GUY#2 a bad way of making contribution!
dear guy
1. i’ll just answer the question… use your mouse and click on my internet reports, you’ll find thousands of girls…
2. hotels… sorry but moscow is not montreal… the hotels are more beautiful and more expensive, same for restaurants (i.e. national, metropol, kempinski or, for restaurants, central house of writers, kiteg’ on ul. petrovka, or… the mirror hall in yar?).
3. what hell are oralsure and oralquick? some kind of machines? or som kind of strange sex? p.s. you are going to bed with women, perhaps teens even if they are *****s! and you have to respect them!
4. ahhh. sweden as a sex vacation destination… (: it is exactly like going to iran for an “alcoholic weekend” as they say in russia. pure shit!
sorry i’m not use to write in this hard words, but, first of all english is not my native tongue; second, it seems from the records that the only correspondences from guy are from montreal with: “do not go there” … “do not do this” … can we have suggestions of some other place ?
by the way i can ensure you that i am not running a flat company in moscow, i am not on the pay bill of izmailovo hotel (but i get discounts), i do not get free sex from valentina or other reported girls. so as dinghy is correctly saying find your reports. it takes not more than one or two minutes!!!
ore you are to lazy to use your mouse and your keyboard? yes this is a site for chasing pussy… you have already been censored (i approve completely) by the admin. please try to post something useful (not just 200 and more of question and critics).
please answer….
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i suppose that most of the forum readers are approving.
by the way thre are a couples of your text i’ll paste here…
"if you are fucking a $10 ***** in cambodia, you are probably not fucking a hot girl. you are probably scraping the bottom of the barrel. take a look at all the white guys in the us with asian wives. they always look like a chinese crack ***** from an amp. same with black guys and white chicks--the girls always look like white trash.
it is not about quantity. it is about quality. you can fuck 100 ukranian chicks, but if they are all dogs, well that's like me fucking 100 trailer trash bitches from kentucky and saying i fucked an all american.
no that doesn't count. that is why i hate it when people cover up the faces. a body part doesn't count if she needs a bag over her head. and if you are paying her $300 for 3 hours, which is nearly the same rate in the western world, then you are a fucking idiot for traveling halfway around the world to one of the most expensive and ripoff city in the world to fuck something at the same costs as what is available in your backyard."
and most of all:
"1. i believe you but here is what i do not understand. why are these young freebies putting out if you speakl fluent russian? it can't be because they expect to meet a westerner and get a green card. it can't be because they think a russian man who makes 40 a month has a lot of month. it can't be because they think everyone is an oligarch. is it because of your looks? personality? confidence?"
if you really belive tat russian men are making 40 usd a month, it’s better that first you go to russia (you have never been there, second that you learn reading and accounting… you know money counting!)
Finally going to Moscow!!
Hi All:
Well I am finally going to moscow this fall. I am really looking forward to taking advantage, more ways than one.
I have been reading up and it seems that if a poor smuck like me doesn't speak any Russian, the mongering seems limited to NF, CF or other such venues. tochkas seem to be a stretch at best. Any thoughts or suggestions for a non Russian speaker.
Also, one additional question, I am considering hiring a driver. Any suggestions on who can be trusted?
Thanks!
AHT169
The Black Hole: a CF update
How in the name of Yuri Dolgoruki did I end up back in CF?
I dont know, was it force of habit? Laziness? Pheremones? Gravitational pull? A FSB homing implant? A lack of other options? The nachos? A promise of free narcotic sleeping aids in your beer?
Could I smell the pussy lingering inside? Did I want to smell that pussy lingering inside?
Actually I blame the whole thing on the world cup and fellow ISG-commando Richard Cabro.
As you can tell, this report is dated... my CF visit was on July 5th, the day of the Portugal-France match in the world cup. RC and I had agreed to watch the football match together, which SHOULD have been England-France, and we had debated over where to watch it. An England fan, RC was a bit disappointed that his squad was out. As an American, I was a bit disappointed that our squad played like shit.
There are a few places showing sport on TV in Moscow, including Metallitsa, Sportland and the recently opened Bleachers. Bleachers was our original goal, as it is supposedly the best sports bar in Moscow and is the new operation of Doug.
Doug is one of the original owner/founders of several iconic Moscow establishments, including CF (now called Doug and Marty's Boarhouse) and the Hard Rock Cafe. There are a few other places he is involved in as well. Word has it that he is no longer involved in Boarhouse/CF, which will likely change the layout of our Moscow options somewhat. Time will tell if this is for better or worse.
RC and I were both running late to our meeting. He was somewhere out in Moscow-suburb Himki (IKEA-land) wooing a girl, which is way better than I have ever done in my periodic late-night excursions to Himki. My only memories of Himki involve roving packs of hungry wild flea-ridden dogs, roving packs of bored Klinskoe-drinking fascist youth and roving Lada patrol cars of cash-needy hungry, Klinskoe-drinking Moscow miliz.
I myself was busy fucking a girl, but have since forgotten which one it was. Likely candidates are Nastya, Vika or Dasha, but I really dont remember anymore. I'll have to contact CSI or check the dates on my video camera to piece that mystery together. God, I'll bet I left my DNA everywhere. Fuck.
Anyway, as the witching hour steadily approached, we both agreed to meet at CF, Doug and Marty's Boarhouse, the Boarhouse or whatever they are calling it these days. I like calling it "the Black Hole", a term coined by missing in action ISG supercommando Shostakovich, a freebie-pulling maniac that we can all learn from... if he would be so kind to rub off some of his pixie-magic on us.
In a display of astounding Prussian punctuality for someone as un-Prussian as I am, I arrived at CF at exactly 12 midnight.
RC hadnt arrived yet, but had confirmed per SMS that he was inbound, eta 30 minutes. With the football match on the big screen and the crowd equally divided between people rooting for the French and some heathens rooting for Portugal, I browsed the ho-collection areas around the bar, at the rear of the main room and along the outside of the dining area. Without waiting long, I approached a leggy attractive brunette sitting alone. We chatted a bit and as we conversed and she began to rub my leg and get cosy, I scanned the room for other candidates. It was way too early to decide on any one girl.
The quick scan revealed that there were quite a few new faces, mixed in with some "classic" models that have been around since the days when a dollar fetched 35 rubles and Tovarish Putin was still living in St.Pete. Nonetheless, my overall impression was surprisingly positive... and this even BEFORE I had any drink at all. Later on of course, after more than several drinks, it was a Xanadu-like pleasure house of superbabes quivering at my feet in sexual anticipation and begging for my attention. :)
Soon RC shows up and is already well-fueled with drink, forcing me to catch up. Him showing up was like a delightul car crash, reminding me of the scene in Boogie Nights when Dirk Diggler first meets Todd Parker and his life changes from a relatively sane and sedated one to a fantastic wild and out of control runaway train. Several beers later I have caught up to RC and am more Todd Parker than Dirk Diggler, and as we work the corner area of the bar near the door, I am impressed by RC's methods. His aggressive, yet playful approach is working perfectly and soon there is a pack of 4 or 5 girls around us both enjoying the playful banter and competing for our attention and pocket book. I adopt his methodology and achieve more than satisfactory results... at least a lot of contacts.
Soon another American shows up out of nowhere, a dentist from somewhere on his first trip to Russia. He's got the biggest, whitest smile I have seen outside of People magazine and somewhat of a caractiture of Mr.Nice Guy, but he can't be that nice if he ended up in the Black Hole. He's a friendly fun guy and we adopt him, more or less setting him up with one of our "harem".
This provided us with some interesting insight into new price structures at CF/BH, not to mention some relief in fending off the ever increasing numbers of dyevki surrounding us.
Some notes of interest to the ISG reader:
* there appears to be new Russian management at CF. According to our info, Doug is leaving or has left to pursue his other endeavors.
* there was a noticeable quality increase in terms of relative sexiness of the girls. Whether or not this was just chance or will be a more long-lasting improvement has yet to be seen. (any feedback from other ISG posters is appreciated) This may be due to the new management, or may just be our subjective view of the menu on that particular night. (RC commented the same)
* price level seems to hover around $200-250/night, later in the evening $150+. I got quotes as high as $300 at the beginning, and even at 2am $200 seemed to be a virtually fixed price. Again, more commentary appreciated from fellow posters.
* a high percentage of the girls are actually from Moscow, which may partially explain the higher prices. The girls from the regions are less in number, which is a shame since they were often cheaper and generally good providers. Where they have gone to I do not yet know...
* the "security fee" ranges from 500 to 1000 rubles ($18-35). This seems virtually unavoidable and is a supreme annoyance, since it is a worthless scam and I can't stand those bloated security goons. In the past I avoided it by meeting the girl outside, maybe this still works.
Meanwhile, RC and I are having a great time trading war stories, the most fun I have had at CF in a long time. Proves what difference a great wingman/drinking buddy can make in the overall enjoyment of a night out. The girls have been infected by our positive vibe and are laughing and drinking... on our tab of course... but their vodka-Os and beers are priced relatively harmlessly. A couple of other girls try to join the fun and ask for drinks but are unceremoniously rejected by us and do not belong to the "inner circle" of party revelers gathered around the juxtaposition of the two bars on the corner.
Its getting late (or early depending on your perspective) and time to make our exit. I've long since decided to take a girl with me and although there are several worthy candidates, my decision is essentially made for me as one of the girls in our "troupe" has been all over me for about 2 hours. She can't seem to let go of me and at some point we even do some kissing, which is quite rare for me within the club. I usually dont like to publically kiss the pros in the club and most girls avoid this as well.
She is about 1,57cm tall (5'2") and otherwise petite, but with gorgeous little perky titties and a tight, firm ass... which I have been fondling for some time. I really like her face as well, cute brunette hair with perfectly frames her clean angelic face, blue eyes and luscious Angelina-Jolie-like lips.
Although clearly our new found love is primarily business-related, there is a definite spark between us and somehow it feels very very real, which is just about as perfect as a relationship to a pro can be on a first time encounter.
Price.
RC and the Dentist also seem ready to go, and the Dentist settles on $200 + 1000 ruble security fee for a total check of $230. A bit high, but I really dont think he was going to escape for less. I am not sure what RC paid or with whom he left even, as several candidates were hovering around him when I last saw him... in his state he may have even elected to take all of them... or may in fact still be in CF at this very moment pondering his decision.
I settled on a mixture of rubles, dollars and Euros which came to about $200 total including security fee, taxi (she paid) and an overnight stay as long as I wanted, plus a free sex option anytime I was in Moscow if I took her out to dinner. (I have yet to redeem this "free sex for dinner" coupon... hope it hasnt expired...) I check her Moscow registration before leaving just to be sure, she is OK, as am I. No miliz worries.
I bid adieu to RC and the Dentist and zoom home with Mini Angelina to my Tverskaya apt.
My choice was right on target, Mini Angelina is a firecracker in the sack and we go at it like passionate lovers should. She liked a thorough pounding and all the kissing and rough passion, before I switched gears and we settled into a more sensual slow love-making type rhythym. She liked being on top until she got tired and let me govern the show. From behind seemed to be the position we liked best, but we tried almost all of them, at least all I could think of at the time. After round 1, we paused and I remembered that I had been carrying around some lingerie I bought for a ultra-sexy girl in St.Pete but wasnt able to give it to her, as she had found a rich Russian boyfriend and suddenly I was more than superfluous. I had been looking for a suitable candidate to give it to for some time and was now thinking that mini Angelina might just be the one.
It wasnt such an easy task, since it was a size XS teddy and I needed a thin girl with enough tittage to fill out the top properly. Mini Angelina seemed perfect and indeed she was, filling out the teddy top and string undies very nicely. She was of course elated to receive the new Victoria's Secret sex gear, and if tweaking her performance up a notch was even possible, she did upon receipt of my present.
I kept her around until the early afternoon, during which we alternated between fucking, chatting and general lounging. At some point I remembered I had some business to take care of, so I had to send her home. I honestly had the feeling she would have stayed through the entire afternoon... She said she'd take the metro and didnt need taxi money, so we departed with a promise to meet again... which I hope we someday do.... I'd like to redeem my coupon.
Moral of the story?
Drink a lot and throw your money out the window = big fun!