[M]y European Massage Experience 1

About 8 years ago I went to Kiev, Ukraine for an international conference and I was so excited as I know that a lot of porn stars come from Ukraine. I shit you not when I say that it is a city of supermodels and I was probably rock hard the entire time I was there. The hotel staff, the salesladies, the coffeeshop vendors, nearly all of them were hotties.

Anyway, I did my research online and it turned out that the next block to my 5 star hotel (not paid by me) had an erotic massage parlor. The website showed like a high end moulin rouge vibe, pink velvet, feathers, wine glasses and oversized sofas. It had blurred pictures of women wearing elaborate attires and the services that seemed ridiculously cheap.

I arrived in Kiev late in the evening and there was a briefing at 1 pm the following day. The website says that it is Open 24 hours so I decided to go in the morning so that if things go sideways, I’m not running out in the middle of the night in the former Soviet Union.

[M]y first dirty sexual experience and almost getting caught

Okay this isn’t about the first time I had sex. It’s the first time I had dirty sex.

I was on my way to a basketball game in a fraternity league when my FWB, Mitzi, texted me that her parents are leaving in a couple of hours and that she needs me to come over.

Mitzi, 25F, and I have been FWB for a little over a year but due to the fact that she lived about two and a half hours away due to traffic, and the fact that as a 22 year old, I could only borrow my sister’s car from time to time, we’ve only met about 7 times. Usually, it would be a Saturday, right after her parents would leave her alone in the house to buy groceries and visit her grandparents. I would be outside their village’s entrance and wait for her to text me. Sometimes, I even saw the car with her parents leave. I’d park two houses away, and walk to her house.