Moscow

[QUOTE=Bez Bezarra]If the fotos have always shown what you're gonna get, why would you be worried?[/QUOTE]You're obviously playing the Devil's advocate.

As we all know...

The photos don't always show you what you're gonna get. That's why you read the reviews on sextalk.ru, to get first hand info about the girl, if she's real or not.

[QUOTE=Stravinsky]You're obviously playing the Devil's advocate.

As we all know...

The photos don't always show you what you're gonna get. That's why you read the reviews on sextalk.ru, to get first hand info about the girl, if she's real or not.[/QUOTE]

Almost all the photos on these sites are doctored in some way. But worse, dispatchers from unscrupulous "apartmenty" and salons will often outright lie, claiming that the girl you want is there when she actually left months ago or never worked there in the first place. sextalk.ru is littered with these sob stories.

But getting back to the strategy I outlined, there's one problem with it. If you only consider "proven" girls, they'll all be relatively high-mileage and less likely to give GFE. But if you're looking for GFE, then a salon isn't your best bet either...

BTW, this is the girl I met: [url]http://www.intimcity.ru/persons.php?id=70060[/url]

Photos are 80% real. She is in actuality very thin (I would have guessed less than the 55 kg she has listed on her anketa), making her natural B cups look more like C cups. And she has a great ass and legs. Face is a little older than in the pics, with a bit of acne, and what I consider a big nose (I'm picky when it comes to noses - preferring buttons up to medium). Still, the overall effect was very favorable.

In this particular salon, there are 4 other girls ranging from 5s to 7s. 3 rooms + 1 bathroom. The quality of the salon can't touch that of the big 3 (Fantasy's/Charmel/ElitTV), but it's not disgusting either. Slippers are offered at the door, as was tea/coffee/water (possibly something stronger too, though I didn't ask). Only complaint is that the matress was too thin - when Nastya was jackhammering me in RCG, I could plainly feel the boards under my ass. Oh, and though they had AC, they weren't using it. Meaning on that particular afternoon, it was 30C or more in the room. Made for some very "steamy" sex - though not altogether unpleasant!

[QUOTE=Bez Bezarra]Hey I know you had a few Warsteiners, but 30% stunners at HD on THAT night?

I don't even remember seeing one!

I was plenty tired, but 100% sober.

The one table of four Kyrgizzy tarts we watched were obviously not working and thus ignoring every guy, which is why I was interested, as I always prefer the least eager types as a personal challenge. :D

But my sluts radar was seeing about 0/15/85, as they were all looking +21 years with plenty of mileage. I don't recall seeing even 1 amateur younger student-type 18-19 years, though I wasn't scouring the place, or even wearing contacts so I could see clearly. So maybe I shouldn't say anything, but the parade of tramps and skanks that kept trying to sell themselves to me were all rejects, compared to many of the tasty treats I was spoiled by in the provinces. Really more of just a different 'flavor', and there's nothing wrong there, just not my taste. I still wish we would have tochka'd it up that night, and will insist on that next time. :p

It would be so fucking boring if we all wanted the same thing, you know?

I know that sounds very arrogant and conceited, I'll just have to live with it. I certainly appreciated the effort that Piz made to show me the ropes, that was real ISG class.

What a monger![/QUOTE]Have been to Hotdog, 1 was 7 other from 3 to 5. Approached the 7 and her friend (5) with my friend. She asked 900$ for a sexy party. Negotiated to 600$ (300 each) but still not worthwhile for the ratio quality/price.

Honestly been there just one time. Had to pay entrance. Seems quite a rip off.

Any suggetions for a reliable apartment rental agency for short term rent in Moscow? Quality and location more important than price.

Hi guys,

As I got many useful informations from this forum I want to share my experience from my first trip to moscow (together with some of my buddies).

On our first night we had dinner at Cafe Pushkin and therefore decided to go to Nightflight (just around the corner). About 20 girls present, rated 5-8. They asked for 500 $ and settled for 300 € at last. I know, too much. But we don't speak Russian. My buddies had some silicone enhanced girls who delivered a medicocre service. I picked a nice blondinka, about 1.70 m, slim, nice little natural tits, obviously a semi- or non pro. She was enthusiastic in BBBJ and covered fucking and very charming. Although I was tired after that (about 3 am, alcohol.) she was not and gave me an absolutely great BBBJ with CIM. One of the best I ever got in my life. She stayed with me till the morning. I should have ordered he again next day.

On day 2 we choose 911 Aurora: about 20 girls, naked, Rated 6-8. Good strip show, private lap dance 1000 Rbl. One of my buddies got a BBBJ and CIM during the third lap dance. Fucking 10.000 Rbl. I did not find a girl interesting for me as some of them stated "no sex" after a lap dance. So I left while my buddy was enthusiastic next day because in the end at around 4 am he was the single man in the club and the girls were willing to do anything for little money. He would move to Moscow to have that every day. On our last day we tried Aurora again but the mood had changed that day. We didn't get back the change (800 Rbl entrance fee), beer was 200 Rbl instead of 180 the day before and so on. I again did not find a girl there and headed for Nightflight with my third buddy. There a tall. 1, 80., slim girl who spoke perfect english approached me and because it was 3 am already I took her with me while my buddy took a Chinese looking girl. Same damage. Back in my hotel room BBBJ, not too bad covered fucking and massage afterwards. Certainly nothing to repeat. Service in german FKK club is better and cheaper.

But the girl from day 1 was worth the money, very nice GFE.

Now we are looking forward to our next trip.

Best regards,

Tacitus

Saw an internet listing recently for 2 girls. Decided to follow it up and actually had a great time. These are two quite young students, good figures but not overly attractive. However they agreed to 2 hours for Rub.7,000.

Met them yesterday and had a great time. They are very sexy and open. Quite good English and they know all our mongering terms! So two beautiful young ladies, great BBBJ and exciting sex in any position that you can wish. All this for Rub.7,000!

The girls have promised to allow me to take photos next time and these will be posted. I have their e-mail address, if anyone wants please pm me.

[QUOTE=Tacitus]One of my buddies got a BBBJ and CIM during the third lap dance.[/QUOTE]Interesting...

This happened while he was sitting in the club? In a private room? In an apartment upstairs?

[QUOTE=Stravinsky]Interesting...

This happened while he was sitting in the club? In a private room? In an apartment upstairs?[/QUOTE]Yes, private lap dances take place in private rooms with a couch while the door is closed. The apartments upstairs are for FS only.

Tacitus

sometimes in life one is witness to a moment of pure magic, that rarest of moments when a creature so beautiful is seen, that the image remains forever burned into your psyche.

on a past night, i was witness to such a creature and our own isg supercommando pizdyets was there to witness it as well. it brought us closer. (cue violins being played by naked cherub twin cheerleader chicks)

before we all get too excited and collect tissues and hand creme, i should probably mention that the beautiful creature was a man and not a woman, and i should probably mention that the beautiful creature was not beautiful at all, but rather hideous. the beautiful creature did however have a particularly impressive quality, a singular passion to aggressively approach every woman in the club in the most slimy of ways, slinking up behind and extending his crane-like neck to lower his somewhat misshapen head seemingly right into their laps. a thing of pure disgusting beauty, just as a crackpot doctor might find an enormous cancerous tumor beautiful. but let's start at the beginning.

the past week had already been good to me. after a weekend excursion down to odessa where i met my ex for "sex-chai" and inexplicably also managed to get lost in a wonderfully juvenile on all-levels-satisfying whirlwind romance with a peruvian cutie studying there, i was primed to start the work week. the work week had started off well too, as pizdyets and i went to che and entered into some sort of drinking contest with each other, something to the effect of 7 mega-mojitos each... and that was on top of our dinner drinks which in my case was a bottle of wine. in fact, beginning with the previous weeks trips to aurora 911 (which i liked a lot) and an ill-fated but entertaining trip down mammory lane to hot dog and continuing through a business event with cuba libre and champagne and then through the wild weekend in odessa and the inevitable alcohol orgy that ensued there with my wild man wingman down south i had been on a week-long bender.

although i had planned on staying in and getting some deserved sleep on this wednesday evening, instead i got a bit sentimental and demanded a meeting with a previous conquest who had since dumped me, citing her disappointment to discover that i was seeing several girls at the same time. damn social networking sites anyway. i thought it chivalrous of me to hash things out with her and clear the air. besides, she has a really, really nice ass.

we met at marrakesh restaurant in the warm early evening and attracted a bit of attention on the summer veranda when it became clear that we were angry with each other and arguing about sex. although we tried to keep our voices down, words like "sex" and "fuck" seem to penetrate the din of street clatter like a hot knife through butter and it was obvious several people were passively listening. an old story it was nonetheless. she didn't want to be treated like a booty call ***** (her words) and wanted some commitment from me, i offered to discuss it in bed at which point she was close to leaving me sitting alone at the restaurant. the alk must have been kicking in again as suddenly i went from arrogant ass to sweet-talking arrogant ass and she warmed up a bit. essentially, she was just waiting for a positive signal from me. women are such fruits. finally we settled on going back to my apartment and talking about "us". buying a bottle of cheapish chianti at eliseevksy before going to my apartment, we proceeded upstairs were she began to guzzle it down in an attempt to put herself in a mindset were she could forget her anger and allow herself to do exactly what she wanted to do, get drilled.

i must say, a bottle of chianti will do amazing things to a 45kg frame. despite fending off my attempts to touch and fondle her, at some point she looked at me with slightly glazed over eyes and muttered coyly:

"are you going to fuck me now?"

um, yes.

about 2 hours and 3 holes later, she was still stumbling drunk and wanted to go home so she could sleep there, as she had to work in the morning. this was fine by me, because i still wanted to go out and hate awkward mornings anyway. nonetheless, in her drunk condition there was no way i was going to let her go home alone, so we decided to take the metro out to her station together. walking through the underpass at pushkin square, she stammered in her drunkeness as she stumbled along hanging on me, her light dress slightly disheveled and revealing her pencil thin legs and petite frame, muttering loudly as bewildered russians and foreigners stared:

"promise me next time- hic- we meet you are going to fuck me harder-hic- than you've ever fucked me before... promise? -hic-. i want it to hurt!."

i was pleased with her comments and the somewhat disgusted looks i was getting from the passersby, but guided her nonetheless as quickly as possible towards the metro as i wanted to avoid the kind of trouble that comes with drunkeness in public places.

riding the metro, she was rather chatty and seemed to be sobering up, even finding enough cognitive wisdom to comment on 2 drunk russian girls sleeping on the train, saying:

"sometimes russian girls are like men, drinking like horses and fucking without feelings." strangely poignant and philosophical she is tonight i thought.

finally dumping her off at her house, the rest of the evening was mine and as the evening was already turning into night, i called pizdyets and we agreed to meet at che.

i was happy to have pizdyets with me as the face control goons at che seem to fucking hate me but absolutely love him. maybe that ought to tell me something. :)

che was quite ok, actually the place is always quite ok, and pizdyets had brought in some fire support in the form of a rather well-built and sympatichny russian friend whom i instantly liked.

with girls dancing around our table shaking their assets and the mojito supply kicking in, the mood became jolly and che-like, especially as my alk-levels reached operating temperature. the hottest chicks in the joint were with other guys, which didnt stop them from starting to pay some attention to us as the night went on. in particular one quite cute but quite young girl sitting at the table next to us with her russian sponsor sugar daddy gave us pained looks of regret as she let herself be fondled by her aging sponsor. she wasn't happy at all, but as he was seemingly paying the bills and funding her somewhat stylish yet second-tier wardrobe, she had little choice. it almost hurt to watch, but it is a scene we've all seen a thousand times before and will see a thousand times again. she seemed particularly smitten with pizdyets, although she may have just been eyeing his $600 jacket... or perhaps she was longing for a sip from my mojito. )

at some point in the club daze, the beautiful creature made a celebrated entrance. this creature, dressed in a nice beige suit and seemingly not possessing a spine as he slithered snake-like around the dance floor eyeing possible prey, was indeed a spectacle to behold. dark-skinned and arab in appearance, he looked like a cross between e.t. and a clean-shaven, taller and better-dressed mahmud ahmadinedschad. his attempts were universally unsuccessful, as he would approach girls from behind, poke his crane-like e.t. neck over their shoulders and mutter something into their ears... usually resulting in the girls taking 2 steps back, turning their back on him or walking away. undaunted and probably having experienced this thousands of times before, the beautiful creature simply hissed and slithered on down the bar.

in the meantime, our russian friend had approached a group of drunk and partying girls at the end of the bar who claimed to be celebrating a birthday. the girls were very forward and we started dancing and flirting. although the girls were 7s at best, one of them, the birthday girl, had very nice boobs and her other friend had a nice face and blue eyes that contrasted nicely to her jet black hair. we danced and flirted and as the girls were drunk and forward, there seemed to be a possibility of a club pull. during our dance attack, the beautiful creature made his approach as well, slinking up behind the drunk birthday girl and attempted to dance with her... she retreated and landed in my arms, dancing with me and thanking me for rescuing her. not an abnormal situation really, but shortly thereafter the events took a strange and for me, seemingly inexplicable turn.

after about 10 minutes of dancing with another girl, i spotted the beautiful creature pinning the birthday girl down against the wall towards the back of the dance floor, trying to kiss her and fondle her as she struggled to fend him off. normally i would let this go as it is none of my business and one never knows the background of the situation... some girls even enjoy this part of the game, particularly in russia. nonetheless, it seemed to be getting kind of ugly and i went to her, slid in between the two as the beautiful creature screamed "no!" and dragged her back to her friends, where both she and they thanked me. after a bit of chat, i returned to the table to drink and after about 5 minutes spotted the beautiful creature making another run. instead of intervening as it really wasn't my business nor duty, i observed as he chose a more subtle approach and this with success. the two seemed to be getting along and through the dancefloor chaos i may have even spotted them kissing, they were certainly getting very close.

"stupid girls" i muttered and the russian agreed, seemingly unhappy that the amply-titted birthday girl would choose a slimeball over any of us, but then we laughed it off as one is quite used to girls making odd choices. i choose not to think how many times i have been the one other guys have asked themselves "why him?" about.

but then about 3 minutes later the inexplicable event occurred. seemingly radar-guided, a face control bouncer cut his way through the dancefloor rapidly and grabbed the birthday girl and her black-haired girlfriend, pushing a shrieking beautiful creature aside. the okhranik dragged the 2 complaining girls out and threw them onto the street as we watched in bewilderment.

i have seen drunk guys thrown out and drunk girls escorted out, but this was the first time i had seen 2 girls thrown out, particularly odd since they weren't that drunk, weren't causing trouble (besides making a mild spectacle of themselves) and were generally behaving like club owners want girls to behave... being flirty, dancing, having fun and entertaining the male guests.

the beautiful creature, looking rather depressed, seized hissing and retreated somewhat in dejection. i considered inviting him over to our table to ask him what happened, as now, even though i had considered him to be a low form of life even 30 minutes before, now considered him to be a distant ally, a comrade-in-arms.

his approach was below my standards, but nonetheless i respected him for being so fearlessly slimy. a man that unattractive has no choice but to be resilient and forward and he was at a level i had previously only rarely seen. the russian guy didn't think so however, and thankfully shot the idea down with disgust.

the beautiful creature disappeared at some point, slithering back to his hole-tel and we continued our dance assault, but the previous incident was occupying my mind. i thought i'd seen everything, but this one was a new one for me. various theories crossed our minds.

the girls were prostitutes and thrown out for that reason (most likely of the scenarios)
the girls were making too much of a spectacle (they weren't any more than others)
the management didnt like the beautiful creature (why did they let him in if so?)
the girls weren't paying their bar tab. (maybe)
the girls were **** (they didn't look it, i'm guessing 22-23)

to this day, i don't know and none of the above seems particularly likely. perhaps the beautiful creature is a serial killer and the security was just saving lives.

after getting our 7 mojito fix, i disappeared into the night with the telephone number of a petite blonde who would never return my calls while pizdyets and the russian stayed to test the waters for a late night pull on a group of girls who had just entered.

the beautiful creature probably went to hot dog to be among the other beautiful creatures.

i really hope the beautiful creature isn't reading this report right now. if so, "cheers!"

Skank, that is a beautiful piece of writing.

I laughed, I cried, it should get an oscar.

[QUOTE=Doctor_Skank]Sometimes in life one is witness to a moment of pure magic, that rarest of moments when a creature so beautiful is seen, that the image remains forever burned into your psyche.
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Excellent!! A very enjoyable read. Thanks for posting.

AM (Berlin Thread)

Great report Doc, I've preserved it in the RoD.

My favorite heart stealing sex-bomb tigress Ekaterina, one minute the playful tease, the next ready to eat me alive, but even more so, a super-passionate flower:

Doc - I'm plainly dwarfed by your prose skills. After this post, I ought never pick up the quill again.

That said, you left out 3 notable events during our week-long orgy of drinking, dancing and general debauchery:

One... the Central Asian hottie (solid 9, great big cat eyes, ample tits, luxurious hair, long legs, defined calves and stylish to boot) sitting next to us at Che that first night. Remember her? Of course you do. First off, it's always great to see a girl that hot who's drinking beer and getting as fucked up as she was on it. Second, it's a double turn-on when said girl is sitting with a guy (who's bought said beer for her), and yet she's blatantly flirting with you (in this case... me!) And then, she takes a mystery shot, upside-down-margarita-style, holds it like a CIM pornstar, and then lights it in her own mouth, allowing flames and even sparks to emit her lips before swallowing. Flame throwing is one thing. Hell, any pussy can suck butane out of a lighter and spit it into a candle. But here we're talking about something altogether different. And when she motioned me to do a shot with her, pearly-white smile with a lighter in her perfectly-manicured hand... well, she could have been Megan Fox and I still wouldn't have done it.

Two... there was a table full of hot girls towards the back of the main room, with an unlikely sponsor in the form of Pat "Wax On! Wax Off!" Morita. Okay, maybe it wasn't the shifu from Karate Kid, but the resemblance was uncanny. I was angling for one of his "satellites" - a 185cm rail-thin brunette bubble-butt in ballerina flats who kept ignoring me on the dance floor. My Russian friend instructed me to just go and grab her, BC-style, but I kept thinking she was with "the Japanese guy" and he'd soon be waxing the glass and mojito covered floor with my face. But my Russian friend has no patience for slabost' inostrantsev (foreigner weakness): "He's not Japanese, he's just some Kazakh motherfucker!" Truer words have never been told.

Three... blind date with Moldavian girl. You never promised me anything except that she was your GF's podruga and she was from Moldova. So when I was on my way to the club, dressed to the nines, freshly showered, shaved and reaking of my best cologne, I was a bit disappointed to receive your SMSka "Your girl not so cute... Oops". What you didn't tell me is that I would be walking onto the Russian set of "Fifth Wheel" (the only saving grace was that I could play the role of the late-arriving and trouble-inducing hottie). Not only wasn't my girl that cute, but there was a dude there with her as well (whose role I never quite figured out - potential suitor? driver? gay friend? certainly not bodyguard). But the night wasn't a total disaster. For whatever hotness the Moldavian chick lacked, she more than made up for in wit and language skills. So much so, that I actually regretted not meeting up with her again during her visit, if only for a chat over coffee.

So if I had to make a message out of these vignettes, what would it be? Don’t judge a book by its cover? Good things come in unlikely packages? Every cloud has its silver lining? Nah, I’ll simply stick with “Don’t play with fire.”