Mike from Brisbane, Autumn 2003 in Riga, Latvia
When I lived in Latvia for a year, it was really hard for me. It was a dry year, because you cannot really have sex with eastern Europeans. Latvian men are ugly, lame and lazy and just care for their booze. They are boring and just unbearable. The closest I got to sex in the first 2 months was kissing around with 2 brothers in a Bar. My dear friend Stefan tried to rescue me from that because they were pretty ugly. Plus, I did not understand a word of what they were saying and it was all really gross. It was one of Stefans and mine Salmiakki nights….
I think you get an idea about what state I was in at that point. I was desperate and dry and my pussy formed spider webs already. I needed some dick action. Now.
One evening, we all lived in a huge student dormitory, I left my apartment and wanted to go out with a friend of mine. I looked to the right, down the hall and saw a guy walking out of Pauls, a Kiwi friend of mine, apartment. We had to go left so he was behind me. I asked my friend, if she knew who that was because I was really interested. She didn’t know but right then, Paul was shouting at me, asking what we were up to. I answered „well, just a few beers, no sex action available here, as you know!“ the other guy that I fancied laughed out loud and said „well honey, I will cu tomorrow, I will cook some dinner for all of us and then we will see where to go from there!“ I shouted something back, turned around, walked away from them and knew right away what’s gonna happen. Finally. Yes!
The night after that, we had a huge dinner at Pauls place. We were like 10 people and I finally found out who that dude was. His name was Mike, and Paul met him on the ferry from Finland to Latvia where he has been for the last couple of days. Mike, being a true aussie, didn’t know where to go next and so just joined in with Paul, came to Tartu and wanted to stay just for a couple of days.
We had dinner, Mike and I flirted and just had a good time. There was loads of Beers and Salmiakki involved and even Stefan approved of him.
Later on, everybody was sitting in the kitchen while Mike and I went to Paul’s room to check out the Music. Also, he wanted to Skype with his mom back in Oz. I just sat with him, talked and listened to him talking to his mom. He honestly told her that he just met me and kinda likes me. He also really said to his mom, that he is gonna shag me later!! His mom was funny, she told me to look after her boy and be nice to him. Fucked!
I sat next to him on the floor and he just leaned down at some point, looked deep into my eyes and said „Come on, will you finally kiss me?!“ So we kissed. His mom wasn’t on Skype anymore. Fortunately.
We started to fool around on Paul’s bed, kissed and I gave him a really good blow job. While I was blowing him, Maartje from the Netherlands, walked in, looked at us and said „Thank God, Robyn is finally getting laid!“, laughed and walked off. We thought it might be a good idea to move to another bed, maybe my own?
So we left Pauls room, walked through the kitchen where they were all sitting and went to my room and my bed which consisted of 2 small beds pushed together. Thankfully I had a room for myself, while everybody else had to share their rooms with someone else.
There was no talking and no foreplay. He ripped my clothes off. Literally, I had to throw my shirt away the next day cos it was ripped apart.
He pushed me onto my bed. Threw me on my belly and fucked me with his hands. I was wet, yes, but still, some more wetness there please. He didn’t care; he just shoved his hands into me. It was great and it really turned me on. Then, I could feel his enormous dick in me. He was still behind me and fucked me like, well, like a rabbit. He was so fast that I didn’t know how to respond to that. There was no chance for me to fuck back because he was so fast and aggressive. So I just lay there and let him fuck me. It was great. I was kind of on my knees and he was sitting on me. Felt like, and must have looked like we were some cave dwellers. Great!!!
The bed moved from one end to the other and kept pounding against the wall.
We came together and really quick. After we were done, we had a smoke and more sex. He wasn’t into ass at all, which was kind of sad but his dick made up for that. All good.
He told me that he was thinking of leaving in like two days time. Great, I thought, two full days and nights of hardcore rabbit fucking!! Hurray!
We got up the next morning, I did my thing and he did his thing.
In the afternoon, the girl that lived next door came over to my room and looked around it. „Oh, I thought you re-arranged your room!“ when I asked her what made her think that, she said „well, you were moving furniture last night, weren’t you? I heard some loud noise.“ I laughed at her and just said „Yes, but I didn’t like it the other way.“
My roommates in the apartment were gratefully cool enough. They just bought some earplugs.
From then on, they would always answer „Robyn is moving furniture“ when someone asked them where I was. It still is nowadays an expression for me that I use when I wanna tell my friends, that I need to get laid, but cannot say it out loud because there are some weird people around us. Thanks, neighbour!
Mike and I got along very well, had sex a million times and a lot of fun. He ended up staying for three weeks, then left, came back and stayed another 4 weeks.
Every night, he would stay at mine even though his stuff was at Pauls place. Weird, but comfortable. He only had one sex pattern, there was no variation, no new ideas and in fact it was getting rather boring. There were no surprises and nothing to discover together. I really tried my best but he just was not into that. I loved to give him blow jobs and he loved to fuck me like there is no tomorrow. Rabbit style fucking is not my thing normally, but hey, I knew I needed to fuck a lot because once he has left there would be no more sex option. My dear friend Ashton would probably call it „Sonic Boom“ styled sex. Either way, we were like animals and that is always good.
I remember one cool day with him though: we had quick sex in the fitting room of a second-hand store. That was funny, because the fitting room wasn’t an actual room; it was just in a corner of the shop and had a small curtain. Latvians seemed to be very tolerant to me that day. That was a thrilling and horny day and I loved it. He tried some clothes on and wanted to know what I thought of them. So I pushed him back inside the „room“, ripped his clothes of and said „I like you better without them!“. He opened my pants, took them down and lifted me up, held me and fucked me face to face. It was hot. Quick and easy, hard and horny. I screamed when I came and he covered my mouth with his hands. I bit his hands really hard but i didn’t want the other customers to hear me. Well, they did anyway, I know, but you can try.
Oh, and he prepared a chocolate fondue for me – something I always wanted to have while in bed with a man. It was messy and sticky and just like I imagined it to be: awesome, funny, sexy and just sooo good.
I never had any feelings for him, but I am thankful that I have met him as he was funny and cool and just as horny as I was.
When Mike finally left for good, I was seriously ill for two weeks straight. My system just shut down. My body was a mess and I was in a bad state. All, Mike and I would do in his time in Tartu, was drink loads of alcohol and fuck. No wonder that I got infected with streptococcus….
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