lil blonde 'ukranian' leeched my batteries
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long, strange and slow. be warned.
feeling verbose.
dialogue is paraphrased from memory and nowhere near accurate.
it sounds like a slow penthouse letter to me too.. nah maybe even expatwomen advice column.
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i tend to lay off mongering during ramadan. since i hardly ever do the club scene, and feel that my usual amps and casual contacts get a little riskier. i normally focus on the wife or the non-p4p tourist freebie scene.
on the way back from a dull professional association iftar, i decided to swing by the golden triangle. perfectly innocent i assure you. i always like to spend aed 5 in gasoline to save aed 2 in atm fees.
turning left out of the atm something on my right catches my peripheral vision. no joy in the rear view as two women were blocking out the one i could barely see but was inexplicably interested in. the larger woman was shaking her fist at the taxi that was pulling away.
i pull an illegal u-turn because my heart was strangely beating faster and my hair was standing on end. blood was rushing to my head and time was slowing down.
looked like mother and grandma shepherding a 4'10" honey blonde nymph.they were marching steadily with a purpose not looking in either direction. the older ladies looked tired. they all had lots of bags. i recognized sun and sands, next, river island, paris gallery, and grandma had a big bag of kfc.
my nymph looked like a delicate rose among thorns. feminine and soft, yet walked with the lithe grace of a dancer. i had to have her... if she was old enough.
my eyes scanned the street for parking. none. i had no idea if they were in the game, so i really wanted to avoid driving up to them in a heavily tinted suv and starting a conversation.
after ruling out parking illegally i took another u-turn and went after them, lowering my window.
"you have problem with taxi? he cheat you? i ask mommy in my best concerned citizen voice."
"moo-duck! he bastard" was the curt to the point reply.
i am sorry about that. sometimes taxi bastard. you want i call other taxi for you? or can i drive you to your hotel? you are on holiday, yes?
dont ask me why my english was breaking, but it did. luckily i didnt talk loud and slow like a stereotypical obnoxious american abroad.
while grandma started eying me suspiciously throught the window and muttering something unintelligble. i got a closer look at the nymph. she had light green grey eyes and ethereal translucent skin. lush pink lips, a cups, flat stomach, and a womanly curve to her hips that defied the slenderness everywhere else. 4'10" was an exageration. she was wearing purpet velvet heeled ankle boots, atleast 3-4 inches high! mommy looked close to 40, and granny looked to be pushing 60. mom had the same green grey eyes but granny's were brown. mommies hair was brown and grandma's mostly grey
i noticed some lookie lous heading this way and decided to step out of the car before the convention started. i had the jacket hanging on the passenger seat but was in a nice pinstriped suit and my shoes were shined to perfection. i'm very early 30s and i clean up nice with a shave and a haircut. granma got less suspicious looking and nymph and mommy looked at each other for a sec.
i point to the main road. "can catch taxi from there, you want i bring taxi? you have too many bags."
you take us spinney market and to house? mommy asked. her tone had changed. you are work in bank?
yes i lied. whatever turns you on.
mommy got in the front seat, with nymph and granny in the back. being a gentleman, i opened the doors for them and was rewarded with a tantalizing flash of thigh (not grannys).
their strong perfume clashed rather unpleasantly in the confined space, and kfc didnt help, but i grinned and bore it.
they were now chatting and giggling in a language i didnt recognize. mommy was now leering at me.
she is your mother? i ask mommy, pointing at granny.
yes, and she my sister said mommy, looking around her seat at nymph. i'm glad she said that, coz i was going to ask mommy nymph was her daughter!
(big sister, not mommy ... but i'll stay consistent)
you are dancer? ballerina? i ask nymph. she nods, smiles, and it lights up my world. i notice she appears very drunk with her own beauty, and moves and gestures very melodramatically. you are 18 i ask?
no! 19! she pouts, as if it is all the difference in the world.
she 19 mommy confirms, me? (pointing between her breasts)
maybe 31, i lie hoping to flatter. she was definitely atleast 40.
no 30! mommy says pouting.
i pull into the main road and head towards spinneys.
grandma muttered something unintelligible frantically. stop car now! mommy screamed. stop car now !. ice ran down my spine! what the hell was wrong? i pulled into the service road before ramada (opposite jockeys/panorama), and parked. mommy still screaming stop! stop taxi! so i turn off the ignition and ask what the problem is.
nymph pulls a purse out of one of the shopping bags and grandma grabs it and hugs it to her bosom. mommy laughs relieved.
ok, we go now, mommy says putting her hand over mine on the gearshift and smiling . i turn the ignition and ....................................... nothing! i do it again, and i get clicking. the car is quickly getting stifling without the ac and i lower the windows, encouraging one lookie lou, who starts craning his neck and trying to interpret the scene.
what problem asks mommy? she tries to move my 4wd gearshift as i am cranking, annoying the hell out of me.
i say, maybe battery or alternator.
she tries to force the lever into 4wd again, and i take her hand off shaking my head.
you scream stop, stop!... my car has heart attack!
mommy laughs.
we go house walking, mommy says. you come? me husband eat outside. faced with a broken down car, a short time window and a worsening situation i decide to correct the mixup.
i like your sister. she very beautiful.
you like she? mommy asks disappointed
granny cackles, and starts excitedly muttering.
you like me? nymph smiles coyly playing with her gauzy purple wrap.
you want to come dancing with me? i ask nymph, wondering what i was going to do if she agrees, car-less and needing to get back home before wifey got too suspicious.
not can go out. my husband come one hour. he angry. mommy replies. you come with me house and go quickly.
not you go dance, she go dance, i say pointing at nymph. why he angry if she go? (i was confused, and out of my depth).
he very angry, is muslim.
great! perfect!
maybe tomorrow? can we meet tomorrow? i ask.
no, we back tomorrow. go tomorrow home. nymph says.
lets go i say to nymph. we dance in your room.
she was obviously enjoying 'beating her sister', and a blush had spread accross her skin. she points to a tray of ferrero rocher on the back seat.
says 'this', and my silver cufflinks 'this' and mp3 player 'this', and says "500 dollars"
her sister started yelling at her and grandma went back to cackling.
she crazy. mommy said. you come, dance me, my room. no this, this ,this,(pointing), no money. i like you. you good man. she runs her finger down my jaw.
i'm sorry, i like her, i say pointing at nymph and then tapping my heart.
mommy smacks the dashboard, saying "du"-something.
then she says, must quickly. 20 minute.
ok, i say and nod
no talking. walk back. very back. not talking. talking problem.
ok.
you condon.
ok. i have condom.
i beat door, you come out now
ok.
you take bag. all bag.
ok. not the chicken. i'll take everything else.
i do the math in my head.
mp3 player was a freebie with another purchase.
cufflinks had sentimental value and would be hard to explain. i'll keep em.
chocolate was for wifey but easy to replace.
i'm sure as hell not paying 500 dollars for 20 minutes. maaybe 500 aed for an
hour, but not on top of all this drama and becoming a sweaty pack horse.
i explain that the cufflinks were my father's, she asks for my montblanc pen. since that was also apparently my father's, she took two latin cds and a leatherbound montblanc notebook (fake) instead.
thats when i pulled out my monger wallet with only 250 aed inside. i i'm tired of typing out the conversation but soon i was walking 30 steps behind them carrying 12 bags and trying to look inconspicuous.
not having change for the parking meter had to buy 2 dirhams for 5 from the lookielou. this gave them the 30 step headstart.
after a long brisk march they got to their building and called over the watchman.
they gave him a some money and pointed at a shop. he nodded several times and headed that way. grandma stayed there waiting for him while the two went down into the parking garage waving me over quickly and pointing to the back of the guard.
i got the hint and hustled over as fast as i could while carrying over 12 bags.
once they got down into the parking garage they started laughing excitedly while mommy pointed to the empty parking spot.
they pointed out several cars, seemingly deciding who was there from her floor.
once we got to the floor, there was more cloaks and daggers as they peered around to see who was looking, made me stand in the stairwell as they unlocked the door, and took the bags in, then had me bend over to stay under another apartment peephole.
finally we were inside. well furnished but smelling of smoke.
my husband, mommy said pointing at a big picture. she then opened the door for grandma after checking the peephole.
quickly. 20 minute.
my nymph (s) led me by the hand to her room giggling, ferrero rocher in the other hand.
i undress her and am happy to find the same flawles soft skin all over her body. she is so tiny without heels, at most, 40kg with most of the weight near her ass. tiiny waist, washboard abs stopping just short of a six pack. still, there is nothing emaciated about her, no xylophone ribs, toned yet soft all over.
oh. i almost forgot, a little runway strip to tell me she's a natural blonde.
just a minature perfect little woman.
no sucking. she's muslim. its haram.
bummer. bj is huge for me, and ideally nutsucking.
but she can do no wrong, hot ferrero kisses quickly get me in shape, and i'm raring to go but i stretch it out.
i tease her , play with her. one pink nipple is a lot bigger than the other but the other is more sensitive.
i start in mish, her pelvic bone is very obvious in mish, lift her legs onto my chest, and then over my shoulder. i thought i knew what spinner meant before, but she was as flexible as a rageddy ann doll. we then move to doggy and that gorgeous ass and wasp waist. she is uncomfortable in cowgirl so we go back to doggy.
she is so fucking tight.
i then lift her completely and wrap her thighs around my waist do her standing. i've done this before but have never managed it for so long.
i flip her to loud giggles and daty with her thighs on my shoulders and her hair brushing my cock and nuts. apparently daty is not haram. she kisses my cockhead close mouthed but goes no further.
20 minutes are approaching. time has gone by in a blur. her little moans are driving me nuts and i feel like a teenager again.
i set her on a footstool, lean her forward against her closet, arch her back and take her from behind, squeezing her tits and using them for leverage as i pummel her disproportionate ass.
she doesnt really know how to back it up into me, but it doesnt matter as i am no longer thinking, or caring. i just want mine. i'm smacking into her, and she is moaning my fake name, saying fuck fuck fuck, moaning, driving me insane.
the banging on to door starts.
i have to get this nut.
i cross one of her legs in front of the other and jack hammer away, turning her mouth back to me and demolighing it, inhaling her neck struggling to reach her lips.
more knocking and then the door opens, mommy is standing there frowning as i maul her little sis.
sis is reaching back and clawing me. i had to hide the marks at home for a week, but fortunately wifey was under the weather.
mommy storms out and slams the door shut and i peak out of the blue, innundating the condom. i tried to keep going for her but the pattern had broken. she started saying no. one minute. no.
i collapse onto the bed and she jumps on me, kissing my forehead and slapping me playfully.
i ask for her number. she asks for my phone. i dont remember my monger number and that phone is in the car.
she says no phone. phone problem.
in eid 6 o clock, you look here (pointing at balcony). now you go.
i asked her where she was from and she said ukraine, but i think she's lying.
i somehow got dressed and out of the apartment, with mommy indicating me to duck under the other peephole again.
i walked back to my car, got my jumper cables out and looked for help. if it was one of you brothers that came by that day near ramada in the landrover, thank you.
broke every rule in the book
paid in advance
did not establish menu
went to risky venue with potential aggressive brother in law
crazy, crazy.
but came out ok.
Regal Better quality and low price
Went to Regal a couple of days ago. After Ramadan quality and age both seem to have increased, although it is bit difficult to judge the age in darkness and under makeup. Opening price of A listers is still AED 1000, although manage to bring one down to AED 600 for four hours. Half Turkish half Uzbek and very cooperative. Definitely 8/10 for service
Hunting in Al-Barsha tonight…
Greetings,
I trust everyone is doing well and having fun.
As my friends here know me, I am an old school hunter. Although I am an Internet Geek utilizing the internet to the maximum, however when comes to hunting, I am old school. I like to go to the field equipped with my arrows in my bow projecting my arrows at my type of a selected deer; energized by my blood rush.
But my friends insisted that I am missing the action and that I should check the internet, the listed classifieds and the exotic adds. I said ok but in one condition, I still may need to perform some hunting ground-inspection
So I did check several links, sites and classifieds; provided by my caring friends. Indeed several ads, pictures and qualities have caught my serious and sincere attention and I have decided to go for it.
Because I do not like disappointments and I always believe, if you fail to plan, you plan to fail, I had to have a hunting Strategy.
Here is my strategy for tonight. I will file a final report after I am done and after the hunt is in the net.
- I have selected 10 classifieds of the most attractive qualities based on posted picture as well as on written specifications selecting my type.
- Then, I filtered the 10 through SMS and Calls screening process; ending up with 5 good potential hunts
- Most of the 5 are around Al-Barsha
- The plan is to go to the 1st on the list. If she checks out, then she is the chosen. Otherwise to the 2nd one. And so on until the 5th. I figured, at least 1 out of 5 should be ok (25% success rate)
- So I called the 5 and told each one that I need one hour tonight and that I will call ahead of time to confirm
- I only confirmed the exact time with the 1st of the 5. Based on what happens with the 1st, I will decide to cancel or to confirm the others
- I decided to pick only the girls who have In-Call option because, as one of my polices, I will never invite someone to my hotel before physical inspection and before mutual chemistry conversation. I just could not take the risk
So I am heading tonight to Al-Barsha. I will keep you posted how this experience will turn out tonight and will file an after-report later.
This should be interesting
Cheers
Jimmy
