2005 Moscow Reports

[Ludovico]

doc,

sounds like you had some fun! i just hope for your sake that you don't end up with acid flashbacks of those bits that you don't remember. visions of being raped by some ex-soviet shot-putter, with more facial hair than santa and a clit bigger than your dick could prove to be traumatising for your mental state.

truth be told though, women have been known to use rohypnol to rob male suitors. in fact there was a lady convicted of this offense in london about a month ago. the fact that you had a friend there in the guise of ca t, probably helped you. you have probably learnt the hard way that you should always buy bottled beer and keep an eye on it at all times.

the fact is not all dyevs are interested in going back to your place for a baily's and a night of passion with casonova. it pays to be careful where-ever you are in the world!

[Doctor_Skank]

love it or hate it, chesterfields (or as it is commonly known cf, chester or doug and marty's boar house) is a moscow mecca, or an icon, or even an eyesore... but most usually just a black hole. a black hole that sucks in expats of all national origins races and colors, for better or worse...

i have developed a sort of indifference to cf. the rumours that it may be razed to make way for a casino do not worry me too much. as if that is just what moscow needed.. another fucking casino. lets petition luzhkov. what moscow needs is more *****s, better-looking and better-priced ones... and most of all, more places to pick them up. but who is listening to me anyway?

given my indifference however, i should really like that place more than i do. i have had some great pro experiences there... mixed in with several average ones... but rarely could i actually complain about what i got. and when i did get something unsatisfactory, it was usually modf. my own damn fault.

sure there are the price issues… you actually have to talk the girls down to $100 now… even 18 months ago it was the standard price, no questions asked. now it seems $150 is a more realistic price… which is still better than paying $150 for the trash the tochkas have largely reduced themselves to, but makes you wonder if choosing something tastier from the internet for the same price or less might be the better option… or maybe adding $50 and shelling out $200 at night flight for something at least superficially more upscale… not to mention the $200+ yet delicious and highly reputed shandra, safari lodge and oh la la options. big bro ajs $4000 5 babe sex a thon? that’s what its all about, but beyond what i am willing to pay. does conjure up images of supreme debauchery though… way to go man!

but cf does have its charms on occasional odd nights. aside from the pros, i've even taken home numerous normal girls from there, some of remarkable quality. it is a simple technique. if she looks too cute, nice and innocent to be there, then she really is in the wrong place. and i rescue her from herself.

but on this weekend i wasn’t interested in paying for women or making an effort to pick up a freebie… i just wanted to watch the super bowl. little did i know at the time, but cf would decide to toy with me on this sunday and in doing so, set me off on an adventurous 48 hour roller coaster ride through the space and time continium which i still have yet to truly understand or fathom.

it began on super bowl sunday, that day in which the american football championship is
held. of course it is every american's patriotic duty to watch the super bowl, even if one doesn’t like sports. i do like sports and love the super bowl... even though when watching it in europe one has to stay up impossibly late... in this case kick off was at 02:30am.
so sometime shortly after midnight i made my way to chesterfields. actually i had watched the super bowl at chesterfields last year too... and also had a weird experience. i am already booking my sunday there for next year.

still, before people come to party at cf on super bowl sunday, i must warn you. chesterfields on super bowl sunday sucks. it really does. there is low ***** turn out because they know the only people there on this night are going to be americans who actually stay up to watch this overly-hyped and hopelessly long game, clueless unfortunate europeans who didnt know that this sunday was somehow cursed and the usual motely crue of idiots sans frontiers house clowns… if you’ve been to cf more than twice you’ll recognize them. they are fun to watch the first few times… but after you’ve been there a few times over the course of a year you realize that they are always there and you wonder if moscow state u has some sort of dorm complex in the back for wayward students and unemployed foreigners without enough money to fly home.

anyway, i arrive and the club is half dead. thankfully ca_t is there, even though he is already half way out the door and strongly considering heading off to greener pastures, namely his new favorite haunt safari lodge. we talk shop over something that remarkably actually resembles american bar food and he springs the shocking news that he is goin' back to cali.

wish him all the best and his family health. what he has meant to this forum is known to all and i value his friendship, wisdom and advice.

on this night he is not all that interested in watching the super bowl, and he threatens to leave... but thankfully a few surprisingly decent non-pro girls did trickle in and the spirit of super bowl sunday induced him to stick around.

at this point i am actually quite drained from a marathon st.pete adventure during the previous 4 days with roger mellie in which we redefined clubbing to an art form.. and nearly destroyed our bodies in the process. our livers have been reportedly found behind the speakers at magrib. must have left them there when they ceased to function.

so i have decided to take it easy in moscow on this sunday. ha ha. the game didnt start until 02:30 in the morning, so we waited and danced a bit and drank a bit and talked shop. ca_t was raving about the strip clubs, so much so that i decided to put them back on my to do list after a long hiatus.

returning from the dance floor after a brief and largely uninspired dance, i pick up my beer, a stary milnik from tap, and notice the foam looks funny. kind of yellow on the top instead of white. i think it is probably just the bad light in the club and drink the beer anyway. a poor decision. about 20 minutes later i feel like the life has been drained out of me. like a vampire had sucked out my will to live. i can barely stand, my arms are heavy and my legs are weak. i can almost not speak... i slur my speech and suddenly look really drunk, even though i only had a beer or three. i go up to a girl i am interested in and mumble "mmmfga jksig nnnmmm". she looks at me like i am from another planet, one that she never cares to visit. i realize that i am shot. i go to ca_t and tell him that i am really "wasted" and tired and must go home immediately. the look on his face is one of shock. sure he has seen me drunk before... even really wasted... but never this bad. i assume it is the exhaustion from st.pete combined with a few drinks and tell him that i have to go home. i am wrong with my diagnosis.

so i stumble out to the taxi driver and tell him to take me home. my brain is no longer working correctly. i dont know how i told him where to go, but somehow we are headed the right way on the garden ring. when we get reasonably close to my apartment i suddenly tell him to stop in let me out. i have become paranoid. i dont want him to know where i live or put myself in a situation where he could try to to force himself into my apartment. i am beginning to realize that something is very wrong, very abnormal. this isn’t simple drunkeness. i get out, paying him 150 rubles. unfortunately my dysfunctional brain made me get out at the wrong location. same general area as my apartment but about 20 minutes by foot from my apartment... and it is about -20 outside. i am slowly freezing to death, but dont feel anything of course. i am linkin park numb. had i passed out there and gone to sleep in this weather i certainly would have gotten frost bite at best, at worst frozen to death or been mugged. or if i was lucky, been picked up by the militia and sent into the holding tank with the vodka *****s and the bomzhi. would make for an interesting short story but a disturbing prospect in retrospect.

but i am still functioning somewhat, albeit like a robot. i somehow make it home, taking backstreets to avoid the militia, whom i dont want to meet in this condition. at this hour anybody walking alone along the street will be questioned by the militia.

somehow i get in the apartment, how did i remember the door entry code? at home, i collapse fully clothed on to my bed and sleep very very deeply. comatose without the tubes.

i awake the next day at 11. luckily for me, i was clever enough to schedule my first biz appointment at 1 pm. i quickly don my hugo boss suit and attempt to polish my shoes, pausing ever few seconds to collect myself. i am seriously fucked up. unfortunately my destination is himki, that remote and hopeless suburb of moscow, the one you pass on the way into town from sheremetyevo.. but somehow i make it out there. i meet the customer. we discuss business. i pull myself together as best possible. amazingly enough, the meeting goes well, even though i am like a zombie. to this day, i still dont know what we discussed or how i got to the appointment. i dont know how i got back or what i did that afternoon. follow up emails confirmed that the meeting was a success, but i must have been on autopilot because i don’t remember a fucking thing. not even what the guy looked like.

that evening i met another business partner, a friend of mine, and had dinner. i dont remember where we ate, what i ate, how i got there or how i got back. i have no idea what we talked about. it is gone. the memory erased.

little pieces of what occurred are coming back slowly with time, but only very slowly.

no, it wasn’t simple drunkenness the night before.

i piece together the puzzle a bit and realize what has happened. somebody had drugged me, slipped me a mickey. somebody put a strong narcotic into my beer.. maybe some leftover nerve gas from the nord-ost hostage "rescue"? why they did it i dont know. i assume it was to rob me, or maybe done out of spite or maybe some creep had drugged the wrong beer and had instead hoped to drag a helpless unconscious girl home. who knows. not me.

that night, i go to meet shos at cf. i feel recovered, but obviously am not. at first the club security doesnt want to let me in, saying that i am drunk. club security at cf is out of control. totally goonish, they have the “security fee” racket in hand. either nothing can be done about it, or nothing is being done about it. but it seems to have stuck. so add 500 rubles to any price the pros quote you. fucking sucks. anyway, the goons are off target. i havent had anything to drink yet... i just look strangely distant. the iwo jima 1000 yard stare. they let me in after i produce my passport and start making some sense. inside we drink and dance. my good friend shos looks at me and realizes something is wrong. i tell him and my other friends there the story of my drugging, everybody is in shock. the drugging of expats is an occasional occurrence, but very rare. or so i thought.

i notice that i still am not functioning correctly. my eyes look like zombie eyes. the drug is still affecting me. shos will have to remind me of what we did that night, because i simply dont remember most of it. did we go to paris life and then return to cf? no idea. hit another club? i don’t know. but somehow we did end up at cf in the end and we started chatting up two girls. one of them reminded me of the girl i wanted to fuck in high school but never did, so i move on her. speaks only russian. good, i wanted to practice my russian anyway. that is all i remember about that night. don’t remember going home, don’t remember any details about anything.

the next morning i wake up in bed with the two girls from cf. i dont know their names. i really dont know how i got there or how and why i ended up with them. i look around the room. mtv rossia is still on the television. condom packages on the floor. an empty bottle of soviet champagne is next to the television. there are some glasses with juice lying next to the bed. what the fuck happened that night? i wish i knew, because it looks like i had a lot of fun!

it is about 11 am. i prop myself up and look in somewhat amused amazement at the two nude snoring “princesses” lying next to me. supple young bodies and undeniably cetf, but still i want to kick the girls out and attempt to resurrect myself and the day… but i cant find the key to the apartment. i must have hidden it somewhere in a paranoid measure to make it difficult for the girls to steal something from me or maybe john bobbit my cock and throw it out the window. i underestimated the girls again. if they wanted to, they could have. my cock is still attached and thanks to the fucking cialis i took, it would jump to attention if i even so much as thought about sex. i was a corpse, nothing more….nothing less. but still a sexually potent one.

somehow this fucking “date [CodeWord123]” drug, even after more than 24 hours, is still affecting me. making me both a bit paranoid and slow thinking but somehow fantastically wild. i finally and inexplicably find the key in a worn adidas shoe and kick the girls out, giving them 100 rubles for cigarettes. they’ll buy parliament…all tramps do. they were actually quite nice girls and not true tramps, at least cute and young, but i really dont want to see them now. we exchange phone numbers and i enter them into my nokia phone as girl1 and girl2 since i dont know their names and am too embarassed to ask. i remember one was from latvia, but that is all i know. i forgot their ages as well, but i assume they were about 18.

i shower and change clothes and briefly meet my only true current gf… katya… at stereo cafe, one of my favorite places. i send katya away after about 1 hour, since i am supposed to meet another girl i met on the internet in a few minutes. i dont know why i want to meet this new girl, but i do anyway. she seemed really interested in meeting me. i am still totally out of it... not functioning normally.

i meet the girl, olessia, at mcdonalds and lacking another idea, i take her back to my apartment. it is a brilliant move. we all know that all that really matters in seducing women is getting them back to your apartment. every russian girl knows that once she goes back to your apartment, she has unofficially agreed to fuck you. ok, it doesn’t always work out that way… but almost always.

olessia looks better than her icq photo… young and thin, with green slightly oriental eyes. vaguely penelope cruz-esque without the odd ugliness, she exudes an unexplored sexual nature.

she seems nervous. she is 18. we go to my kitchen and i offer her a drink. she doesnt want one. i do. baileys. fucking standard chick drink that every fridge should stock, but its all i have and it tastes good.

we talk. i am very nice to her. calm. even though i know she is interested i am not aggressive and not pushing the issue. not attempting to weave any web of innocent deceit and half-truths. i even tell her to be careful with foreign men, even men like me, to not fall in love with them just because they are initially interesting. i tell her to not to fall in love with me because i will just go away all the time and it is impossible for a foreigner, young and with a bit of money, to have just one girlfriend in moscow. even though it isnt entirely true (i once did have a serious girlfriend in moscow and i was faithful to her because she gave me everything i needed and more)... i still tell her this, because it is true 95% of the time. she seems impressed by my honesty, yet seems very naive. i am doing my best to keep her from being interested in me. it is an odd situation, as normally i would just jump on her. she is cute and 18. that usually works for me.

she then says "i must warn you, i am a virgin". i am not surprised, she seems so uncertain. i hold her hand a bit and after a short while i see that she really wants me so we begin to kiss... at least i think we did. i dont remember much really. but i do remember that a short time later she asks if i have a condom.

at this point i seem to understand her... like she is on a mission to lose her virginity. i have only "known" her for 1 hour. of course i am not going to disappoint her and traumatize her with rejection... and of course i think if some one must do it, then it should be me since i will try to do a good job...

so we do it. she struggles and her inexperience is evident (she confessed that she had only ever kissed a boy once), but remarkably the "event" is very nice, very sweet and she seems to enjoy it and be happy with it. no orgasm on her part, but that will come with time. do girls ever orgasm the first time? that must be the ultimate male achievement, to bring a virgin to orgasm. but it didn’t happen this day. she was a bit cautious, conservative and scared of course, but i’ll continue my instruction at a later date. she’ll come around. she has a lot to learn and i love to teach. she’s my new project.

circumstance restricts me from another lesson though. within about an hour i must send her home. another date is due to arrive.

i quickly clean the apartment a bit and oksana arrives.

oksana is a girl i met some time ago, but with whom i didn’t expect much continuation as she has a dutch boyfriend with whom she is supposedly serious. when we met, we made out like bandits and groped each other and danced like brazilians at carneval… but on that initial encounter her friends watched us like hawks and kept “reminding” me and her that she has a boyfriend.

nonetheless, i maintained contact and our attraction was really too strong to be denied.

oksana is a different creature when she is alone and says she wants me as a lover even though she has a boyfriend. i want her in theory but by this time i am absolutely drained sexually. i really wonder if i can muster up the strength to "service" oksana but i know i can't say no and send her away sans sex at this point, because if i do i may never get the chance again to enter such an ideal relationship... cute and sexy girl who has boyfriend and doesnt want to have a relationship but does want sex... and lots of it. i dawns on me that i am out of c. thankfully she has a great body, with very nice tits and a great figure… and her attitude is perfect she calls herself my "naughty girl" and likes me to treat her like... a naughty girl. lots of slapping and debauchery. it really is ideal. exactly what i adore. so i have to do it, and do. we fuck and it takes forever, but i finally finish.

shortly thereafter, i send her home and i have a few minutes to reflect on who i am and where i am. i really am not sure.

i still really am like a robot or a zombie or a banshee or something because i am not really controlling myself... but admittedly i am having a wonderful time... even though i "forgot" to go to work or have meetings on this glorious tuesday..

about 2 hours later, i try to kill the drug by drowning it in alcohol. unsuccessfully.

that night, i go out again with shos again and we hit 5 or 6 clubs. on a tuesday night. papa johns, parizhskaya zhizn, cf, nf and some others… i don’t remember much. but i do remember that i am not interested in meeting girls because quite frankly i have tortured my "tool" with too much sex and it hurts...

we party all night and have many adventures... a few images remain… the hopelessness of papa johns (latin and spanish guys, tuesday at pj is your market! girls want to samba! go there! but the rest of us can forget it!)., the joy in talking nf *****s down to $150 and then dumping them there at the bar, arguing with pathetic yet significantly problematic feis control goons, the defeat in going home alone… it is all good and a part of moscow, that fucking horribly wonderful town… but come morning… alas… my adventure ends...

so if you are in cf, do keep a good eye on your beer… you’d probably like to avoid getting drugged. although in retrospect, it really didn’t turn out that bad for me after all…

moscow is a overpriced megapolis. but still some kind of paradise.

[Big Bro AJ]

Anything/everything is possible at Shandra. To be honest I prefer to have fun at Shandra. It might be a little bit expensive than others but definetly full horny model taype babes.

1 round sex and erotic dancing is the deal for the rpivate rooms. It is almost impossible to leave the private room without sex.

Rule number one always talk with the girl, ask her what will be included.
Rule number two make sure she understands what you want.

1 hour private room $70, 1 hour time of girl w. 2 rounds of sex and erotic dancing $200.

My buddies and I spent couple of hours at the private room and at the end of the night we went to our place with the girls. We were at the big room 3 guys and 5 girls, in total it cost us $4000.

As long as you have enough green($$) everything is at your service.

But I don't adivce you to eat at Shandra, prices are too high and food is OK; but dinner at NF and a little chill out at the bar is a must see in Moscow.

I will be in Moscow for the weekend(it's just 2,50 hours flight from İstanbul) to visit friends and chill out at NF.

Moscow is an open city full of oppotunities and bad surprises. You always have to watch yourself.

Have fun-be safe.

AJ

[It Travel]

Just some new things on Moscow.

See the pictures, in pictures section, Julia is the tall blonde, and Alisa (Diana) is the brown petite.

You will find she at www.intimcity.ru, whic is not a bad site at all.

In such a big city I’m always a little bit afraid for tochas. So last time I went I had some free time, and decided some partying with my friend Diana, now called Alisa.
In the morning we decided that she would be at my hotel (I live in the outskirts so when doing my “business” I do not meet anybody I know in the lobby) at 9 pm with her friend Julia, and they will stay up to 11-12 am next day.

So the total “damage” was around 11.000 roubles, including:

Taxi for girls;

Bribe they were officially registered, I prefer always so on ground I have so many valuables with me;

Food (with good lamb splits) and drink (red wine and vodka also) for three in the room by my favourite Georgian friend (owning a bar in the hotel);

Unlimited fucking (covered) in any hole;

Unlimited real lesbian show (getting wet with hard clito!).

Of course the girls are not 10’s, they are 6’s in my graduation, but very willing, I think they are worth the money. The best was two different chapters, one before dinner and one in the morning.

First approximately one hour of real lesbian show, with two erected clitos a dildo entering in every hole (they are living together…) and then a turnaround fuck, while I was anally shafting Alisa (Diana) in an unusual way: staying still, she in doggy shafting herself, and… my balls in Julias mouth… MMMMMM. Like paradise.

The other good moment was in the morning, as usual I sleep very little and get up early, so the girls where still sleeping. So I wake up them, the objective was Julia’s tight rear entrance.

Diana was licking her clito.. se was all wet and I started fucking her missionary, wile Diana was kissing me with pussy taste in the mouth, I just realized… I lifted up Julias legs well over my shoulders. I was rock hard. And just shafted her right to the bottom of the cock. Diana was leafing and I could se pain and also some pleasure on Julias face, deeply anal pounded!

Next time I told the I will bring some toys… anal plugs, strapons, etc. Perhaps making new pictures.

I must say that sitting in a comfortable armchair eating good food (I had some caviar and vodka in the fridge) and looking two girls making love on your own bed is one of the best I know. Because you area aware that you can just jump in the situation when you like! Perhaps next time I will get a third girl for a BBBJ while looking, but in that case it must be with CIM or COF and eventually swallowing.

I managed to come, I suppose, eight times (with help of two Viagra 50 mg) from 9 pm to 12 am was the final timing issue. I had to rest next day!

[Roger Mellie]

Pity to hear about you leaving CAT. Hope all works out for you in CA. Somehow I think you are going to miss it all before too long. Keep in touch.

As for strip clubs, I checked out Oh La La and Shandra in December and Shandra won hands down. My buddy had the same 2500 ripoff at OLL as you mate, and the standard of girls and the friendliness of them was not comparible. OLL is no longer on my approved list. I should have notified you boys. Apologies.

Shandra on the other hand was super. More girls. Better girls. Happier girls. Same 100 ruble dances. I had a blowjob and titfuck, 40 mins for 1500, while my buddy paid 2500 for the best pro poke he says he has ever had, from an 18 year old siberian wench.

[Cruiser D]

WARNING... WARNING... IF YOU do not want to think about the bad things that can happen in this "hobby"... DO NOT READ THIS THREAD!

(bulk of messaged deleted..)

Sounds like a combo of HPV and HSV. Genital warts and herpes.

Not too bum you out too much, but both of which can also be found in her oral cavity - I hope you have a dental mirror to go along with your pen light.

And not too bum anyone out too much in general, but if you engage in unprotected sex with girls who often engage in unprotected sex with multiple partners (prostitutes), including BBBJ's your chances of have either or both (possibly with no outward symptoms) is a lot higher then you would hope to think.

The only safe sex is no sex. After that is just varying degrees of risk. If you think we are engaging in a low risk hobby you are just kidding yourself.

[CA Traveler]

Hi All,
Although the forum has been up and down lately, I want to let every one know of a pending change in my situation in Moscow...

Over the past few months, I've been dealing with some problems with the health of one of my family members back in CA. So last month, I made a decision that it would be impossible for me to continue operating my business here in Moscow. So, I decided that the best thing would be to sell it with the hope that it would continue in its present state and continue to grow and still provide a service to all of my friends and fellow mongers.

SO, I'm making this post for two reasons... One to let everyone know the situation at one time so I don't have to rehash the situtation several hundred times over the next year.

Secondly, and most importantly, to thank all of you who have supported me and my efforts over the past year. I've had a ball partying with all of you and those memories and friendships are the most important things that I take away from this experience.

Although I'm headed to Paris tomorrow for a few days exploring the sex clubs with guido, I'll be in Moscow until early March. If anyone is around, and we can get on the board, let me know via PM and maybe we can hook up for some Moscow 'xplorin'.

[CA Traveler]

strav... Safari has bedrooms available. The conversations take place in Eng/RU or something in between. I actually went back for my little blonde several times. Returned last night and decided to change flavors and chose a different blonde. There were actually so many keepers last night that I had a hard time making up my mind.

Also, guido and I went to Shandra a couple of nights ago. Very nice place. Good quality girls. Many rooms to get lost in and the pricing is the same as Safari and OLL. I liked the place and the restaurant looked like fun with all of the girls around. I still rate SL as the best, but Shandra seemed better than OLL.

[Stravinsky]

CA Traveler,

молодец!

Thanks for your excellent post on Oh La La and Safari. Lap dancing is my favorite spectator sport. Sounds as if the dyefki in Moscow are much more hands on than the girls here at home.

It's ironic, but there does seem to be a sort of "political correctness" that has descended on some parts of the WSG, about who to fuck and how much to pay. I say screw 'em. You're the one who's out there doing it and has the consideration to take the time necessary to pass that info on to the rest of us. What you do with your money is nobody's business anyway.

Actually, 150 USD for an hour of sex is not that much out of line. The local h@mbres report paying 50 to 100 USD for the internet dyefki, and most of them are probably not up to the level of the club girls. So 300 for 2 hours of the time of your life is actually quite reasonable.

I'm curious about a couple things. At Safari, I assume that there are private rooms (or do you just do 'er on the bar?). How are they furnished? Also, all the conversations you had with the dyefki in the clubs, were those in English, Russian, or a combination of the two?

счастливо,

Stravinsky

[Bez Bezarra]

Well, let's just say you're not alone here CAT.

Or should we call you Cauliflower Traveller?

Anyway, yes, had the similar experience in Candyland with a
perfectly normal healthy,(on appearance), looking dyev.

A good fun soapy scrubby experience TOGETHER is, I know, not
always possible, but it can be very revealing.

Techniques all being modified, her strange small red-bump-
covered torso immediately caused me to be horrified and
mystified. Being a common-sewer of poor white trailer park trash,
(yes, I fall in love at least once with every trip to K-Mart), I
can admit to seeing some oddities before, but never saw this
variety of "cauli-" flora.

Of course, CaT, you left out the most interesting part of
the "Twilight Zone" girl experience. That's the conversation
that begins once you pinch yourself and realize she's not just
a bad-sushi induced nightmare, she's real. So your mind twists
and turns and you blurt out something pathetic like, " Hmmm,
what's this you have here, eh? Hmmm, maybe it might be best
if we just be friends. Hmmm, did your physician ever say anything
to you about this? Oh, you never went to clinic, well, sure, that's
all right. Maybe you go tomorrow, no?

Then other scary thoughts come into your brain, like
how many dumb toothless schmucks has she cross-polinated,
not to mention the piece of shit that did this to her in the first place.
Makes you stop and take measure that all's just not so well and
sugar sweet in what you thought was a land of candy.

One other thing CaT, you warn about don't let her wet stuff touch
your wet stuff, but you already said she was smoking your baloney
in the dark BEFORE you reached for your trusty key-chain flash light.

As I learned when I was just wee lad, from the Man in the
Motel 6 commercial, "We'll leave a light on for ya!"

[CA Traveler]

WARNING... WARNING... IF YOU do not want to think about the bad things that can happen in this "hobby"... DO NOT READ THIS THREAD!

Went on a tochka run last night. As we picked up the car, I felt like it was going to be a long run because of all of the bad reports of tochkas lately.
However, the first line-up we pulled into they were showing off the 4,500 rubles girls. Didn't see anything worth having, so I asked for the 3.000 ruble girls. I immediately saw her... blond, slim and trim and, for those of you who know me, my favorite... innocent looking. I almost clubbed my friend and fellow CA monger, guido, so I paid my money and we make a clean get-away back to the doma. No militicia... no traffic accidents... Life is good!

Get back home, I'm in absolutely no hurry... She's thirsty? No problem. She's hungry? No problem. Ask how old... 18! PERFECT!

Finally, as she eats, I shower and then suggest that she showers. She comes out and I am in heaven!!! Just exactly what I wanted to get my juices going and to re-validate the viability of the tochka and the sexuality of the Russian female form.

As we enter the bed, I'm continually thanking my lucky stars... perfect little body... EXACTLY what I like!

First, I allowed her the priviledge of going down on me for a while before I turned her over for a massage to savor the beauty of what I have but also to perform my personal checks before proceeding.

FYI, as a routine, I always give them a massage so that I can do the mandatory "bump" check of her moist areas, of course not expecting to find anything except smooth goings. However, things felt a little rough in some places that they shouldn't have been. Then... much to my dismay... I fell something in the nether regions in passing that really felt weird! Not wanting to turn on the overhead light... I pulled out my trusty little LED flashlight that I put on most of my keyrings and while still massaging... Gave it a little spotlight action... I saw something that would make Sigourney Weaver faint and make the author's of "All You Ever Wanted to Know About Genital Warts, But Were Afraid to Ask" salivate over the future photo section addition to their second edition!

Not only was her vagina covered around the edges... Her butt cheeks and her crack was almost fused together with this huge scaly growth that looked like the precursor to cole slaw or sauerkraut . I almost dropped my little flashlight!

As I look back on this incident... It is truly amazing that I didn't literally dive right into a muff sandwich... Of course, then I would have had the surprise of my life and would not have been quite as calm about the whole thing as I pretend to be now!

It is one thing to get a little "drippy dick" and you go to the doc to get it cleared up before you head home, BUT it would be a totally different scenerio to get off of the airplane with a "califlower" strapped on to your asshole... PERMANENTLY!

Now, this is not a pleasant story and like the one that I wrote a couple of years ago when I posted about a similar, BUT VERY MINOR, incident with finding GW in another girl... it is very scary. This should be a reminder that you owe it to yourself to find out about GW and then to make some routine checks or else you could become known around the "hood" as CB.... "Califlower Butt"

Now, you've heard the story... You know the problem... You need to understand the solution...

If you are interested, please don't PM me asking for more details. I only tell this story as a Public Service. Go to www.cdc.gov and click on STD and read all about GW or HPV. Then, find yourself a nice, clean vagina to play in and turn off the lights and educate your fingers, on both hands, to every square millimeter of that baby. Of course, some will feel differently but as most of you know they are generally smooth. All of a sudden if you get into a strange situation and you find one or more bumps that you don't remember... I strongly suggest taking a look at it. The little LED flashlights, which are available at any outdoors store, don't intimidate anyone and if asked you can always say that you are just admiring her beauty up close. Then, if you see something that doesn't look normal... You'd better tread VERY lightly AND make sure that none of her "wetness" touches your bare skin and especially any of your "wet" areas, including your mouth, penis or anus.

[CA Traveler]

ok... i admit it! i've been lazy and i haven't been contributing much, of course in the last month... no one has been, so here's a bit of information that is new to me but maybe not new to everyone else...

everyone who knows me knows that i'm not much of a strip/lap dance club fan. i never saw the point of spending good rubles for some chick to wiggle her body on you for a few minutes when you could spend just a little more and spend the night with a similar ee babe.

however, just to take one for the team, i forced myself to accompany a friend, guido888, to both oh la la and safari lodge over the past three nights. i've been to safari once and oll was a new experience for me. turned out i had a great time at oll so tonight we decided to hit safari to do a "taste test" comparison.

everything i had heard about oll beforehand told me that it would be the hands down favorite. however, before i get too carried away with the descriptions of these two clubs let me say that there are probably ten or twenty other clubs in moscow that have labeled themselves "upper class" which equates to 1,000 ruble lapdances instead of 100 ruble dances. granted the girls are top notch, but to be honest from my one experience at platinum, sans lap dances, i'm not sure that i'd shell out 1,000 rubles for a lapdance from anyone in the world.

that said, first night at oll, we were swarmed by beautiful girls... some immediately offered sex and others wanted a private dance... sometimes stipulating "no sex". private dances were 2,500 rubles. novice that i was i had a very hot chick who i seemed to be connecting with and so i laid out the 2.5 for the pd... unfortunately, i failed ask the universal question... "sex?" so, first lesson is that you "pay for an education". second lesson is that you do not go for a private dance without asking if sex is included!

so, back i go, after following the girl around the club for 10 minutes for my 500 ruble change. "no fuckee... no tippee"

finally, beautiful slim brunette managed to get me worked up and asked if i wanted a pd... now, i didn't just fall off of the turnip truck, so i ask... sex? da! she wants 3,000 rubles. unfortunately, i'm pretty much rubled out at this point, so i countered with sto dollars which she accepted and off we went. sex was very good, but it was far from gfe, and i was soon back on the couch drinking my beer. then, surprisingly i strike up a conversation with a really cute dancer and after a very passion filled ld, we continued to talk... long story but we are going dancing tomorrow night.

turned out to be a very good evening with a very important lesson learned.

tonight, we went to sl for dinner and then went down to the club. place was packed with beautiful girls who really got into their jobs! out of maybe 10 only one offered sex with a private dance, but she was hot and it was difficult to turn down, but it was very early. so, the next girl really clicked with me, goose-bumps on one side while nibbling her neck and just to be sure, goose-bumps on the other side as well got my attention, and she offered a private dance, but no sex... just very erotic. so, not learning my lesson off we go for 2,000 rubles... spent most of the pd munching down on her beautiful trimmed snatch.

afterwards i stood around and drank my beer and rested a little... but began to make eye contact with a beautiful blonde, trim with a beautiful body who had been sitting there all night. finally, i went over and asked her why she isn't dancing... "i'm only here for sex" (stupid asshole... i say to myself!) so, i asked how much, 3,000 for one half-hour and 4,500 for one-hour. i countered with $100 for 1/2 hour and $150 for 1 hour. i told her i would give her a $10 tip if it was good. so, off we go...

now before i finish my story, i want to say up front that i spent way too much and i know it and after my time with her... i do not give a shit what any asshole from the sudan or niger or iran thread says about it!

now that that is off my chest, over the next hour, we had the almost if not the best gfe sex that i have ever experienced. i know... i know... i need to get out more and have new experiences so i don't blow my experiences out of proportion, but it was abso-fucking-lutely mind blowing sex!!! unfortunatly, time ran out way too early for this to be over... so, i peeled off a ben and a half and here we go again... i know... i know... flame me if you choose, but you had to be there to understand!

when it was all over, i truly felt like i had been "rode hard and put up wet" as i crawled out to the door to try to find guido. of course, after the first hour and a half he thought i'd died and good friend that he is... he went home instead of looking for a de-fib machine!

so, if i didn't say it... sl is hot! oll is very good, but sl is hot!!!

now, some tips... oll... don't do a pd, if you want sex, unless you ask if sex is included. no sex girls here, only dancers who offer sex... and then the dancers who don't.

sl... a few of the dancers will offer sex, but most will not even though they are hot and a couple of notches above oll. otoh, all of the girls sitting around and not ever dancing are available for sex! if you see a girl who attracts you, go talk to her... it doesn't cost to talk to her and if you click it could be great... or not! there are at least as many girls sitting around for sex as there are dancers so you won't feel like you're taking the bottom of the barrel.

for both places, take lots of sto ruble notes. it is almost impossible to not have a few lap dances while you scope out the girls.

bottom line... both oll and sl are great fun for an evening with one or more friends, but probably a bit of a drag if you're alone. both places offer the same thing as the "high-class" clubs but for a lot less... 5-600 ruble entry instead of $50. 100 ruble lap dance instead of 1,000!

still have to tryout shaundra but these places are a great change of pace from cf/nf and just some more examples that you will never run out of things to do in moscow.

also, there is a reasonably priced club, street, that is supposed to be good in the hotel rossiya. haven't been but will try to check it out in the next month.

update: been back several times to oll and safari... safari still stands out in my mind as the best for many reasons. however, it is very different on friday night because there are so many men there the girls are overwelmed. i suggest avoiding it on friday night.

[My Own Again]

Dear Stefano

Please tell us more about this wonderful girl. Does she interpret English only or does she speak other languages like Italian or French as well? What sort of additional services does she provide and at what costs? Do you have pictures? I am having a small group of my Italian friends (a tennis team consisting of 3 players and 3 others) going to Moscow soon. Would she be able to interpret for them and to service them?

[Stefano]

I will travel on business in the cities of S.Petersbourg, Peterozavodsk, Novgorod. I need interepreter, which will also work for me one hour each day in bed without panties. I am ready to pay the girl double salary of good interpreter for additional effort. She can be of average appearance, but must have big breasts and wide hips. She must know English enough to translate business negotiations. I can recommend such interpreter in Moscow, which provided for me very good addtional non-expensive sex services. Stefano

[Stravinsky]

Sexplorer,

To paraphrase the song, "I want my... I want my... WSG".

It has been a long dry spell. I've been filling the time reading posts from the local h!mbres on sextalk.ru. Lots of good info there, if you can read Russian a little.

Looking forward to your posts!

счастливо,

Stravinsky