ToledoGuy
07-08-05, 00:27
My first trip to Buenos Aires: 7 days, 6 nights, 11 different chicas, 12 sex-capades, including one threesome (just the second of my life and the better by far – see Boliche Jaz report)
My original plan was to see one chica per day, in the middle of the day, and play the museum and restaurant tourist the rest of the time. After the first two days, I fell into the pattern of seeing one lady during the day, doing something touristy, sleeping from 10 P. M. Until 3:30 A. M. Pulling a late-night chica back to my apartment, and then sleeping from 6 A. M. To 10 A. M. It was a chica-greedy style of living. Maybe it was Dickhead who corrupted me by taking me around to some of the boliches at 3:00 A. M. On my second night in town. Dickhead could corrupt St. Anthony. Normally I do not like getting up at 3:30 A. M. But the thought of being able to do it with some lovely new lady made me sing in the shower as I prepared to venture forth into the black winter night.
This website was essential, not just helpful, in providing needed information. I am a very cheap guy, but I will be making a little donation to Argentinaprivate because it provides high value. My impressions listed below are not very original because of all the wisdom stored on this Board. These are just impressions of a newbie:
1. Dickhead (and others via the Board) urged me to avoid the chicas who speak English. My experience confirms this. Of 11 chicas, the one who spoke English the best was my least favorite. She was in a hurry ("I have to get back to work" after one-half hour) and she faked sexual pleasure in an obvious way (a real turn-off to me) I'll write about her more under the Café Orleans thread. Now, I do not speak Spanish, but I know maybe 200 words, more or less (with no knowledge of verbs) I was able to have a great time with all the non-English-speaking chicas; they enjoyed instructing me in Spanish and there were lots of laughs from language-play. Toward the end of the week, I simply avoided any chica who could speak English. I am sure there are exceptions, but I was trying to maximize my rate of success.
2. As everyone says here, patience is essential when seeking an encounter. It is difficult for me to ignore a person who approaches me, rubs up, and tells me her name, but I learned that the only other option is to leave the club. After ignoring one or two dive-bombers, I found I had a chance to look around the room, make eye contact, and make mental images of what the lady would look like without her clothes. The chica would often help by strolling to the bathroom, to give me a different picture of what her legs and butt might look and feel like. I enjoyed this slow process of appraisal. When I finally Sat down to talk with one, I could concentrate on assessing her attitude and personality. Every guy's taste is different, but I like a lady who dresses like a student or a secretary or a lawyer. I like natural breasts, any size. I like a lady who is not pushy. I like someone I can laugh with. In negotiations, I found that most chicas started out high ($100 United States dollars) but accepted $50. Something that was difficult for me was to politely get up from the table if the price could not be negotiated or if the attitude was not right. What happened after leaving a chica was interesting. All the other chicas knew that I was not a total sucker, out of control. Some would stop smiling. But the ones who continued to smile were great candidates for a little chat.
3. Once a price was agreed on, face-to-face, money did not seem to be an issue until the encounter was over. So I did not experience that horrible up-selling that can occur at some critical juncture, and no lady said she was giving a less-than-stellar experience because she accepted a less-than-usual fee (this happened twice in Costa Rica and has happened to me in Canada, also) At the door, at the end, most chicas said "Gracias" when accepting the money and perhaps a little propina for "taxi." However, a couple of otherwise great chicas tried for extra cash at the end (it was amazing how quickly the chica could go from "amor" to emotional hurt to verbal argumentation) I found that firmness worked well. Once the chica knew that the last-minute stratagems were not going to work more cash into her pretty little hand, she accepted the agreed-upon money gratefully, gave me her phone number, and begged me to call.
4. Every chica spent time on the bidet before getting into bed, and spent time on the bidet after. They were clean and fresh. I appreciated this greatly. The chicas of Costa Rica were not always clean and fresh, and I have bedded some smelly lawyers and professors in the States. Viva Argentina bidets.
5. Most of the chicas really threw themselves in to the sex. How can a guy know if the chica is not faking it? Well, there are the physiological signs: crimson and swollen inner labia, flush on upper chest, contortions of feet, changes in the concha walls (either tightening or loosening – it varies from woman to woman) exposure and retraction of the clitoris. But there are the behavioral signs also: the pelvis keeps going even during breaks, the timing of the little cries, and the overall picture. The majority of these chicas were not faking it, and they were having a good time. For me personally, that is the greatest thing about sex: the pleasure that a woman gets from me. Sure, I like to be pleasured too; indeed the pleasured lady is much more likely to do what it takes to make me happy too. I am not a handsome man, but that fact did not seem to take away from the pleasure the chicas experienced with me. More than anything, their little cries and orgazmos will bring me back to Buenos Aires.
6. I'm not a big DFK can, but I enjoyed various types of kissing with the chicas. So many escorts in the States or Canada look at you as if you're weird if you give a little kiss to the neck. But the Argentine chicas appeared to love little kisses as well as caresses and strokings to every part of the body, from fingers to toes. Despite some elaborate hairstyles, the chicas liked the hair to be stroked and were not obsessive about its not getting mussed. They liked hugs and cuddling afterward. They were physically affectionate as well as sexually responsive.
7. The chicas seemed to appreciate being offered some bottled water or wine upon entry into the room (but often they did not drink it) They liked it that I supplied my own rubbers (Pleasure Plus, my favorite) and lubrication. They smiled like happy children when offered a fresh towel without having to ask. They were overjoyed when I offered to wash myself after a sexo interlude prior to an oral interlude. My assumption is that clean ladies like clean men, so I showered beforehand (no one asked me to) I kept flowers in the room. The chicas seemed to appreciate all these things, and why not, after all?
8. I tried servicio completo for the first time in a paid experience (actually, my novia here in Toledo loves it, but I had never tried it in a paid experience) I was very pleased with Gloria's response. Gloria does not come across as a slutty girl; her lady-next-door demeanor made the act much sexier for me. We had a difficult time getting started, but she was a trooper and suggested a different position for a better angle. Then she liked it. She liked to watch it going in and out. I'll do a review under Café Orleans. Again, I can't help comparing Buenos Aires to San Jose, Costa Rica. The ticas I encountered did not offer or accept anal sex, and that was pretty much the general rule as I could figure it out from a local website. In Buenos Aires, you have a whole new orifice to work with, if you want it. That could be worth a trip to some guys. But some chicas (e. G. Ayi) do not offer completo.
9. The chicas I experienced did not appear drugged, and only one was a little drunk (but Natalya was great anyway) I saw no evidence of sex slavery or pimping. The chicas in the boliches knew that they had to follow the rules of the thugs who manage things (smiling thugs, but too pushy for me) but the chicas seemed to be independent agents who made their own decisions. Indeed, it seemed as if the chicas had considerable power in the way they directed taxi drivers. Although I had only one experience in an apartment, my strong impression is that these apartments are nothing like the forced-labor brothels I read about (but have never seen) This is very important to me. I do not want to be part of a system of human abuse. Free will is the essence of erotica (Merleau-Ponty)
9. Despite my short stay, I saw some of the chica possessiveness that the senior members write about. If you had prior sex with a chica in the room, the chica and her friends expected you to do her again. The exception occurred when the chica was already zeroing in on somebody else when you walked into the room. This happened to me twice, and it was awkward because I did not know whether to give the lady a peck on the cheek and an "hola" or whether just to give her a little wink of recognition. I tried it both ways. Guys who violated the unwritten rule and slept around with several chicas in the room were criticized behind their backs: "malo," "bobo," "muchas chicas." I did only two follow-up visits (one for a threesome with a new partner) and one completo. The lovely little completo lady grilled me sweetly about how many chicas I had seen between my first and second visits with her. Where did I find them? Did I like them? Why didn't I call her first? She let me change the topic and we ended up having great fun, but I was her "amor" by the time she left. If I were to walk into Café Orleans today, and if she were there without a current target, I'd feel a kind of pressure. I know it's stupid, but I really would not want to hurt her feelings.
10. Others might differ, but I found it best to pay in dollars, not pesos. The chicas accepted the dollars readily, and their conversion was always 3 to 1. So, given the exchange rate of 2.85 pesos per dollar, paying in dollars allowed me to throw in a little tip before I hit the 150 pesos level. "Cinquenta dollars" is easier to say, also, and you avoid the hassle of arguing about whether the contract was to be paid in dollars or pesos (this argument is frequently noted on this Board) The chica is never going to say that the contract called for 50 pesos.
11. I tried several ways of encountering chicas: apartments, boliches, cafes, bars, and Internet via both Roxana and Silvina. The apartment was least expensive at 100 pesos, but the cute little chica there did not connect well with me physically and refused lubrication, claiming allergies. Too bad, because she had one of the cutest smiles and cutest butts you could imagine. Oddly, though an apartment girl, she seemed the least experienced and was nervous about every little thing, including whether I had a good time with her. I met two great ladies at Jaz and one at Ness. I don't like the forced-drink system or the thugs, but these places are often full of do-ables, and their prices aren't as crazy as Black or Mahados (really less than 15 dollars to pull a lady) As others have said, the best time to go to these places is 4:00 A. M. I was pleased to see that the chicas are perfectly alert and not wiped out at that hour. I went 1 for 2 at Café Orleans, with a real sweetheart named Gloria versus a cute-faced but manipulative chica named Migali. I liked the low-pressure atmosphere of the coffee shops, and the wait-staff were not thugs. I did not find a do-able at Café Excedra (maybe the hours I went) Roxana and Silvina both delivered high-quality chicas. In both cases, however, the chicas wanted the money up-front. When I refused, both threatened to leave, but calls to Roxana and Silvina re-assured them. It was interesting that the chicas could go from hard negotiators to great sex partners in a blink of an eye. My favorite place, toward the end of the trip, was New Port bar at 4:00 A. M. There was no cover. Drink prices were not bad. Every time I went there I found do-able chicas, and the other chicas were not too pushy.
12. Someone recommended asking a senior Board member out to dinner as a way of getting an orientation to the scene. It was a great recommendation. Dickhead took me to a steak place away from the crowds in the Norte section, and the two steak dinners with fine wine came to about 20 dollars. The steak was as good as I've ever tasted. Later Dickhead took me to a few boliches and showed me how to hang out. He gave advice on everything from cash management to Argentine dentistry; he was especially effective in giving advice about chicas. Dickhead is a gentleman and a scholar, and I am grateful for an evening of learning. Pack some crunchy peanut butter (low sugar) and jarred, sliced jalapena peppers in your luggage for Dickhead. You'll even find out he has a first name.
To conclude this too-long post, I just want to thank those who gave the advice and those who put their cute little butts up in the air for me (there is no overlap between these two sets) It was an unforgettably good week. I felt alive and grateful. Good night, Gracie.
My original plan was to see one chica per day, in the middle of the day, and play the museum and restaurant tourist the rest of the time. After the first two days, I fell into the pattern of seeing one lady during the day, doing something touristy, sleeping from 10 P. M. Until 3:30 A. M. Pulling a late-night chica back to my apartment, and then sleeping from 6 A. M. To 10 A. M. It was a chica-greedy style of living. Maybe it was Dickhead who corrupted me by taking me around to some of the boliches at 3:00 A. M. On my second night in town. Dickhead could corrupt St. Anthony. Normally I do not like getting up at 3:30 A. M. But the thought of being able to do it with some lovely new lady made me sing in the shower as I prepared to venture forth into the black winter night.
This website was essential, not just helpful, in providing needed information. I am a very cheap guy, but I will be making a little donation to Argentinaprivate because it provides high value. My impressions listed below are not very original because of all the wisdom stored on this Board. These are just impressions of a newbie:
1. Dickhead (and others via the Board) urged me to avoid the chicas who speak English. My experience confirms this. Of 11 chicas, the one who spoke English the best was my least favorite. She was in a hurry ("I have to get back to work" after one-half hour) and she faked sexual pleasure in an obvious way (a real turn-off to me) I'll write about her more under the Café Orleans thread. Now, I do not speak Spanish, but I know maybe 200 words, more or less (with no knowledge of verbs) I was able to have a great time with all the non-English-speaking chicas; they enjoyed instructing me in Spanish and there were lots of laughs from language-play. Toward the end of the week, I simply avoided any chica who could speak English. I am sure there are exceptions, but I was trying to maximize my rate of success.
2. As everyone says here, patience is essential when seeking an encounter. It is difficult for me to ignore a person who approaches me, rubs up, and tells me her name, but I learned that the only other option is to leave the club. After ignoring one or two dive-bombers, I found I had a chance to look around the room, make eye contact, and make mental images of what the lady would look like without her clothes. The chica would often help by strolling to the bathroom, to give me a different picture of what her legs and butt might look and feel like. I enjoyed this slow process of appraisal. When I finally Sat down to talk with one, I could concentrate on assessing her attitude and personality. Every guy's taste is different, but I like a lady who dresses like a student or a secretary or a lawyer. I like natural breasts, any size. I like a lady who is not pushy. I like someone I can laugh with. In negotiations, I found that most chicas started out high ($100 United States dollars) but accepted $50. Something that was difficult for me was to politely get up from the table if the price could not be negotiated or if the attitude was not right. What happened after leaving a chica was interesting. All the other chicas knew that I was not a total sucker, out of control. Some would stop smiling. But the ones who continued to smile were great candidates for a little chat.
3. Once a price was agreed on, face-to-face, money did not seem to be an issue until the encounter was over. So I did not experience that horrible up-selling that can occur at some critical juncture, and no lady said she was giving a less-than-stellar experience because she accepted a less-than-usual fee (this happened twice in Costa Rica and has happened to me in Canada, also) At the door, at the end, most chicas said "Gracias" when accepting the money and perhaps a little propina for "taxi." However, a couple of otherwise great chicas tried for extra cash at the end (it was amazing how quickly the chica could go from "amor" to emotional hurt to verbal argumentation) I found that firmness worked well. Once the chica knew that the last-minute stratagems were not going to work more cash into her pretty little hand, she accepted the agreed-upon money gratefully, gave me her phone number, and begged me to call.
4. Every chica spent time on the bidet before getting into bed, and spent time on the bidet after. They were clean and fresh. I appreciated this greatly. The chicas of Costa Rica were not always clean and fresh, and I have bedded some smelly lawyers and professors in the States. Viva Argentina bidets.
5. Most of the chicas really threw themselves in to the sex. How can a guy know if the chica is not faking it? Well, there are the physiological signs: crimson and swollen inner labia, flush on upper chest, contortions of feet, changes in the concha walls (either tightening or loosening – it varies from woman to woman) exposure and retraction of the clitoris. But there are the behavioral signs also: the pelvis keeps going even during breaks, the timing of the little cries, and the overall picture. The majority of these chicas were not faking it, and they were having a good time. For me personally, that is the greatest thing about sex: the pleasure that a woman gets from me. Sure, I like to be pleasured too; indeed the pleasured lady is much more likely to do what it takes to make me happy too. I am not a handsome man, but that fact did not seem to take away from the pleasure the chicas experienced with me. More than anything, their little cries and orgazmos will bring me back to Buenos Aires.
6. I'm not a big DFK can, but I enjoyed various types of kissing with the chicas. So many escorts in the States or Canada look at you as if you're weird if you give a little kiss to the neck. But the Argentine chicas appeared to love little kisses as well as caresses and strokings to every part of the body, from fingers to toes. Despite some elaborate hairstyles, the chicas liked the hair to be stroked and were not obsessive about its not getting mussed. They liked hugs and cuddling afterward. They were physically affectionate as well as sexually responsive.
7. The chicas seemed to appreciate being offered some bottled water or wine upon entry into the room (but often they did not drink it) They liked it that I supplied my own rubbers (Pleasure Plus, my favorite) and lubrication. They smiled like happy children when offered a fresh towel without having to ask. They were overjoyed when I offered to wash myself after a sexo interlude prior to an oral interlude. My assumption is that clean ladies like clean men, so I showered beforehand (no one asked me to) I kept flowers in the room. The chicas seemed to appreciate all these things, and why not, after all?
8. I tried servicio completo for the first time in a paid experience (actually, my novia here in Toledo loves it, but I had never tried it in a paid experience) I was very pleased with Gloria's response. Gloria does not come across as a slutty girl; her lady-next-door demeanor made the act much sexier for me. We had a difficult time getting started, but she was a trooper and suggested a different position for a better angle. Then she liked it. She liked to watch it going in and out. I'll do a review under Café Orleans. Again, I can't help comparing Buenos Aires to San Jose, Costa Rica. The ticas I encountered did not offer or accept anal sex, and that was pretty much the general rule as I could figure it out from a local website. In Buenos Aires, you have a whole new orifice to work with, if you want it. That could be worth a trip to some guys. But some chicas (e. G. Ayi) do not offer completo.
9. The chicas I experienced did not appear drugged, and only one was a little drunk (but Natalya was great anyway) I saw no evidence of sex slavery or pimping. The chicas in the boliches knew that they had to follow the rules of the thugs who manage things (smiling thugs, but too pushy for me) but the chicas seemed to be independent agents who made their own decisions. Indeed, it seemed as if the chicas had considerable power in the way they directed taxi drivers. Although I had only one experience in an apartment, my strong impression is that these apartments are nothing like the forced-labor brothels I read about (but have never seen) This is very important to me. I do not want to be part of a system of human abuse. Free will is the essence of erotica (Merleau-Ponty)
9. Despite my short stay, I saw some of the chica possessiveness that the senior members write about. If you had prior sex with a chica in the room, the chica and her friends expected you to do her again. The exception occurred when the chica was already zeroing in on somebody else when you walked into the room. This happened to me twice, and it was awkward because I did not know whether to give the lady a peck on the cheek and an "hola" or whether just to give her a little wink of recognition. I tried it both ways. Guys who violated the unwritten rule and slept around with several chicas in the room were criticized behind their backs: "malo," "bobo," "muchas chicas." I did only two follow-up visits (one for a threesome with a new partner) and one completo. The lovely little completo lady grilled me sweetly about how many chicas I had seen between my first and second visits with her. Where did I find them? Did I like them? Why didn't I call her first? She let me change the topic and we ended up having great fun, but I was her "amor" by the time she left. If I were to walk into Café Orleans today, and if she were there without a current target, I'd feel a kind of pressure. I know it's stupid, but I really would not want to hurt her feelings.
10. Others might differ, but I found it best to pay in dollars, not pesos. The chicas accepted the dollars readily, and their conversion was always 3 to 1. So, given the exchange rate of 2.85 pesos per dollar, paying in dollars allowed me to throw in a little tip before I hit the 150 pesos level. "Cinquenta dollars" is easier to say, also, and you avoid the hassle of arguing about whether the contract was to be paid in dollars or pesos (this argument is frequently noted on this Board) The chica is never going to say that the contract called for 50 pesos.
11. I tried several ways of encountering chicas: apartments, boliches, cafes, bars, and Internet via both Roxana and Silvina. The apartment was least expensive at 100 pesos, but the cute little chica there did not connect well with me physically and refused lubrication, claiming allergies. Too bad, because she had one of the cutest smiles and cutest butts you could imagine. Oddly, though an apartment girl, she seemed the least experienced and was nervous about every little thing, including whether I had a good time with her. I met two great ladies at Jaz and one at Ness. I don't like the forced-drink system or the thugs, but these places are often full of do-ables, and their prices aren't as crazy as Black or Mahados (really less than 15 dollars to pull a lady) As others have said, the best time to go to these places is 4:00 A. M. I was pleased to see that the chicas are perfectly alert and not wiped out at that hour. I went 1 for 2 at Café Orleans, with a real sweetheart named Gloria versus a cute-faced but manipulative chica named Migali. I liked the low-pressure atmosphere of the coffee shops, and the wait-staff were not thugs. I did not find a do-able at Café Excedra (maybe the hours I went) Roxana and Silvina both delivered high-quality chicas. In both cases, however, the chicas wanted the money up-front. When I refused, both threatened to leave, but calls to Roxana and Silvina re-assured them. It was interesting that the chicas could go from hard negotiators to great sex partners in a blink of an eye. My favorite place, toward the end of the trip, was New Port bar at 4:00 A. M. There was no cover. Drink prices were not bad. Every time I went there I found do-able chicas, and the other chicas were not too pushy.
12. Someone recommended asking a senior Board member out to dinner as a way of getting an orientation to the scene. It was a great recommendation. Dickhead took me to a steak place away from the crowds in the Norte section, and the two steak dinners with fine wine came to about 20 dollars. The steak was as good as I've ever tasted. Later Dickhead took me to a few boliches and showed me how to hang out. He gave advice on everything from cash management to Argentine dentistry; he was especially effective in giving advice about chicas. Dickhead is a gentleman and a scholar, and I am grateful for an evening of learning. Pack some crunchy peanut butter (low sugar) and jarred, sliced jalapena peppers in your luggage for Dickhead. You'll even find out he has a first name.
To conclude this too-long post, I just want to thank those who gave the advice and those who put their cute little butts up in the air for me (there is no overlap between these two sets) It was an unforgettably good week. I felt alive and grateful. Good night, Gracie.