What not to do when trying to improve your standards.

Upon arriving to Eastern Europe the women were noticeably hotter, however my standards have not necessarily improved. I set myself an objective and it was to aim for nothing less than an 8, but unfortunately I have been left visually unsatisfied with the women I have been dipping my penis into.

I returned to Krakow to not only pick up my replacement bankcards, but to also seal the deal with the Polish girl I had hooked up with 3 weeks beforehand. She had been sending me messages via facebook saying that she would like me to visit her family in Wroclaw, but I wasn’t about to give her the idea that I wanted to be her boyfriend so I politely declined the offer and suggested we “just see how things go”. When making this decision I was in two minds, would her panties drop faster if she thought we were heading toward a relationship? Or would I be better off dodging the questions and making it obvious I was just in it for the sex? For some unknown reason I went with the latter.

We had been making out behind the reception desk for the first few nights, but trying to escalate whilst she was supposed to be working seemed completely out of the question. I decided that it would be best to question her cooking ability and fish for an invite to her house. I figured that her dinner table would be at most 10 metres from her bedroom so logistically it was much easier than any other situation I had been in with her before. She took the bait and an invite quickly followed.

She shared her house with two other people, one of whom slept in a bed only metres from hers and the only privacy was a curtain that covered around half the doorway. The thought of me banging away whilst her roommate had no other choice but to listen was fairly awesome, however it dramatically decreased my chances of sealing the deal if she wasn’t keen on putting on a show.

The night had quickly turned from dinner to vodka, and as alcohol is the number one sex drug of all time, it was exactly the direction I was hoping for it to go. After a few hours of solid drinking it was time for everyone to leave. I had tried to kiss the Polish girl earlier in the night, but I had received a head turn on each attempt so I was unsure where I stood. I assumed she was just playing hard to get so I brushed it off and didn’t become frustrated.

The Polish girl’s friend seemed to have taken a liking to Lionel so he ended up weaseling his way into her bed the only way he knows how; by not taking no for an answer. As I lay in the Polish girl’s bed waiting for her to return from the shower, I heard every objection that could possibly come from a girl’s mouth. Her resistance was no match for Lionel’s objection handling skills and I was stuck listening to the soothing sounds of a plump little polish girl’s moans.

The Polish girl would return from the shower just as the moans had stopped and the snoring had begun. The challenge was set: Get a timid girl horny to the sounds of Lionel snoring with her roommate wide-awake only metres away. This unfortunately would prove too difficult of a task and I would go to sleep with a face covered in pussy juice and testicles filled to the brim.

The following night we would be forced out of the hostel because a school group had made a group booking. This would now allow me to bring a girl back to the hostel without the risk of it getting back to my polish girl. After four nights of nothing but kissing and meaningless foreplay, I was once again out to fuck anything. I would hook myself a minger and take all my sexual frustration out on her vagina. 

My top  3 quotes from her lips to my ears mid-bang were as follows:

“Australian guys are the best!”

“Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GGGGGGODDDD!”

I however would receive no validation from this and am still without doubt needing to improve my standards.

- Gavin Madden

Should you ditch the mediocre bank fuck for a shot at a solid 9?

There comes a time in every man’s life when he must choose between ditching an easy fuck for a chance at scoring some quality vagina. He’s pulled the trigger too early and a new batch of beautiful, willing, talkative women have entered the club. He hates the thought of his friends scoring with these women whilst he’s stuck with a girl who, although a respectable 6, might as well of looked like a 45-year-old meth addict in comparison.

It was at 5am after a big night out that we met Tania outside one of Romania’s many Kabab shops. I did my very best to find a feature that stood out, but after talking to her for a good thirty minutes all that was established was that she wasn’t ugly and as plain as a bag of flour. Her teeth were okay, her face was okay, her body was slim and as a person she was nice yet awkward. We planned on ‘friend zoning’ her in hope that she would have some hotter friends to gain access to, so we exchanged details and made plans for her to show us around town sometime soon.

We arranged to meet in the town centre of Cluj, a small uni town in the north of Transylvania. Just like many University towns within Eastern Europe most of the students had flocked to the coasts to party by the beach. Despite this there still seemed to be a decent amount of people out drinking during the week and as expected it was about 70/30 in favour of men.

Lionel, Tania and I went to a bar called ‘Janis’ to meet up with her friend. Lionel and I were praying for someone under 55kgs, but unfortunately we were greeted by someone that weighed possibly 25kgs heavier. She had wide hips and a flat ass and when she smiled she looked like the cat from Alice In Wonderland. As the sun when down so did many drinks and although I had little to no interest in Tania, low light and alcohol makes even the most hideous women seem bangable; this is where it all went wrong.

Earlier in the night I had opened a group of 9’s that, although responsive, I did get a “I don’t wish to talk to you anymore” vibe from them. I am still kicking myself that I didn’t break through the language barrier and push for more of a conversation.

After making our way to the dance floor I noticed that there weren’t as many options as I would have hoped. The room was filled was typical scary looking Romanian men ready to pounce on anything that looked remotely female. Tania’s only friend was a disgrace and they didn’t seem to be the type to mingle with the Romanian elite.

At this point of the night I was fairly drunk and at the time felt as though there was no other option but to make a move on the girl I had planned on ‘friend zoning’. I took her hand and lead her to a dark seating area where it would be easier to go for the kiss. An hour earlier I had made a bet with someone from the group that Tania would be a horrible kiss, but much to my amazement she was up there with the best.

I decided it would be best to make my way back to the dance floor to see what everyone else was up to. My cock was instantly jealous as Alan was kissing one of the 9’s I had been speaking to earlier on in the night. I drunkenly stumbled over to the rest of the girls leaving Tania behind as she was having a conversation with cat face. I started a conversation with a cute blonde girl about how she didn’t look Romanian and that blonde, blue eyed Romanians simply don’t exist. She wore a long summer dress that was hiding a vagina I was hoping would be riding my face by the end of the night. As we got closer I could feel Tania’s eyes burning the hair on the back of my scalp. What was I to do? Do I risk banging a 6 for a shot at a 9? These decisions are hard to make after 20 or so standard drinks.

My standards throughout Europe weren’t all that bad, but taking my chances with a 9 seemed like the best idea at the time. Tania got the idea and I hardly saw her for the rest of the evening, but getting anywhere with blondie wasn’t exactly easy. I was hoping that with Alan hooking up with her friend this would get her in a hooking up state of mind; this unfortunately wasn’t the case. I ended the night with all their facebooks and a classic case of blue balls.

Did I make the right decision? Or would it have been best to bang a mediocre Romanian?

- Gavin Madden

The pros and cons of banging an Eastern European prostitute

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Last night I broke my rule and paid for sex. Since travelling Eastern Europe I have come across many travellers who have had no regrets about paying 50 or so euro to fuck possibly the hottest chick they’ve ever laid eyes on. It was because of this I became increasingly curious to experience a prostitute first hand.

Earlier in the night Lionel and I had joked about visiting the whorehouse, but I could tell there was a certain degree of seriousness in his eyes. During my trip to Varna I had been very close to fucking a prostitute and had it not been for a few logistical problems, I would have been banging some dirty bitch in an alleyway.

Bucharest is one of the prettiest capital cities I’ve been to in Eastern Europe; furthermore the women are beautiful and pleasant to talk to. For this very reason I have no excuses for going to a hooker other than out of “curiosity”.

The group had been out for several hours and were getting fairly boozy. I hadn’t had sex for 8 days so sex was at the very front of my mind, but putting in effort to get it wasn’t something I was in the mood for. Being drunk, horny and lazy are a dangerous cocktail of emotions that will have you in the back seat of a cab on the way to a Romanian “massage parlour”.

We had discussed a price with the cab driver and he had agreed to take us to the “most beautiful girls in all of Romania”. The girls in Romania are only rivalled by Poland so understandably our expectations were at an all time high.

Upon arriving at the “massage parlour” we were greeted by about 8 skimpily dressed women. “Pick” said the a well dress woman who, although didn’t look like a prostitute, I’m sure she would of fucked one of us for a reasonable price. Lionel and I decided that the 19-year-old Australian that had tagged along could have first choice. He must have been absolutely shit faced because, much to my delight, he picked the second ugliest. As he was escorted away to a private room a dark featured 20 something caught my eye. Her body was immaculate, lips plump, eyes smoky and perky size D breasts; I would be fucking her tonight.

After showering I had a few moments alone in the bedroom so I decided it would make sense to wack myself off to get the blood flowing. Unlike the young Australian that had tagged along I had made sure I hadn’t drunk too much as mashing my flaccid cock against her weathered vagina wouldn’t exactly give me value for money. I had heard that some hookers allow you to kiss them so, although she may have been sucking on a random cock twenty minutes beforehand, I decided I couldn’t resist such a marvellous work of nature. The kissing was surprisingly passionate and the sex was incredible.

Afterwards the conversation was playful and we even had a pillow fight. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume this is not typical of all prostitutes in Eastern Europe, but this was the best 50euro I’ve ever spent. “Goodbye my little monkey” she said as she kissed me on the cheek goodbye. “Goodbye my little guinea pig” I replied.

Pros:

 If you can weasel your way into kissing her, the memory of paying for sex just two minutes beforehand soon fades.

No effort for great sex with a very attractive woman.

Eastern European women live to please men. She knows how to ride and she really knows how to suck dick (In my case deepthroat).

You gain access to a 9-10’s vagina that you may have never been able to enter otherwise.

If you can, go to a brothel or “massage parlour”. They are more like 4-5 star hotels than the sex dungeon most people would picture in their heads. Paying for sex in an alleyway is fucked.

Most of the prostitutes have boyfriends. Knowing you’re banging some dudes girlfriend can be kind of hot. This could be considered a ‘con’ for some people. 

Receiving complimentary fruit and cigarettes.

Cons:

Sometimes the thought of having sex with a girl you’ve been gaming all night is better than the sex itself.

You have to wear a condom when receiving head.

You don’t feel as though you’ve earned the sex.

Knowing that the chick has banged hundreds of drunken men and that you are just another customer makes me weep.

Sex without kissing doesn’t do anything for me, and 99% of the time they will refuse. I suppose I just got lucky.

Eating pussy is one of my favourite things to do.  For me, sex without eating pussy is worse than getting jizz in your face. Unfortunately eating a prostitute’s pussy is fairly dirty, although I know people that have done it (Lionel).

Banging a prostitute can make you lazy. You think “Why would I bother spending money drinking and talking to mediocre women if I can go fuck a 10 right now for 50 euro?” This state of mind will ruin your game forever.

Advice for first timers

·      Only take in the amount of money you’re prepared to spend. Being robbed of anything that’s left in your pants isn’t uncommon.

·      Treat her like any other girl and don’t be afraid to try to kiss her mid-bang. If she’s enjoying herself she may get caught up in the moment and kiss back; she’s only human after all.

·      Have fun with it. Joke around with her before you fuck to try to break down her walls. The idea is to try to make her forget she’s “just doing it for the money”.

·      Do your best to get to know her as much as possible before you bang her. 

   Although building a strong emotional connection with a prostitute is unrealistic, doing nothing but fucking is nowhere near as fun.

·      Don’t turn up too drunk. Spending the whole time trying to get an erection isn’t worth your 50 euros.

·      Try for anal at no extra cost

- Gavin Madden