Here's a random list of strange, interesting, and perhaps even not-so-interesting things I've seen here, most of which I haven't mentioned yet. These are in no particular order. I'll probably create a follow-up post sometime down the road when I've seen more crazy and fucked up things.
...groups of "gopniki" walking around...everywhere.
...Ukrainain "militsiya" (police) beating the shit out of some random hoodlum at 3am.
...an old, senile babushka dropping her panties and taking a piss on the street, in full view of young children.
...50+ year old American men, walking arm-in-arm with young 20-something year old hotties, out on the main central street.
...some random homeless guy with blood gushing from his head, walking around as if everything was normal.
...a toothless old drunk trying to ask me for a cigarette in Russian, while I pretended to not understand anything he said. He wasn't convinced, and didn't give up on it easily.
...random older Ukrainian men proposition every girl they see for sex in exchange for money.
...plenty of deathly, evil stares from before stated "gopniki".
...just about every female student of mine asking if I have a girlfriend...even the married ones.
...my life flash before my eyes as a random marshrutka ran a red light, doing something north of 60km/h and missing me by a mere 6 inches while I crossed the road on the way to work.
...a female friend of mine telling me we won't have sex since I now have a girlfriend, and then a few seconds later pulling my cock out of my boxers to go to town on it with her mouth, while her best friend (female) sat and watched just a few feet away from us.
Ok, it looks like I lied in a previous blog entry. To my credit, though, I didn't have sex with her, and didn't even finish in her mouth. That's gotta count for something, right?
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
My 4th of July
I just read this blog post over at the Return of Kings site, and it inspired me to write about my own 4th of July.
My July 4th was pretty similiar, with only a few exceptions. My girlfriend invited me over to her flat the night before, cooked me Green Borscht while I sat in the kitchen, smoking and downing shots of cognac while watching her cook. After dinner, she washed all of the dishes, again while I watched. We then went to her bedroom, where we went several rounds of some incredible, mind-blowing sex. We took a shower together afterward, where she gave my body a thorough washing, and we sat in her living room while smoking, drinking, and talking. We had even more incredible sex before finally going to sleep.
The day of July 4th, she cooked me lunch; this time, Ukrainian "galubtsi", which we downed with more cognac and beer. We had even more incredible, mind-blowing sex before I left her apartment and went home, I considered calling one of my secondary girls for some more fun that evening, but was simply too drained from all of the incredible sex that my girlfriend gave me, while sitting fat and happy, stuffed with incredible food that she cooked for me. It was the best 4th of July I ever had, and my first that didn't take place in the US. Happy birthday, America...
My July 4th was pretty similiar, with only a few exceptions. My girlfriend invited me over to her flat the night before, cooked me Green Borscht while I sat in the kitchen, smoking and downing shots of cognac while watching her cook. After dinner, she washed all of the dishes, again while I watched. We then went to her bedroom, where we went several rounds of some incredible, mind-blowing sex. We took a shower together afterward, where she gave my body a thorough washing, and we sat in her living room while smoking, drinking, and talking. We had even more incredible sex before finally going to sleep.
The day of July 4th, she cooked me lunch; this time, Ukrainian "galubtsi", which we downed with more cognac and beer. We had even more incredible, mind-blowing sex before I left her apartment and went home, I considered calling one of my secondary girls for some more fun that evening, but was simply too drained from all of the incredible sex that my girlfriend gave me, while sitting fat and happy, stuffed with incredible food that she cooked for me. It was the best 4th of July I ever had, and my first that didn't take place in the US. Happy birthday, America...
Thursday, July 4, 2013
A Tale of Two Zs
I haven't posted much within the last month. Sorry about that. Real life has gotten in the way, though. And what I mean by real life, is dealing with women. I really didn't mean this blog to turn into a recording of my sexual exploits, but that's what it's turned out to be. This shouldn't be surprise to anyone, considering why most men come to Ukraine to begin with.
As anyone who has been reading this blog frequently should recall, my first girlfriend here was named Z. The next two most serious women that came along are named...well, Z also. While Slavic women don't tend to have many variations in names, I didn't think that this particular name would be my "lucky number".
I met Z2 in the normal way that I meet women here: on an online dating site. We talked for a while, but couldn't manage to meet, as she was busy going on vacations and work related assignments (she's a well known journalist in my city). After about a month or so of talking, we managed to meet up several times, and she made my stay here a lot more interesting.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. "How can any one woman make your stay more interesting?" No, it wasn't due to her being good in the sack (actually, she's just ok, which honestly isn't saying much, considering my experience here so far). She actually managed to show me around quite a bit of the city, particularly several historical sites. Being an ardent student of history, that caught my intention.
What also helped was the fact that she's a fan of a certain British sci-fi show, and that she knows English fairly well. We spent plenty of nights holed up in my flat, watching episode after episode of this very long running series. While we were both realling digging each other, and had plenty in common, something was still off regarding wanting to go long term with her. We both eventually decided to remain as friends.
So, enter Z3. She's a Ukrainian born half-gypsy artist, who lived in Spain for 6 years and just recently returned home. I met her in the standard way, and met her in person pretty quickly. With her, there was instant chemistry. Her English isn't very good, but she knows some, and actually speaks Spanish very well. We communicate in what has become a pretty unique mixture of English, Spanish, and Russian.
I only met her a week ago, and we've already become a constant fixture to each other. There's definitely more chemistry with her than anyone else I've met here, and it looks like my stories of sexual exploits are going to be on hold. At least for a while...
As anyone who has been reading this blog frequently should recall, my first girlfriend here was named Z. The next two most serious women that came along are named...well, Z also. While Slavic women don't tend to have many variations in names, I didn't think that this particular name would be my "lucky number".
I met Z2 in the normal way that I meet women here: on an online dating site. We talked for a while, but couldn't manage to meet, as she was busy going on vacations and work related assignments (she's a well known journalist in my city). After about a month or so of talking, we managed to meet up several times, and she made my stay here a lot more interesting.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. "How can any one woman make your stay more interesting?" No, it wasn't due to her being good in the sack (actually, she's just ok, which honestly isn't saying much, considering my experience here so far). She actually managed to show me around quite a bit of the city, particularly several historical sites. Being an ardent student of history, that caught my intention.
What also helped was the fact that she's a fan of a certain British sci-fi show, and that she knows English fairly well. We spent plenty of nights holed up in my flat, watching episode after episode of this very long running series. While we were both realling digging each other, and had plenty in common, something was still off regarding wanting to go long term with her. We both eventually decided to remain as friends.
So, enter Z3. She's a Ukrainian born half-gypsy artist, who lived in Spain for 6 years and just recently returned home. I met her in the standard way, and met her in person pretty quickly. With her, there was instant chemistry. Her English isn't very good, but she knows some, and actually speaks Spanish very well. We communicate in what has become a pretty unique mixture of English, Spanish, and Russian.
I only met her a week ago, and we've already become a constant fixture to each other. There's definitely more chemistry with her than anyone else I've met here, and it looks like my stories of sexual exploits are going to be on hold. At least for a while...
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