The Bangover Diaries: Adventures with vitamin V
It’s hard to over-emphasize what a genuine boon Viagra has been to the business of sex work. With the invention of Viagra, old guys who had little or no interest in sex were suddenly walking around with 18 year-old wood, banging everything that moved, and absent an interested better half (which was almost always the case) they began often taking their newly-found libido out on ladies for hire.
This of course led to a tourism boon for places like Costa Rica, the Dominican Republic, and other places where prostitution is either completely legal (almost all of the EU, for example) or tolerated (which, to varying degrees, includes the US).
I wouldn’t ever presume to give an accurate and detailed list of sex-tourism destinations like my old chum Dr. Jekyll, but seek and ye shall find, and there are a lot more than you might think. Clearly, the age of virtue was over, and the new era of the hobby of whoring began when Viagra hit the market.
Originally I sneered when my wingman Alfredo told me I should try Viagra; like any man, I was proud to say I’d never failed to perform for a willing lass, and true it was, until my first trip to Playa Jaco. We were on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica, in an oceanfront hotel, and it happened with a beautiful young Nica (Nicaraguan) that I’d picked up at a local open-air place called the Beatle Bar.
She was short, shapely and on the muscular side, with fair skin, a pretty smile and long, black and curly hair. When we got back to the room, she was surprisingly accommodating when I told her I didn’t like condoms; she dispensed with it immediately, and proceeded to give me a world class bare-back blowjob, with a volcanic eruption climax witnessed up close with an open mouthed smile, and an after-suck, (not quite as good as taking the load in her mouth, but above and beyond the call of duty nonetheless) as I shuddered with delight.
After a few minutes rest the session continued, again sin condon, and finally, when a pounding from the doggie style position ensued, I remember pulling out momentarily to enjoy the view as I always do, (She had a fine, firm ivory ass and a beautifully shaved, ruby-red gash) and suddenly I felt a strange and unfamiliar feeling as my cock went limp, at this most unexpected moment.
I was so shocked, things came to a quick, although unsatisfying conclusion, and soon I sent her on her way, albeit with a kiss and a smile, and an extra $20, for she’d been a sport, after all; the fault was mine.
Later upon reflection, I concluded that many a mid-life crisis has been precipitated by similar incidents; since then, rare has been the time I’ve skipped my Vitamin V dose before taking the plunge, at least a plunge I’m paying for, that is.
Latinas, and why we love them so
And, while we’re on the subject, we have a special shout-out to Latinas, and an explanation as to why American men love them so. What’s not to love about beautiful women with a sweet Spanish accent that, every night without complaining, will cook you dinner, fuck and suck you silly and treat you like a king? (Not to mention talk dirty to you in Spanish)
There’s much to love about women with traditional values, and whose family tradition is to keep their men’s stomach’s full and their testicles empty is one worth preserving, in my book.
It’s also true that, down in Central and South America, a man that’s not getting treated like a man at home will pretty soon be frequenting the local Chica ranch, an effective check and balance against out-of-control feminism if ever there was one, and no doubt a key part of why the natural order prevails down there. Hopefully, with so many of them here, it will take hold again in the good ‘ole USA.
“Nuff Said.
