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  • World's horniest countries

    94a2c419358e31a04e428114dd4146b9.jpgAskMen.com has a recent feature on the world's top ten "horniest countries."

    Starting at Mexico at number ten, the countdown to number one held both surprises and non-surprises for me.

    The surprises included Switzerland and Malaysia (sort of). The ones I expected included Mexico, China, Russia and Brazil.

    What were the criteria? Well, it seemed that the writer(s) used the Durex survey rankings as their guide - in fact, "in line" with it. Rankings depend on how often or how much the people in each country had sex. 56c86bea2ef8fde37aa3dba5317f9dac.jpg

    They've also helpfully included, for each country, a list of nightspots to hit for picking up men and women -- especially women, if some venues or areas indicated for sex workers and freelancers are any signs.

    What I find interesting is that countries like Thailand didn't make it to the top ten. I mean, obviously Thais and others there weren't having enough sex! This was surprising, given that the country is known for its beautiful women and vibrant...entertainment and nightlife.

    (Picture courtesy of Asian Sweetheart)


    And the no. 1 country? Well, go to the AskMen.com listing to find out. But here's a clue, clad in traditional garb:

    Okay, that's British glamour model Keeley Hazell in faux-classical world wear. But still, any excuse for a sexy picture.
  • Orthodox Christmas (7 January)

    Oops. I realised a wee bit too late that there was "another" Christmas, the one celebrated by the Eastern Orthodox churches on 7 January. This BBC article gives a good summary of it.

    Well, in order to make up for my missing it, here's another pic that I hope, in keeping with the core theme of this blog, sums up Orthodox Christmas for me...a pic representing Eastern European, Russian and even Central Asian women. And what could represent them more than what I know (and envision) these women to be - sweet, sexy, sultry. In Christmas-themed bikini underwear. Oh, and my personal preference for this representation - a brunette :)

    This is dedicated to all the lovely Russian, Eastern European and Central Asian women I'd ever met. Merry Christmas!


    Also, while we are celebrating Eastern Orthodox Christmas, check out this video from Russian girl-group Fabrika.

  • My funny valentine

    lady1.jpgAs soon as I entered the club I walked to the general direction of the bar.  

    But not before looking out for De and then, catching sight of her, veering for the intercept. She gave me a smile that was tired but spoke volumes; we said hi, and kssed each other on both cheeks.

    "You just arrived?" De said in her noticeable Russian accent, though slightly tempered with years of speaking English.

    "Yes, just," I said, looking at my watch.

    I looked at her nearly-full bottle of Heineken and told her that I was going to get my drink. She nodded and indicated she wasn't going anywhere.

    I came back with my beer and sat down beside her, the high bar stools angled in such a way that we faced each other with one knee touching. It wasn't close enough for my liking, but I didn't see the need to adjust the stools just yet...I was happy to see her, and I guess she was happy to see me. After all, we'd arranged to meet and she promised me then that she would have a present for me. 

    For this was Valentine's Day.

    But I did not hold De to that promise. I was just glad she was here. And the worse things were the awkward silences between us, as she alternated between not speaking to me and telling me that it was okay for me to walk around the club and look for other girls.

    Well I did want to look at other women there, but I didn't want any of them. My mind was pondering whether I should ask her home...I just wanted her company, and if we went back to my place, I could actually give her my Valentine's gift which I'd left at home.

    I met De at the club a few weeks before. I was with Bud and out hunting, staying mostly at the 'Russian corner'. I started speaking to De and in the meantime, Bud found himself two other Russkis. I'd settled on De (and she on me), and we all proceeded to Bud's place for more beer and a game of pool. We played Russian pop and rock on MP3, drank and played pool, and had a generally nice preamble to the real festivities. I used Bud's spare room for myself and De (while Bud of course was enjoying his threesome next door). I found De a bit too hardened but still sweet enough for me (and to me), and I liked her (I still do). We exchanged phone numbers, and I was sure I'd call her again. And I did. For my funny Valentine's Day.     

    But back to the present.

    After two hours or so - by which time I'd spotted and said hello to a Kazakh girl and a Thai girl I knew who were also working their rounds in the club; I thought I'd nearly lost De to another potential customer when I saw him talking to her; and I danced with De after one of her good friends had a mini-reunion with her by shoving me aside with tears flowing (her friend, not De)  - the night was getting a bit late for me, and I decided to take De home.  

    She took her things from the locker, and handed me a plastic bag with a soft toy inside.

    "Your present," she said.

    "Wow." I was quite floored that she actually had something for me. I really did not expect this.

    In the taxi we relaxed into each other's company. Both of us were definitely tired, De more evidently so. We reached my apartment building and the guards gave me wide grins at seeing me and a white chick with dark blond hair, shorter than me but her bustyness showing through beneath her halter-neck top. I smiled sheepishly and did not look directly at those guys, but in reality I was too tired to care.

    Somehow we made it into my room, and managed to take off our shoes and fumble onto the bed without turning on the main light in my little studio apartment. I gestured, for her benefit, to where the toilet and shower was, and turned on the air-conditioning. And then we laid down on my bed, fully dressed, and made small talk.

    She was so tired that she wasn't being coherent or making meaningful conversation, so after a while I shut up and did some non-verbal communication: I gently nuzzled her cleavage with my half-day's growth of a goatee, while putting my hand under blouse and fondled her breasts. Every time after I nuzzled her, she rubbed the spot where I did so - which was actually quite amusing to observe, at least for the first few times. 

    Sometime before we both fell asleep, we established that she was going to stay till after dawn; even though I wanted her to go after a few hours, I decided that there was no point sticking to my original plan. She wanted to stay longer, and that was that.

    Then we fell asleep, fully clothed, a tangle of blankets and hair, just beside each other. 

    Somehow, sometime in the morning when it was already light, we managed to wake up. De had to go. She went to the toilet to freshen up, her sleepiness still showing through after she came out. I kept the curtains closed, for the both of us. I told her I had something for her, and produced the soft toy I got for her. 

    She found it cute and lovely, and kissed it.

    "Hey, now kiss the real thing," I half-demanded, half-pleaded.De.jpg

    Without any hesitation, De turned to me and gave me a peck on my lips. I responded in kind but was disappointed that it wasn't a full kiss. I reckoned that she wasn't in the mood due to a few things, like the fact that she probably hadn't brushed her teeth for at least 12 hours!

    But it was fine by me. Although I didn't exactly have a restful night, I was glad I spent it with her. I helped her gather her things and walked her out to the main road to grab a taxi.

    Before De got into one, I made sure to kiss her goodbye. "I'll call you again, soon," I said.

    And I did.