I am an American who works and lives in Russia. Girls have always found me attractive; I'm six feet tall, and an athletic 180 pounds, with blonde hair and blue eyes. So when I went over to Russia, I got more tail than Billy Dee Williams in the 1970s. You see, they love Americans, and our cash.
Oh, and I should say that the women here are FANTASIC! They are beautiful, sexy, and sooo ready to go. I was only happy to oblige. These chicks here make Anna Kornikova look like just an average girl...seriously.
During the cold war we were brainwashed to think that all Russian women were ugly and fat. But that is so not true! It was pure propaganda! The opposite is the really the truth.
However, there were many things that I had to learn before I could start screwing half the city. Here you have to be more aggressive than in the States, pushier, and more powerful.
The main thing I needed to learn was the following: no means yes. Really.
What I mean is, when you are getting busy with girl, she will start to gently protest, i.e. "no, stop, I don't want to", etc., etc. But what she really means is "Fuck me hard!" I think it has something to do with girls trying to show they are demure, modest, and not promiscuous. Whatever it is, it is endemic to the female population, and they do this quite a bit.
To my surprise, I was turned on by these refusals, and it made me want it more. But you never really know if the woman is just faking refusal or really means it.
Of course I did not want to cross the line if a woman really isn't digging me. It takes practice to understand the difference.
Let me give you an example of what I am talking about:
It was a cold snowy night in the middle of the winter. I needed to take the overnight train from one city to another.
I booked a first class berth, which means you are sharing the cabin with only one other person. The beauty is that train cabins are coed!
That's right: over here they book men and women in the same small cabins for overnight trips! Isn't this a great place?!
So I got on the train to find my cabin. To my utter chagrin there were a bunch of male Arab students pressed in my little room! Total bummer, right?
So I said to them, (in Russian, which I learned),
"How are you guys doing? I believe this is my spot." To this one of them replies:
"Would you mind terribly switching berths with me, so that I can be with my friends?"
"Well, let's see where you were first," I said
So we went down the train a few doors and he opened up the sliding door to reveal a standard first class cabin.
Sitting there on the bed was this gorgeous woman in an open mink coat, which made her look even sexier, like something out of Doctor Zhivago.
She had a voluptuous figure, and looked like Rita Hayworth. At the time I was around 27, and she must have been about 35. She was a little older than me, but I was hoping for some great experience!
I told the Arab guy, that this is will do just fine. I barely managed to keep a straight face while I said it!
I couldn't believe my luck! What was this idiot thinking, switching places with me!
I closed the door, to say goodbye to my Russian assistant who has accompanied me on the train. We shared a laugh because he knew exactly what I was thinking, and how lucky I felt I am.
I opened the door again and went in. I was dressed in a Brooks Brothers suit and tie, and a cashmere camel overcoat, and was feeling rather dapper.
She looked fantastic in her mink coat and this thin, tight, short dress she was wearing underneath. She must have been a DD cup, and she was falling out of this dress.
"Good evening", I said with my most winning smile. She gave me an angry look and a curt nod.
Nothing too strange about that, I thought. Russians can seem cold on the outside, but this is like an egg shell with needs to be cracked. Once past this barrier, they are very warm and hospitable. (We Americans tend to be the opposite, warm on the outside, but not really wanting to get to know other people on a deeper level).
So I leered at her a bit as I sat down on my bed which is opposite to hers across the room. There was a small walkway between the beds, and a tiny table at the end of the cabin, along with a tiny sink.
I decided not to be too obvious with her. I would take my time, and let her think I am not that interested. In this way, I hoped to pique her interest in me.
The train started to move soon after, and we begin our long journey through the snowy Russian night. I could see through the window the snow streaming by the train, as we rumbled across the flat landscape.
After about 20 minutes the conductor came in to take our tickets. When he left I began to make my play.
I began with the normal chit chat. "Where are you headed, what are you doing in this city why are you going to that city, yada yada yada."
She tells me about her family, husband, kids, etc. I am not at all put off that she has a husband because almost all Russians cheat on their spouses.
With all women that you want to screw, there is a moment when you have to begin to let them know what you want. The sooner you do this the better. Otherwise they start to think you're just a "nice guy", and you'll end up getting zero pussy.
To make my move I said:
"You know you really shouldn't be traveling on this train."
"And why not?" She asked reasonably.
"Because", I said "you are such a beautiful sexy young woman that someone might fall in love with you."
"Oh really", she said, "And who might fall in love with me? You?"
