Well there are other things to do in Moscow
I had made a date for Wednesday night with a girl from the internet, a tight-bodied dark-haired beauty who’d intrigued me with her wild Caucasian eyes, pouty lips, dark skin and thin yet curvy body. In our internet chat, she’d informed me that she was a medical doctor/radiologist by profession. Knowing the radiologists only make about $200 a month in Russia and considering the eagerness in which she seemed to await our meeting, I fully expected her to be the low-maintenance easy-to-please type and in preparation for our meeting, had decided to employ a proven tactic, DRPP (dinner, rose, present, proximity):
* mid-priced dinner close to the apartment in a romantic place
* simple single rose as an initial gesture of affection and intention
* lure of a present to get her to come to apartment
* close proximity of apartment to avoid any second-guessing
More than a year ago, I had bought a bottle of Dior Addict 2 perfume for just such an occassion and had been toting it around for several months now… still not having the opportunity to give it away, or better said, not actually having yet had to. If it is clear that I am going to get what I want without a present, I will reserve it for future efforts. After all, perfume is expensive at roughly $80/bottle. Quite often, a $15 box of chocolate will do the trick and depending on the girl, would be the more appreciated gift.
My Wednesday arrival in Moscow from Sochi was met with disappointment however, as Oksana wrote me a SMS in the early afternoon cancelling our evening meeting with the excuse of “being sick”. This isn’t the first time an internet contact had gotten “sick” on me, which is usually a typical dyev ruse meaning:
* she’d gotten cold feet and is scared to meet maniac sex-crazed foreigner
* she’s got a boyfriend/husband and cannot “escape” that night
* she’s gotten a “better offer”
* she’s simply to lazy to leave the comfort of her home and enter the miserable Moscow weather, ride the metro or catch a cab
* she’s actually sick
I assumed it was the first one, she’d gotten scared, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume it was the 5th and that she was actually ill. Given the horrendous cold rainy weather currently plaguing Moscow, it seemed feasible. Dyevs, perhaps due to their skinny malnourishd bodies, seem to easily get sick… usually the flu, which sounds notoriously and particularly medeival when they pronounce it, calling it “greep”. Could also be that living like a rat in some tiny apartment with 2 other girls sharing the same toilet and kitchen and sometimes even bed is detrimental to their health.
Undaunted by her denial and ALWAYS having a plan B and C, I got on the horn and looked to drum up a replacement date, selecting Vika, an uncomplicated long-time contact who loves sex and promptly came over, in a stunning role reversal bringing a bottle of whisky and some chocolate for me. Our sexual roles returned to normal soon though, as she let me fuck her in front of the bedroom closet mirror, oohing as she watched my wet cylinder pump her in piston like fashion. After she had come several times, she’s one of those great girls that comes hard and often, she let me fuck her in her skinny ass and then blow my load in her mouth. Ass to mouth. That’s disgusting. You gotta love it.
Worn out after the previous 3-day sex-a-thon in Sochi and having just blown my load into Vika, I decided to send Vika on her way and told her I’d meet friends somewhere to watch the England-Russia football match, not revealing that I was going to that ill-reputed sex bar CF/Boarhouse. Unfortunately the ISG contacts I’d tried to reach didn’t answer their PMs, so I had to go alone… which I really hate. The game was OK, as England dominated the Russians, but CF was just the opposite, with Russians dominating the English in terms of presence. The vast majority of the male guests were actually Russians… I wonder if that is a new trend or just a by-product of the fact that they were showing football. It was probably football-related. As for the girls, I didn’t see much top talent and certainly nothing new, but it was early (about 1 am) and a football night, which are traditionally off nights at CF. In fact the hottest girl there, a super sexy short-haired brunette with a gorgeous Siberian face and absolutely fantastic tits, was with a group of Russian guys and appeared out of the game and together with one of the goons, kissing and hugging him. I would have loved to have gotten into her pants, she was one of the hottest women I had seen in ages. At some point, I decided to save my money and call it a night and go home, taking a taxi.
Two days later, in which I had been chasing a few internet contacts and despite getting 3 dates had only had one success ending in sex, I recontacted Oksana the radiologist and was surprised to find that she wanted to meet. I told her to come to Pushkin Square, but she got stuck in traffic and soon called to say she was on Leninsky Prospect in a horrible traffic jam and couldn’t come.
“Another ruse to blow me off?” I pondered.
Undaunted and deciding to call her bluff, I told her I’d come to her by metro and we could meet.
“Super!” was her surprising reply and she said she’d park her car near Oktyabryskaya metro and go to Shokoladinitsa café. “Her” car? I thought? Since she was a radiologist earning $200 a month I’d assumed she was one of the metro-riding/taxi passenger types. Maybe her parents bought it for her, I thought. It was more and more common for young women to have their own cars, often small Japanese cars like Nissan Micras or Mazda 3s.
I managed to get to the café in about 45 minutes riding the metro and found her immediately, which was no easy task since I had to decipher her text message directions which were in Russian. Sitting by the window drinking the inevitable green tea, I was very surprised. She looked much much better than in her pictures, which must have been taken about 2 years ago. About 170cm (5’6”) tall and 48kg (98 lbs) with thin legs packed in skin tight black leggings that revealed the taut curve of her ass, sporting a pretty, well-made up face, black hair with blond and red streaks that looked to cost about $300 from Toni and Guy and a firm bouncy tanned busom barely concealed by her open cut Alexander McQueen blouse….this was not what I expected. She looked less like the “Plain Jane” M.D. I’d expected are more like a hi-powered club-hopping and well-kept dyev.
Conversation ensued, revealing she could speak quite passable English, which I interjected occasionally with my steadily improving Russian. Picking up bits and pieces of the conversation, I learned:
* She’d been a cocaine-snorting club-hopping party girl three years or so ago
* She’d recently had a child, which had stimulated her sex drive.
* She was enjoying sex now for the first time in her life
* She wanted to learn English
* She didn’t work and her parents took care of her child.
* She was Chechen.
All this time her hand crept closer to mine and she was leaning across the table looking quite dreamily at me, lustfully half-closing her eyes and stimulating my loins by exposing her full breasts a bit and pouting her full, dark red-lipsticked lips. I felt hopelessly underdressed in my jeans, club shirt and casual shoes…. and would have been hopelessly embarrassed if anybody had noticed that when she stroked my hand with her warm slender fingers my dick jumped and I began to get an erection. We talked about fashion, she of course said she loved fashion and style. I lamented my casual wear and she said men can dress casual, women must dress beautiful. Works for me I thought…
We talked about clubs, drugs and sex. Sex sex sex. She loved to talk about sex. I had a 9 o’clock meeting, so with the time approaching 7 already, I decided to make the play. She asked about the location of my meeting and offered to take me there. I told her I was going to my apartment first and asked if she would kindly escort me. She also had a meeting at 9 and would be happy to escort me back to my home. Nice.
We pay and leave the café, holding hands… I pause with her to sniff at her neck and she giggles… I ask which perfume it is but it is no brand I recognize. Walking down the dirty street, which was covered with water from fall rain, we approached a row of cars parked about 5 minutes away. I look at the row of cars lined up, trying to guess which one was hers. Lada, Renault, BMW, Mazda, Ford, Toyota, Volga… She walks past them all and walks right towards the…. custom powder blue painted 2006 Mercedes C-Class.
She fiddles with her keys and pushes the electronic opening button, the cars lights flash once with a loud “clack” and we get in. She calmly tells me this is her second car, the first being a Audi TT, which she now only used on weekends, having bought the Mercedes when she was pregnant because the Audi was too small and the steering wheel had pressed against her pregnant belly. She turns on the car and as she bends over to adjust the CD player I seize the moment and kiss her neck… she bolts her head back quickly and responds like a volcano, madly kissing me and sticking her tongue down my throat as I return her kisses and start stroking her firm legs.… this chick is horny as hell.
Traffic has eased, and she drives me back to the apartment, taking about 20 minutes. Crunch time. Now or never.
I offer a massage and after initially resisting in a playful way that was obviously meant for me to continue trying, she says OK to my second attempt… escorting me upstairs and skipping the massage, we tumble onto the bed and after stripping off our clothes, we fuck madly for about 20 minutes. After a brief poke in the missionary position I notice that just like Vika, she likes the mirror and we switch to doggy, her facing the mirror and loving watching herself get fucked from behind. She’s very turned on, waving her long black hair around wildly, her tits jiggling below her slender torso. She comes loudly after a few minutes of pumping, grunting a long drawn-out screech, arching her back and reaching back to slow me down as her soaking wet pussy contracts around my rod and she gushes her warm juices… she coughs out a few exhausted moans as I slow my pace.
Resting, she final says “you finish now” which for those uniniated in Russian, doesn’t mean you should stop, but means you should come. I want to see her tits wiggle and look into her face, so we return to missionary and do what I call “the crab position” , or the “the Flying V”… but basically just an “ultra wide leg spreader”. I love to watch my dick disappear into a tight pussy and can get really deep in this position, with my arms underneath her spread legs. After a few minutes of varied pace fucking, she again contracts her pussy muscles and as I feel I am going to explode I pull out, swinging my body around and grabbing her head, forcing my dick in her mouth as I continue to jack it off, then letting her take over and suck me off… which she lustfully does, moaning and slurping as she chokes down my milky white seed.
After washing my dick off in the shower, I give her the promised massage, and as we lie in bed together she begins to babble, talking without pause. She confesses that she is very lonely and says:
“You are only the second man I have had sex with since I married my husband 3 years ago.”
MARRIED???? HUSBAND????
“Next time we smoke marijuana and have sex. I like it very much. I like orgasm with you and want marijuana sex.”
MARRIED???? HUSBAND????
“After baby, I feel I like sex for first time. When I was a girl I used to go to clubs every weekend and meet men. I did not like sex. Now after baby, I like. I want.”
MARRIED???? HUSBAND????
I ask her about her husband, remaining calm as if I knew already.
“He is very rich man. You know he is manager of famous restaurants in Moscow. I was ‘vernaya’ to him. What is ‘vernaya’ in English?”
“Faithful” I say.
“Yes, faithful. I come from Kavkas. You know, we cannot have sex with other men. Our families, our fathers and brothers are very…”
Then she says some Russian word I don’t recognize, but assume means something like “prone to cut the dick off of any man that touches their women”.
“My husband now does not want me. I don’t like sex with him anymore. He has sex with many many girls. You know, models? They come to his restaurants and he gives them his, how you say, ‘visit card’. His telephone number is on it. They ALWAYS call back” She smiles sheepishly and then frowns.
She says she is jealous and wants to leave him, but can’t. She can’t imagine only earning 5000 rubles a month again and living with her parents again, even though they are also quite rich. It is comfortable life she says. She does not want to work. She sighs.
She says she likes me again, looking away. She wants to have sex with me again.
She doesn’t say she wants to go to dinner. She doesn’t say she wants to talk to me. She doesn’t say she wants to have a relationship with me. She says she wants to have SEX with me. When will I come back to Moscow, she asks.
I lie and say “3 weeks from now”.
“3 weeks!?” she says, stunned. “Oooo, dolga! Budu ochen skuchat.“ She coos. „I hope I am still without man then. You write me, OK?”
I’m her sex toy, her Alfons. Ah the glory of the internet.
We lie silently for a minute and suddenly she jumps up, as one does when one oversleeps. She looks at her Cartier watch and says she has to go. She quickly showers and redresses, fixes her makeup and hair and I escort her to her car. We kiss some more lightly, as she doesn’t want to mess up her lipstick in a “compromising” way. Then with a wave she leaves, having only been in my apartment for about 1 hour.
Somehow I already know I will never see her again. It’s better that way.
I return back inside, shower and leave the apartment, leaving to meet my ex-girlfriend, who has just divorced her millionaire husband and is moving to London. She wants some sex before leaving to begin her new life. Fucking Oksana has made me even more randy, I can’t wait to tear my ex apart.
As I walk down the stairs to the metro, passing the crowds of young people on Pushkin Square getting drunk of “Hooch” and “Jaguar” and other disgusting but potent drinks I once again realize that there is no place like Moscow, with its perverted sexual games, its corrupting and endless money, its somber mood punctuated by wild passions and countless infidelities.
In Moscow, it’s good to be a man.
Just arrived in Moscow for a week
Hi all,
Just arrived in Moscow for a week, business and pleasure this time!!
I've lined up a few contact numbers from the dating sites so I'm going to see how this goes. I've got a couple of good mates who live here who will fill me in on the various clubs. I'll report my experience and also if I achieve any decent photos!
All the best,
Internationalxxx
New Massage Parlour in Moscow
Gentlemen,
I was in Moscow last month and I was interested in a massage with happy ending. I have tried to follow the excellent instructions of “passepartout” in his post of 22.7.07.
Here is my feedback/contribution. I tried to find the massage salon he mentioned that was located at Metro Slovenskaya. I called a couple of times, but since I do not speak Russian and the lady answering spoke only Russian, we did not communicate very well. My Russian was not good enough to follow what she was saying. So I went there, rang the bell and nada.
That touched my Boy Scout honour and I decided to try a different route. I asked the lady at reception at my (respectable) hotel to call this number and please get me directions. She did without blinking an eyelid. Not sure if she knew what was going on or if this happens lot. Whatever, it worked, though finding the place was more tricky then I thought.
The place has moved to a new location. It is Novinsky boulevard, right next to the US consulate. Find No 25 Novinsky Boulevard (it is the big Ring in Moscow and that section is called Novinsky Bvl). When you stand in front of No25, the big building to your left is the US consulate (or Embassy?). Between these building there is a footpath leading to three buildings. The entrance to the place is in the third house. It took me a while to figure out. Do not be put off by the Russian soldiers walking by regularly, they are protecting the embassy. Also the path is quite dark, but no problem.
You go to the third house/entrance. Then press 145 and press enter. A lady answers, you say massage, she answers with “da” (hopefully) or mojna niet (not yet). Then the door buzzer sounds and in you go. It is apartment 45 up on the 5th floor (no elevator). The mam-san opens the door. Shoes off and I was led into the reception room. Nice sofa, a drink was offered. The whole place looked classy, elegant and clean. Interior design reminiscent of Arabian harem. Quite nice…
Then in filed three Russian beauties dressed in sexywear. They did not smile a lot, but looked great. I picked one. The mama-san (not bad looking herself) asked me if I wanted 1 or 2 hours. I took 1 and she typed the price on her calculator: 1,200 roubles. What a bargain!
My girls took me by the hand and led me to another room. Big bed, candles burning, clean smell, classy as I said. She then asked (in Russian) “douche?” to which I said yes. Undress, towel wrap, corridor, shower, back in room. She then started an erotic massage on my back with body slide right away. I thought if you do that for an hour you will be tired. However, who am I to complain? Great job, flip around and very nice hand job/breast job. Interesting technique on this.
She then cleaned me up and asked “massage” to which I said “da”. She was also a very good masseuse! Nice oil/Swedish massage for another 30m.
Ended with another shower, tipped girl 300 roubles and was escorted out by mama-san.
All in all a great experience and highly recommended. The Russian language would help, but with a smile and some sign language it can easily be overcome.
Happy hunting!
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