Tallinn

The postcard girls work on commission. They are often students working to get the next semester's tuitoin fees sorted. Apparently they can earn quite good money.

I visited Red Club next to the Olympia Hotel last week. Paid 100 E for a nice young lady which allowed me to use her services twice during my hour with her. There were only about four girls in the club (it was in the afternoon). I should mention I'm not a strict negotiater when it comes to price but I did negotiate two pops.

We had a taxi take us to two other places. Mikado had three unnattractive girls and the other place had no girls since they were all at the beach. Sorry I don't have the name of the other place but it is named after its street address and it is near Mikado. Mikado Tallinn is nothing like Mikado of Helsinki but keep in mind I went during the day.

Thanks to Dusty Bin and others for the info provided here.

I was out at Cafe Amigo a couple of weeks ago with my girlfriend and a couple of her friends.

We were sitting in a booth enjoying a drink and a chat, a couple of young Italians wandered over, sweaters tied around their waists and bright white trainers, could have done with having a shave, but otherwise good looking in a bumpkin sort of a way and the two girls were willing to give them a chance. They sat down and within a couple of minutes the girls were fending off an assault of tongues, but they were not entirely unresponsive. Glasses were empty and the Italians were not, it seems drinking. (We found out why later!) The girls made it clear that they were unwilling to proceed without an infusion of Stroh and Cola. Lads disappear for a few minutes and return with a couple of glasses of the necessary.
More tongues and hands stuff...
Off for a dance...
More tongues and hands.

Guys are getting very worked up and the girls are having fun in that distant sort of way that girls, who are not that bothered, have. Making gentle fun of the guys, pushing them back, only to allow them access a few seconds later.

Of course all this has a purpose, the guys are as randy as a bag full of bunnies and they have been told that all girls are available for money (of course they are not!) They make their move, the first Mr Big Shot, offers the girls 30Euro each for the pleasure of their company at their hostel. Girls, are insulted, after all, even if they are not working they want to think they are worth more than that...

The farm boy paupers are quickly kicked off the table and we continued to enjoy ourselves. Now we knew why they were not drinking, probably could not afford to...

Is there something special about Italian boys? Are they all poor? Who tells them what is going on? Is there a special website for Italians with special decade old information?

[QUOTE=Dusty Bin]
Is there something special about Italian boys? Are they all poor? [/QUOTE]

Cheapos? Holiday on a budget?

I take it this summer's Roman look is still the same as last years - sweaters around the waist or over the shoulders, white trainers and sunglasses perched on their heads - even in the nighclubs !!!!

Jake Sins

Yes, just the same in all respects.

Have seen it a thousand times. If Italians especially those not used to travel, jump over the Alps north, they think they are going to travel to really cold places and they take their sweaters all the time with them.

It was so 20 yr back and it is the same now. I wonder when they start learning that the North can be hot temperature as well ...

I am surpised they had no money. Most of them live at home at their mother place still and have a lot of money to spend...

I don't know for sure, but I understand from what I have been told that many of the cheap flights coming in are from a relatively poor region of Italy. There are some well off folk around, especially during the hunting season from mid August onward.

Mr Chips ~ I suppose I could have written about Britons, or Finns or even Germans. But, truth be told, the poor clods who assailed us the other week, were Italians.
At least they were not wearing sandals, but then they would likely not have been allowed into the club... Poor - OK. Badly dressed - OK. Poor and badly dressed? No chance!

When Britons, or Finns do something noteworthy and broadly on topic, rest assured, I will note it. Until then, the Italians are doing as last year; being poor and chatting up women old enough to be their mothers. The Britons are being loud, fun, generous and popular. The Finns are still displaying the social prowess for which they are reknowned and the local girls still respond in an appropriate fashion to each group.

Sincere apologies for the huge delay in between posting this and Part 2. I am afraid work has been interefering again.


My last full day in Tallinn started quite late. I only got out of my bed around about 11 a.m. The last 4 late nights and accumulated lack of sleep had started to catch up with me. Although the previous night was a quiet one as far as the mongering was concerned, it still turned out to be a late one as I met up with some of the guys over from Helsinki and the drink was flowing.

A leisurely shower and bowl of cereal was followed by a meeting, which concluded the work element of the visit. A quick shopping trip for souvenirs ensured the rest of the time in the city was all mine. I went over to Molly Malone’s for a quick early evening final drink and would you believe it, I saw 2 guys sitting at the bar who used to work for the same company as me about 8 years previously. They were over in Tallinn for a sales meeting, but they had arrived a few days early to enjoy the delights of the city. They asked me for some information regarding the night life, particularly of the exotic variety, when they found out this was not my first trip to Tallinn. I was more than happy to oblige.

I went back to my apartment for a shower and shave. I was meeting up with Dusty for a final drink and a discussion of a business idea. We arranged to meet at the Amarillo in the Viru hotel at about 2300 hrs. By the time I had eaten and Dusty and I had finished our discussions it was approaching 1 a.m. On the way down to the Amigo Dusty spotted a lady, Lena, who used to be an old neighbour of his. I recognised her as a WG from my previous visits. She was blonde, slim, mid forties and not unpleasant.

Dusty and I grabbed a drink and had a look round. It looked like a typical Monday night crowd. A slightly older mixed clientele than you would usually find on a weekend. We went over and stood by the elevated section of the bar away from the main entrance in order to be in a position to survey most of the room. After a few minutes conversation I noticed 2 Russian girls (pointed shoes) with their backs to me standing by me at the bar being ‘chatted up’ by a group of Finns. A couple of the guys looked as if they had failed an audition for the latest Finnish Western. All they had missing were the horses, the spurs and the Stetsons. One of the girls was about 40, with white blonde hair, a medium build and a nice mammary development. The other looked about late 20s, with a slim build and a great arse. The girls had a few dances with the Finns. I noted the Finns were getting more and more physical during the dances with the girls. Each time upon their return from the dance floor they resumed their positions standing next to me at the bar. The slim one got out a cigarette but could not find her lighter. I said “ Here allow me”. I duly obliged with my lighter and was rewarded with a nice smile and the words “Thank you”. This was the first time I had managed to get a good look at her face and I thought she was quite attractive even though she was not the usual type I went for, i.e. very slim.

One of the Finns (he looked like a bigger and fatter version of Kenneth Williams in ‘Carry on Cowboy’) tried to do a few dance moves with the slim girl at the bar and almost threw her to the ground. I managed to prevent her falling by grabbing her back and arm. She said thank you to me again. Words were exchanged between the 2 girls. They had obviously had enough of the increasingly unwanted attention of the Finnish cowboys. They moved away from the bar and headed to the toilets. The Finns turned their attentions to some countrywomen of theirs, who were a good 20 years older than the 2 Russian girls and about half a ton heavier.

Dusty and I circulated. We spotted 3 Russian WGs entering. One was a about 40 with white blonde hair, dressed all in white with a stunning body. She was the sexiest thing in the place. The 2 girls with her were very attractive as well. One was black haired, black eyed, medium build, about 30 and looked like she was from one of the ex USSR stans. The other was brown haired, slim build, nice chest and in her mid 20s. Talk about being the centre of attention. It was like ‘flies round shit’. Finns, some young Brits (leftovers from a weekend stag party), a couple of Germans and some well heeled older Roman friends were all trying their luck. The Finns and Brits were slightly the worse for wear. The Romans had deeper pockets. The Romans won. Within 15 mins of arriving the 3 Russians had left with their respective ‘husbands’ of the night and no doubt with the next couple of weeks rent paid !

Dusty and I eventually ended up at the bar on the lower tier close to the access for the dance floor. We were talking when a very drunk and annoying Finn (yes it’s a cliché - but very true) appeared out of nowhere and started asking us what our price was and what we were selling. He thought we were salesmen. We manage to get rid of him.

Dusty was about to leave, when I asked him wait until I came back from the toilet, as I needed him to keep his eyes out for the 2 Russian girls from earlier, who were either still in the toilets or had left without my noticing. 3 yards from the Gents the 2 girls came out of the Ladies and I asked the slim one if she was ok. She said yes. Upon my return from the gents. I spotted the 2 girls at the bar not too far away from Dusty. He went to the toilet. I went over to the girls and started talking to the slim one as I knew she could at least speak some English. Her name was Angelica. I offered my apologies to her regarding the behaviour of the Finns earlier and said I would have asked her to dance myself if I was certain she was not with them. I thought I would try the same approach with Angelica as I tried with BW on my first night - the concerned Gentleman. Dusty returned said his goodbyes and left. Angelica’s friend, who’s name I cannot remember, did not speak English. The annoying drunken Finn returned and started to interrupt our conversation. He was being a real pain. Although I am not the world’s most avid dancer, having had serious problems with my tendons from a previous accident and also still sore from dancing 2 nights previously, I asked Angelica to dance just to get away from the bloody Finn.

We had a few dances together including a couple where Angelica tried to teach me the Cha Cha - I kid you not !! This did not work out too well since I have 2 left feet and very little rhythm, apart from when I am in Missionary, Doggie or any other sexual position. We went back to the bar and I bought Angelica a Gin and Tonic and some cigarettes. We continued talking about the usual crap. She asked if this was my first trip to Tallinn, whether I liked the city, why I was in Tallinn, what my job is, where I was staying. I asked her the usual rubbish as well - chit chat. I pretended the music was a little too loud and I was having difficulty hearing what she was saying, so I was bent a little forward with my hand placed gently on her back directing her voice towards my ear. There was no objection to my ‘gentle’ hand on her back so the touch became firmer. Still no objection and firmer still and I eventually started to caress and rub her back. No resistance was forthcoming. Things were preceding nicely when the fucking Finn turned up again. Angelica and I tried to ignore him as best we could. He then turned his attention onto Angelica’s friend. She was not going to be lumbered with him again, so she took up the offer of a dance from some guy. I grabbed Angelica’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor. Luckily for me the next 2 numbers were not too quick.

We returned to the bar area. The witching hour was rapidly approaching. I thought I had better make my move. I invited Angelica back to my place for a drink and to continue the evening/night. I thought I would probably get a ‘rain check’ and her phone number. I did not realistically expect much more, since I did not think Angelica’s friend would wish to come back to my place and play gooseberry even if Angelica was agreeable. Angelica spoke to her friend. She said she had brought her friend with her and she was supposed to take her back. We went out and picked up our coats. I met the 2 guys from Mollys arriving into the Amigo as we were leaving. I walked with the 2 girls to the taxi rank outside the Viru. I was fully expecting to be asked to drop both the girls off or at best drop the friend of first and Angelica coming back with me. I asked how much the taxi was going to cost. Angelica’s friend got into the first taxi - alone. It was at this stage I realised Angelica had decided to come back with me. She spoke to the taxi driver. He obviously quoted too much since her friend got out of the first taxi and got into another one. The cost was 80 EKK. I gladly handed over 100 EKK to the friend and wished her goodnight.

Angelica and I walked back to my nearby apartment. I fixed us both a couple of drinks whilst she put the fashion channel on the TV. She sat next to me on the sofa. I reached over and started to caress the back of her neck and cheek. I drew her towards me and started to kiss her. Almost immediately DFK. My hand went under her blouse and before I had a chance to cup her breast she was sitting astride me grinding her pelvis in my groin. Halleluiah I had got a real live one. Inwardly I was doing handstands and backflips. Her blouse came off in seconds along with her bra and my shirt. All this time the DFK and grinding was still going on. Her jeans and my trousers were dumped on the floor with a little more difficulty whilst she was still astride me. My mouth and hands were all over her. After a few minutes she said are we staying here. I picked her up with her legs still wrapped around me and took her to the bedroom. She made a quick trip to the bathroom where I heard the shower going.

She came back and we carried on from where we left off. The only negative thing was that Angelica did not do French. I initially used my fingers on her mouth, her nipples her stomach and finally her clit. This was followed by my mouth and lips with me ending up DATY. She enjoyed every minute of it, if the moisture on my fingers, my tongue and the bed are any evidence. She was purring and then moaning to her hearts content. I put an overcoat on the old man and round 1 was concluded in missionary. Angelica said she had to leave at 8.30 am as she has a meeting to attend. I set the alarm on my mobile phone and we fell asleep.

A couple of hours later I was awake. Angelica was lying with her head on my arm with her cute but next to my cock. Within seconds it was standing to attention. I removed my arm and put on another overcoat. I started to rub her mound and was pleased to hear the sound of her breathing altering. I could feel her wetness and inserted my fingers deeper. She was in that happy state of being half awake and still half asleep. I entered her from behind half way between doggie and from the side. I started to thrust with greater force. Angelica was fully awake by now. We adjusted position so that it was full doggie. 10 minutes of this brought round 2 to and end.

More sleep followed. I woke up at 08:15 with a ‘morning glory’ and a huge one at that. I had a quick trip to the bathroom to empty the bladder and to clean my teeth. I returned to the bed and Angelica was still asleep on her side facing me. I moistened my fingers and rubbed the tips of her nipples. This massage had the desired effect. They became erect. Angelica turned over onto her back. I proceed to give her groin the attention it duly disserved first with my fingers and then with my tongue. Moisture, moisture everywhere. Angelica rubbed the head of my cock a few times and then sat astride me cowgirl style and rode me like a jockey. This went on for quite a while. I almost ‘shot my bolt’ but managed to stop just in time. We changed positions and moved over to missionary with the bottom of Angelica’s legs against my shoulders. Round 3 finished in this manner. Angelica asked what time it was. I sheepishly replied it was almost 08:45. She jumped straight out of bed and rushed to the bathroom whilst I was still in bed with a smile and a smug expression on my face, which would have made the ‘Cheshire Cat’ envious.

Angelica quickly got dressed. I got her phone number from her. I said I may be back in about 6 weeks and I would call her. She called a taxi to take her to where she had parked her car in the city the night before and asked if she could have some money for it. I gave her 200EKK. We kissed and she departed. I went back to bed.

I got out of my pit about 1300hrs. Showered and packed. I had a very late breakfast at VS Tallinn where Dusty Bin joined me. We went back to the apartment, where I picked up my things and gave Dusty all the consumables I had not used, as I certainly was not carting them all the way back home. We got in a taxi and I dropped Dusty off at his apartment before heading out to the Airport and a flight back home.

As I mentioned in a previous post related to this trip, my objectives for this visit were a little work and some time away from all the shit that had impacted in my life in the previous 6 months. A few days to recharge my batteries in a lovely city seeing some friends and having a good time. This I achieved in bundles and I managed to score a couple of freebies with 2 nice local girls. What more can a man want ?

PS I will be out there again very, very shortly. Ain't life a ***** !!!!!!!

Happy hunting

Regards

JakeSins

Thanks for the vodka mate. See you next week!

Excellent report Jake.

Top report Jake. Tallin is a favourite of mine. I've had some good times there over the years. Enjoy Riga and lets read about it.

Great fun in Tallinn, too bad the changes of the city also means that many of the "watering holes" move on and change style.

Anyone knows what happened to the apartmentbrothel in the corner house Lembitu/Vambola the first floor. (Close to the park and just above the "tabledance/poolbar" in the basement.) Tried this establishment many times with fun and joy. Especially a small estonian 9-er with black hair, easyspooken and ongoing, made a great number a year ago. In overall nice girls to pick your choice from, polite hostess and clean rooms/bathroom.

Last winter, place closed, the house was being refurbished.

Instead a taxi-driver found me a parlor in the basement of a small apartmenthouse south of the railroad at Marta. Close to the gas station. One lady doing door and cash. The other with stunning tits. Germanspeaking. Service in small chambers with shower. Decent clean - ok service. After some foreplay she will start offering you the menu - ok pricing.

Clubs doesn't work out ok for me since they have limited service hours - ok f.i. Red Club runs long hours but it's so mainstream and europized - instead I'm looking for new apartment brothels. All info from the forum guests will be helpful!

Hello all.

I'm new to this forum. From what I have read, wow!

I travel quite a bit.

This forum has helped me out a great deal. It's amazing when I read something and I can say, wow, I know exactly where they mean.

Now on to my current dilemma. I'm in Tallin for a week. I'm looking for some locat talent to visit my hotel. I found some numbers, but none were fruitful.

Can someone help me out?

Thanks to all and thanks to this forum.

Cheers and happy hunting to us all.