Sunday, January 27, 2013
Fly Time
You may already well know that one of my favorite fantasies is to have
sex in unusual places. I find it so arousing. So exciting. I have done
it in my many public and not ... so public places during my stay in
Europe. It is so much fun! One of the fantasies which I still have not
done and is is on my wish list is to have sex (or at least oral) on
airplane. The best is if it is in the air of course! I bet some people
dare at least to get to kissing stage. I discovered it during a flight
to Paris a few years back. The name of the airline I will not mention
here. But what I need to mention is that the flight was overnight with
sleeping time of course. While most of passengers comfortable dreaming I
had hard time to fall asleep. I decided to go to a toilet for natural
reasons. I moved myself out of my seat slowly in the dark alley of
airplane walking towards the back. What I discovered is one couple (from
staff) passionately kissing. It was so unusual for the location that it
stuck in my mind. Yes! Maybe one day I can do that. At least start
practise with kissing. And indeed the last opportunity presented itself a
few days back during my flight Dubai - Muscat. It is my usual route
which I am very well familiar with. If only I had a partner! The case
was my flight was late. No do not think it was a usual delay, it was a
delay of 4 hours. No we did not wait at the airport. We were stuck
sitting in aircraft which was cruising around runway like mad animal
without purpose or direction. I had plenty of time to fantasise
in the most kinky way. "If only I had my personal toy in my hand
luggage? why did I check it in?" A lot of playtime with no possibility
of departure. And indeed we finally took of. I was not going to spend a
night on this plane, wasnt I? This is a life of a traveler. Sometimes
unexpected things happen.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Currently in Muscat
Dear lovers of good sex, I am now in Muscat. It is a short visit so catch me if you can! Please send me a text message on this number 00971559162982 and I will return your inquiry as soon as I can.
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Friday, January 4, 2013
What you think is true...might be false
I noticed that there is a popular thinking among a few men visiting
companions that the class of escort depends on what kind of hotel she
stays. This means that if a lady stays in a 5 start hotel she is a
better person (or offers a better service) then a lady who stays in a 4
star hotel or a lady who stays in a apartment.
What a absurd way to judge people! I am of an opinion that it only proofs how simple someone is.
Booking a 5 star hotel is easy. Being a high class companion of truthful class and service is difficult and requires a right mindset.
Let me give you an example: Lower class escorts can stay in a 5 star hotel and still be "a cheap type".
Some ladies will meet men for 1000aed / 30min and 1500 / one hour. Those women meet many men every day (at least a few to even 6 or 8 men every day!). Of course they make big cash. They can also pay for their 5 star hotel. This is a real prostitution. No educated lady with healthy mind & body who respects herself and other people would even try it. This is a horrible way of living. I think ladies who do it are either forced by other people or by their life situation or are mentally ill in some way. Who would trade 5 star hotel and some money for this kind of living! No money is worth it.
I never stay in a 5 star hotel. Lets be honest, who lives in 5 star hotels! Of course, top company executives who visit for business or families on weekend breaks. I understand. I am very happy to visit you in any 5 star hotel you stay :)
Naturally I like gentlemen who meet me to feel good. I also like good environment for sessions. Therefore when staying in Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Doha or Muscat I always arrange a good quality hotel in good location. It will most likely be a 4 star hotel where I stayed before and therefore safe for meeting. I will also make sure that room is nice with right smell and light to place you in a relaxing mood.
I focus on quality of meetings and not on numbers. Therefore I usually date a few gentlemen per week or if I have "a busy week", I could meet one person every day. The rest of the time I study or focus on other aspects of living. Certainly I do not make as much money as those "cheap type" escorts, therefore booking a 5 star hotel for my stay is beyond my means. I also do not need a 5 star hotel to give you this special experience you are looking for! So why wait? Contact me for a meeting and you will be surprised!
What a absurd way to judge people! I am of an opinion that it only proofs how simple someone is.
Booking a 5 star hotel is easy. Being a high class companion of truthful class and service is difficult and requires a right mindset.
Let me give you an example: Lower class escorts can stay in a 5 star hotel and still be "a cheap type".
Some ladies will meet men for 1000aed / 30min and 1500 / one hour. Those women meet many men every day (at least a few to even 6 or 8 men every day!). Of course they make big cash. They can also pay for their 5 star hotel. This is a real prostitution. No educated lady with healthy mind & body who respects herself and other people would even try it. This is a horrible way of living. I think ladies who do it are either forced by other people or by their life situation or are mentally ill in some way. Who would trade 5 star hotel and some money for this kind of living! No money is worth it.
I never stay in a 5 star hotel. Lets be honest, who lives in 5 star hotels! Of course, top company executives who visit for business or families on weekend breaks. I understand. I am very happy to visit you in any 5 star hotel you stay :)
Naturally I like gentlemen who meet me to feel good. I also like good environment for sessions. Therefore when staying in Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Doha or Muscat I always arrange a good quality hotel in good location. It will most likely be a 4 star hotel where I stayed before and therefore safe for meeting. I will also make sure that room is nice with right smell and light to place you in a relaxing mood.
I focus on quality of meetings and not on numbers. Therefore I usually date a few gentlemen per week or if I have "a busy week", I could meet one person every day. The rest of the time I study or focus on other aspects of living. Certainly I do not make as much money as those "cheap type" escorts, therefore booking a 5 star hotel for my stay is beyond my means. I also do not need a 5 star hotel to give you this special experience you are looking for! So why wait? Contact me for a meeting and you will be surprised!
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Abu Dhabi
Just a quick note for you gentlemen to let you know that I am now in Abu
Dhabi. I have not been in this part of the Emirates much, but decided
to give it a go for the sake of an adventure! Who knows, I might have as
well time of my life. I needed to try it and here I am sitting in my
hotel dreaming of sexual encounters with strangers. I am not only
dreaming, in fact I am experiencing it :)
Sunday, November 25, 2012
The case of forgetting things
Strange things are happening in Qatar those days. I call them strange,
but you may consider them normal or mysterious or weird. In any case
they might or night not happen to you. For example an issue Of
underwear. What kind of are you going to wear today? What shape and
material made of? Or even if you are going to wear any underwear at all.
This is the question. What you decide would depend on your state of
mind on that day and purpose (what you are going to do on that day) and
open-mindedness in general. For example, myself I like to wear no
panties at all when I am in unusually kinky mood and visiting my dates.
Sometimes I like to wear sexy string and sometimes school girl panties.
Depends on my mood on that particular day.
Now we all tend to forget things, but forgetting once underwear (in other place then our home) can only happen to overexcited mind so to speak! I am no saint. I used to forget my sexy red string after a visit,
but now learned to check before leaving. Those days gentlemen who visit me in Doha tend to forget their underwear too as if they did not have them on in the first place. Please do not get me wrong. I love to have men visiting without any underwear...It is just easier to undress them and take matters in my hands :) But when you come with underwear and leave without, this is something unusual and only a sign how good time they had with me! Talking about distracted mind! I then keep it as a happy reminder of our time together.
Upon my arrival in Doha, I checked in my hotel and left the same evening for a long meeting with a gentleman staying in another part of town. I came back at 7am in the morning the next day dazzled by a night of good sex. I tried to enter my room, but without success. My key card was not working. Distracted I returned to reception asking to activate my key card again. "704 this is my room number" I mentioned sure of myself as if I was on top of the world. I got it back and returned on 7th floor already thinking about long bath awaiting me. I entered the room and walked straight in....but something did not seem to be right....
Suddenly in the darkness I noticed a Chinese man in bed staring at me in total shock. A thought came to my mind: THIS IS NOT MY ROOM. "I am sorry, this is a mistake" I said running out like crazy embarrassed by my own actions. And indeed, It was not my room. I stayed in room 804 one floor higher. I decided that It is a good idea to remember room numbers in the future whether it is my room number or someone I am visiting. After all I do not want to end up in uncomfortable situations like this one (although in the deep parts of my mind I thought it would have been naughty to join this gentleman in bed!).
Now we all tend to forget things, but forgetting once underwear (in other place then our home) can only happen to overexcited mind so to speak! I am no saint. I used to forget my sexy red string after a visit,
but now learned to check before leaving. Those days gentlemen who visit me in Doha tend to forget their underwear too as if they did not have them on in the first place. Please do not get me wrong. I love to have men visiting without any underwear...It is just easier to undress them and take matters in my hands :) But when you come with underwear and leave without, this is something unusual and only a sign how good time they had with me! Talking about distracted mind! I then keep it as a happy reminder of our time together.
Upon my arrival in Doha, I checked in my hotel and left the same evening for a long meeting with a gentleman staying in another part of town. I came back at 7am in the morning the next day dazzled by a night of good sex. I tried to enter my room, but without success. My key card was not working. Distracted I returned to reception asking to activate my key card again. "704 this is my room number" I mentioned sure of myself as if I was on top of the world. I got it back and returned on 7th floor already thinking about long bath awaiting me. I entered the room and walked straight in....but something did not seem to be right....
Suddenly in the darkness I noticed a Chinese man in bed staring at me in total shock. A thought came to my mind: THIS IS NOT MY ROOM. "I am sorry, this is a mistake" I said running out like crazy embarrassed by my own actions. And indeed, It was not my room. I stayed in room 804 one floor higher. I decided that It is a good idea to remember room numbers in the future whether it is my room number or someone I am visiting. After all I do not want to end up in uncomfortable situations like this one (although in the deep parts of my mind I thought it would have been naughty to join this gentleman in bed!).
Meeting a stranger…
(Posted by: janetwain2009 on: August 6, 2012)
I have this really dirty fantasy I like to share. It is a fantasy and I do not plan to make it a reality, but in any case It is naughty just to imagine the whole situation.
I am walking in the mall wearing sexy short skirt (I like to do it sometimes
, but this time I decide to leave my panties home. I just feel too hot to wear any underwear…
I become seduced by one of sexy males walking in the mall. I feel so horny, hot and naughty! We talk and we decide to have a walk outside the mall. This stranger looks good and surely…is up to something. My pussy is already getting wet just from thinking about possibilities.
We walk and walk…feeling the evening without words. Erotic tension rises! Suddenly I find myself in a dark corner hidden by palm trees and strange thick plants. I feel his hand on my buttocks caressing them. It feels good. He starts kissing me on my mouth, neck and shoulders. I am totally lost forgetting where I am! He picks up my little skirt and feels my wet pussy with this hand. With another hand he opens up my top and starts caressing my soft breasts. At this point I am already so excited, I would beg for his penis to fuck me hard and deep. I open his trousers and touch his hard and hot tool. I feel It is shaking and totally ready for my tight hole. I move my back to him (he still kissing my neck and shoulders), move one of my legs up and push my butt in his direction ready to receive what It is waiting
He pushes his penis inside me….deeper and deeper. It feels like I have been waiting for it for a long time and it is a final release of what I needed in the first place. I forget the whole world focusing on the pleasure inside me. He starts pushing his dick in and out of my hole moaning with delight playing with my breasts at the same time. How come this stranger made me totally lose control over my sexual urges? Suddenly he makes a quick move out and releases his male liquid on my aroused butt….It is hot and wet. Loving it!
We part our ways promising another naughty encounter soon….that is When we both get so horny we can not wait any longer to feel each other again.
(*Quick note. This is just a fantasy. I do NOT wish to engage in public erotic encounters in the Middle East)
In my fantasy, I meet the girl at the Mall of Emirates. She is wearing a full length dress (not the abaya) and I am wearing the traditional qandora. Her charming face and smile attracts me to her and I start imagining the gems hidden under the dress. We talk, share jokes and then decide to go on a drive. After driving for a while, we find ourselves in the desert at dusk. The weather is nice so we decide to spend some time there. We spread a small rug and sit down on the sand. I get close to her and take one of her legs in my hand. She pulls up her dress to expose the leg till her knees. I caress her leg and tickle her foot. She seems to like what I am doing as she exposes her second leg. She tells me it is unfair to focus on one leg and leave the other one unattended. After spending some time on her legs I slide my hands towards her thighs and butt. I realize that she is not wearing any underwear. She tells me that while I can touch anything I wanted, I am not allowed to expose her butt. I ask her to get closer and she ends up sitting in my lap facing me with her exposed legs wrapped around my waist. My hands are in her dress playing with her butt and caressing her thighs. She pulls my head closer to herself and then unbuttons her dress exposing her boobs. I am unable to keep my lips and tongue away from her boobs. Her hands are holding my face to guide my mouth around her chest, neck and shoulders. I ask her if I can undress her completely but she says she prefers not to as we are in the open. I moan with pain and she asks me what is wrong. I tell her that she is sitting on my tool which is so hard now that I cannot keep it contained. She lifts herself a little, pulls up my qandora and pulls down my trousers. She sits on my tool, this time taking it in her. My hands are still at her butt and my mouth is buried in her boobs. Both of us start gyrating and become totally oblivious of our surroundings. We collapse on the rug in an embrace, our legs wrapped around each other and our faces covered by her long hair. Our dresses are wet and messy. We try to clean ourselves but realize that erotic tensions are still high. It is pretty dark by now so I switch on the parking lights of my car. We embrace leaning against the car in spoon position with her butt pressed against my tool. I lift her dress and mine, she pushes her butt backwards and I am in her once again. We gyrate slowly and our hands also get busy. Once again we lose all sense of our surroundings and collapse with joy. A plane flying overhead makes us realize that it is time to return to the hustle and bustle of Dubai. I drop the girl at the mall, but we are strangers no more.
I have this really dirty fantasy I like to share. It is a fantasy and I do not plan to make it a reality, but in any case It is naughty just to imagine the whole situation.
I am walking in the mall wearing sexy short skirt (I like to do it sometimes
, but this time I decide to leave my panties home. I just feel too hot to wear any underwear…I become seduced by one of sexy males walking in the mall. I feel so horny, hot and naughty! We talk and we decide to have a walk outside the mall. This stranger looks good and surely…is up to something. My pussy is already getting wet just from thinking about possibilities.
We walk and walk…feeling the evening without words. Erotic tension rises! Suddenly I find myself in a dark corner hidden by palm trees and strange thick plants. I feel his hand on my buttocks caressing them. It feels good. He starts kissing me on my mouth, neck and shoulders. I am totally lost forgetting where I am! He picks up my little skirt and feels my wet pussy with this hand. With another hand he opens up my top and starts caressing my soft breasts. At this point I am already so excited, I would beg for his penis to fuck me hard and deep. I open his trousers and touch his hard and hot tool. I feel It is shaking and totally ready for my tight hole. I move my back to him (he still kissing my neck and shoulders), move one of my legs up and push my butt in his direction ready to receive what It is waiting
He pushes his penis inside me….deeper and deeper. It feels like I have been waiting for it for a long time and it is a final release of what I needed in the first place. I forget the whole world focusing on the pleasure inside me. He starts pushing his dick in and out of my hole moaning with delight playing with my breasts at the same time. How come this stranger made me totally lose control over my sexual urges? Suddenly he makes a quick move out and releases his male liquid on my aroused butt….It is hot and wet. Loving it!
We part our ways promising another naughty encounter soon….that is When we both get so horny we can not wait any longer to feel each other again.
(*Quick note. This is just a fantasy. I do NOT wish to engage in public erotic encounters in the Middle East)
In my fantasy, I meet the girl at the Mall of Emirates. She is wearing a full length dress (not the abaya) and I am wearing the traditional qandora. Her charming face and smile attracts me to her and I start imagining the gems hidden under the dress. We talk, share jokes and then decide to go on a drive. After driving for a while, we find ourselves in the desert at dusk. The weather is nice so we decide to spend some time there. We spread a small rug and sit down on the sand. I get close to her and take one of her legs in my hand. She pulls up her dress to expose the leg till her knees. I caress her leg and tickle her foot. She seems to like what I am doing as she exposes her second leg. She tells me it is unfair to focus on one leg and leave the other one unattended. After spending some time on her legs I slide my hands towards her thighs and butt. I realize that she is not wearing any underwear. She tells me that while I can touch anything I wanted, I am not allowed to expose her butt. I ask her to get closer and she ends up sitting in my lap facing me with her exposed legs wrapped around my waist. My hands are in her dress playing with her butt and caressing her thighs. She pulls my head closer to herself and then unbuttons her dress exposing her boobs. I am unable to keep my lips and tongue away from her boobs. Her hands are holding my face to guide my mouth around her chest, neck and shoulders. I ask her if I can undress her completely but she says she prefers not to as we are in the open. I moan with pain and she asks me what is wrong. I tell her that she is sitting on my tool which is so hard now that I cannot keep it contained. She lifts herself a little, pulls up my qandora and pulls down my trousers. She sits on my tool, this time taking it in her. My hands are still at her butt and my mouth is buried in her boobs. Both of us start gyrating and become totally oblivious of our surroundings. We collapse on the rug in an embrace, our legs wrapped around each other and our faces covered by her long hair. Our dresses are wet and messy. We try to clean ourselves but realize that erotic tensions are still high. It is pretty dark by now so I switch on the parking lights of my car. We embrace leaning against the car in spoon position with her butt pressed against my tool. I lift her dress and mine, she pushes her butt backwards and I am in her once again. We gyrate slowly and our hands also get busy. Once again we lose all sense of our surroundings and collapse with joy. A plane flying overhead makes us realize that it is time to return to the hustle and bustle of Dubai. I drop the girl at the mall, but we are strangers no more.
Dubai — Bangkok of the Middle East?
I have been living in Dubai for a few years now and getting to know
the city from all sides or I would say from all points of view. I tend
to get firsthand stories about the situation here. It is not pretty.
The desperation of women here is sad and comparable to Bangkok or even
worse (as some people tell me). A woman is as easy to find as ordering a
pizza, right? Hotel bars, hotel lobbies, clubs and anywhere possible
you find women who would do anything for a little bit of cash. It is
sad. It is bad. It is a cry for action. I have had stories from my dates
being approached in hotel lobby by Russians. Even street walkers in
Europe (the lowest kind) do not approach men unless they get a signal of
interest from them. It is strange.
Men come to me with so called unpleasant experiences they have had with escorts in Dubai. Of course, if you chose a bad deal, this is what you get. What you pay is what you get. This is reality and this is life.
To avoid those experiences, men have to know which lady is a high class and which one is NOT. As a rule, men think that those escorts who show their faces on the internet, have the most beautiful photos, have the lowest price and offer the most services are the best choice for them. THIS IS TOTALLY WRONG and may end up badly.
Gentlemen, please chose ladies who:
1) are discreet with their online image. This means they do not place their face photos all over the net. Their photos are real, but blurred or cut for privacy.
2) are clear with their donations (rates) and keep with them. (avoid ladies who write “please ask” as it could meet anything between 500 to 3000, you do not know…maybe it will depend on her mood on the day).
3) not too greedy with number of dates they have. Picky with men they meet. Prefer to meet fewer men, but for higher standard sessions.
4) are totally independent and not connected with any agency. I am of an opinion that agencies in general are not to be trusted. They take a large cut from ladies and they use them for their own profit. I have never had anything to do with any agency and never will.
5) they have a LIFE outside escorting: study or work. It is perfect if they treat this kind of dating as a fun hobby with some extra income to come by.
Please note that this advice is not to complement myself, but to give you a better understanding of dating scene in the Middle East and to avoid unpleasant experiences in the future.
Men come to me with so called unpleasant experiences they have had with escorts in Dubai. Of course, if you chose a bad deal, this is what you get. What you pay is what you get. This is reality and this is life.
To avoid those experiences, men have to know which lady is a high class and which one is NOT. As a rule, men think that those escorts who show their faces on the internet, have the most beautiful photos, have the lowest price and offer the most services are the best choice for them. THIS IS TOTALLY WRONG and may end up badly.
Gentlemen, please chose ladies who:
1) are discreet with their online image. This means they do not place their face photos all over the net. Their photos are real, but blurred or cut for privacy.
2) are clear with their donations (rates) and keep with them. (avoid ladies who write “please ask” as it could meet anything between 500 to 3000, you do not know…maybe it will depend on her mood on the day).
3) not too greedy with number of dates they have. Picky with men they meet. Prefer to meet fewer men, but for higher standard sessions.
4) are totally independent and not connected with any agency. I am of an opinion that agencies in general are not to be trusted. They take a large cut from ladies and they use them for their own profit. I have never had anything to do with any agency and never will.
5) they have a LIFE outside escorting: study or work. It is perfect if they treat this kind of dating as a fun hobby with some extra income to come by.
Please note that this advice is not to complement myself, but to give you a better understanding of dating scene in the Middle East and to avoid unpleasant experiences in the future.
2 Comments
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really perfect note and understandable though, people have a lot of money to spend but least bothered about quality, they some time have ana attitude of COVER TEH FACE AND FUCK THE BASE. which for us is wrong and useless……tk cr very nice article..
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I totally agree with what you have written
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August 6, 2012 at 10:07 pm
panties “but this time I decide to leave my panties home…”
OR
skirt “He picks up my little skirt…”
I am nosy sometimes