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THE BLOG OF A GRIMY TRAVELING BLACK MAN FROM THE UK.  ENJOY HIS TRAVELS, HIS CONQUESTS WITH THE LOCALS, AND AHH YES; THE EPISODES WITH THE WOMEN OF DIFFERENT CULTURES AND ETHNICITIES.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>THE GRIMY TRAVELER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677621819791342491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/SL12diN5KMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BnnCMLgB-TA/s1600-R/b2fb7c9983.png" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheGrimyTraveler" /><feedburner:info uri="thegrimytraveler" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="license" type="text/html" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TheGrimyTraveler</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MNSXw4fSp7ImA9WB9bEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182371421592987233.post-9133481675732308628</id><published>2007-11-21T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:11:38.235-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-18T14:11:38.235-04:00</app:edited><title>I CALLED THE WAITRESS!</title><content type="html">After I ate lunch at the Restaurant downstairs, I called the Waitress from club MANGU just to see what she was saying.   We talked for a few minutes,  I asked her about her friend that she was telling me about.   She told me that she spoke to her friend and her friend would like to meet me.  She told me to meet her at Club MANGU around 8pm and her friend would be there.   Cool..I told her that I'll be there.   GOOD, got my night activity out the way but what about my DAY!   Shit it was 12pm and I had some time to kill before I went back to Club MANGU.   I called my boy to tell him about my previous night, I told him to stop bullshitting and get his ass to the DR.  Anyhow I told him I would hit him up later.  I got on the net and looked up some info of places to check out in Santo Domingo.  WSG (www.worldsexguide.info) said there were alot of places to check out, but EL CONDE street caught my eye.   I took a shower then threw on my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I Love Rio" Tshirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08l0likIYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WoNGceV71Ro/s1600-h/iloverio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08l0likIYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WoNGceV71Ro/s320/iloverio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138367285213536642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my Holy Grail Shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08mMlikIZI/AAAAAAAAADA/FmmoTYSrva8/s1600-h/cargos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08mMlikIZI/AAAAAAAAADA/FmmoTYSrva8/s320/cargos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138367697530397074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my Gravis Sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08mk1ikIaI/AAAAAAAAADI/YI0iLD9GNo8/s1600-h/Sneakers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08mk1ikIaI/AAAAAAAAADI/YI0iLD9GNo8/s320/Sneakers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138368114142224802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sunny as hell out so I added my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Khors Shades and Killed them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08nBVikIbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gP6Ku87YoeU/s1600-h/shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08nBVikIbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gP6Ku87YoeU/s320/shades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138368603768496562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I should get paid for plugging some of these clothes...I only put these up to separate my blog for the other's out there.  I want to my readers to get a REAL FEEL of what was going on, now the readers could see what I actually had on, or I could just upload a picture of myself right!  I wouldn't want to spoil it for you, I could be one of your girlfriends husbands for Christ sake; If no yours.  HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But back to my afternoon and my destination of EL CONDE ST, Santo Domingo.  I called a cab and went to El conde st.  I got there around 1:30 pm.  When I got there is was packed with chicas of all shapes and sizes.  I stopped at a nice restaurant and ordered an afternoon Presidente.  I got a nice table outside so I could see the chicas walk by, and they was out there in the thousands it seemed like.  I noticed something about Dominican Women, they have the biggest big TOE's that I've seen on a woman.  African women come in second, but Dominicans have African ancestry so that is probably why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow I while I was chilling and watching the chicas walk by, I said "Hola" to a nice brownskin chica on her way to the mall.  She looked like she was about 18, BARELY!, I mean she probably turned 18 the second I asked her age.  Her name was NELSY, She was another cute slim brown skin thing just getting out of school.  But on a Saturday?  I asked her how she was doing and all that stuff.  I know just enough Spanish to get me through introductions.  Now what!  I asked her if she wanted to join me for some lunch at the restaurant I was at.  She looked at her watch and made this face like "SHOULD I DO IT?"  I gave her that killer smile that said "You know you want to!"  She said "Oh kay Papi" and her fate was sealed.  I felt like a lion that just got his prey, now that my prey is secured I have to get it ready to be eaten, so I asked the waitress to place us at a table at the back of the restaurant where it was less action and no traffic and best of all, no distractions.   I told her to relax and order what ever she wanted.  She ordered some fruit and mangu which was off the hook.  I told her to order the same, roasted fruit and two Presidentes.  Nelsy was a cool girl..I got to know her a little bit, she was actually studying to be an artist or something like that.  We ate and flirted and the moment of truth came when I asked her if she wanted to come back to the hotel with me so I could show her some pictures from my travels.  I had to take out my camera and sneak a picture of her just thinking away, she was probably thinking&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Should I go with this dude and most likely get my back rolled out? or should I go home and spend the rest of the afternoon listening to bachata and arguing with my mother in fast spanish? hmm........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R1CE7NDFwjI/AAAAAAAAADY/_arxe5HH7vU/s1600-R/nelsy3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R1CE7NDFwjI/AAAAAAAAADY/HLbkrz5X5do/s320/nelsy3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138753327479505458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Girl you know you want to get your back rolled out!  And after about five minutes of thinking on a full stomach.  She decided to come back to the hotel with me...but there was a catch.  Ot Oh!  She said she had to go home first.  She said she lived not too far from my hotel so she will meet me at my hotel at 4pm.  I looked at my watch and tought to myself "That's cutting it a little close."   How would I know if she was going to sham or not.  I said ok! I gave her all the info she needed.  The number to the hotel and my room number.  It was only about 2:30 and I had some afternoon fun set up.  After she left the restaurant, I walked along the streets for about another 20 mins and caught a cab back to my hotel.  I looked at the time it was already 3:25 and I had to get ready for Nelsy.  I hopped in the the shower right quick, thew on the baggy Nike Lounge shorts, with no underwear of course.  Spritzed myself with a little Prada cologne.  Man it was about to be on and popping.  By the time I got out the shower and finished getting ready for Nelsy it was like 3:58.  And at EXACTLY 4:00 my hotel phone rings..............................................&lt;br /&gt;It was you know who....she said she was downstairs...I went downstairs to go get her and she was looking very cute and sexy...she had changed her clothes like I did.   I opened my door to my room and told her to wait in the door way, she had this blank look on her face like "what"  I ran to get my camera....and here she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R1CMNNDFwkI/AAAAAAAAADg/vKB0E_Yn3ZY/s1600-R/nelsey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R1CMNNDFwkI/AAAAAAAAADg/ys_TXDhd1RM/s320/nelsey.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138761333298545218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I admit, so was looking RIGHT.  Nice little young brown skin body, some long hair and sexy lips.  I think this might be a good afternoon.  I tell her to come on in and make her self comfortable, "mi casa es su casa!"  She had a glow about her, I liked her, she was smart too.  See young women in the UK act different, especially when your a black man.  They act like I'm the one that should be thankful that I'm with "Her" when actually its the other way around bitch!  To make a long story short about Nelsy.   We ended up&lt;a href="http://www.urbanimagehost.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by UrbanimageHost" src="http://www.urbanimagehost.com/ihost/uploads/555179c4fb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;until it was about 6...then it was almost time to go back to Mangu and see what was good for the night! HOLLA AT YOU IN A FEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nelsey was an 7 out of 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182371421592987233-9133481675732308628?l=thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/feeds/9133481675732308628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182371421592987233&amp;postID=9133481675732308628" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/9133481675732308628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/9133481675732308628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGrimyTraveler/~3/Xol_yFuGdUY/i-called-waitress.html" title="I CALLED THE WAITRESS!" /><author><name>THE GRIMY TRAVELER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677621819791342491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/SL12diN5KMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BnnCMLgB-TA/s1600-R/b2fb7c9983.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R08l0likIYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WoNGceV71Ro/s72-c/iloverio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-called-waitress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMDR3c6eSp7ImA9WB9WFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182371421592987233.post-4610757511252774269</id><published>2007-11-19T11:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:37:56.911-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-20T00:37:56.911-04:00</app:edited><title>First Night Out!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;fter I awoke from my nap, it was about 8:30 EST; I didn't realize how tired I really was.  That jet lag really got me.  That flight from the UK was about 14 hours and the cat I was sitting next to breath smelled like strait shit.  European hygiene always comes into question sometime when I travel.   Anyway, I felt pretty good after that nap.  I adjusted my watch to Eastern Standard time, because my watch said 2:30 AM.  I got up and took a shower and got dressed, the night had cooled the day down so I could wear pants outside; which is what I'm used to in the UK.  The fucking weather is horrible in the UK.  Anyhow I put on my:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Funkadelic Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOBFikIRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/waVjFRYroZQ/s1600-h/Funkadelic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOBFikIRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/waVjFRYroZQ/s320/Funkadelic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134752305729773842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Five Four Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOJ1ikISI/AAAAAAAAAB8/twKEgjY9P1w/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOJ1ikISI/AAAAAAAAAB8/twKEgjY9P1w/s320/jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134752456053629218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;with my prada shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/agtomitc/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOQVikITI/AAAAAAAAACE/etafiOeEZQg/s1600-h/pradashoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOQVikITI/AAAAAAAAACE/etafiOeEZQg/s320/pradashoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134752567722778930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;set it all off with my cuff  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;braclet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/agtomitc/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/agtomitc/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOa1ikIUI/AAAAAAAAACM/zXVpan7afMQ/s1600-h/Cuff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOa1ikIUI/AAAAAAAAACM/zXVpan7afMQ/s320/Cuff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134752748111405378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;for my Native American heritage.  Thes DR cats didnt know what hit em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then I hit the town of Santo Domingo on a SOLO grown man mission.  I caught a cab right outside the hotel, and told the cabby in spanish "Tómelesme a las chicas!" Which basically means "TAKE ME TO THE GIRLS!"&lt;br /&gt;He gave me smile and knew exactly what I was talking about.  He took me into the city it, I think it was called Ave de Venezuela.  There were a lot of bars and discotecha's (CLUBS) on this street.  We had past a bar where I seen alot of chics going into, I told the cabby to "Alto"(stop), I paid the cabby about 200pesos and walked into this bar spot called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CLUB MANGU &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;, there were mad chicas in there.  As soon as I walked in the spot I had Dominican chica eyes glued on me.  I scanned the spot and saw an empty table in the back of the bar.  I swiftly made my way through the dancing couples to my table. A cute light skin Dominican waitress quickly made her way over to me and asked what I was having in Spanish.  She looked about 18 but when I asked her age she said she was 21.     Nice smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JQ2likIVI/AAAAAAAAACU/EvG7fzOTpw4/s1600-h/waitress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JQ2likIVI/AAAAAAAAACU/EvG7fzOTpw4/s320/waitress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134755423876030802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her name was Yules, I talked to her for a few mins and then she had to go back to work, she did give me her number after telling me she had a boyfriend.  Which does not matter in the DR ; if they have a boyfriend or not.  She told me to call her later and she would have a friend for me.  I took her number and put it away, finished my beer and went to the dance floor where things started heating up.   Loud ass Bachata was playing and couples where dancing very sensual.  I made my way to the floor looking to grind on a nice dominican chica ass.  I made eye contact with a nice brownskin dominican chica.  I extended my hand to her, she took it and that was all she wrote. We danced, laughed and of course she came back to the hotel.  I picked up two presidentes from the restaurant downstairs.  We made it to my room, I turned on the TV for the first time and found spanish video channel.  I was able to snap a quick camera phone pic of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JaWVikIWI/AAAAAAAAACc/tmmLLFn3Yq8/s1600-h/brownskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JaWVikIWI/AAAAAAAAACc/tmmLLFn3Yq8/s320/brownskin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134765864941527394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cutie isnt she!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;To make the long story short, we danced in my room because my Spanish isn't all that good.  So the more body language the better.  I was feeling up all over her and she responded by putting her hands under my shirt and up my back.  She also started licking my ear and that's when my manhood started to swell up.  She could tell and and reacted by grinding harder.  It wasn't too long after that we started kissing and those clothes came off man..she had on a black thong...that shit had my head spinning.  I pulled some baby oil out of my bag...rubbed all over her.  There is nothing like a shinny brownskin ass...wow..by now I was rock through my boxers and she took a handful of me into her mouth.  Seems like Dominican women are professional head givers.   After she gave me some DR brain it was time to roll her out.  I pulled out a condom and put it on....TIGHT....pull her thong to the side and rolled her out.  After a couple positions.. I felt my balls tense up...I started pounding her harder....she was screaming....I did it grimy...pulled out took off the condom and nutted on her ass.....GRIMY!  She actually spend the night...we woke up in the morning...she gave me a kiss and her number then she left.  I put her number in my bag...but something was telling me to call the waitress.....stay tunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\agtomitc\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title="" cropbottom="19656f"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182371421592987233-4610757511252774269?l=thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/feeds/4610757511252774269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182371421592987233&amp;postID=4610757511252774269" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/4610757511252774269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/4610757511252774269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGrimyTraveler/~3/GOmiqrPO3Hs/first-night-out.html" title="First Night Out!" /><author><name>THE GRIMY TRAVELER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677621819791342491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/SL12diN5KMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BnnCMLgB-TA/s1600-R/b2fb7c9983.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/R0JOBFikIRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/waVjFRYroZQ/s72-c/Funkadelic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-night-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDR3s4eCp7ImA9WB9WE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182371421592987233.post-2883701444942722955</id><published>2007-11-17T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:51:16.530-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-17T16:51:16.530-04:00</app:edited><title>TOUCH DOWN!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/Rz84gFikIII/AAAAAAAAAAc/W33ORUY6CFE/s1600-h/DR+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/Rz84gFikIII/AAAAAAAAAAc/W33ORUY6CFE/s320/DR+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133884224119775362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I touched down about an hour ago at Santo Domingo Airport.  There is nothing but ass and tities in this airport.  I already see the African influence in these women here.  They have African bodies, with the big hips and ass, very thin waist and nice bit tities; Mixed with Latin features such as the hair and facial features, very nice.  My Spanish is serviceable so I asked a cabby to take me to my hotel.  It was about a 20 min ride to my hotel.  On my way there I past a "Presidente" billboard, my buddies told me about this bear.  I made a mental note to grab a few on the way to the room.   When I arrived at my hotel everything was according to plan.  I tipped the cabby $10 USD, even though  EURO's are worth more nowadays, and checked in.  My room was nice and cozy.  I stopped at the Bar in the hotel grabbed me a few Presidente's and I went up stairs and took a nap.  I need my rest if I'm going to be rolling some things out tonight.  Stay tunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182371421592987233-2883701444942722955?l=thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/feeds/2883701444942722955/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182371421592987233&amp;postID=2883701444942722955" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/2883701444942722955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/2883701444942722955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGrimyTraveler/~3/q7H0cqZTR8A/touch-down.html" title="TOUCH DOWN!" /><author><name>THE GRIMY TRAVELER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677621819791342491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/SL12diN5KMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BnnCMLgB-TA/s1600-R/b2fb7c9983.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/Rz84gFikIII/AAAAAAAAAAc/W33ORUY6CFE/s72-c/DR+007.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/2007/11/touch-down.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MQ3gzeip7ImA9WB9WE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-182371421592987233.post-3715680178520505653</id><published>2007-11-16T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T13:03:02.682-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-17T13:03:02.682-04:00</app:edited><title>Travels of a Black Man from the UK</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's good World,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My name is Grimy, I'm a 28 year old Black Man from the UK (Of all places).  I got my passport about a year ago and boy am I excited.  I'm about to embark on a journey to new places, new countries and best of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NEW HOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;! :p  I would like to share my experiences with the world and hopefully share some insight on some issues affecting the world from my point of view.  A BLACK MAN FROM THE UK's POINT OF VIEW!  I will be very honest and very frank about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything.  If you find anything on this blog offensive, I apologize off the bat.  If you have any questions or concerns please don't hesitate to ask.  You can email me your questions or comments at &lt;a href="mailto:thegrimytraveler@gmail.com"&gt;thegrimytraveler@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;  Until then ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dominicanawomen.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/dominicanpart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.dominicanawomen.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/dominicanpart2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; will be The Dominican Republic!  I hear there are beautiful women there, can't wait.  I will give you the scoop once I touch down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/182371421592987233-3715680178520505653?l=thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/feeds/3715680178520505653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=182371421592987233&amp;postID=3715680178520505653" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/3715680178520505653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/182371421592987233/posts/default/3715680178520505653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGrimyTraveler/~3/OOsqSa7Ov9s/travels-of-black-man-from-uk.html" title="Travels of a Black Man from the UK" /><author><name>THE GRIMY TRAVELER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07677621819791342491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="22" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvYd7FyC2rg/SL12diN5KMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BnnCMLgB-TA/s1600-R/b2fb7c9983.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thegrimytraveler.blogspot.com/2007/11/travels-of-black-man-from-uk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

