Y was late, which didn't surprise me in the least. On the phone earlier, she told me she was only going to stick around until around 3am, when the next bus heading towards the beach resort that she worked at was leaving. She was insistent on drinking some beer, so I got some from the local kiosk, and we went back to the apartment.
The first night that Y had come over, as I stated in my previous post, she had tried to get me to massively overpay for her cab fare. She had spent a few hours at my place, just drinking coffee, and we engaged in some light making out, but that's as far as everything went. She is a mid-20's Ukrainian girl with a nice body and a beautiful face, an absolute stunner. Probably one of the prettiest girls that I've seen here, and that's saying alot.
However, I also knew that she was a scammer. My previous boss had a side business of offering advice to Western men who come to Ukraine looking for a wife, and also did such things as doing background checks on women. Y had been a former student at the school, and my boss had actually told me about her before, saying that she was a lazy student and he was glad that she never returned to the school. During our first meeting, Y had ranted about him, saying she didn't like him, and didn't want to deal with him again. However, she was quite proud of the fact that he had her on a list of known scammers in the city.
Y and I sat for a while drinking beer, with our attempts to listen to music frequently interrupted by her constantly ringing phone, which seems to be a trait that is inherit in their DNA. I have yet to meet up with a girl here without her fielding at least two different calls during the meeting/date/fuck session.
Y complained that she was tired and not feeling well after a while, and I suggested that she lie down for a bit. She immediately took me up on the offer, and requested that I join her, which I did without hesitation.
"Are you going to be a gentleman?" she queried.
"No." I replied, honestly.
"Good. I don't like gentlemen", she responded in her thick Russian accent.
We both wasted no time getting down to business. Thankfully, my libido was functioning a bit better than earlier in the evening, and our tryst was a resounding success.
After violating her in every orifice possible (at her request, in fact), she promptly dressed and indicated that she wanted to leave. I was a little perplexed, as she still had about 2 hours until her bus, but I complied, and dressed as well. We both went into the front hallway of my flat, which is where she popped the big question.
"I need some money", she said, sheepishly.
"Um....how much?"
"100 gryvna."
The question caught me a bit by surprise, but considering that 100 gryvna isn't that much money (around $12US), I decided it wasn't a problem, and gave it to her. Her face had a bewildered look on it as I handed her the two 50 gryvna notes.
"No! I need more than this!" she exclaimed, much less sheepishly.
"What? How much?" I replied in an exasperated manner.
"I need this much", she said, and with her fingers indicated 1,000 gryvna.
"What?? Are you out of your fucking mind?" I replied, just a bit beyond exasperated.
"But, this is so little money! I need food for the trip, and I need to buy new shorts!"
After another 5 minutes of listening to her give me every classic excuse in the book as to why she needed so much money, I ended up giving her 500 gryvna just to shut her up and get her out of the flat.
I spent the rest of the night and all of the next day feeling like a complete fool. Actually, that's not right. I still feel like one. She has tried inviting herself over to my apartment again several times since, but I've promptly refused both times. "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me" is a saying that I've tired to live by. But really, I should have known better from the beginning. A leopard can't change its spots.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Two Girls, One Night (Part 1)
My last post was highly optimistic. This post isn't. Which may be why it's taken me so long to post it.
A few weeks back, i started seeing a girl, who we'll call "L". "L" is an early-30's village girl who works in my city during the week, but then goes back home to her village on the weekends. I met with her for the first time one day, and cut the meeting short as I had another date lined up for immediately after. However, during that short date, she managed to invite herself over to my flat the next evening.
She came over the next evening, then the evening after, and then again the evening after. She told me quite a bit about herself, such as that she has a 12 year old daughter back in her village, was never married, and hadn't had sex since her daughter was born. I found the last bit very hard to believe, knowing what I know of the girls here in Ukraine. She also showed me all of her friends on Odnoklassniki (a Russian social network, for those who don't know), with the first being some guy who she said was her best friend since childhood. She also went out of her way to say that she was very good friends with the guy's wife as well. I knew this meant a sign of trouble.
The second night she was over at my flat, we ended up engaging in some heavy making out. We were both ready to go, except for one small problem: I was out of condoms. We both decided to pick up where we left off the next night, which would be her last night in town before the weekend.
After she left for the evening, I noticed that she left her Odnoklassniki profile open on my computer. Not only that, but she left it up right on her private conversation with the guy who is her "best friend". The immediate thought of signing out of the browser so as not to snoop on her quickly dissipated as I noticed a few key words in Russian that usually spell "trouble", especially when the conversation is with a guy. Anyone who knows Cyrillic can easily spot the word "sex".
I ended up reading through the whole conversation chain, with the help of Google Translate. To make a long story short, her whole story about her sex life and relationship with the guy was blown right out the window. They quite freely talked about their ongoing sexual relationship, how he got her pregnant a few years ago and then paid for her abortion, and even her desperate pleas for sex from him just a day prior to our first meeting.
She came back over the next night with a terrified look on her face. The first thing she asked me is if I had snooped through her private convos on the site, as she realized she hadn't logged out of the site before she left the previous evening. I quickly brushed off the question with a vague non-answer and started getting down to business, as I had picked up some condoms earlier in the day.
The evening past that point became pretty interesting. Shortly after she arrived, my phone started ringing from an unknown number. I usually don't answer calls from unknown numbers, especially when I have a girl over, as it usually means it's a girl I've talked to or met before. However, the ringing wouldn't stop, and "L" became pretty suspicious, and demanded that I asnwered the phone. I finally relented, and found out that it was a girl named "Y".
I met "Y" a while back, shortly after having met "Z", the girl I dated for a month or so. "Y" was a professional dancer at a nightclub on a beach resort in southern Ukraine, and was also a well-known scammer who preyed on Western men who come here looking for a wife. She had come over one evening for coffee, after trying to get me to pay 300 gryvna (around $36US) for her cab fare from her village. I laughed that off, knowing the cab fare was wasn't nearly so much, and ended up giving her about half of it. She promised to come back over the next day and stay the night after taking me around town, but ended up standing me up. About a week and a half prior to this story, she met up with me at a local restaurant and apologized for standing me up, so she was temporarily back in my good graces.
"What are you doing?", asked Y in Russian.
"Nothing", I replied.
"I want to meet tonight", she said, again in Russian.
"No, I can't, I'm busy", I replied in English.
"What? How? Do you have a girl over?" asked Y, again in Russian.
"Um....yes", I replied.
"Well, get rid of her! I'll be over at 10!" replied Y, and hung up.
L immediately asked me who it was, and what the conversation was about (she didn't speak any English). I informed her that it was a girl that I didn't want to see, and then we proceeded to pick up where we left off the previous night.
However, after having found out what I did, I wasn't nearly as much in the mood this next night. The only reason I wanted to proceed was because I was insistent on ending my mini-dry spell that began after the redhead. With this being the case, our attempts at intercourse were only moderately successful. After fumbling around for a bit and having trouble with keeping it in, we gave up and L decided to go home. Thankfully, this all happened with plenty of time left before Y would be showing up.
Naturally, Y was late, but I didn't much mind. I needed time to clean up the flat and remove as much evidence as possible of what had just happened there. Why I did this, I'm not sure, as Y already knew I had a girl over. But, I also wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to fully function, as my disgust with L had left my libido a bit uncooperative.
To Be Continued...
A few weeks back, i started seeing a girl, who we'll call "L". "L" is an early-30's village girl who works in my city during the week, but then goes back home to her village on the weekends. I met with her for the first time one day, and cut the meeting short as I had another date lined up for immediately after. However, during that short date, she managed to invite herself over to my flat the next evening.
She came over the next evening, then the evening after, and then again the evening after. She told me quite a bit about herself, such as that she has a 12 year old daughter back in her village, was never married, and hadn't had sex since her daughter was born. I found the last bit very hard to believe, knowing what I know of the girls here in Ukraine. She also showed me all of her friends on Odnoklassniki (a Russian social network, for those who don't know), with the first being some guy who she said was her best friend since childhood. She also went out of her way to say that she was very good friends with the guy's wife as well. I knew this meant a sign of trouble.
The second night she was over at my flat, we ended up engaging in some heavy making out. We were both ready to go, except for one small problem: I was out of condoms. We both decided to pick up where we left off the next night, which would be her last night in town before the weekend.
After she left for the evening, I noticed that she left her Odnoklassniki profile open on my computer. Not only that, but she left it up right on her private conversation with the guy who is her "best friend". The immediate thought of signing out of the browser so as not to snoop on her quickly dissipated as I noticed a few key words in Russian that usually spell "trouble", especially when the conversation is with a guy. Anyone who knows Cyrillic can easily spot the word "sex".
I ended up reading through the whole conversation chain, with the help of Google Translate. To make a long story short, her whole story about her sex life and relationship with the guy was blown right out the window. They quite freely talked about their ongoing sexual relationship, how he got her pregnant a few years ago and then paid for her abortion, and even her desperate pleas for sex from him just a day prior to our first meeting.
She came back over the next night with a terrified look on her face. The first thing she asked me is if I had snooped through her private convos on the site, as she realized she hadn't logged out of the site before she left the previous evening. I quickly brushed off the question with a vague non-answer and started getting down to business, as I had picked up some condoms earlier in the day.
The evening past that point became pretty interesting. Shortly after she arrived, my phone started ringing from an unknown number. I usually don't answer calls from unknown numbers, especially when I have a girl over, as it usually means it's a girl I've talked to or met before. However, the ringing wouldn't stop, and "L" became pretty suspicious, and demanded that I asnwered the phone. I finally relented, and found out that it was a girl named "Y".
I met "Y" a while back, shortly after having met "Z", the girl I dated for a month or so. "Y" was a professional dancer at a nightclub on a beach resort in southern Ukraine, and was also a well-known scammer who preyed on Western men who come here looking for a wife. She had come over one evening for coffee, after trying to get me to pay 300 gryvna (around $36US) for her cab fare from her village. I laughed that off, knowing the cab fare was wasn't nearly so much, and ended up giving her about half of it. She promised to come back over the next day and stay the night after taking me around town, but ended up standing me up. About a week and a half prior to this story, she met up with me at a local restaurant and apologized for standing me up, so she was temporarily back in my good graces.
"What are you doing?", asked Y in Russian.
"Nothing", I replied.
"I want to meet tonight", she said, again in Russian.
"No, I can't, I'm busy", I replied in English.
"What? How? Do you have a girl over?" asked Y, again in Russian.
"Um....yes", I replied.
"Well, get rid of her! I'll be over at 10!" replied Y, and hung up.
L immediately asked me who it was, and what the conversation was about (she didn't speak any English). I informed her that it was a girl that I didn't want to see, and then we proceeded to pick up where we left off the previous night.
However, after having found out what I did, I wasn't nearly as much in the mood this next night. The only reason I wanted to proceed was because I was insistent on ending my mini-dry spell that began after the redhead. With this being the case, our attempts at intercourse were only moderately successful. After fumbling around for a bit and having trouble with keeping it in, we gave up and L decided to go home. Thankfully, this all happened with plenty of time left before Y would be showing up.
Naturally, Y was late, but I didn't much mind. I needed time to clean up the flat and remove as much evidence as possible of what had just happened there. Why I did this, I'm not sure, as Y already knew I had a girl over. But, I also wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to fully function, as my disgust with L had left my libido a bit uncooperative.
To Be Continued...
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