Post: #1

This is my first trip to Rio or anywhere in South America. Needless to say, I read up on this forum and others to try to get an idea what to expect. There was much contradictory information that I found. I suppose the law of Your Mileage May Vary (YMMV) is in full effect for Rio.

I started pipe-lining women on BrazilCupid in July when I decided I was going to come here for my four week vacation this year. I made quite a few contacts there and have a nice string of pearls set up here in Rio. Being a Rio-virgin, I decided to rent an apartment through AirBnB in Copacabana. Although I loath to stay in tourist-zones, I decided on Copa because my bottom-girl from BrazilCupid (Miss Carioca Sweetness) insisted that it was the best value for my money, safety and convenience. While I had many other suggestions to stay in Ipanema, Botafogo, Centro, etc, I decided to go with the native girl on the ground's advice. So, I found a small but satisfactory apartment on Avenida A Senhora De Copacabana two blocks from Posto 3 on Copacabana beach. I was pleasantly surprised to find a nice place in such a good location for only a little over $900 USD for 4 weeks. Could I have done better elsewhere? Probably so. But, being a Rio-virgin, I will pay a little extra for convenience and safety.

Okay I've been posting Rio-related stuff in a couple of threads here the last couple of week (Rio = shit. Do not bang Brazil and Rio (Brazil) -> Advices?). Feel free to check those out for any backstory. I've been here now a full two days and am loving it so far.

I'll include one of my previous posts here to start the thread:

Got here this afternoon (Sun 5 Dec) after 20 hours of traveling (3 flights). For the record, I will never do that again -- fucking crazy. Next time, I will fly from a major US airport into GIG and pay the extra $$$. Definitely not a good value for the hassle and time spent -- lesson learned.

When I walk off the aircraft onto the SDU tarmac, the first thing I see is Pao de Asucar. Holy Fuck is that a sight to behold.

After getting my luggage and walking outside of baggage claim, I am greeted by squeals of delight/hugs/kisses from some beautiful, slim, sexy carioca sweetness. Let's have another Holy Fuck for that welcome to Rio de Janeiro! Not only does she help me with my bags, she takes me to a cab and says she's got it covered. We ride to Copacabana from SDU and I am just gob-smacked at the beauty that is Rio de Janeiro. I am like a kid at Christmas......and I have Miss Carioca Sweetness cuddling up to me as she plays tour guide and has me practice my Portuguese with her and the cab driver.

We get to my apartment in Copacabana and she pulls out 40R to pay the 34R fare......the cab driver makes the mistake of trying to keep the change on her. He just assumed that since she is with a gringo, she's going to just give up the $. Oh hell no! Miss Carioca Sweetness was all up in his ass with the revolution about that. She said he assumed he could pull that because I am a gringo and warned me that this would be a regular occurrence.

After getting checked into my apartment, taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, we go for a stroll through the Copacabana neighborhood on our way to the beach. We stop at a fruit stand and I want to buy some watermelon after sampling some other tasty fruit samples. She asks how much and he said 10R for me and 5R for her. OMFG, she started to go off on him and then said for us to leave and gave the vendor some more shit. She told me what had transpired....which with even my limited Portuguese I had already surmised. I got another mini-lecture about being careful with the dishonest vendors overcharging me because of my gringo status. Fuck! It is nice to have someone have your back in a new place, especially when they are sexy, slim and sweet.

We strolled the beach for a while and she pointed out the landmarks to me while we were sucking down a caiparinha with two straws. Then we went and had dinner at Siqueria Grill one block from the beach. Great food......great variety......everything is fresh and mostly organic....and not expensive. Two plates (pay by weight of food) cost us $27 USD and change including my mineral water. I say check it out if you're in Copacabana.

We went back to my apartment and hung out for a while before she had to take the Metro home. All in all a good day (and I didn't even have to use my AK).

Granted I've only been here a half day. She's leaving papi alone for the next two days, due to her work and commute logistics, to discover Rio on his own. I'll let you know how that goes in a new thread I'll start in this forum. Time to snooze now.

Post: #2

So frustrating reading about the gringo tax all the time. I don't remember my first trip to Sao Paolo and Rio so much, since I was with other gringos and none of us spoke Portuguese, but my second time to Brazil to Foz de Iguazu I was with locals the whole time and everywhere we went they were pointing out how the people were trying to fuck us and take us for an extra buck here and there. They literally would have to fight something on the bill every time we went out to eat.

So fucking annoying and dishonest. It's worth putting up a fight for every time so they don't think they can pull that shit forever.

Post: #3

(11-07-2017 02:03 PM)CrackerDaddy Wrote:  Got here this afternoon (Sun 5 Dec) after 20 hours of traveling (3 flights). For the record, I will never do that again -- fucking crazy.

+1 for being able to time travel.

Not really.

But I do a lot of drugs so maybe I slept though November. Who knows.

Post: #4

(11-07-2017 04:11 PM)LINUX Wrote:  

(11-07-2017 02:03 PM)CrackerDaddy Wrote:  Got here this afternoon (Sun 5 Dec) after 20 hours of traveling (3 flights). For the record, I will never do that again -- fucking crazy.

+1 for being able to time travel.

Not really.

But I do a lot of drugs so maybe I slept though November. Who knows.

Oops......now everyone knows I have a TARDIS. DAMN! Actually it was 5 Nov....yeah.....5 Nov......that's the ticket.....5 Nov.

Post: #5

Seems like you left out a rather important part of the story. Did you actually bang Miss Carioca Sweetness?

Post: #6

(11-07-2017 06:03 PM)Akwesi Wrote:  Seems like you left out a rather important part of the story. Did you actually bang Miss Carioca Sweetness?

A gentleman never tells.

   

Post: #7

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Post: #8

Okay....I'm into Day 3 now of my Rio adventure. Spent the last two days and today so far just soaking in Copacabana without Miss Carioca Sweetness. General impressions about Copa, Rio and Brazil in no particular order:

1. Holy fuck it is chill here. I mean REALLY chill. Maybe it's the almost-always perfect weather, the beach, the Brazilian Way....whatever, IDK....but, it is just so chill here.

2. Fuck, I like the brasilieros. Yes, I know this is a world-class tourist destination and they're supposed to be nice to we gringos. But, fuck the dudes I've met here are awesome. Very friendly and helpful, especially if you show respect for their country and culture....and try to speak some Portuguese.

3. The women are amazing. They are so feminine and sexy for the most part. Yes, I do see uglies, fatties...as well as ugly and fatties here. But FFS, it's a city of almost 10 million or something like that. There are going to be uglies and fatties. Look guys, just think South Beach, West Side of LA, Manhattan for comparison's sake. Just walking on Copacabana Beach, the streets of Copacabana I see smoke-shows everywhere....not to mention just really cute, fuckable women by the bushels ;-).......if you want to see a first-class display of smoke-shows, go to BodyTech gym on Aveninda Nossa A Senhora De Copacabana. The membership is pricey as fuck, even compared to the US; but, it is well worth the $$$ to get entrance into and a chance to network, make friends and crack into a social circle or two (which is very important in Latin America).

4. Disclaimer: I haven't done nightlife much here yet since it has been early in the week and I'm getting adjusted. That being said, whoever is telling you guys this place is hella expensive is either just fucking cheap.....or coming from a place with a so-so exchange rate with the Real. Food -- not expensive....at all....and really good quality. Taxis, public transit -- cheap. Apartments -- not expensive. Everyday items at the supermarket -- cheap. Okay, electronics (from what I have seen) -- not cheap.

Whoops, I've got to break this off here since Miss Carioca Sweetness is coming by in a little bit to take me on a Rio tour in a little bit.

Will continue when I get more time.

Post: #9

Okay....so to continue on from Day 3 and into the beginning of Day 4. So after cleaning up and meeting Miss Carioca Sweetness in the lobby of my apartment building, we go outside and she proceeds to introduce me to Rio's mass transit system. We walk across Avenida Nossa A Senhora De Copacabana to the bus stop by the park. She instructs me on where to read the bus schedule, how to flag down a bus. Yes, here you have to flag down the buses like a taxi -- they will not stop for you, even if you are standing at a bus stop making full eye contact with the bus driver. Another interesting thing about the buses, they have turnstiles that once you pay you can enter the seating area......bit of a pain in the ass, but okay....when in Rome.

We rode from Copacabana down to Lapa. With her playing tour guide and linguistics professor the whole way....but in a very sweet and sexy way. Have I mentioned the women are sexy as fuck here? As an aside, I can second, third or whatever that the cariocas are very sweet and affectionate with their men.....gotta love the femininity and affection.

When we get to Lapa we stop off at a pub called Boteco Belmonte for a quick bite of lunch seeing that I hadn't had solid food that day yet (Sucos and Vitaminas are the shit in the morning). Again, let me go on about how cheap the food is here. Two healthy servings of Piscana (a really good grilled sirloin, cut into slices), farofa, black beans and rice....and french fries plus two choppes (like a beer just less alcohol) for about 80R (about $25 USD) including tax and I gave the waiter 10R (about $3 USD) as a tip. So for < $30 USD, we have a full blown meal with alcohol in a very nice and cozy setting before beginning our trek out into Lapa. Waaaay more carbs than I prefer and, in defense of Miss Carioca Sweetness, she did ask the waiter a couple of times if we could substitute salad or vegetables for the french fries.

While Lapa is a tourist area, it sure as fuck is not Copacabana or anywhere in Zona Sul. News flash: We are not in Kansas anymore people.....we are out of the tourist zone bubble of Zona Sul. We are now entering the third world part of Rio....aka the normal, everyday Rio for people who can't afford Zona Sul......and we haven't even gotten to the hardcore ghettos of the favelas. Everywhere we went, the poor were begging for our boxed leftovers from Boteco Belmonte or for $$$.

I'm going to go off on another tangent here, in Upper Lapa and Lower Santa Teresa, I saw the obesity rate SKYROCKET....along with the ugliness rate, which isn't really surprising. I guess like everywhere else in the world, the poor (or at least the ones that can eat, eat shit food....empty calories with no nutritional value) are either fat as fuck or skinny as fuck (dumpster diving was empty the past few days). I did see some diamonds in the rough with the local women when walking through these areas, but, definitely not as many or the caliber in Copacabana. I would imagine if you wanted to go dumpster diving here in these areas, you could pull a rough pearl out of the muck and get a bang for buying her a good meal and a drink or two. JS

Okay...so back to our trek. Miss Carioca Sweetness wanted to take me to Escadaria Selaron......aka the Selaron Steps. Funny thing, having lived in Rio all these years, she had never actually been to the steps and didn't know where they were. Of course she doesn't tell me this until we're off the beaten track in Lapa and the locals are eyeballing us. Finally, we round a corner and and see people heading in a direction and join in......and sure enough we find the steps. After climbing to the top and taking the requisite photos, we head back down and walk through Gloria to Candelaria.

Once we crossed the main drag over into Gloria, we were pretty much out of the poor area and the women started looking much better......and by the time we hit Candelaria, there were some smoke-shows walking the plaza and hanging out in the Starbucks. She showed me the National theater and some other sights. Then, we took the metro back to Copacabana and picked up some light stuff for dinner from a grocery store before heading back to my apartment to chill. Again, we bought our stuff at the equivalent of their gourmet, organic grocery store, and it was still cheap as fuck. JS

We hung out at my place until about 8:00 and then I took her to the metro and rode with her out to her metro stop. Okay, another adventure outside the tourist bubble and yes......lots of uglies, fatties and ugly and fatties on the metro going to normal Rio. Also, now I understand the need to not carry anything you can't afford to lose with you when going out and about in Rio. This metro was PACKED. Now, I keep my money, wallet and cell phone in my front pockets. I know I was getting cased on the subway and Miss Carioca Sweetness saw it too. She asked me if I had anything in my back pockets, which I didn't. She then pulled me close into her and put her hand over the vulnerable front pocket with her body blocking the other front pocket to prevent theft. Gotta love having a guardian angel. I noticed the thieves work in pairs or maybe more......the girl was trying to distract me while her dude who was behind me bumped me when the train would jostle. Of course there was nothing vulnerable to him to take.....but, lesson reinforced.

After arriving at her metro stop, escorting her to her bus and seeing she safely got on it, I got back on the metro going back to Copacabana. Her stop is Vicente de Caravalho which while not the end of the line is still pretty the fuck out in the 'burbs. On the ride back, I just watched the freak show and was not disappointed. Saw a few cuties.....but lots of UFs....and a really hideous tranny. I mean we all know about the hot trannies that fool everyone until you reach down and find kibble and bits where they shouldn't be........oh no.......not this one. YIKES! Spotted him/her/it, right off.....no doubt that is a dude with fake tits and injections. I made sure to avoid at all costs while some dumbass chatted he/she/it up <SHUDDER>.

The rest of the ride was uneventful once I changed trains in Botafogo and got back to Copacabana. Did laundry and just fucked off until I crashed.

Beginning of Day 4, I wake up to WhatsApp messages from Miss Carioca Sweetness telling me how much she enjoyed our day and evening together and asking if we could take a trip to Paraty this weekend which we had discussed. So, I've booked the hotel in Paraty for this weekend and am looking forward to more fun in the sun and elsewhere with Miss Carioca Sweetness.

I think today after I post this update, I'll cleanup, get a suco and go walk up to Leme, check out the scenery and just see what comes my way.

Tschau!

Post: #10

Really enjoying your story CD! Keep it going!

Post: #11

So, it's been a week and a half sent my last post. Too much too detail since my last post so I'll just post the highlights:

Miss Carioca Sweetness came over on Friday night and brought her 16 yo daughter with her. Offspring of Miss Carioca Sweetness is a cutie in looks, personality and intelligence -- a future keeper. We all hung out in my apartment just talking and breaking the ice. Ended up going to shop at the mall down in Botafogo where I bought a couple of shirts and we all had dinner in a nice restaurant. Later, we dropped off the daughter at her father's home in Copacabana and went back to my apartment for some well-deserved boom-booming. Sadly, Miss Carioca Sweetness was a bit of a cold fish in bed due to her having a sore throat.

The next morning we caught the bus to Paraty. Pretty uneventful trip and it was cool to use mass transit again to see more of the real Brazil. The drive there is beautiful. Costa Verde is one of the most beautiful places I have seen. Paraty is all it's hyped up to be.....yes, it is lousy with tourists and all the businesses are owned by foreigners making $$$ off people like me. But, fuck it.....it's a must-see/must-do when in Brazil. Spent the weekend there and came back Monday AM. Miss Carioca Sweetness was a little on-edge due to having a work meeting that afternoon and was tense about making it back in time. Anyway, we returned in time for her to get her stuff from my apartment, change and head off to work in a hurry.

Since I had time all to myself, I went to the gym, had some tasty juices, walked the beach and promenade of Copacabana and just fucked off in general. I felt a slight sinus cold coming on and I bought some meds in the pharmacy.

To make a long (or not so long) story short, Miss Carioca Sweetness ghosted me from the moment she left my apartment. I was a little perplexed/miffed at first. But, after reflecting on what I had done or not done, had I lost frame, etc, I just said fuck it -- these things happen. Women flake -- it's who they are and what they do.......and besides, there are sooooooooooooooooooo many more hot fish in this ocean that is Copacabana/Rio de Janeiro. Why get bent over one woman? Fuck oneitiss.

Anyway, one thing MIss Carioca Sweetness managed to do for me before she ghosted me is to pass along her cold/sinus infection. I spent the next two days just consuming fresh fruit juices and resting in my apartment. On the third day, I rose from the dead (yeah, I know you saw what I just did there ;-)). I wandered down to my favorite BigBi suco stand for my daily regimen of fresh fruit juices and acai smoothies. There was a cutie sitting there who had a rocking body for a 30ish brasielera. It turns out she is the younger sister of one of my suco girls there. We start up a conversation after her sister gives her the word that I'm a great guy (gotta love that social proof and social circle acceptance!). We set up a date for the next night (Friday) to walk the beach and promenade and whatever else that may happen after.

Yeah.....did I say fuck oneitis earlier? Yes. I. Sure. As. Fuck. Did. This is why. Read and heed my friends.

So, we met after she got off work in front of the Hotel Altlantico (close to her job) and she looked fucking stunning. LBD, stilleto heels, hair and make-up on-point.......for a fucking walk on the promenade/beach. I wasn't tripping that she was 20 minutes late mainly because this is Brazil and no one is on time and it was obvious that she was spending her time getting dolled up for her gringo.

Okay......I could go on and on about how it went......but a picture is worth a 1000 words.....right?

Yeah....it's Monday morning and yes that is really happening in my apartment......after I was woke up with a blowjob, rode hard, given a full-body massage (I forgot to mention she is a massage therapist), served freshly made tangerine/strawberry juice she made from fruit in my refrigerator. Then she decided the apartment needed cleaning and hopped to it sans clothing.

Yes, it is a rough Monday today in my life. Hope you guys are having a better Monday.

Post: #12

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Post: #13

(11-20-2017 09:07 AM)CrackerDaddy Wrote:  So, it's been a week and a half sent my last post. Too much too detail since my last post so I'll just post the highlights:

Miss Carioca Sweetness came over on Friday night and brought her 16 yo daughter with her. Offspring of Miss Carioca Sweetness is a cutie in looks, personality and intelligence -- a future keeper. We all hung out in my apartment just talking and breaking the ice. Ended up going to shop at the mall down in Botafogo where I bought a couple of shirts and we all had dinner in a nice restaurant. Later, we dropped off the daughter at her father's home in Copacabana and went back to my apartment for some well-deserved boom-booming. Sadly, Miss Carioca Sweetness was a bit of a cold fish in bed due to her having a sore throat.

The next morning we caught the bus to Paraty. Pretty uneventful trip and it was cool to use mass transit again to see more of the real Brazil. The drive there is beautiful. Costa Verde is one of the most beautiful places I have seen. Paraty is all it's hyped up to be.....yes, it is lousy with tourists and all the businesses are owned by foreigners making $$$ off people like me. But, fuck it.....it's a must-see/must-do when in Brazil. Spent the weekend there and came back Monday AM. Miss Carioca Sweetness was a little on-edge due to having a work meeting that afternoon and was tense about making it back in time. Anyway, we returned in time for her to get her stuff from my apartment, change and head off to work in a hurry.

Since I had time all to myself, I went to the gym, had some tasty juices, walked the beach and promenade of Copacabana and just fucked off in general. I felt a slight sinus cold coming on and I bought some meds in the pharmacy.

To make a long (or not so long) story short, Miss Carioca Sweetness ghosted me from the moment she left my apartment. I was a little perplexed/miffed at first. But, after reflecting on what I had done or not done, had I lost frame, etc, I just said fuck it -- these things happen. Women flake -- it's who they are and what they do.......and besides, there are sooooooooooooooooooo many more hot fish in this ocean that is Copacabana/Rio de Janeiro. Why get bent over one woman? Fuck oneitiss.

Anyway, one thing MIss Carioca Sweetness managed to do for me before she ghosted me is to pass along her cold/sinus infection. I spent the next two days just consuming fresh fruit juices and resting in my apartment. On the third day, I rose from the dead (yeah, I know you saw what I just did there ;-)). I wandered down to my favorite BigBi suco stand for my daily regimen of fresh fruit juices and acai smoothies. There was a cutie sitting there who had a rocking body for a 30ish brasielera. It turns out she is the younger sister of one of my suco girls there. We start up a conversation after her sister gives her the word that I'm a great guy (gotta love that social proof and social circle acceptance!). We set up a date for the next night (Friday) to walk the beach and promenade and whatever else that may happen after.

Yeah.....did I say fuck oneitis earlier? Yes. I. Sure. As. Fuck. Did. This is why. Read and heed my friends.

So, we met after she got off work in front of the Hotel Altlantico (close to her job) and she looked fucking stunning. LBD, stilleto heels, hair and make-up on-point.......for a fucking walk on the promenade/beach. I wasn't tripping that she was 20 minutes late mainly because this is Brazil and no one is on time and it was obvious that she was spending her time getting dolled up for her gringo.

Okay......I could go on and on about how it went......but a picture is worth a 1000 words.....right?

Yeah....it's Monday morning and yes that is really happening in my apartment......after I was woke up with a blowjob, rode hard, given a full-body massage (I forgot to mention she is a massage therapist), served freshly made tangerine/strawberry juice she made from fruit in my refrigerator. Then she decided the apartment needed cleaning and hopped to it sans clothing.

Yes, it is a rough Monday today in my life. Hope you guys are having a better Monday.

Not to gloat.......but, went shopping in the nice market across the street and now Miss Sexy Domestic Help is in my kitchen as I type this cooking my meal and making sure I have plenty of freshly pressed apple juice.

Yeah, that's how my Monday's going.....how's yours?

Post: #14

16 year old daughter? How old is this girl?

Post: #15

(11-20-2017 02:03 PM)NextStop100 Wrote:  16 year old daughter? How old is this girl?

Yeah and how old is the girl from today?

You didn't mention your age in your original post, so curious how old you are and what age range you're targeting.

Post: #16

(11-20-2017 02:03 PM)NextStop100 Wrote:  16 year old daughter? How old is this girl?

Early 30's......she had her daughter young.

Post: #17

(11-20-2017 02:54 PM)natas305 Wrote:  

(11-20-2017 02:03 PM)NextStop100 Wrote:  16 year old daughter? How old is this girl?

Yeah and how old is the girl from today?

You didn't mention your age in your original post, so curious how old you are and what age range you're targeting.

Actually, I did mention her age.....but no BFD ;-)

Quote:There was a cutie sitting there who had a rocking body for a 30ish brasielera.

She's 30 AFAIK......has a rocking little body of a 24 yo and a tight little pussy of a teenager (Couldn't help going all Judge Roy Moore on you guys there ;-))

As for yours truly, I am 56 but look 10 to 15 years younger. I don't really have a targeted age bracket. If I like what I see and hear, I approach. If not, I don't.

Post: #18

Spotted an error in a previous post:

Quote:After climbing to the top and taking the requisite photos, we head back down and walk through Gloria to Candelaria.

Should be Cinelandia.....not the colonial district of Bogota -- Candelaria......DOH!

Post: #19

Okay......so up until yesterday my Rio adventure has been fairly staid and laid-back. I got a first-hand experience of carioca craziness/jealousy yesterday.

The day started off fairly uneventful: woke up, fucked Miss Sexy Massage Therapist, fucked off on the internet (posting here lol), did some laundry (hung Miss Sexy Massage Therapist's dress in front of my 6th floor window facing Avenida A Senhora De Copacabana), went down to the BigBi where I got my graviola suco and acai/banana vitamina lunch (fuck -- did I mention how easy/cheap it is to eat healthy here?), went for a walk on the Copacabana promenade and eyed the cuties.....got some eyes back, came home and was just in general fucking off when I hear my door bell chime.

This is very interesting because in 3 weeks it has never made a sound. I look through the peephole and see a petite female and open the door........turns out it is Miss Carioca Sweetness.....late of the ghosting of yours truly. Needless to say, I am somewhat surprised. She seems friendly and harmless and tells me how she announced herself at the concierge desk but I don't have an intercom in this apartment to let her up like the rest of the apartments. Anyway, she is asking how I have been and is she interrupting anything (i.e. do I have any women in my apartment at that time and she doesn't want to interfere, etc, etc) and can we talk for a few minutes. I reply in the affirmative and invite her to step inside but she prefers not to step inside and we talk for a bit at my closed front door. She asks if we can continue with a coffee down the street and I'm cool with that.

When we sit down with the coffees, she is all about how is my freedom, how many women am I seeing, etc etc. Of course she prefaces it all with we're both adults and can do as we please (Well.....yeah......duh), but there is a strange edge to her today......I am starting to get that creepy, stalker vibe from her. I get the whole Anti-Slut Defense (ASD) from her about how she needed time to process our time (sex) together (YADDA YADDA YADDA). Anyway, we talk some more and I walk her two blocks to her doctor's office where she has an appointment and we part on good terms and the we're friends spiel. Okay.....no problem there. BTW, I did mention to her that she ghosted me and that is why I didn't return her calls from last week. She gave some lame-ass excuse/bullshit......oh well, no worries....right?

So, I gave it no further thought and go back to my apartment and proceed to fuck off some more killing time before I walk up to Miss Sexy Massage Therapist's work to walk her back to my apartment after she's done working for the day. I get a message from Miss Carioca Sweetness that she is finished with her doctor's appt and going to church (located conveniently across the corner from my apartment) and would I like to join her. Seeing that I'm not really cleaned and dressed for church and have a prior engagement, I decline in the most polite, gentlemanly way and think nothing more of it.

So, I go and retrieve Miss Sexy Massage Therapist and we start walking back to my apartment. We come to the first block and as we are crossing, I spot Miss Carioca Sweetness on the other side of the corner right before she spots me and Miss Sexy Massage Therapist hand-in-hand. I say fuck it, we're adults here (right?)......we're just friends (right?) and give her a courteous wave and smile. Once Miss Carioca Sweetness processes what she is seeing, I see her jaw literally drop and her face turn red.......just like in the cartoons (amazing....no?). I ignore her reaction and continue on and mention to Miss Sexy Massage Therapist that I was waving to an amiga and leave it at that.

We make it back to my apartment with no further incident and go for a suco then a walk on the Copacabana promenade. In the meantime, my WhatsApp is blowing up from Miss Carioca Sweetness who has now morphed into Miss Angry Spurned Honorary American Black Hoodrat (MASHABH) with the angry messages, virtue signaling, and just the whole all holier than though BS all the way around. I do have to give props to MASHABH for her level of trash-talking. Other than the Portuguese, you would swear it was straight out of Flavor of Love........4 reals! LOL Also, I figured out that she had stalked my apartment, seen the women's clothing hanging in front of my window and bluffed the concierge into letting her up to my apartment to "catch me in the act" LOL Fuck I would have invited her in and to join us if I was there fucking a girl.......impromptu 3-way LOL

I am periodically checking and reading these messages in Portuguese and Miss Sexy Massage Therapist is paying attention out of the corner of her eye that something else is occupying my attention. I surmise that she is not stupid and is putting two and two together with her limited pieces of this puzzle.....which makes her a tad moody......and she has a crying fit as we sit for a rest on a bench (not awkward at all.....not at all.....just keep watching the cuties walk by and making eye contact while she moistens my shirt crying in it).

I will give Miss Sexy Massage Therapist credit where credit is due......after her crying fit (crying because it just dawned on her that I would be leaving country in 9 days lol), she never asks about the messages or my amiga I waved at from across the street earlier. We walk back to my apartment and settle down with a little gelato and more talking from her as she pores out her heart about this and that (YADDA YADDA YADDA). Normally, this would be the oh it's getting late and you need to go time......but, she decides she going to quit whining and get in the fight with this other woman by giving me a Champions League quality blowjob and fuck. Fuck it is good to have DHV and have the women fight over you.

Okay.....so while all this transpired, apparently I received an email from Miss Sexy Massage Therapist's sister (from the BigBi where I get my sucos and vitaminas) asking how I am and with a kissy-face emoticon. I assume that Miss Sexy Massage Therapist had passed my email along to her......or maybe sister got it on the sly???? So, is this a set-up.....or just some wickedly fun depraved shit about to pop off? I guess I'll find out when I head down to BigBi in a few to have my lunch of suco and vitamina.

Will you keep you posted on how all the Fatal Attraction shit plays out guys.

Tchau!

Post: #20

Truly like your writing style,
keeps it alive, reads like a book full of fatal attractions, keep it coming

I myself in my late 40's now and I have been living in Southeast Asia as well as Latin America for the past 27 years. I have got a lot of stories to share as well.

(11-24-2017 09:14 AM)CrackerDaddy Wrote:  Okay......so up until yesterday my Rio adventure has been fairly staid and laid-back. I got a first-hand experience of carioca craziness/jealousy yesterday.

The day started off fairly uneventful: woke up, fucked Miss Sexy Massage Therapist, fucked off on the internet (posting here lol), did some laundry (hung Miss Sexy Massage Therapist's dress in front of my 6th floor window facing Avenida A Senhora De Copacabana), went down to the BigBi where I got my graviola suco and acai/banana vitamina lunch (fuck -- did I mention how easy/cheap it is to eat healthy here?), went for a walk on the Copacabana promenade and eyed the cuties.....got some eyes back, came home and was just in general fucking off when I hear my door bell chime.

This is very interesting because in 3 weeks it has never made a sound. I look through the peephole and see a petite female and open the door........turns out it is Miss Carioca Sweetness.....late of the ghosting of yours truly. Needless to say, I am somewhat surprised. She seems friendly and harmless and tells me how she announced herself at the concierge desk but I don't have an intercom in this apartment to let her up like the rest of the apartments. Anyway, she is asking how I have been and is she interrupting anything (i.e. do I have any women in my apartment at that time and she doesn't want to interfere, etc, etc) and can we talk for a few minutes. I reply in the affirmative and invite her to step inside but she prefers not to step inside and we talk for a bit at my closed front door. She asks if we can continue with a coffee down the street and I'm cool with that.

When we sit down with the coffees, she is all about how is my freedom, how many women am I seeing, etc etc. Of course she prefaces it all with we're both adults and can do as we please (Well.....yeah......duh), but there is a strange edge to her today......I am starting to get that creepy, stalker vibe from her. I get the whole Anti-Slut Defense (ASD) from her about how she needed time to process our time (sex) together (YADDA YADDA YADDA). Anyway, we talk some more and I walk her two blocks to her doctor's office where she has an appointment and we part on good terms and the we're friends spiel. Okay.....no problem there. BTW, I did mention to her that she ghosted me and that is why I didn't return her calls from last week. She gave some lame-ass excuse/bullshit......oh well, no worries....right?

So, I gave it no further thought and go back to my apartment and proceed to fuck off some more killing time before I walk up to Miss Sexy Massage Therapist's work to walk her back to my apartment after she's done working for the day. I get a message from Miss Carioca Sweetness that she is finished with her doctor's appt and going to church (located conveniently across the corner from my apartment) and would I like to join her. Seeing that I'm not really cleaned and dressed for church and have a prior engagement, I decline in the most polite, gentlemanly way and think nothing more of it.

So, I go and retrieve Miss Sexy Massage Therapist and we start walking back to my apartment. We come to the first block and as we are crossing, I spot Miss Carioca Sweetness on the other side of the corner right before she spots me and Miss Sexy Massage Therapist hand-in-hand. I say fuck it, we're adults here (right?)......we're just friends (right?) and give her a courteous wave and smile. Once Miss Carioca Sweetness processes what she is seeing, I see her jaw literally drop and her face turn red.......just like in the cartoons (amazing....no?). I ignore her reaction and continue on and mention to Miss Sexy Massage Therapist that I was waving to an amiga and leave it at that.

We make it back to my apartment with no further incident and go for a suco then a walk on the Copacabana promenade. In the meantime, my WhatsApp is blowing up from Miss Carioca Sweetness who has now morphed into Miss Angry Spurned Honorary American Black Hoodrat (MASHABH) with the angry messages, virtue signaling, and just the whole all holier than though BS all the way around. I do have to give props to MASHABH for her level of trash-talking. Other than the Portuguese, you would swear it was straight out of Flavor of Love........4 reals! LOL Also, I figured out that she had stalked my apartment, seen the women's clothing hanging in front of my window and bluffed the concierge into letting her up to my apartment to "catch me in the act" LOL Fuck I would have invited her in and to join us if I was there fucking a girl.......impromptu 3-way LOL

I am periodically checking and reading these messages in Portuguese and Miss Sexy Massage Therapist is paying attention out of the corner of her eye that something else is occupying my attention. I surmise that she is not stupid and is putting two and two together with her limited pieces of this puzzle.....which makes her a tad moody......and she has a crying fit as we sit for a rest on a bench (not awkward at all.....not at all.....just keep watching the cuties walk by and making eye contact while she moistens my shirt crying in it).

I will give Miss Sexy Massage Therapist credit where credit is due......after her crying fit (crying because it just dawned on her that I would be leaving country in 9 days lol), she never asks about the messages or my amiga I waved at from across the street earlier. We walk back to my apartment and settle down with a little gelato and more talking from her as she pores out her heart about this and that (YADDA YADDA YADDA). Normally, this would be the oh it's getting late and you need to go time......but, she decides she going to quit whining and get in the fight with this other woman by giving me a Champions League quality blowjob and fuck. Fuck it is good to have DHV and have the women fight over you.

Okay.....so while all this transpired, apparently I received an email from Miss Sexy Massage Therapist's sister (from the BigBi where I get my sucos and vitaminas) asking how I am and with a kissy-face emoticon. I assume that Miss Sexy Massage Therapist had passed my email along to her......or maybe sister got it on the sly???? So, is this a set-up.....or just some wickedly fun depraved shit about to pop off? I guess I'll find out when I head down to BigBi in a few to have my lunch of suco and vitamina.

Will you keep you posted on how all the Fatal Attraction shit plays out guys.

Tchau!

Post: #21

Okay, so it's been a few days since my last post. No drama to report in the past few days. The email from Miss Sexy Massage Therapist's sister was innocent. It was passed to her by Miss Sexy Massage Therapist herself and she was just establishing a contact conduit. Alas, no keeping it in the family threesomes....LOL

Spent last Friday and Saturday nights down in Lapa with Miss Sexy Massage Therapist. HOLY FUCK is that a great street party! It's like the French Quarter of New Orleans.....just even seedier and with more Portuguese. Bounced around walking the streets and going in and out of clubs.......TONS of fine ass here. Gentlemen, make sure you check out the Lapa street party.....lots of unescorted, fine pussy there (but please FFS, learn some Portuguese first). Also, be careful where you wander here and how much you drink, especially if you're rolling solo. Like the French Quarter of New Orleans, it's easy to wander off the beaten track and into trouble at night here and there are lots of hustlers here. 'Nuff said.

On Saturday night, we were partying in a club and I ran into US Consular Security marines. A couple of decent dudes and a decent broad. Good kids with the tough duty of being stationed in Rio de Janeiro. I made damn sure they didn't buy a single drink that night while I was there. Semper Fi!

On Monday, I ventured out into Gloria and Santa Marta. Stopped into a bar for an afternoon choppe......which they didn't have. So, I settled para uma estupidamente fria cerveja Bohemia (yeah, tough life.....I know). The menu said it was 8R. When, I settled up to pay, the fat fuck of a waiter tells me it is 12R when I hand him a 10R note. I am confused and Miss Sexy Massage Therapist doesn't seem to know what's going on anyway. I say fuck it and hand over a 20R note expecting him to hand back the 10R note. Nope he walks away to the back and then brings me back 8R. I start complaining......and he is pretending to not understand my Portuguese. Fat fuck not only charged me the gringo tax but also pocketed my 10R note on top of it. Miss Sexy Massage Therapist can't understand why I am starting to go nuclear on the fat fuck waiter because she thinks I only handed over another 10R note. Fat fuck waiter walks off and I really blow my stack and drop the Portuguese and start throwing some serious Flavor of Love shit talk on him in English. The manager comes out and wants to engage with me. I'll admit, I was hot as fuck at this point and ready to throw down over 10R (really 14R).....less than $5 USD. But it was the fucking principle of the matter. Miss Sexy Massage Therapist finally gets me outside and points out the police across the street watching us. She is former police and was telling me that the local police often enjoy beating the fuck out of gringos who start problems. So, I let it go and walked away into the business next door very pissed off.

We had been there before going to the bar and I wanted a card so I could return later in the week to buy some cool stuff to take back with me. She saw I was visibly pissed and had heard some of the commotion next door and asked what was up. I recounted the story to her, while correcting Miss Sexy Massage Therapist on what had actually happened. The art gallery proprietress gets pissed and says she hates tourists being ripped off.......bad for business and all that.....and she and Miss Sexy Massage Therapist go next door to have a discussion with the bar owner's son who is on-duty as manager that day. I was asked to stand my ground in the art gallery and obliged them. They returned after apparently raising all holy hell with the waiter and the owner's son; but, without my 14R. Oh well, at this point, I said fuck it.....it's < $5 USD and the point has been made. I have that fat fuck waiter's visage burned into my frontal cortex and, if I am ever lucky enough to see him again and the circumstances are different, I will show him what 14R bought his ass in a beatdown. For now, I just had to let it go. Lesson here gentleman, be aware of what you're being charged and be aware some of these fuckers will straight rip your ass off if they think they can. 'Nuff said.

Yesterday was raining for most of the day......so I basically had an indoor day. Drank sucos for breakfast and ate some delicious fajou, arroz, batata doce and picana that was left over from dinner the night before while doing laundry and watching Netflix.

Today, is a glorious day. I went out for my breakfast of suco and vitamina at Bigbi before hitting the beach for a nice long walk and to get some sun before chilling for a small lunch and a couple of choppes at a kiosk while I tried to read Snow Crash on my Kindle. Hard as fuck to read at a kiosk when every 5 minutes a vendor is bugging you to buy his over-priced tourist shit or a beggar is bugging you for money. So, I decamped from the kiosk and came back here to update you on my adventures of the past few days.

Later, Miss Sexy Massage Therapist is coming by for dinner and she is bringing her sister and brother-in-law. Should be an interesting evening (or not...we'll see). I'll keep you guys posted.

Tchau!

Post: #22

Heading to RiO next week , any recommendations ? I'll be staying at Copacabana beach , the amazing food you have been eating ? Sightseeing ? Parties ?

Post: #23

(11-29-2017 05:20 PM)Justvibe Wrote:  Heading to RiO next week , any recommendations ? I'll be staying at Copacabana beach , the amazing food you have been eating ? Sightseeing ? Parties ?

Copacabana beach is a good base of operations. Impanema is close, Botafogo, Gloria, Lapa, Santa Teresa, Centro are a short Uber/cab ride away (5 - 20 minutes depending on destination/traffic). Plenty to do in Copacabana.

Eating -- here are some places I liked:

Siqueria Grill

My personal favorite for por kilo eating. Good quality and variety of food here. If there is a futbol game on TV, they're showing it.

Djalma Burger Bistro

LOVE this place......is virtually a hole in the wall I missed it the first time I went to it and walked right passed it until I doubled back around 5 minutes later and found it. My go-to is the 163 combo with a tasty dark beer. If you like your burger cooked other than well-done, let them know -- they'll cheerfully and accurately cook your burger to order. But, they serve more than burgers......pasta, steaks and traditional Brazilian Fajou con arroz on Fridays......and it is good as fuck. Well worth the 3 km round-trip hike from my apartment. Check it out, you won't be sorry.

I often only had one solid-food meal a day here (sometimes none). The fresh fruit juices here are THE SHIT. If you're in Copacabana, walk down any major street and you will find a BigBi's or BT Sucos. I prefer BigBi.....but BT Sucos is good too. The sucos and vitaminas are amazing.......make sure to have an acai/banana vitamina -- good and good for you.

The rest of the time, I had local girls here at the apartment cooking for me or I would eat at some random place. I recommend, avoid the food at the kiosks on Copacabana beach.......overpriced and mediocre at best (to put it charitably).

When you go to party in Lapa, there's a big street-food market, it's strictly a YMMV kind of thing. Some are really quite good......others, not so much. Again -- YMMV.

Things to see and do -- normally I am not a touristy kind of guy. That being said, definitely go to Pao de Asucar and Corcavado Mountain (Christ the Redeemer). Also, go see the Escadaria Selaron (The Selaron Steps) in Lapa/Santa Teresa.

Actually, I recommend burning a day and doing a full-day tour of Rio that has all of those sites and more plus a decent por kilo lunch at Apetivo for 210R (about $60 - $65 USD). If you don't speak Portoguese, you may have problems when you call the number to book the tour. Never mind that the flyer I had said they speak English and Spanish, that lady who answered the phone to book the tour did not. Now, the tour guide I had, spoke all three languages and was cool as fuck. Just be aware that YMMV when calling to book the tour.

Kings Turismo

Santa Teresa and Lapa are cool areas to bum around in during the day and Lapa is one big fucking street party at night, especially weekends -- reminds me on the French Quarter of New Orleans.

Botafogo has a pretty decent mall if you want to do some shopping and day-gaming. There are also shopping areas all along Avenida A Senhora De Copacabana that you can walk into and explore/day-game.

Parties -- Every night, especially later on in the week, Copacabana beach has parties going. Just walk down the promenade and check out the cuties......make eye contact and smile......see what happens. Brazilian women are a little more direct and more likely to approach than other places I've been. You never will know -- just be a happy, friendly guy.......put out a good vibe.

As I mentioned earlier, Lapa is a FUCKING PARTY on the weekend. Just take an Uber or a cab there and explore/game. Lots of unescorted cuties (often in packs).....again, just put out a good vibe and go for it. I personally recommend to have a wingman to watch your back as Lapa can be dangerous if you get off the beaten track. Just my $.02.

I'm out of here on Saturday; otherwise, I'd offer to meet up and help out however I could.

You're going to fucking love it here.

Post: #24

What’s partying in Leblon like?

Post: #25

(11-30-2017 02:23 PM)NextStop100 Wrote:  What’s partying in Leblon like?

I haven't partied in Leblon. Mostly older people in their 40's and 50's from what I saw.