocohantes-looking girl walked up to me, and I was stoked. I asked if she would like to sit and chat, but she was on her way to dinner. She asked me to wait for her, which I did. After about 20 minutes, she came back and was very pleased to find me still sitting there. I asked what it would take for two hours at my hotel, and she told me 100. She told me to leave before her so I wouldn’t pay the bar fine, and she promised to take a taxi to my hotel after I left. This she did, and we wound up in my room together.
This girl was totally beautiful, and GFE doesn’t do this experience justice. Thus, I have decided to coin a new term – Nymphomaniac Girlfriend Experience, or NGFE. This girl was an NGFE. She was on fire. You’d think I was the hottest guy she’d ever seen in her life the way she virtually attacked me. The only problem was that she had children, so she had a bit of a tummy, and her large tits were not all that firm. Still, her face and hair were gorgeous, and she was the hottest in bed that I had had thus far. For two hours, we rolled around my bed, cuddling, kissing, and fucking. She lay on top of me and attacked my lips with hers and with her tongue. She was like a starving man being given an orange. She finished me off with a no-condom blow, but she didn’t let me cum in her mouth. She gave me her phone number and left. If I could have, I’d have done only her for the rest of my stay in Cali, but every time I called, she wasn’t there. Bummer.
I was quite busy the next day, but I managed to begin my evening around 7:00. This was a holiday, so both Flores Frescas and the Rio Club were closed. The cab driver took me to a fairly nice club in the same general area as Flores Frescas and the Rio Club. I took one of their flyers, so I can give you the name and address if you’re interested. This club had air-conditioned rooms. The girls lined up to meet me, and I picked out this totally cute, beautiful young girl. We went up to the room and fucked and cuddled for an hour. This girl was kind of cold, but her staggering beauty made up for it. Hardly a GFE, but I still enjoyed the opportunity to fuck a girl this beautiful. A girl like this in the U.S. wouldn’t throw a drink in my face if I were on fire. In fact, she’d probably set me on fire. Her face and hair were gorgeous, and her body was absolutely perfect. She had the most beautiful firm, round, large, perky tits, and her ass was unbeatable.
The night was young, and I still wanted more. The cab driver told me of three clubs in the south part of town, and I told him to go for it. We stopped at one place, but there were no girls there due to the holiday. The next place was called the Venus Club. I can provide name address and phone number to any interested parties. As usual, the girls introduced themselves in sequence. It was here that I met one of the absolute most beautiful women that I have ever seen in my entire life. This one really blew me out of the saddle. I was shocked, stunned, and amazed at my good fortune. This was a goddess of the highest order. Mind-bogglingly gorgeous. This was the girl in the Spanish Channel soap opera that all the guys are after. This was a topless dancer at the big-money club in Vegas. This was a swimsuit model or a playboy playmate. My tongue hit the floor and nearly went through. I talked to her for a while. I negotiated two hours at my hotel for 80 (US $35!!!!).
A girl like this in my hometown would easily go for US $500, if she liked you and wasn’t busy. She was sweet and pleasant, though this would not turn out to be a girlfriend experience. In my hotel, we cuddled, held each other tightly, and fucked. She didn’t kiss or give a no-condom blow, but she was very sweet and very friendly. I adored her. She had a perfect body, and young, fresh face, despite being the mother of three children. Wow! How can someone keep up that kind of body after having three kids?? Unfortunately, she wasn’t working the next day. At the end of the two hours, the brothel called my room and reminded me that it was time for her return. They didn’t call in 1.5 hours, or even 1.8 hours. They gave us the entire two hours.
The next morning, I walked over to the apartment where the girl from two days before had taken me. I had left my walled in a safe at the hotel as I was going into the apartment of a stranger, and I didn’t know what to expect. I only took enough money to pay her for an hour. I rang the bell, and the door buzzed open. I walked up to the apartment and knocked on the door. The girl from two days before answered, looking totally beautiful. She let me in, and we talked for a while. The two-bedroom apartment was very nice, but not air-conditioned. It had a balcony looking over the street leading to Zona Rosa and part of the Zona Rosa itself. I asked her the price for an hour, and it was 80, just like last time. Before going to my apartment, she led me up to the apartment above hers, which was vacant. She suggested that I rent this apartment during my next stay in Cali, as it would be far more economical than a hotel room. This apartment had a living room with couches and chairs, a stereo system, and a bedroom with cable TV. This would have been a tempting offer if the room had been air-conditioned. We went to my hotel for the usual hour of fucking. After lunch, I took a nap in preparation for my evening.
I spent the evening at Flores Frescas. I arrived to find a lesbian show in progress. There were two girls on stage. One was wearing a strap-on dildo, and the two were fucking in various positions. I went over and took a seat near the action, and I unwittingly became a part of the action. The two girls were fucking on the stage next to me. The then left the stage, climbed onto me, and began fucking _on_ me. I took off my glasses so as not to get them broken, which drew a laugh from the audience. They left my lap and returned to the stage. They fucked in a few more positions, then came around to get tips from the audience. For the remainder of the evening, many members of that audience pointed to me and laughed when I entered the room. How embarrassing!
I picked out a completely beautiful, gorgeous girl with big, plump, firm tits, and we headed off to a room for a total of 120. I talked the staff into putting a fan in front of the window, which made the hour much more comfortable. Only when I was part way through the session did I realize that the girl had a cold, which made me a little uneasy. Still, she was too beautiful to resist. We fucked and cuddled, but no GFE. Her tits were so nice that I had to spend a good 20 minutes fondling them. Its been several days, and I’m still not sick, despite having kissed all over her face and neck.
I returned to the auditorium and picked out another hot girl with long, black hair. This one was almost as beautiful as the previous one, but her face was more sensual and sexy. She reminded me of Cat Woman from the old Batman show. We fucked and cuddled for an hour, and then I returned to the room to watch another show.
On my way in, this really cute blonde walked up behind me and grabbed my ass. I jumped, and she laughed heartily. She sat down next to a guy, so I didn’t try to approach her. While I was waiting for the show, the girl that I fucked first sat down next to me and started hassling me for another tip, and my Spanish was such that I couldn’t understand what for. I told her not to bother me, and she walked off. I was really tired, so I decided to leave, and the girl who had grabbed my ass followed me out and started talking to me. I was out of money, as I try not to carry a lot of cash, or I would have taken her to a room for yet a third romp. I left.
It was on this, my last night in Cali, that I began to question whether this is a popular town for American sex tourism. I had asked my second girl of the night whether many Americans come here for the sole purpose of fucking prostitutes. “Yes, very much so!!” was her response. I also noticed many American-looking men in the audience. Were any of you guys there perchance? Not only this, but after my first session, the room maid walked up to me carrying a note pad on which “please give me a tip” had been written in English. Is Cali becoming a Bangkok for the western hemisphere?
I’m really glad I went to Cali, and I really enjoyed my experience there, but I doubt I’ll be going back. For one thing, the heat and humidity were difficult to bear. I took two showers a day, and I probably needed three. Whats more, the process here wasn’t as clean as it had been in Bogota. In Bogota, the girls weren’t as pretty, but they were still very pretty, and the process was more like having a girlfriend than going to a hooker. Bogota also had beautiful weather, and it was such a refreshing break from the summer heat. If Cali had a winter, I would go there during the winter, but Cali has but one or two weeks of cold weather per year, and no one knows exactly when they will come. The rest of the time, its hot and humid. Contrast this with Bogota, which is cool, dry, and pleasant year round.
My task now is to find an apartment rental in Bogota, preferably one within walking distance of Porky’s. Any information you gentlemen could provide would be much appreciated.
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