I agree somewhat. Unfortunately
[QUOTE=Adimondo;2670578]After two years of absence I've taken advantage of the opportunity and privilege of visiting the city for eight days in mid February. Concerning our beloved mongering scenery things have always changed steadily, however in the last few years they seem to have changed at a steep pace. Here comes my gloomy report:
Saturday, 23.00 hrs, Vault, Marriott Marquis, Tower A, Business Bay. Stretched on two floors, pretty dark, excessively loud hip-hop bellowing, few customers, some groups in the niches. At first glance no p4 p action; at second glance could make out some cliques of two or three females, some of whom were slightly older obese blondes wearing tight leather attire and talking in a language which I supposed to be Hungarian. Got my Black Label and soda from a suit-clad stiff Indian with a stern attitude. Sipped my drink away. Bad vibes. Felt unconfortable. Decided to cut my losses and leave. On the way out sighted a smoking hot black-haired babe elegantly dressed and with high heels sitting on the couch in front of the entrance typing on her mobile. Her features revealed the Turanian Central Asian or whatever ex-Soviet Muslim breed. Not my cup of tea, although definitely doable. She radiated an air of untouchable arrogance that made me continue on my way out.
Into the cabbie and off to The Huddle, City Maxx, Bur Dubai. By now it became 00.30 hrs. Fully packed. Band was taking a break. Bar area closed. It had never been a charming place to me, however the one or the other naughty hot ***** could occasionally be found here. Not this time. After having scanned the venue thoroughly I cleared off.
The next cabbie ride took me to Neos, The Address Downtown. As always, the way to the top turned out somewhat cumbersome, but courteous staff was at hand. It must have been 01.00 hrs. Airy, not too many customers, talented DJ playing eclectic music, accommodating staff, good vibes. Exchanged some eye-contact with a young, black-haired, somewhat corpulent babe sipping at her white wine. Smiled at her, guess she smiled slightly back, not sure in the dark. Moved over, greeted her, had a short conversation by which I asked her whether we could sit together. She said that she'the just like to finish her wine in tranquility. Wished her a pleasant time and moved back to my place. Guess she was probably a rich kid from some CIS country. Not exactly my taste, but anyway young and doable. As she stood up to walk to the restroom to unload her bladder she displayed a huge ass which didn't match my preference (don't they fancy piles of potatoes and mayonnaise?) Later on got to know an elegantly dressed and drunk woman who was allegedly from Russia, however her features betrayed her to be of Central Asian descent. We had a funny chat and some hugs; she was quite extroverted and slightly vulgar. Invited her to my table and she told me she'the come later, after which she got involved with some other dicks. Decided to drink up my scotch-soda and call it a day. The whole Saturday night tour set me 400 plus Dhs back.[/QUOTE]Over the last 15 years that I have been stopping off in Dubai things have changed for the Monger, its expensive now, not a buyers market so much, (Good luck to the Girls) there is a tax to be paid if you are western white blue eyed male, so be it I guess, there is only so much you can pay for poor service, it seems as you get older you become fussier and expect more.
Really there isn't much in Dubai, sure its a big city and has a great airline and some impressive buildings but there is also the heat for most of the year and the fact there is like 5 to 1 male to female population which is mainly made up of workers. I'll still stop in but the glory days have past a shame to admit because it is still fun to ply the hobby even if its not as fruitful as it once was.
Dr.
Visa-free entry for Ukrainians
The girls are being welcomed by the UAE:
[URL]https://www.cnbc.com/2022/03/03/uae-reinstates-visa-on-arrival-for-ukrainians-in-quick-reversal.html[/URL]
DUBAI, United Arab Emirates — The Foreign Ministry of the United Arab Emirates announced Thursday that Ukrainian citizens will continue to have visa-free entry into the country, two days after it was announced that the policy had been suspended.
The UAE is also now offering Ukrainians who arrived before March 3, 2022 the ability to stay in the country for up to a year without being subject to fines. Those arriving after March 3 will have visa-free entry for 30 days, as was the policy previously.
Upon Dostoevsky and BDSM part 4 the finale
Brothers,
I present to you the finale of my night of a life-time. But first: major respect to our Senior Patron, Blood Red. He's proven himself an admiral of our fleet. Give the utmost credence to his wise words.
A recap: after enjoying some Thai and Pakistani cuisine via MR. I waded into the club scenes of Moscow's Red Square. Here you face a shark and minnow game. But it is completely up to you whether you are the Minnow or you are the Shark. I suggest the latter by much preparation and coming equipped with solid Ukrainian balls. See, lurkers, Balls you can put to use toward more than just one basic purpose. So when the Russian warships with their taught curves and sultry lips tell you to surrender to them. Your blue balls must also be made of Ukrainian steel. And you must respond, "Russian Warship; I'll come F*# you."
Now, I have no eloquent words to describe how lucky I was to lock eyes with "Dee. " I will not romanticize beyond that. Just keep this one practical suggestion: always choose good communication over anything else.
Dee and I first spent 2+hours together. It was volcanic. She was insatiable. You can bounce a minx on your rod of discipline, but that minx can also turn and devour you inch by inch. How does such a small frame engulf me? A life mystery.
Between every hot and heavy about; deep conversations can be had of life, philosophy, music. And ice cream flavors.
The second night, I ensured she wanted to continue with me and let her pick a friend to join. From this both Dee, Nat, and I all experienced erotic firsts. Nat had never been caressed by 20 fingers and licked by 2 tongues simultaneously. Dee had never made out with a girl who's inner-folds and crevices were being licked by man on the other end. And I had never had two Russian minxes simultaneously on top of meone who had her thighs wrapped tightly around my face and another who was riding me tirelessly while facing the other beautiful girl. They surely admired each other's naked body's as I handled mechanicals below. We should Christen this position the "Trans Siberian Railway."
But that was just the first 90 minutes. Once Nat left with her quivering thighs, Dee and I grew our connection deeper and deeper over some fruit and coffee. She allowed me into her inner most desires of pain and pleasure. And I did my best: her cheeks red for one reason my cheeks red and breathless for another.
These last accounts span 4 hours of non-stop erotic tenacity with occasional breaks to discus life experiences.
When inquired if Dee enjoyed Anal sex, she did not hesitate except to request some preparation in the bathroom first. Take note scholarsthose who lurk here solely for "education purposes" good Anal sex 1. Must be prepared 2. Must be gradual. 3 Must be led by the receiver. The relaxed anus is the a true wonder and delicacy. Like Caviar (snail eggs), to some it will seem gross, but to the refined pallet it will be a delicacy of great treasure.
Admittedly, cohorts, I told a small lie to Dee. I told her I had never had Anal sex before. I did this because I wanted her to feel in charge and tell me exactly what to do. And it worked out great. When Dee returned from the bathroom, she asked if I had some lubricant, and of course I did (in a travel size bottle at that: prepare, prepare!
Dee: "First you must. Slowly work your finger in."
I had already explore this wonderful finger glove a few times. You always circle the canyon many times, gently, before diving in. This gets your lover comfortable and excited for the feeling to come. She must always wonder how the unusual penetration will heighten whatever other feelings she's having at the moment. Spoiler alert: if she's game, it'll set gee over the moon.
Speaking of the moon:
Tip for any novice: a good female will always be concerned about hygiene in this area. You may not use the same finger astronaut explorer in Venus that has just explored Uranus. Same goes for the big space shuttle. The shuttle's solar radiation shielding must be changed out after a rough landing in Uranus before it goes searching for water deep under the surface of Venus.
Dee, ever the considerate lover, did not ignore my space shuttle's hull while my finger astronaut probed. We did not rush. When space control said it was time to move on, ship hull now well lubricated, we began the deep descent into the core of the planet.
Jealous and Curious Brothers, yes, it is tight, all around from beginning to end. And the radiant heat from planet's core is truly blissful.
Half the pleasure of this final frontier is how a good woman will react. The moans are more guttural. More primal. Perhaps more fulfilling. Like a deep tissue massage that hurts, but you just don't want it to stop.
Dee started like a tall launch platform, on all fours, but as she was kindly pummeled by Space Ship's rocket thrusters, she gradually collapsed deeper and deeper prone, until essentially flattened, fully subdued, fully explored.
When we both had the energy to stand up, she kindly removed my protective covering, hiding it from me a bit. And excused herself for a quick shower. Always respect a woman with top level manners. Always.
After more and more bonding and random forays into some heated exchange; texts were arriving that her friends were leaving. And I only had barely an hour until I had to leave myself. So we mused how we should end our time. I looked deep into her smiling eyes and asked: "where" would you want me to cum one last time. There really are so many options. But after some thought she replied: "You straddle my face until you're ready and then cum on my belly. " I gladly obliged. We had made a habit locking eyes while we made love. Her lips and hands so diligent. And despite having used so much fuel already, she found there was one shocking Hyper Drive Burst left. And while the intended landing spot was the belly button, a jet stream of passion streaked all along her belly and up across her breast. As we kissed deeply once last time, I used this warm lubricant to caress her nipples, while she giggled at the sensation. We stood staring, knowing this was the end. Her core shimmering with the aforementioned jetsam of my shuttle's last landing. And we knew something unique had passed between us. And We knew we'd never see each other again. But we also knew our mind's shared the same emotional maturity. We chased the wind; we caught it for a time; we rode upon it; but we knew it could not be caged. And so we let it go its way into the warm Dubaian night.
Should you seek this same adventure, friends? No. Do not seek. But. Be prepared should it ever choose you. And then. Don't F* It Up. Peace to Russia.
