Texting a Hooker Drunk

I had just finished a weekend indulging in prostitutes. I obtained almost every hooker’s whatsapp number in the case I wanted them at a later time while knowing in the back of my head that I probably wasn’t going to see them again even if I had the urge to do so. At this present moment I am residing in a beach town, about an hour and a half away from where I met these prostitutes. There was 1 girl from the weekend that I really enjoyed. She wasn’t the prettiest but she had a tongue ring and gave a great blowjob. The combination of a tongue ring, great sucking skills, and a nice attitude gets my attention.

This morning I smoked a joint and went out surfing for about 4 hours. On my way back I bought 8 beers. I always bring 20 reis and stuff it in my zipped locked pocket before going surfing just in case I want a coconut or in this case a beer or eight after surfing. There is always a lively party on Tuesday nights so this Wednesday morning I was feeling a bit of a hangover from the night before. Having just surfed 4 hours and immediately drinking some beer afterwards catapulted me into a nice buzz. I still had a half a bottle of red wine leftover from the night before which I guzzled down with the beers. Soon afterwards I went into my contacts looking for tongue ring.

After a few messages she tells me she is no longer in town. She is about 1 hour away if she took a plane or about a 4-5 hour bus ride. I told her I would book her a plane ticket but she had to send me her name, age, and CPF number. With that information I tried to book a plane ticket but was unsuccessfully not able to do so. I have bought many plane tickets here in Brazil but for some reason on this occasion I was unable to purchase online. She agreed to stay with me at the cost of 500 reis per day. Thats pretty cheap considering I paid her 250 reis for just a quick suck and fuck at a motel.

The next morning I came to my senses and told her the deal was off. She informed me that she was unable to buy a ticket. I replied that it would be best to see each other at a later date and I stopped answering her text messages from that point on. As the day went on, I kept receiving messages from her all the way into the night. At this point I am starting to realize something is wrong. Should I or shouldn’t I answer her messages? What if she did buy a plane ticket? I decided to look at the messages. After reading a few of the many, this woman was on a plane to see me. She was waiting for her connecting flight in Brasilia. My drunk texting was well on its way to biting me in the ass. Now I had to mentally prepare for a babysitting sex filled 2 day bologna sandwich.

She arrived at 3:30 am. The taxi was waiting for me to come out and pay. As I came out of the hotel, she was waiting there, looking pretty good, her and those gangster tattoos of hers. I gave the taxi driver 200 reis as it was a 2 hour taxi ride from the airport. I picked up her small little pink suitcase and on we went inside. Other than spending a night with a chick in Thailand, this was the first time I had ever attempted spending more than 1 night with a hooker. Now I had to start worrying about her stealing, feeding her belly, and how I was going to get away from her when I wanted me some alone time.

She turned out not to be a stealer. She was always ready to eat and I happily fed her and when I wanted to get away, it was fairly easy. This woman loved her marijuana and I guarantee she could go toe to toe with Snoop Dogg. To keep her occupied, I gave her a week’s supply of marijuana. Once I did that, I didn’t hear from her anymore. I no longer got texts that read, “amor, cadê vc?” which means “Love, where are you?” I booked her a hotel right on the beach. I thought when we weren’t fucking, she would like some time to herself to enjoy the beach or whatever she liked doing. She was no crackhead but I came to the realization that she was a hooker because she didn’t like doing much else besides staying in bed and smoking marijuana.

On her last night, I went over to her hotel to get my things. I tried to leave and I could see she was deeply upset. She was worried I didn’t like her and she was wondering why I didn’t want to stay the night and fuck. I guess it was nice of her to show those emotions, even if she was faking it. So I ended up staying and we watched brazilian reality tv shows and smoked marijuana in bed together. The snuggle proceeded to the fuck and then eventually the morning arrived. After our complimentary breakfast, she packed her things and at 10:15 we headed out to the bus stop so she could catch the 10:35 bus ride home. As she rode off and as I walked back to the hotel, I felt a feeling of relief and freedom which reminded me too much of when I was in a relationship just 1 year ago. I was never a fan of outcalling a whore. Their personal lives are a disaster and it really becomes apparent when it rubs off onto your personal life.

Moral of the story: If you are going to see a woman for a second time, make it a regular short incall situation and not an outcall like in my case. I am in this game due to not wanting the stresses and hardships of a relationship.

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