What am I up to?

2012 14 May 2012
 
  May 14, 2012   Posted by at 7:32 am   Cazzeggiando , Service Information   Tagged with: ,   7 Responses »

Question: What am I up to?

Answer: who cares?

True .. legitimate answer .. and .. also quite acceptable to me ... but since I've made is question you might as well give the answer.

I'm coming back on the scene .. that I'm coming back to stir in the field of forums and dell'escorting. Why? In fact I'm not ever come out but last year I did some experiments a few tests .. well ... I had fun doing the idiot (I can not very well .. interpretation by oscar).

So I come back to stir the murky world of the frequenters of the worst brothels calcutta as would clear ... but this time seen in a more ironic and funny ... less heavy.

It still takes a while .. I'm not ready yet but I think the end result will be interesting, for sure I will be the new "friends".

I also have other wires being shot and resume .. I just think that I have about 53 drafts waiting to be reviewed .. strangest thing for me because usually I write about casting.

Surely most will end up in the trash because they are no longer relevant or simply because they feel the more my ... anyway ... unfortunately some will be saved for you.

What does "ays"

2010 December 09 2010
 
  December 9, 2010   Posted by at 6:12 pm   Cazzeggiando   Tagged with: , ,   23 Responses »

Ok ... since it's Christmas I make a "gift" too.

Lately she returned the curiosity around "Bibiebibo" .. the signature ... and other little things, all you can not reveal anything but yes.

And then we reveal the mystery of the "signature" or the mystery of "ays"

You understand that it is an acronym, it is about understanding what it means, but first you need to tell you how I found out.

Those were different times, namely London .. a long time ago unknown (otherwise .. it starts again with the age ..) but several years ago and I was an adult and vaccinated.

I was in London for a mixture of business and pleasure and something about that time I have written in the past. London from the perspective of "escorts" is the maximum, it was then and still is I think. I had already attended this trend and here from time to time that is independent of any escort agency.

One evening I call an escort and I agree with you to a meeting. Come to me and we spend a very pleasant couple of hours. I remember perfectly the name "Mercedes", but unidentified Hispanic origin. I still have it somewhere on his business card, which left me, it was black with only the name in gold, phone number and a signature under the name (in gold).

The symbol was the acronym "ays." All clear now? Not yet?

Clear that it is of Anglo-Saxon origin ... try to imagine what could be written on a business card of an escort. What does an escort? ... Ok .. so many things .. but one thing mainly: provides a service (.. at least in the Anglo-Saxon conception of escort).

So the "s" stands for "service" and now everything is clear.

The acronym is as follows: At Your Service, "at your service" literally but better understood as "to serve."

I liked that signature and when I started writing in various forums and I had to find a signature, after using for a while, '"Love" but it was too honeyed ... here I inizato to use "ays."

The mystery is revealed the signature that has intrigued a lot, and not just here on the blog but also in various forums. It is not a great mystery but that's it.

There is still a long way to define ... like how did the nick ... the story on the ship ... school age (this .. even with pliers Inquisitor ..).

ays Bibi

I did the escort for ladies

2010 Apr 27 2010
 
  April 27, 2010   Posted by at 11:18 am   Stories and Portraits   Tagged with: ,   6 Responses »

The initial phase of the new project has started and I have to say it went pretty well, so well that it is already walking on her own. The still follow very closely but I do not have to be always present and that was what I was hoping.

On the sidelines of everything that has happened I have to explain the title of the post otherwise you take me for a madman (oddio.. Not so difficult).

And 'success at the official presentation of the new project that I will not explain. In two words .. Remember when I wrote that I had gone to Rome to meet with a jerk of Parliament? Well .. from there started a project and now has materialized. And in Rome this week it was launched.

And that's where I did the tour. I must say it was very strange, for years I have benefited from the services of "escorts" and at the end, as in Dante's hell of a law of retaliation, I found myself "companion".

And 'all happened by chance and because of the four words that I know Russian. There were also customers that came from those parts, and then I found myself scarrozza three tizie to rome. Among other things, not being Roman, was not exactly a walk.

But first things first.

It all starts with the presentation of the project followed by refreshments ect. ect. ect. followed by a nice fuck in the programs because, at the end of the day everyone had to leave for his cabbages. Big mistake because the three gals want to go around Rome, but do not know a word that is not the Romanian or Russian (Two and a Romanian Russian). And then my "brilliant" partner remembers that I know four shit in that language and I pretends to be a fine speaker and expert on the ways of Gogol .. (bastard inside ...) and ensures the ladies who will be their guide ... (bastard inside and out ..).

Now .. the ladies are not exactly "ladies" .... let's say it like it is, one (Russian) is a big woman of about 40 years old and of considerable size, the two Romanian they instead thirty years, instead it is a normal and a a great pussy (to put it in a comprehensible way at all).

It starts immediately for dinner and I have to improvise a local trasteverino drawn randomly and luckily I'm okay. The big woman Russian launches a taste of what goes on in any shot fork ... while the "normal" (as the distinction from the "chick") just look and nibbling little or nothing. The "chick" and it is normal but it gives us a little inside too with the wine of the castles.

After dinner, the "buoy station" (the Russian) gives distorted the last "tiramisu" phagocytized and wants to return to the hotel. Undecided until the last moment whether to call a taxi or a tow truck, I opt for the first and the fatigue load on the vehicle under the worried gaze of the taxi driver who tells me "aho ... I had just redone the armortizzatori .. mortacci them ..".

At this point it seems to me that everything goes well and I am going to call other taxis but the two stop me, "disk" ... record? Which album? Time? Wheel? Please specify ...

Cocks are ... they want to go to the disco to dance ... Now .. I have a certain age, I do not deny that as a boy I attended clubs but we are talking about places that no longer exist ... where I would go is to find scavendo by exhibits and store them in a museum .. And all this had not happened in Rome.

Desperate for help in the restaurant owner that I pity rattles off a few names of disco quite in vogue in the capital.

"Gilda" ... "Jackie O" ... "Piper" dick ... but they are the same names that were circulating in my day! That's why they call it the eternal city! Then come other names unknown to me.

Scholar in five seconds on the nightlife of the capital, and I propose to launch a first local tizie. Via .. we go.

We arrive at this place and honestly I was expecting something better but this is what passes the monastery and considering that by entering I saw in the distance the Dome ... I think a proper comparison.

The two embark on track regardless of everything and everyone. Rest a little shocked because they give points to the local dancers, if they had access to a pole ... I do not know where they would disappear .. I had stayed at the dances maybe a little more "normal" here is all a rustle and a mood of porn movies. The fact is that in a short time the area is filled with "gadflies". What is a "gadfly"? And 'that insect extremely tedious and persistent biting as few and usually torture cows .. and Christians during the summer.

Where I come from is also to indicate those funny looking stubbornly to mate and copulate with all the girls, women or the like that happen to shoot. In the disco if they were always and I see that this has not changed.

The two girls have attracted the attention of all the "gadflies" local and I have to say that the Romans as a "tafanaggine" have no rivals ... but the two are laughing at the great and I understand that they're having to take the piss the cloud that surrounds them. I do my "the coat" that I lean against the wall, drink and look at him and I slam the Maronites thinking about what I have to do the next day.

After a couple of hours and at least three comsumazioni, the "chick" comes and tells me "where do we go now?" ..... Like where are we going? There are two options: to sleep or fuck it ... NO .. third option .. in another room .. because one is not enough, wants to see Rome .. ect. ect ... ect ...

Sorridenndo and bestemiando, move away the "gadflies" from the normal with both gain and output pursued by curses on my future generations and appreciation on the professionalism of my grandmothers and great-grandmothers throw me from them.

I opt for a restaurant in the Testaccio and find myself in a pit .. Crazy local decidedly low-level music and as people but the two girls goes well, will be the alcohol I think.

The girl was taken immediately assaulted by two really interesting examples of "male asshole", that is what makes the "conquistador" in disk ... The specimens have in common a beautiful pitch in where you can park the head coach of the faithful headed to St. Peter's , a lean physique .. but nn certain athletic front have a discreet "graveyard of pies" as they say a couple of comedians. And the eyes ... I do not know if I have but I only noticed his eyes wild, constantly moving on every part of the body of the chick. I find myself thinking if I too was like that, too, if I behaved the same way ... oh my .. that figure shit .... if that were the case I would have been stood on its own.

The normal she also has her work cut out to disentangle the various polyps that surround it, it all goes smoothly. The thing I get out of hand when the "chick" begins to slinguazzare with a male free range that must have the gun because he has a gun in your pocket or at least I think.

The "gadflies" at this point you throw all the normal beginning to show signs of slowing down and at the end ... she gives up and moves slimonazza quite a gadfly. From the location of hangers observe the sad disperse the horseflies were disappointed, all with guns in his pocket and without being able to fire a shot.

Now I ask myself the question: how to go to bed to sleep and bring the two without having to deal with the two duels Rusticana horseflies? Or leave them there to fend for sun? I opt for a solution suggeritami by Quintus Fabius Maximus, temporized.

The chick continues to amaze me because she is in practice almost scopazzarsi the gadfly while the normal is more a victim than victimizer. Things go for long and I'm almost asleep when the scenario changes abruptly. The two greet their horseflies, you slinguazzano and then calmly come to me and tell me that we can go ... I'm surprised but I do not find the exact words to describe the faces of the two horseflies downloaded that way .. there are no words really, I should do just a picture but I think that if I want to get out alive is something to be avoided.

By taxi the two laugh big, then I speak a little bit of the evening. The discussion continues in the hotel and in practice, I trust that they just wanted to have a little fun, they are both married and with children as well. Never had intentions to go further, just a bit of fun and nothing more, and indeed the chick asks me if by chance I have offended or if I have created problems. "Absolutely not," is my answer and I have to say that I know enough to lie well and I think he bought it.

When I get in the room I think back to the evening and I think of all the various managers that after stressful meetings or conferences eventually "relax" with various escorts. I worked for a while in a multinational vied to go to conferences or take positions for short periods in remote locations to go to whores.

The two gals had fun at the end and did not do anything more than what they normally do hundreds of men, indeed .. were also good at stopping. What can I say?

I can only say that I did the tour and all in all it was fun .... I open a new career?

80 pounds are not enough .. sorry

2010 March 03 2010
 
  March 3, 2010   Posted by at 10:22 am   Cazzeggiando   Tagged with: ,   3 Responses »

Today I threw a look at the search terms by which some poor wretch comes in this wasteland that is my blog.

"The ways of God are endless," they say and even search terms apparently. There are curious, strange, crazy and of even more. The girl with the suitcase we dedicated a page and has done very well.

Today one made me laugh like few others .. in part because it is related to one of my recent past and in part because it means just do not get the idea of ​​what you're trying ..

In practice, a guy came to this blog searching with google: "escorts in london less than 80 pounds."

Now .. calculator in hand 80 pounds is equivalent to about 88 euro!!

At this point it is necessary to give some advice to this dear friend likely hood pimp (but I will remain only an aspiration ..).

Dear friend .. London with 80 pounds ... if you can walk one evening with a dark, understood as Guinness at the pub. The escorts, escort girls meaning to a certain level, no toxic substances that are in king's cross, for 80 pounds you do not even shake his hand.

And to tell the truth ... even in Italy I know that you have to continue to rely on Federica because with 88 euro escorts are of little or nothing.

Do you know what can I do? Get emails I'll put you in touch with Confucia ... maybe you can combine with 80 pounds ....

O Silvio, my dear whore.

2009 October 02 2009
 
  October 2, 2009   Posted by at 3:31 pm   Commenting on the news , Prostitution   Tagged with: , , ,   4 Responses »

Since we are in a democracy where there is ample freedom of the press and so there is no danger that the video with the statements of D'Addario disappear like snow in the sun ... I thought I'd propose them.

A little letter to Silvio ...

Silvio, dear friend whores long course, you have to feel comfortable and admit the crap you do. In any case, they are less serious than the bullshit you say ... like that of a million jobs. Relax and think about Clinton, for him a blowjob at times lost the White House, for a blowjob you've had to do only one Minister and risk losing Villa San Martino but you have other residences .. in Sardinia, in the Caribbean ... to Hammamet ...

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Tamzin

2008 22 November 2008
 
  November 22, 2008   Posted by at 11:31 pm   Portraits and Stories , Sounds and Emotions   Tagged with: , , , , ,   No Responses »

I was torn between the memories of a foggy London or a solar Russia. Yes, solar because Russia can be solar. Duval has made me remember with a game of joints passed.

But I decided to go with the mind in London, about a certain number of years ago. And there I met Tamzin.

What to say more than what has been said before with Christine? London, money .. only .. ect. ect. pastry.
Tamzin was one of the pastries on display. Marvellous.

It was a melting pot of races and as often happens it was the best of both. Half Tamil and half English. Never understood if the mother or father, and to tell the truth never screwed anything to know.

As already written, in London there were (and still think there are) agencies issues, if you wanted a black girl you called an agency, if you wanted an Asian girl another and so on.

One evening I called an agency that sent me Tamzin.

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It was wonderful when he came in my little room I was speechless and it is not something that happens to me often.

Beautiful, tall, bearing a large, two boobs from fear and trust me when I tell you to be afraid, huge, natural.

Mora with a mestizo complexion that brought out his eyes, dark and deep as the deep bottom there is. And a smile that opens the heart.

Economic formalities are completed, I find myself talking to her but also to caress her and everything else. I'm not good at writing for erotic encounters, this is something that I leave to others more talented but I can say it was a real bomb.

After talking again and you eat something together, has a brain mica laughing the girl. The craft has chosen independently and without many problems. He tells me that for a half-breed like you there are many perspectives. The British of Indian origin not love it and the British pure love her tits and that's it.

So he decides to use them and became accompanist. It does this for about two years (tells me to be 20 years old ... maybe I'll ...) and we have already bought a house. Not a palace but a small house standard quintessentially English with a small garden at the back. For she is the achievement of a goal. Now thinking of a different investment.

We talk between a potato and another and it seems to follow a seminar on investment opportunities in England held by a stunning busty half blood lying naked on the bed in my room and I think if the seminars were so ......

At the end greets me and walks away. For the moment. The next day I do not have shit to do then call the agency and fixed another meeting with Tamzin.

She smiles at me when he arrives ect. ect ect and then says seriously: "you must be very rich." I ask her why and she tells me that she costs a lot and then ..

True, it is not cheap but you only live once .. (read Christine and you will understand ..).

Step another wonderful evening with her to talk and of course to consume. Do not deny it, and I consumed a lot. Tamzin is solar and radiates an aura all around beneficial. From the sexual point of view, a volcano would call cold by comparison. But ...

But it becomes a truly professional finish. E 'from her that I learned to appreciate the professionals than improvvisitate, the pseudo no prof.

It gives you everything and anything, but in every moment gives you what you want. When he leaves, I greet you and she tells me that it was good and I believe it but I have not called.

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PS is an experiment, music and story .. maybe .. I do not know .. but I wanted to try something different.
Maybe there will be a second part .. maybe not.

Christine

2008 November 08 2008
 
  November 8, 2008   Posted by at 1:23 pm   Stories and Portraits   Tagged with: , , , , ,   1 Response »

Prologue: time and place

London, long time ago.
How can you not fall in love with a city so when you do not have big problems, there are no restrictions and you turn a little money in your pocket?

In that period of my life I was in this idyllic condition, but not too young, no constraints particular, discrete financial availability due to a good job and no mortgage to pay. In this condition I find myself living in London for about a month. They are called "internships" in reality for me is a vacation full time.

I take home in a central location. The first attempt is a disaster hallucinating, contact an agency that finds me a "kind location" ... near Kings Cross Station Railroad. Translated into practice, I found a toilet room in a kind of hostel close to Kings Cross station, the one where I burned a ton of people during a fire.

Apart from the process in common with a group of strangers at a guess they have many years younger than me but many more problems than me at making ends meet and maybe even a few problems with the correct use of substances derived from opium, the rest of the room is simply a copy of the process above. The "location" is inserted in a corner with magnificent views of the "pizza hut" and consequent beneficial free of fragrances and aromas coming from the same. When you consider that white is a color that is not very frequent among the frequenters of the sidewalks surrounding nightlife, here is the picture of a perfect place where you can shoot yourself in peace and have all the extenuating circumstances of the case.

Step Two wonderful nights in my room, sleeping little, but clutching a healthy and sincere friendship with a family of cockroaches living there for three generations. During the day I spend my time looking for an accommodation relocate to where even though I know that doing so will break my heart to my room neighbor, a young Spanish arrived two days before me that when I arrived he hugged me like I was a brother. I was the first "normal" person he met for three days.

Finally on the third day I find an accommodation within the reach of my finances. Incidentally, I would be willing to steal the crown jewels just to leave. The new "location" far more welcoming. I found another room in Knightsbridge. How to tell from rags to riches. For those not practical, it is (.. was .. maybe it still is ..) a very nice area, very close to Hyde Park, close to Harrod's, close to the legendary King's Road (the road famous for fashion). . short, as you say "I turned."

The rent and also has turned a lot but you only live once and then ..

On the fourth day, I wake up, I open the window and see in the distance a piece of the park and then they say that happiness is hard to get!

For three or four days messing around on the streets like a moron, you know movies like "An American in Paris" or something? My internship has not started yet so I can try to enjoy the city and figure out how to move.

I find the London squares and streets strangest and then step to the London tourist with all the stops classic is useless to enumerate. Remarkable thing, a little bar with authentic Italian coffee in the heart of Soho.

Soho instead is a disappointment crazy, life in the neighborhood of vice London is a sadness. Much better move along "the thames." Then there are an infinite number of rooms of the convent garden and the theater district. Dancing a little bit everywhere and I find the area of ​​Camden. In short, the first week I like to fuck right and left like few others.

I begin the internship, low effort and frequency only in the morning, in practice it is a godsend. Among other things, it is not even very far, paddington area. I shall digress. Paddington is an area in my opinion, very beautiful with a whole series of old style houses with white colonnades that is contaminated by a strong presence of Indians. I do not know if this has affected but the area is also teeming with ads for dating a fee.

Actually, this is one of the things I've seen right away. The first time I telfonato from a payphone, I was astonished; throughout the cabin was covered with andesivi and business cards for escorts, bdsm, ethnic, call girls, call-boys ... ect ect. in short, the whole sample was at hand. The feeling was that of a child left alone in the bakery.

And here begins the story.

Part One: the pastry or easy sex

What does a child left alone in a bakery? Obvious ... taste the pasta.

And then one day I am at the regent's park sitting on a bench with a business card in his hand. Black with a gold ticket written in italics big "Mercedes" and below "the dreams become truth" and behind only "call at xxxxxxxxxxxxx).

You only live once ..... remember?

"Hello, mercedes speaking, may I help you?" Sure you can help me ... and so between a joke and a bit of embarrassment fixed the meeting. It is not exactly cheap, I would say pricey but does nothing. I will not tell you how it went, and it went very well.

And so it all begins. If it had gone wrong I would not be here to tell and write.

After Mercedes try some other girl. Can anyone say "sorry but why do not you try one without paying? a normal girl like everyone else. " Well, in fact I even found a couple of girls "normal" but normality is a very relative concept in England and in London, xdux.net. One evening I spend the evening in a pub drinking beer and playing dards and lose without restraint, however, I refer with snooker. Between dard, a beer and a game of snooker, I make friends with abitueè the pub. It 'something difficult and rare. usually the group of regulars not shit ever again, much less tourists but maybe because I lose a lot of darts became sympathetic.

At closing time I have two girls in the group, nothing special, but pretty average. "Italians do it better" and similar crap and I finally found himself to sleep from them. Sleep .. understatement to say that I am to spend the night with them. I've never been a lover of the orgy, dell'ammucchiata, I do not like the traffic "on the bed" but will have been alcohol or another in the end it turned out well with two girls "normal."

I go to a girl dle my internship, I attend in the sense that sometimes comes out to eat and ended up there. It 'a Hungarian girl who claims to be related to not know who important of his country. Very cute and even a little strange. will also be related to an important person, but one day while we eat sitting on a bench in a small park asks me if I Farel a favor. "Of course," replies the Italian turkey doc (of Origin crap). "Can I borrow 50 pounds?" Is the angelic request. Now, the girl has about twenty-two, blonde, a beautiful body and two blue eyes that are now model puppy cooker and stares at me hopefully. What do you think has answered a true gentleman Italian d.oc.? Yeah, that's what. Incidentally I have no ulterior motives but I am a little surprised by the request, and still advance that this loan is yet to be paid years later. Let's say that I have funded the development of an emerging country of Eastern Europe.

This explains why the appeal to business and to the ads. Much more relaxing and less complications and misunderstandings. If I go out with a call-girls and this asks me the rest of the money is not surprised, it is normal. if I go out with two and we end up in bed, I'm not surprised, it is normal. You only live once and that shit .. at least quietly.

The choice is vast and diverse, it is a supermarket open 24 to 24. There are sectoral agencies and ethnic for lovers of the genre. I do not have specific tastes and then go on classic things. One evening I call an agency and I answered a guy nice enough, fixed the meeting and sent me home the girl Christine.

And here begins another story.

Part Two: You

Christine arrives on time like a Swiss watch. I open the door and the space is occupied by a mass of blonde hair curly, wavy ... and a fabulous smile. Green eyes smiling with golden and shining with its own light. "Hi, I'm Christine" has a beautiful voice, friendly and kind, cheerful. Definition of the moment: a calendar girl.

First rule issues financed by the usual envelope and then begin to talk a little bit. Well .. we do not talk to much to tell the truth because honestly I can not resist a lot to look at her only. What about what happened? I can say it was a remarkable experience, she smiles, laughs and then smiles again. I often shoot shit in English and talk about anything and everything. At the end we are talking about a lot of things and our between a drink, a laugh and a kiss. At the end of the evening we salute you and says "You are very funny, thanks."

In the morning I do not go to the stage, go to the park, not to Hyde Park, prefersico the other one next. Rest there for a while then I'm going to look around on the underground up to Covent Garden and stand there and look at who has the bigger head. My head is muffled, I seem to walk 30 inches from the ground or close to heaven depending on your point of view. I have a feeling space / time very distorted. In the late afternoon return in my room and I call Christine.

He left me the number of his house. The night before, he told me that he lives with his sister who is now on. have recorded a song as an answering machine that says it is a hoot. I dial the number.

"Hello ......." and begins a song for two voices that is a disaster but definitely fun because you feel that you recorded in a time when the alcohol is going to take a trip outside of the liver, and spent the evening with the duodenum.

At the end of the secretariat leave a message with my phone number. Phrases that do not mean anything but at the moment I seem intelligent and beautiful. After about half an hour the phone rings. And 'her.

"Hello funny italian! How are you? "Thus begins and is already over or maybe it started .. I do not know what, but I know that at that precise moment" something "happened. Laughing and joking we arrange to meet for the evening. A payment is clear.

While we're on time we decided to go get something to eat together. Idiot .. do not even know where to take her! I do not know that the other places where I eat sandwiches or other crap in some pubs and I invited her out to eat! Christine arrives on time as usual, even a little in advance and if yesterday had seemed beautiful, now I'm sure: it's beautiful. I do not know yet where to go and she must have realized that they are a little messed up. It offers her a place near. Ok, gone. It 'a place very similar to where I go, sandwiches, some crap and nothing more. A beer and some crap that I honestly do not know what it is but I do not care. She is in front of me and that is enough and move forward. He tells me he wants to get the breast again would increase it. It seems to me that he is fine as it is. "Noooooooo .. i want to page Became a third girl. " For those not practical, the third page is the girl told the newspaper "The Sun" on the third page that has a habit of inserting the topless photos of various starlets and is the most widely read page of the newspaper for the rest makes it seem "Corriere dei Piccoli" an authoritative header. We continue to discuss the size of her tits and in general the perfect size of boobs. All this with a normal tone of voice and what do I see that also affects other patrons with that looks more or less competent throw an eye on Christine's tits.

We go out and we are naturally embraced. Let's go back to my "home, sweet home."

And here begins another story.

Epilogue: ..... and so is

I open the door of my room and enters the light that is Christine. This time does not rule the question finanziara or rather do not have time because I sling a meter of language and explores my tonsils. Due to the temperature we move in a more consistent and start ...... "Wait a moment ..." he says and looks for something in her purse; something is a different way of saying "condom". It usually does not take long but this time the search is longer than necessary. "Damned .." I understand that something is wrong or better than the "something" is not found. In practice we do not have condom and it is not pleasant view of the situation of Big Ben which is located in my part of the groin. We look awkward laugh .. and then the decision: get changed and go to look for the condom. Well .. the situation a little strange but ultimately fun. We go out laughing and she teases me wondering why I have a banana in your pocket ... "are you hungry?" That dictates that, in this situation is something chock full of double meanings.

The first place to try tells us badly, no condom. Let's try a self open but even here there are. But they decided to fuck all tonight? The research leads us to another place but it's late and it is also well closed. Let's go back, it seems impossible but I have not found a condom. I'm quite resigned and even Big Ben marks the six and a half hours in peace. Christine looks at me and tells me sorry that I can meet you tomorrow if I want to .. no problem figured. A kiss and then another. She looks at me again and then it starts again and we find ourselves on the bed and Big Ben is back at midnight. I try to tell her that it's not ... I closed her lips with a finger and tells me that he trusts. At the moment I do not understand but it is only a matter of time. The rest of the night .. well it does not take a genius to figure out how it went.

It 'stayed with me all night. We did not talk about financial matters. I walked her home. A nice apartment, cute, messy beyond belief as only can be the apartment of two girls who do not want to fix the house. I stop for a cup of tea and then while I'm there we go eat something. And 'Thursday, Sunday I flew to Italy. I greet you with the promise that in a few hours I would be with her. And so it was.

In practice, I moved from her missing three days at my plane and you only live once .....

You know those weird movies with him and she who go around smiling with cheerful faces morons with the jingle .. sun and wind in my hair .. here the next three days were so. I spent three days in another dimension. Sex? And so much more, but not only. The most beautiful things and memories are others. For example, when in the kitchen while we ate a piece of pizza (pizza hut ...), she insisted to teach the same song as the secretariat. What's so funny? Try singing in the mouth with a piece of pizza (pizza hut .. I mean) with a naked girl sitting on your lap and then tell me ....

Then came Sunday. "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" is a song by U2 and is anything but that Sunday was truly cursed. But it was not as sad as you may think. The next morning found us awake, we spent the night talking and just talk. He drove me to the airport, I saw her for the last time through a glass and it seemed more beautiful than the first day. A greeting, a smile and go, you only live once ...

I've never seen again Christine, I was in London at other times but never have I found the courage to try to call her, looking for her. I did one evening a few years ago. A special evening where the head goes its own way and you draw imaginary lines budgets of life and you count the good things and the bad things that one has done. The number is always there, I even now after many years and so I called her that night. I was lucky, she was there but there was not a song.

.... You only live once .... but inside you die many times.

The Winter's Tale

2008 30 September 2008
 
  September 30, 2008   Posted by at 11:36 am   The four seasons   Tagged with: , , , ,   5 Responses »

It was a cold December 1991, yet people roamed the streets eating ice cream at will, even two or three at a time. The first time I saw such a thing I was stunned, I was told a lot of things but this was a novelty. Then the gentle interpreter told me it was a way as any to eat, the calorific value of the ice cream was a great help to the basic diet of the Muscovites and Russians in general, the fact that it was December mattered little to a people accustomed to cold and then the consistency of the Russian ice cream was different.

Unconvinced urged me to give it a try and he was right; different texture, taste great and very mellow, a good dessert that you could actually eat even while the snow was falling. In fact I saw her boring lunch.

High, slightly auburn hair, a sweet face but well-defined and strong. When I hear about Russian women most of the time it turns out the word "country girls". Perhaps, the climate and hard work have graced the faces of most parts of women, but next to them you can find the faces of a stunning beauty that leaves you breathless.

More than once I stopped to watch children on the street who were the personification of the putti of Giotto or Michelangelo. Natasha, belonged to this second category of women, if they were smart in that moment I would have signed anything to go off alone with her. I finally get to talk to her, good English studied at the university, better than mine.

I release the interpreter and ask her to accompany me around the city, but always trivial excuse efficace.Con surprise accepts and begin to turn to Moscow still scarred by a coup attempt. The front of the white house in Moscow, the parliament, still bears the marks of the guns of the tanks. The cold is terrible when we get to Arbat street but suddenly everything goes.

With her side within a world old and new at the same time. Stalls with all the possible and the impossible; Russian watches alongside beautiful sets of china, precious Baltic amber with fine carved ivories. Endless junk of the past regime, pictures of Lenin, Stalin, and anyone else who has had some charge, of iron or plaster busts or as you put voglia.Bandiere red, American, early punk, illegal money changers that change a dollar to 55 rubles while the official exchange rate stands at 2.80 if I remember correctly.

In the midst of this humanity, Natasha who calmly and a sweet smile with me and guide me among the booths and the other. Asking price, I recommend what to take and what to leave out. He does not realize that I'm not looking at the stalls but she and only she, the light snowfall that falls covering the tufts of hair protruding from his bearskin, or I will be cold but his eyes shone with a special light.

After a while 'go in a side dell'Arbat where turning a bit' on the right and a little 'left, we finally find a small cafe in an old cellar that the new pseudo capitalist spirit has given rise. The "chai" Russian tea served in a classic glass of glass warms me like never before, or maybe the fact of me being there with her enough.

Rest in Moscow for another five days. Natasha I have not known as an escort, I met her in a different way. It introduced me to a great country in a different way.

July 1996 I returned to Moscow for the last time.

The old Inturist near Red Square is a war surplus compared to the new hotels. In the streets the bmw mercedes and the new rich whizzing among the lada. Step dall'Arbat and infinite sadness strikes me as soon as I see a nice sign "Pizzeria Bella Italy". Maybe it's the same Italian mobsters who met in the night of the "Pribaltiskaja" in St. Petersburg in 1992 and arguing amiably about what "import" and "export" confident that the Neapolitan language is not easy to access if you do not have friends from Naples .

Where there was a fantastic little shop of antiquities, now there's a stupid dress shop. On the way, I do not stop to observe more children and in the evening I only see girls who are waiting along the way. Progress can not be stopped, maybe .... but in some cases it should be stopped.

I have not seen Natasha, I never wanted to see her again, I may have done well or maybe I was wrong, certainly this story I will stay inside and will always be one of the many crosses that I had to face in life and where my destiny is changed to Depending on which road I took.

With love Bibi

PS Tonight fly it snowed and it's cold.

PP.SS. I decided to take the four seasons. "Winter's Tale" is a thing written a long time ago and published at a forum and which I quoted in full, the other stories are now already been written but it is not said that I will not make additions.

A side note of the already inserted "Autumn Tale" is a story that must be interpreted by locating it in forums where it has been proposed and having a minimum experience of lived experience told.

New initiative

2007 22 December 2007
 
  December 22, 2007   Posted by at 5:04 pm   Reflections   Tagged with: , ,   2 Responses »

I think I have arrived at the end of the trip. This was a great experience maforse is over. I did other things, and I went back to other things that I like best. If then these will turn out in the muck ... patience. And 'some time I study and learn. I decided to put on a forum. Everyone says that the forums are finished, but can be blogs bore me and then I go back to my first love. Soon I will insert the linke if anyone wants to visit it ... please.

But be careful! Forum prohibited to minors because it will always be a topic of "forbidden", ie escort, sex and the like. See you soon and happy holidays.

A Romanian history

2007 November 03 2007
 
  November 3, 2007   Posted by at 5:16 pm   Stories and Portraits   Tagged with: , , , ,   2 Responses »

Like many I too have had occasion in my frequent visits to cross the Romanian escort. Oh, maybe call them "escort" is perhaps too much, maybe better the term "loft" but no matter.

I'll call her "Gala" fancy name also because I do not know what happened. It 'sa story cherisale a few years ago, I'd say about 7 or 8 to be precise. It was my time to "return" to the activity of a recipient of services for paid sex (pimp in vulgaris ...).

In quelperiodo I was still closely tied to the use of the printed paper and so the meetings were selected and chosen according to ads on various newspapers. "Aaaaaaa ect" or "Massage ... etc." But that meant only one thing. Although there were some secrets that the "expert" knew, some newspapers were to be avoided, but others only for a certain type of service (low level), others were for luxury escort .. in short, it was not easy, and perhaps the fun it was all there.

Every now and then I was also trying to find something that was different from the usual in practice to "discover" some girl particularly interesting. In a newspaper known for its high possibility of "sun" find an ad a bit naive and so I launch. Phone: pleasant voice with a slight foreign accent and quickly combine.

I was surprised when I see it. Gala is a very nice girl, nothing to say. I omit the parts that usually more interested in the various forums dedicated namely the technical aspects since it would not make much sense. Let's just say that we are almost at a 10.

Curious episode that is worth telling.

Location: motel on the outskirts of Milan

Characters: Two, you and I

Costumes: none at the moment

Ciack, action: she gets up and goes to the bathroom will not be possible to open the door for uscire.Provate to imagine what I went pearl mind in those minutes.

A part of the episode, lego suffered a lot with Gala. I find out who is in his second day of "work" and he does not know very well "what" and "how" to do it. Short cheatsheet on the various situations and a prayer to abide by a "certain" rules and then with the passage of time tells me a little of her, too. Romanian originated in the area formerly dominated by the Count Vlad. Little or nothing in Romaniae then decides to make the leap of quail and does so in another country where he got married. End of the first part of the story to the end of time.

After a couple of days and see her again for resend. This time at home. We continue the story, and so it makes me see the photo album of the wedding, the strange thing is that I have not even seen my. Allafine tells me that she left her husband and moved to Italy with a friend and she also found a job. A minor detail, and the work you pay the rent barely, and then when he ran out of money sought a soluzionee seen that where all the works were behind has decided to build on this aspect.

See you again several times. Gala is perhaps the only that I've attended a number of times, usually I had done my motto Paganini but Gala was the exception. When I realized that things had taken a turn that I was not suited, I saw her for the last time and that's it. Gala was sunny and funny and not at all upset or worried, he had chosen and lucidly what to do on their own.

They spend years and then one day four years ago meeting a ticket with his number of telefono.Curiosità, madness or whatever and I call it.

To my surprise I answer, the phone is always active. With joy, but also embarrassed me and I recognize so I decide to go to see her right away. Lives in a nice area of ​​Milan now, not a big apartment but cute. I can hardly recognize it, and a lot has changed. The first physicist who was a bit free-range is now a spectacle it had always been high but now it is also more slender, thinner than a few kilo at strategic points and perhaps increased in others.

The hair color is changed and also the cut. The smile is always to hand. Insults me with joy and asked where I was finito.Scopro that she has obviously continued, rather it is "evolved." From print has gone to ads on the network, was one of the first to enter the web.

He tells me he has changed "customers", has passed to the customers from at least one million and also tastes strange. He tells me of a guy that paid her a figure Florence to go to Florence for the weekend and everything that happened was that the guy spippettava with her stockings.

And so seguito.Ora had a "boyfriend" or rather one that kept her from time to time and had some loyal customer. In practice he was fine. No longer received at home but now I was there and then ....

I did not see her again and I have not called. I still have his phone number, one day two years ago I found myself for the case to go to her house and I saw that his name is still there on the intercom. Now I just hope some idiot does not take to kick because it is Romanian.

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