2004 Reports - Edited

[Peter Pan #3]

Would love to discover the real thing with fellow boinkers.

Will make the attempt to hook up next time. Hope you guys will be able to spare some time!

[Knuckhead]

I am little curious about a small detail missing from your report. What kind of "cock and bull" story you came up with for your "ball and chain" in such a short notice?

Bandy

Dear Bandy:

Thanks for your kind words back in 2003 and again, now. Reading my 2003 reports, I myself am amazed at how things have changed. Imagine, when I first came to B.A., I thought the best I could ever do was to visit a few privados. The reason I came here in the first place was ONLY the excellent posts in this thread by those friends who chose to share. I knew that with my brief trips of 3-4 days, I would prabably never have any original info to contribute. With that in mind, I decided I could at least provide some entertainment with my posts in exchange for the wealth of information I have received from this board over the years.

To answer your question without taking too much of a risk in loss of my "plausible deniablity", I can tell you that the Ball and Chain herself has been fortunately pretty chained up, albeit in a completely different sense. That has turned the tables a little, affording such occasional windows of opportunity.

Hope to see you one day.

Knuckhead

[Stowe]

Was in Buenos Aires from 12/27 through New Years day. It was a great mini-vacation and was pleasantly surprised to find a good selection of chicas except for New Years eve and day. However, expecting that, I was able to arrange in advance for the company of chicas for those times.

Enjoyed hanging a bit with Dickhead-thanks DH. He is a cool guy to hang with and show one the real Buenos Aires. And I have noticed that he is still on great terms with all his past 'favoritas', they still consider him a good friend. This says something about how he treats his women.

Never once stepped foot in Recoleta except for 1 night at a restaurant bordering Bario Norte and Recoleta. Learned alot more about the real Buenos Aires by visiting a number of non-tourist clubs, bars and restaurants. This is the only way to learn about the real Buenos Aires, not just the P4P chicas. In the two trips made this year, I have come to love the city and it's people. The city is filled with a level of energy (other than New Years day) I greatly appreciate and the people are welcoming, warm and truly friendly. Yet, while being consumed with this energy, there is still a sense of peacefulness. But enough with my poorly descriptive prose.

I will post specifics regarding my chica experiences soon but I am already wishing to return.

Stowe

[Bandy]

"For as long as I am reading the trip reports, this is one of the best I have ever read. Knuckhead, thank you!"

The above line I wrote on October 31, 2003, when I first read your reports in this forum. Looks like you kept getting better with time. Take as much time you need to finish up writing about rest of your adventures. Some day, you ought to compile all your reports and publish as a book. I am sure it will be a better reading than the Amber Frey's foray into the literary world.

I am little curious about a small detail missing from your report. What kind of "cock and bull" story you came up with for your "ball and chain" in such a short notice?

Bandy

[Daddy Rulz]

I usually stay at the Wilton but it is a little pricey (not really but I'm a cheap fuck) and I was wondering the neighborhood and found the Prince. I talked to the lady at the front desk (ok I slaughtered some Castillano in a poor attempt at communication) and she showed me a room. It was a regular double bed, clean enough room and servicable bathroom. I'm thinking I've maybe found a good backup hotel. I go downstairs and ask how much the room is and her answer is 100 a night. I mutter "cien pesos, bien" and ask for a card. She says "dollares no pesos, cien dollares". I repeated just to be sure, "cien dollares?" Her response "si", I walked without further word. Looking at the web site it says 90 pesos for a double. Wonder what was up with that?

[KR Blade]

Sexexploer - Great review!

[Knuckhead]

Gentelmongers: I'm touched! Thank you!

I'll try to post the events of day 2 and day 3 in the next month. I wish I could do it earlier, but the writing doesn't come to me easily and it takes a lot of time.

Monger on, fellows!

[Member #2113]

I also think that he is a very descriptive and inspiring storyteller. If we are ever in town at the same time, I would like to hit the town with you Knuckhead. Cari is definitely in my list. Good going with that one. She beats the hell out of any of the women here in Atlanta.

[HappyGoLucky]

I unpacked, and tried to hide my large suitcase somewhere in the closet to no avail. Although the room was very nice, it was so tiny that it appeared I had to hide the room in the suitcase, not the other way around!

FYI,
I had a similar experience in the Hotel Prince in Barrio Norte (just a few blocks from the Recoleta). However, the rates at the Prince, 80 pesos per day, are much less than the Art Hotel and the Prince staff were chica friendly. It's a very nice area and convenient for short stays, IMHO. Mayra booked it for me on a relatively short notice, and got an even lower rate: Mayra Brill

Hope this helps.
-Happygotlucky

[Wahoolee]

Excellent info. With great pictures.

[MoonDog]

Nice report, nicely done, and thanks for the re-cap.

Have a great year in 2005.

Enjoy the life,

Moondog

[Knuckhead]

How It Started: Knuckhead's Unexpected Return

Happy new year everyone!

I wanted to make this the first post of 2005 reports, although the events of this post happened several weeks earlier. For now I will make it the last post of 2004. Once Jackson creates the 2005 section I will probably move it there.

On a not too distant Saturday morning, Knuckhead found himself the very first passenger standing by the front door of a Boeing 767 that had just pulled up to the gate at Ezeiza, impatiently waiting for the door to roll up. Why the impatience, you might ask? Simple! Standing on this side of the door inside a flag carrier of a sovereign nation, Knuckhead was still “technically” in Sex Prison, whereas on the other side of the door sexual freedom awaited him. Soon the door rolled up, and Knuckhead crossed the threshold. Indeed, it was one small step for man, one giant leap for his manhood.

As he was rushing through the Jet way in order to be the first passenger at immigration and as such avoid the line, he couldn’t help being amazed by the strange sequence of events that had placed him on that very spot at that point in time. Just 15 hours earlier, that is, a mere four hours before this 11 hour flight, he did not even have the slightest idea he would be walking through this Jet way at that moment in time!

Allow me to digress backwards, just by a few hours. On the day Knuckhead boarded this flight, he had gone to work as usual, expecting to come home after work and sleep in his own bed. Sleep he did that night, not in his own bed, but rather in a comfortable sleeper seat bound for the land of happiness!! All this was courtesy of an unexpected, last minute cancellation being announced to him at about 2pm. This left him with the next 3 days off, and nothing to do. At that point he had a choice: A) Do nothing, and spend a long weekend being dragged from one meaningless suburban mall to another by his ball and chain, or B) through some devious plot get himself out of Sex prison for the same period of time. But what could he possibly arrange in a matter of only a few hours? Surely, last minute travel like this could cost an arm and a leg, well beyond his reach… or….NOT! Those accumulated frequent flyer miles came in VERY handy, and literally on a whim, Knuckhead was able to book himself on a flight bound for Buenos Aires leaving in 4 hours, using an award ticket. Total spent on the ticket= $37 (for taxes)! A few minutes later, realizing he had nowhere to stay, a frantic call was made to Saint to inquire about his options. Despite informing Knuckhead that most apartments and hotels were full, to his credit, Saint was able to make a few phone calls and in short order had him booked at Art Hotel. He drove home, packed in a frenzy (read: dumped an unrelated assortment of objects rather haphazardly in a large suitcase paying special attention not to forget his MongerPack®), and took a quick shower. Minutes later, literally with his airport taxi waiting for him at his door, Knuckhead sent an email to Roxana explaining his predicament and asking for her to arrange meetings with few old favorites as well as a few new chicas, the choice being left to Roxana herself. My friends, this last decision proved to be a smart one.

And as such, after a frenzied departure but a very restful night, he was now the first passenger standing in the immigration queue, looking at the empty boots. The officers arrived in a matter of minutes, and Knuckhead was out of Ezeiza with his bag in less than 20 minutes. Sadly, not having had enough time to request Anna, there was no cute remisera waiting to greet him with a peck on the cheeks. Instead, a very official looking, mustached remiss driver met me, or shall we say, I had to find him! He had no idea I would be getting out so fast, and therefore was not holding the card with my name up. The ride into town was uneventful, meaning exactly that: uneventful. Unlike my last few rides into town, the many religious figures plastered all over the dashboard gave me the feeling I should not discuss any mongering with this fellow, so we stuck to a completely “G” rated discussion.

I checked into Art Hotel (not Art Suites), which sight unseen, turned out to be a very nice boutique hotel within 2 blocks of Santa Fe in Recoleta. The rate was $65 (U.S.) for the only room type that was available, including all taxes and breakfast. I thought it was a pretty good deal for a hotel, although not as convenient as an apartment. The rooms were tastefully decorated and the staff were very courteous as well as monger-friendly. My only complaint was that the rooms were microscopic! My particular room’s height was longer than its width, for example.

I unpacked, and tried to hide my large suitcase somewhere in the closet to no avail. Although the room was very nice, it was so tiny that it appeared I had to hide the room in the suitcase, not the other way around! After a nice shower and shave in the artsy bathroom, I descended to the lobby to check my email at the free computer. I was glad to hear that Roxana had been on the ball immediately after receiving my email last night, and had worked on my appointments as I was in the plane flying down. A quick call to mission control indicated that we were a “go” and in fact, “T minus 150 minutes” from “launch”. The “mission” was Cari (Area-VIP photo), for $200AR per hour at 3pm, followed by Bany at $150AR at 6pm.Since I had about 2 ½ hours before my first appointment, I decided to take a stroll down Santa Fe and perhaps have something for lunch.

Instead, I soon became sidetracked into buying a pre-paid SIM card, and ended up re-inventing the wheel in the process. Before long, I was back on Santa Fe and just realized that I happened to be standing within steps of the infamous Santa Fe 1707. “Why not”? I asked myself as I pressed the buzzer for the third floor. Cecilia, a rather pleasant late 20’s Madame, buzzed me in and opened the door. I was a little disappointed, having always had a “thing” for Soledad, the other Madame. As it turns out Cecilia works the day shift and Soledad works at nights, and I had actually never been to SF 1707 that “early” in the day before. Five chicas were presented to me in the “viewing room”, ranging from 5 to 8. The first one was Paola (photo credit: Flexible Horn), who despite not being the cutest one, gave me the best vibes as she jumped up and kissed me on the lips.

I handed Cecilia $100AR for the hour option, and Paola handed me a postage stamp sized towel for the shower. I returned to the room, and found her lying down on the bed in anticipation of Knuckhead . We DFK’ed for a while (not the norm for “on-site” SF 1707 sessions), and proceeded at a very deliberate pace to some mutual massage, caressing, more kissing, and finally to the main course, skipping the BJ completely (hence I can not tell you if it was a CBJ or a BBBJ). She maintained a nice grip on my instrument all the time, and after many positions I delivered my intercontinentally carried ballistic load to her in the doggie position. That having been done, my mind began to clear and I decided to save further loads for the regularly scheduled program due to commence shortly. With about 10 minutes left in the hour, I kissed her goodbye and was accompanied by Cecilia to the door after a peck on the cheek. I started walking back towards Art Hotel, knowing I had gotten off to a good start.

Once in my room, I showered again and got ready for Cari(Platynum photo). There are now a number of her photos in the picture gallery shared by a few of our generous fellow mongers, most notably punter 127. Back at the Art Hotel, as part of the contingency planning for possible technical difficulties in following the rigorous schedule relayed by mission control, 10 mg of Cialis was consumed. Exactly at 3pm, there was a knock on my door. Considering that the choice was entirely left to Roxana and I did not have the slightest idea whom to expect, Cari’s appearance pleasantly surprised me. I was more surprised when she started to talk to me in decent English. She is a 23 year-old student (I forgot her major), takes English classes, is quite intelligent, and to top it all, is smoking hot. She mentioned that she has Lebanese roots from one side of the family and Eastern European from the other side. We proceeded to chitchat a little, but I soon realized one of the advantages of this microscopic room was that there was nowhere to sit except on one of the twin beds. This facilitated Knuckhead’s “transition” from “civilized” mode into “caveman” mode tremendously. We did a lot of caressing and light kissing, but alas, no DFK. She then proceeded with an excellent BJ. I do believe it was BBBJ, but now that it is almost two months later, my memory may be wrong. To all the BJ enthusiasts out there, please accept my apology if it turns out I was wrong on this piece of detail. I then put her on her back and took a look at her incredible “female anatomy” (Photo Credit: Punter 127). I cannot begin to tell you how inviting it looked, and hence the dilemma: to DATY, or not to DATY, that was the question. I went for it, and the action naturally evolved into 69. For about 20 minutes we engaged in a succession of missionary and doggie positions. She subsequently jumped on top for a very inspired cowgirl ride, and then turned around for some reverse cowgirl. Friends, the image of her perfect bottom moving up and down on my instrument was thereby permanently tattooed on my retinas. That picture was as beautiful, if not more, than the smile of Mona Lisa, only without the guards at the Louvre. On second thought, I would take Cari’s butt over Mona Lisa’s smile any day of the week, as I highly doubt La Gioconda would have been any good in the reverse cowgirl position. Needless to say, the reverse cowgirl did the job for me. We cleaned up, she dressed, we chatted a few minutes, and off she went after receiving her gift of $200AR with 20 pesos for cab. Although she completely ignored it, her phone (which was thoughtfully turned to “vibrate” mode) went off a few times during the session, indicating that this girl gets quite a few calls and was probably off to see another client right after me. Still, I fully recommend her, if you can do away with DFK. Sadly for me, I really need this one thing to completely enjoy the action, much more so than, say, a BBBJ.

After Cari’s departure, I cleaned up a little, called Saint to set up dinner for the next day, and Captain Dave to let him know I’d be joining him in the mansion that night. I then got out of the hotel one more time and visited a local eatery called “nueve gattos” for a few very tasty empanadas. I was back in the hotel in time to receive Bany. She was late for about ½ hour, and just as I called Roxana, the front desk called me to say:” a young lady is here to see you”. Emmmm,…well, send her up! I wondered how Cari was able to come up without such a call.

Meet Bany, 23 years old from Misiones. She had a very sweet demeanor, giving you the vibe that she feels she has won the lottery to be with you. She does not speak any English (Excellent!), and says she is a first year medical student (I do have my doubts… lots of them!). As you see, her looks are “reasonable”, but it was her sheer, raw passion (almost hunger) for sex that made her the pièce de résistance of this trip. Before I could say hello, she was in my arms and jumping up and down with joy, while giving me a tonsil-tickling DFK. She was absolutely glad to be there, and it showed. Without prompting, she jumped into the bathroom and returned with very tasty lingerie. I was a little surprised at the pace the action was proceeding, but before I had a chance to think any further, she literally ripped my pants off and had my member in between her ample breasts. The feeling of warmth from her chest surrounding my instrument was wonderful, and she definitely knew how to utilize her ample assets. She then proceeded with a good (but not outstanding) BBBJ. I returned the favor with the combination of DATY and the pocket Rocket, and she went crazy, trashing around like a nymphomaniac after having a number of orgasms back to back. Then we had a little bit of an odd moment. I whipped out my own condom, and she almost begged me to use hers. I inspected the packet and once I made sure it was not tampered with, I agreed. We then decided a girl from Misiones needs some missionary. As she was having another orgasm shortly after entry, I began to take notice of how nice that particular brand of condom was (As best as I can remember under the circumstances, it had the word “Silver” written on the packet). She then tried many, many positions to get this third load of the day out of me, and was eventually successful. We cleaned up a little, and asked what I was doing later that night. I replied that since I already had plans to go to the mansion, I would be unavailable to spend time with her unless, of course, she was going to accompany me. She said she wanted to come, and asked if she could bring along her girlfriend. While she went to the bathroom, I checked with Capt Dave to make sure it was fine before agreeing. Once out of the shower, as she began to put her clothes back on, I once again noticed those huge “melons”. Given that it was less than ten minutes from the third orgasm of the day, I was amazed at the immediacy with which I became afflicted with a bad case of “wood”. As any self respecting Latina in a similar situation would do, she quickly doused this flame with some superb Russian action, receiving a pearl necklace as her reward.

By this point it was 8:30 pm, and the two of us dressed up and took a taxi to Bany’s home, to pick up her “sister”. On the way, she was kind enough to explain that the girl we are going to pick up was not her real sister, but a close friend. In about 15 minutes we arrived at a typical residential apartment building in Palermo, and this girl let us in (Photo Credit: Punter 127). Although I had never met her before, I immediately recognized her from these and Platynum pictures as Alexia. She was very surprised to see that I “knew” her, but I said I had seen her photos on Platynum, not mentioning this site. Both girls changed, and we got into a radio taxi and left for the mansion. I found it very interesting that despite the fact that I gave the driver the exact street address to the mansion, he still acted very confused. He had to ask several times in order to locate the street. During the ride I availed myself of the fondling opportunities on both chicas, and especially Alexia.

25 minutes and 20 Pesos later, we were dropped off at the door of the mansion. I rang the bell, and Jackson himself opened the door. We entered, and the atmosphere was like one of a reunion. In addition to Jackson, Captain Dave, and other non-posting mansion regulars, I immediately spotted Flexible Horn, whom I had met in a previous trip in March, as well as Exon, standing in a corner and nursing a drink, There were about 15 mongers in total and about 10 girls in presence, so I suppose I was glad to be able to positively affect the chica/monger ratio. After some very interesting conversation with many mongers who I had the pleasure of meeting for the first time, it was time for dinner. The steak and chicken dinner was, as usual, outstanding, and the deserts were great as well. A little after the dinner I noticed a Canadian monger friend as well as Alexia were missing. A little while later both of them were spotted descending the stairs with smiles on their faces. Personally, I wanted to take Maya up for a spin (for a three-some to include Bany as well), and just as we were about to go upstairs Captain Dave gently mentioned that there were guests staying in all of the rooms, so it was a no-go for Maya. After some more conversation and after-dinner drinks, it was time for the mongers to hit the clubs. Bany and Alexia asked if I would go dancing with them, and I happily obliged.

Cabs for different groups of mongers were ordered, and ours arrived in about 10 minutes. From there, it was merely a 5-minute cab ride to a very large dance club called “Sanset”. I want to give you a web reference, but as much as I have searched, I cannot find one. However, I simply cannot believe a place that large has no web presence. In any event, after paying a $25AR entrance fee each, we went through a metal detector and entered the large courtyard. The place reminded me of the very large, 20-something dance clubs of southern California. It had 3 very large halls with live music, techno dance, and Argentine music respectively. There was a nice open courtyard with a pleasant fountain and an open-air bar. We spent about 2 hours there, essentially “bumping and grinding” between the three of us. I had such a “wood” it was literally embarrassing, let alone the fact that it was almost painful as well. Never mind the whole story above, and never mind the eventful day so far. Knuckhead just HAD to have that fourth session of the day. But alas, fate did not have this in store for him. As much as I dislike loud, smoky places, I wanted the night to run its “natural course” and for the girls to end up in my bed by default. I figured, contrary to my usual mode of action, that I would simply wait this one out.

The girls asked if I could accompany them to another dance club. By this time it was 2:30 am and I was getting tired of this perpetual “wood”; however, I wowed to myself that I would simply try being patient for once. We got in a cab and drove off to downtown. Bany and Alexia wanted to stop by their apartment first to get changed. We then drove off to another very large dance club called “Museum”. This was an interesting building with at least over 2000 hot, steaming, drunk (and probably high on something) people rubbing bodies against each other on the dance floor and on the two upper mezzanine levels. Again, this was a loud, smoky place I would not have ordinarily sought out, but it was nonetheless interesting to see how much “free” bumping and grinding was going on. We ordered a sangria type drink on their upper level, and watched the mass of humanity mingle down below. About an hour later, Alexia was finding her next catch of the day, a nice clean-cut Porteño fellow. The poor guy tried and tried, but she was only a tease. Fortunately, the guy spoke English well (and the girls spoke NONE), so I could fill him in as to what the situation was without being too obvious. To my surprise, he said “no problem, I pay”. So, I left them to their own vices, but apparently this was not going to be a fruitful customer for Alexia. Later (see future posts) I heard Alexia woke up in the arms of a Gringo the next morning.

By this time it was 5:30 am, and not only was I almost in tears due to my “wood”, but also very tired too. I then remembered why I had given up non-P4P action very, very early in my mongering career many years ago: I absolutely have no patience whatsoever for this type of suspense. As early as my teenage years, I had figured out the efficient “shortcut” and never really bothered with wasting my time with the “normal” way. I do realize opinions and personal experiences vary widely on this subject, so just read this as one person’s angle.

I told Bany I wanted to go home to sleep, and she said she wanted to wait 15 minutes for Alexia and see what happens to her. Been there, done that! After 30 minutes I simply said I was going home and she could join me later if she wanted. She said she would come to my hotel 30 minutes later. Somehow I knew that wouldn’t be happening, and just smiled and left with my “wood”. It was almost 6:15 Sunday morning by this time, and not being a Dickhead I had no idea where to get laid. Consequently, I just went to my hotel and hit the sack without expecting Bany.

I took comfort in the fact that in less than 5 hours, the tried and true Maria (of Argentina Private) would be in my bed. Still it was too bad, as I really needed that fourth session of the day .

Knuckhead

[Happy Cat]

Hi all, sorry to interrupt but I`m here in BA looking astonishing scenes of a mad crowd in a ¨boliche¨ that fired bengals in a closed club in ONCE, killing hundreds of very young folks and with near a thousand in hospitals. Contrasting madness of Club owners an Mayor´s officials letting a facility designed for a thousand people to house 5000 and letting people with fireworks inside!!!! On the other hand, emergency services, hospitals, ambulances seemed well trained (we must not forget that Buenos Ares suffered two major terrorist attacks). Check if our girlfriends or relatives were near or inside this place, very close to PLaza Once.

[Atreides75]

BUENOS AIRES, Argentina (CNN) -- A fire in a crowded Buenos Aires nightclub has killed at least 169 people and injured 375, officials said.

The fire began about 11 p.m. (9 p.m. ET) on Thursday during a rock concert in the Republica Cro Magnon disco, in the Once section of Buenos Aires, according to a spokesman in the mayor's office.

Witnesses said there were as many as 5,000 people inside the club when the fire broke out.

[Beleriand]

Acually 2nd time, but the 1st time I had no idea of the wsg... =(

Happy holidays to all!

I am planning on 2 nights of midnight fun... one will require Roxana's help, I have yet to contact her but I have excellent reviews from everybody here so this is a no issue.

On the other night I would like to go to one of the clubs... I have narrowed my options to 3 based on comments throughout the board (in order of preference):

1) Cattos
2) Shampoo
3) Salome (although I read on Jackson's post something about no police "protection" that makes me think twice...)

I need your help here please... do these clubs have their own rooms? or do I have to go to a hotel? If so, what's the best nearby option for each? I am also waiting to see in the hotels thread if someone can answer my post about Hilton being chica friendly or not.

I visited several Sao Paulo clubs & one Santiago club around August and posted some reports back then... are these clubs in Bs. As. similar to the ones in other countries?

All comments (here or PM) are welcome and appreciated!

Also, any chance of visiting the famous WSG Mansion? How does one get to do that?

Thanks to all!