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Blacknight69

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Why is it was I able to attach a picture here but a few months ago when I was about to light up Pretty Bigs ass with photos of a particular chica,...……………….. I could not?

I tested it and removed the pic
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I believe they ran out of disk space and had to add more for the site a few months back.

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jazzy, for me it was her "spinner" frame attached to those pretty tits. Plus i like that "cinnamon" skin...lol. What is the bitch name tho

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I never knew it. I was drunk that evening with the camera out and it looked like a good shot. When I got home I was going through all the photos and thought Jimmy DR would like a copy since he was really into spinners. He put it up on the new board he was working on that eventually became ISOC and the photo has been widely shared ever since.



jazzy, for me it was her "spinner" frame attached to those pretty tits. Plus i like that "cinnamon" skin...lol. What is the bitch name tho

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Yo!

Why is it was I able to attach a picture here but a few months ago when I was about to light up Pretty Bigs ass with photos of a particular chica,...……………….. I could not?

I tested it and removed the pic

Lol this excuse again LMAO

Good pics but this topics are destined to be moved back to the paid section

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I never knew it. I was drunk that evening with the camera out and it looked like a good shot. When I got home I was going through all the photos and thought Jimmy DR would like a copy since he was really into spinners. He put it up on the new board he was working on that eventually became ISOC and the photo has been widely shared ever since.



jazzy, for me it was her "spinner" frame attached to those pretty tits. Plus i like that "cinnamon" skin...lol. What is the bitch name tho

 Jazzy your picture of Ana created this new wave in sosua
Too many woman, not enough days

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@Hiphop

Naw, we both know it was those cheap flights on Jet Blue that started in 2006. I remember that first summer. All the brothers were hold up in and around the Europa like it was Fort Apache in the Bronxs. Following is a passage from a trip report I wrote in the summer of 2006. This hints a the transition the started that summer and has continued ever since.



I awake fully rested and with an overwhelming desire to see the wife. I had enjoyed the prior evening and acquired useful information; however, in retrospect the benefits paled in relation to the guilt I was now experiencing. The plan today is to check out of the apartment and drive to POP to say goodbye. My best guess of the time, based purely on the amount of the sunlight filling the room, is around 8:00 am. I decide to ask the wife to take the carrita to Sosua. I’ll pack while she’s in transit giving us more time for a trip ending love making session. Bueno, now all I need do is get rid of Mildred.

I look down towards my shoulder. Mildred is seemingly sleeping in the space between it and my calf. Even today I can’t tell you how tall she is. In recollection, outside of her time in the bed, she had never taken off the 4 inch platform shoes she was wearing. Sensing me awake she decides it’s time to go. She climbs off the foot of the bed, steps into her shoes, which were conveniently placed there, and heads to the bano. I begin packing while waiting for her to get dressed.

Fifteen minutes later she reappears fully clothed. I’m stealing sidelong glances at her trying to gauge her mood. She’s smiling and seems pleasant enough. We share a little playful banter. I’m a bit on edge not knowing how she will react to the sharply reduced propina. She goes to the hallway mirror to put the finishing touches on her appearance. I place the deniro on the dresser. She returns sees it, picks it up and then drops it back down. I brace for her reaction while comforting my nerves with the thought she’s too tiny to have ever developed a temper. This proves to be the case. She’s complaining with a small smile on her face. Okay I’m home free. All that’s left is to listen until she has decided I’ve gotten a sufficient earful. “Quiero mas deniro”. “Dame mas toto tu puede tenar mas deniro” We go back and forth and it turns into a little game. I know and she knows that there’s no fuckin way she’s going another round with me. After about 10 minutes she’s out of gas and just about ready. Unfortunately she spots my travel iron. She now wants it as an additional propina. I offer to sell it to her for 500 pesos. To which she basically replies, “That’s the problem with black guys. White guys always give gifts”. I retort that if she wants the iron she will have to pay for it. We take another 10 minutes to work this through. She finally concedes and heads out the door.

For what ever reason I had hoped to get Mildred out of the apartment before La Perra Alamana started work. It was now after 9:00 so the prospect of that is slim. I walk her down to retrieve her cedula expecting a disdainful look from LPA. What she delivered was a big smile directed at Mildred as if she was her long lost friend. Either Mildred is well known here or LPA got laid the evening before and was communing with a fellow sister she thought had done the same. Thankful for one less piece of drama I head back upstairs and call the wife. She produces her trademark shriek and promises to be in Sosua within an hour. A half hour later T stops by. He’s headed to the small store near Super Super to purchase a phone card. Having time to kill I agree to tag along.

I turn into the store and who’s there paying for her stuff, but another ex (I think it’s the money because it’s definitely not the good looks). We exchange pleasantries and she asks do I still have her number and if so, why have I not called her. I pull out the razr, page to her name, and she confirms the number is correct. Being that she is now married I ask why I should call her. Her eyes light up (she has the most wonderfully colored eyes) accompanied by a big smile. We both know what’s up. I smile back.

Backstory

How we got to this point is kind of funny. A few trips back she requests a private conversation at the apartment. Once there she proceeds to tell me that this is my last chance and if I don’t agree to her demands we are finished. This comes as a small surprise because I didn’t know we had started. To me this is just another in a series of attempts to have me agree to be her novio. She’d been at it for a couple of trips now so I view this in the same vein, but with a little more drama. I don’t acquiesce. She gathers up her stuff and splits. I see her next trip. We’re having a drink at one of the local spots. I suggest we seek a somewhat more private location. That’s when she shows me the ring. Yes, in the two months it took me to return she’s married one of the local expats. I’m flabbergasted. When she gave me the ultimatum she was perfectly serious. You got to love this kind of melodrama.


T and I exit the store, still no sign of the wife. I need to check the status of my flight so I’m dragging along the laptop. Figuring the wife somehow got delayed I suggest to T that we visit Scott’s for breakfast. The NYC crew and their dates from the night before are occupying most of the tables. We sit down and I fire up the laptop. Before Windows can startup, the phone rings. It’s the wife waiting at La Bomba for pickup. I leave the laptop in the care of T and exit with the intention of collecting her. However, soon out the door I realize the truck is a block down the street and it’s parked in the opposite direction. I calculate it’s much easier for the wife to take a moto than for me to walk a block, turn the truck around, then drive to pick her up. I call to ask her to do just this. She hesitates somewhat which surprises me. She’s no prima dona so it would be strange for her to not want to take a moto. She says she’ll be there soon and hangs up the phone. I don’t have time to concentrate on her strange reticence regarding my request because to my left the ex I had met earlier is 100 ft away and headed towards me and has somehow acquired one of the local toddlers. Their pace is such that I estimate she and the wife will intersect my spot at exactly the same moment in time. It’s not that I have a problem with her seeing the wife. Shit, she’s married. My problem is that women do a lot of nonverbal communicating and I don’t want my morning ruined by a gesture or look that passes between them. In my mind I’m rushing the damn toddler along, but this only results in it finding some interesting object on the sidewalk. The ex is looking at me then looking at it, smiling, while I’m churning stress hormones. The tension is broken when my small antagonist decides it’s time to break into a run. With the threat pass me I look down the street for the wife.

There are two motos with passengers headed my way. The first contains a woman holding a baby. I’m thinking that can’t be the wife because the little one isn’t due back until Monday. In a flash it becomes obvious that I’m mistaken.

Little D

Up to this point the baby had existed almost exclusively as background noise to our phone conversations. Most of the time he was crying, but had recently started to contribute laughing and happy gurgling noises. I had met him once three months ago. I did not know I was going to meet him and only found out after the wife had directed me past her home and half-way to Costombar before revealing (she knew how I felt about babies in cars sin infant seats) we had to pick him up at the sitter. At the time he was in that not much fun 3 month old stage. Since then I had avoided him like a successfully discarded addiction because, as I mentioned earlier, I have a soft spot for little ones. I started calling him D peuqueno (Little D) after deeming his name (which starts with a D and consists of two syllables), at least to my ears, incomprehensible. Now here he was in front of me at that very playful and lovable 6 month old stage held precariously by the wife on the back of a moto.

I take Little D from her while delivering a stern look (we just don’t take those kinds of chances with babies in my part of the world). She shrugs, pays the moto, gathers the diaper bag and we walk into Scott’s. As I shared earlier the place is full of people and now they are all looking at me. A big guy who had been sitting behind me before I left looks up with wonder in his eyes and asks me is that our baby. I respond in the negative, but by this time have passed into proud poppa mode (I have two sons so this means simply re-inhabiting a role I’ve never really abandoned). We sit down. I start playing with the little one, the wife is sitting there looking like the perfect young mother, and then every damn woman in the room wants to play with little D. They’re passing him around, tossing him in the air, and tickling him. The wife is laughing, simply feeling the love. I on the other hand am fighting down a compulsion to stand up and yell “don’t kiss the fucking baby”. Who knows what these chicks where doing with their mouths an hour ago. Finally after what to me seems like forever he is returned. We eat our breakfast. For the entire time I’m holding the little one.

When breakfast is over we walk to the apartment. I have to finish packing and check out by 12:30. Having raised two kids and spent time with past girlfriends with small children I have no objection to having sex with a little one occupied in some safe location. However, the vibe I’m now feeling doesn’t involve sex. In a moment of clarity I understand that this place this island is no longer just a fantasy vacation destination. No, it has slowly and inexorably claimed a portion of my reality. It is as much my life as the one in the place I call home. I finish packing, do a photo shoot of the baby and proceed to check out. I got 2 hours to fill before my flight and nowhere other than the truck to place my valuables. The simplest and safest thing to do is to set up shop at Dominos and pass the time killing a couple of Presidentes. Though I’m enjoying the time with the wife and little one I don’t feel it appropriate to have him hanging out at a bar (who knows who might try to play with him) so I take them to the carrita stand for the ride back to POP. For the first time ever in all my trips I’m actually sad to see a woman leave. I’m looking at her hoping she doesn’t tear up because I can’t be sure I won’t join her. We kiss, share a big hug, and then her and little D are on their way back to POP.

Shaking off my unfamiliar visitor I drive over to Dominos. I’ve been looking for an opportunity all week to talk to the tall barkeep who is the younger sister of the other tall barkeep. Both work at the bar next to Dominos, the younger one in the afternoon and the older at night. The entire trip I had avoided the place like the plague which wasn’t at all an unfair description. The crew from NYC, though well behaved, were just a little too indiscriminate about who they were doing. As a result every marginal chica in the area had flocked to the Europa complex turning the front entrance of the hotel and the bars across the street into a summer scene reminiscent of a stateside housing project (amazingly Scotts place was unaffected). It had gotten so bad that your reputation with any decent (term used loosely here) domincana would have been forever soiled by simply being seen in the general vicinity.

Things had started to improve yesterday long enough for me to steal a visit to the bar and make my introduction. Today all's clear with only a couple of the regular expats killing time drinking. I shoot the breeze with N who is tall and fairly attractive at least until she parts her lips and reveals far too many teeth for such a small month. She has beautiful hair, long legs, and breasts that, based on the way she hunches her shoulders, are probably larger than they appear (large breasts are heavy to the point of often causing a mild curvature of the back). She fits exactly the open spot on the roster so I make my pitch. She claims to have a novio, but is friendly enough. We talk about various things. At one point I ask her to show me her legs saying they appear to be beautiful. She raises her pant leg and it’s obvious they are as shapely as they are long. I ask does she like wearing dresses. She responses yes and points to her mid-calf to indicate how long they typically are. I promise to bring her a dress when I return, but only if she will wear it with me to dinner. We then go on to talk about size and I explain that it will be much shorter than she’s accustomed to. I tell her I will stop by when I return, kiss her hand, say goodbye to T who had joined us while I was talking shit, and proceed to the airport. Can I say it again? I love this fucking country.

I get to the airport, return the rental, check in, and then go through my photos until we are instructed to board. Once seated, I call the wife, arrange for my accommodations for the next trip, and try to contact LJ (who does not pick up) to ask how the meeting had gone. Now it’s time to do what for me always signals the end of a trip. I switch out the sim card except this time I’m not returning to reality I’m simply leaving to inhabit the other part of my life.

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If any foto got my attention when I started researching Sosua it was this one. I have not found them.

Jazzy2002

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My guess is you’ve found many more that have caught you fancy. The shear number of pretty women in that island continues even after 15 years of visiting continues to utterly amaze me.


If any foto got my attention when I started researching Sosua it was this one. I have not found them.

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way back when old rumba was poppin and you could easily pull a trio with some chump change ........
QUE SEA DOMINICANA!!

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My guess is you’ve found many more that have caught you fancy. The shear number of pretty women in that island continues even after 15 years of visiting continues to utterly amaze me.


If any foto got my attention when I started researching Sosua it was this one. I have not found them.
For sure there all over the place,, just need some Spanish if your out of sosua !

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If any foto got my attention when I started researching Sosua it was this one. I have not found them.

The one wearing the tubi is Yessica. I remember her when she fist popped in the scene years ago. I haven't seen her in years. Has anyone know seen her lately or know what became of her?

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If any foto got my attention when I started researching Sosua it was this one. I have not found them.

The one wearing the tubi is Yessica. I remember her when she fist popped in the scene years ago. I haven't seen her in years. Has anyone know seen her lately or know what became of her?

Yessica huh? Thanks Al. Shes got some sexy fingernails and a beautiful smile. That pic was my phone screen for a while. Here is a foto of the first bitch I met on my first trip. I wonder if shes still around?
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If any foto got my attention when I started researching Sosua it was this one. I have not found them.

The one wearing the tubi is Yessica. I remember her when she fist popped in the scene years ago. I haven't seen her in years. Has anyone know seen her lately or know what became of her?

Yessica huh? Thanks Al. Shes got some sexy fingernails and a beautiful smile. That pic was my phone screen for a while. Here is a foto of the first bitch I met on my first trip

Where is the part when you say "she could not take the D"

 


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