Minsk trip 2012. 1st report
Privet from Minsk!
Having flown 10, 000 km from Western Canada I arrived at Minsk-2 last week, the airport in the capital of the Belarus, my favorite mongering destination. The first few days I spent meeting with Belarusian friends, registering with the police and attempting to adjust to the 9-hour time difference which proved daunting. However, it was great to be back in Minsk and I quickly re-introduced myself to the city. Now, at the end of my first week of a month long sojourn, I have something to report.
The first woman I met in Minsk was Keyt, the beautiful 21-year studentka I sponsored last fall during my first visit to Belarus. She met me for lunch at Boulevard Cafe and brought me a sim card with enough credits to last me my entire stay. I presented her a bottle of Versace 'Bright Crystal' perfume that was recommended I buy as a gift by a sexy Russian girl I knew in Canada. Keyt was pleased and after dinner we went for a walk on Karl Marx Avenue. As we walked I allowed her to wander ahead of me a few times and admired her. Keyt has that perfect blend of tall, lean figure coupled with a wonderfully round ass. As we walked she told me how she was invited to a friend's birthday party at the exclusive Dozari night club that weekend but was worried she could not go as she had no money. I took the hint. I asked her how much she needed and she retorted immediately '100 USD'. I told her I had the money at my flat on Lenin Street and if she accompanied me there I would get it for her. She took the hint. A few hours later, with a crisp Ben Franklin placed in her hand bag, Keyt asked me, in her slightly British accent, if I was going to date any other girls while I was in Minsk. I kissed her shoulder her and reassured her she was the only girl for me. She smiled, wiggled her perfect ass into my groin and fell asleep for a few hours.
The next day I met Anya, an 18-year old who studied something or other at BSU. I say something or other as I soon discovered she could barely speak English. Actually, it wasn't English but rather Russ-English and through hand gestures, smiles and broken words I tried to have a conversation with her at My English Granny Cafe. I soon discovered it would be impossible to attempt discussing sponsorship with her. When I asked her how it was she had been speaking with me in English on the internet site we met on and later vkontakte for the previous three weeks, 'Google translator' was what she said through her perfect smile. Still, she had a pretty face, lovely eyes and a wonderful rack hidden under a tight fitted, black turtle neck. I told her I would send her an email on vkontakte when I got back to my flat and did so detailing how I was attracted to her and wanted to sponsor her. She immediately asked me for 1. 5 million BYR (185 USD) to buy a pair of shoes she said were 'haunting her in her dreams'. I thought the price steep for Minsk standards but I was admittedly charmed by her request and her beautiful little body. I agreed and within an hour she was strutting naked in my flat. Anya was the perfect mix of confidence and passiveness I prefer in a lover. Her breasts were unstoppable. Afterwards I asked her, through Google translator on my laptop, what she needed the shoes for. She said she was going to a birthday party the following night at Dozari night club. I stopped myself from laughing out loud and patted her pretty head. I wondered if she and Keyt were going to the same party.
Anyway, I have three weeks left in Minsk and some girls lined up for the weekend. I will report Monday on this weekend's activity!
Minsk 2012: Saturday night
I had an appointment with Masha early Saturday afternoon at my flat on Lenin. Masha was an 18-year old I had met off of vkontakte. At first I thought she was 21 or 22 but she assured me she was 18. Masha could barely speak a word of English but after sending numerous emails to each other using Google translator and over vkontakte we decided upon a two hour visit at my flat. Originally we agreed upon 100 USD for two hours – a wonderful rate considering how sexy she looked in her pictures. However, I made an error when asking if she wanted to be paid in American or Belarusian currency and she suddenly demanded 1 million BYR, which works out to be 125 USD. As I was eager to meet her and begin regular visits from her, I did not haggle and figured 125 USD would be well worth it if she were as attractive in person as her pictures. We agreed to meet at 14:00 in front of Grand Cafe.
At about 13:00 I was sitting on my couch reading 'The Maltese Falcon' by Dashiell Hammett when my mobile began to buzz. It was Masha.
'Hello? '
'Privet! Masha, Masha! ' was all she said. I laughed.
'Masha, are you at Grand Cafe? '
'Da, Grand Cafe! '
'OK'
I quickly got dressed, sprayed myself with Chanel 'Allure' and raced down to Grand Cafe. I found Masha standing in the shade sipping from a bottle of Bonaqua. She looked sexy in her tight blue jeans, black tank top and black heels. In heels she was about 176 cm tall and had a wonderful round ass.
'Privet! ' – 'Privet! '
'Welcome to Belarus' she said.
We got to into my flat and we spoke through Google translator on my laptop. She told me she loved my flat and thought I looked much younger than 38-years. She also said her parents were divorced and she lived with her mother and sister. I had seen pictures of her sister on vkontakte and she was equally as pretty as Masha.
I counted twenty 50, 000 blue BYR notes and Masha went to shower. 5-minutes later she bounced into my bedroom wearing nothing but black, g-string underwear and an honest smile. Masha did not disappoint and proved a hard worker. Her beautiful young lean body kept me entertained for the next two hours.
Afterwards we decided we enjoyed our time together and agreed to meet later that week. I asked her if she had any other sponsors and she replied she did not and didn't even have a boyfriend, to my surprise. When I told her she could be truthful with me as it would not change my wanting to meet with her she reassured me this was her first time with a sponsor. Admittedly I was pleased.
Later that night I got a message on vkontakte from her.
'It was nice meeting you today'
'You too' I replied.
I went to sleep that night thinking about my meeting with Liza the following day.