Originally posted on Lost Sambista:
My girlfriend was from Florianopolis in the south of Brazil, a city known for good waves and for beautiful women. She had come to Rio together with a friend, Tania. To be honest the night we met I fancied Tania’s European look, blue eyes and big pectoral assets. Larissa was quieter, less sexual, but was more receptive at the Green Party’s party and after a successful night and a short courtship we ended up living together.
Tania was a bit too sexual, every week she appeared with a new guy: waiters, tourists, surfers, rich guys, poor guys; she was very democratic. Both the girls had come to town for the same job, subscription sales for a left wing magazine. Tania didn’t last a month there and without anywhere to stay, with drug habits, with a great sexual appetite and not knowing anyone in town she ended up in the oldest…
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