My Eastern Euro Travel Blog (Updated 22 Nov. 2017)

I traveled through the Balkin region from late June of 2017 to mid-November but didn't start this blog until 1 October, 2017. I visited Serbia, Romania, Moldova, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Albania, Kosovo, Montenegro, Bosnia-Herzegovina and Croatia.

The entries in this blog are in reverse chronological order so the most recent entries are at the beginning...

For easy reference, here is a table of contents...

Florence, Oregon – 22 November, 2017 – Zagreb, Stockholm and San Francisco & Stripper For a Day
Zagreb, Croatia – 11 November, 2017 – Wonderful Croatia & Getting My Anal Cherry Popped
Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina – 3 November, 2017 - Travels in Bosnia-Herzegovina & The McDonald's Flasher
Niksic, Montenegro – 26 October, 2017 – Impressions of Montenegro & The Current State of My Sexual Affairs
Podgorica, Montenegro – 23 October, 2017 – Eastern European Trains & Handjobs Across America
Mojkovac, Montenegro – 22 October, 2017 – Montenegro Country Towns & Meet The Parents
Peje, Kosovo – 17 October, 2017 – Impressions of Kosovo & My Pubic Hair
Triana, Albania to Pritzen, Kosovo – 14 October, 2017 – Border Crossings & Flashing a Married Man
Gjirokaster, Albania – 12 October, 2017 – Old Town & Peeing in My Boyfiend's Mouth
Gjirokaster, Albania – 10 October, 2017 – Albanians & Getting All Tied Up
Vlore, Albania. - 5 October, 2017 – Resort Town (Not) & Nude Beaches
Korce, Albania to Vlore, Albania – 3 October, 2017 – Colonel Gaddafi Takes Us For a Ride
Korce, Albania. 3 - October, 2017 – Small Town Albania
Triana, Albania. - 1 October, 2017 – Chaos in the Capital, the Marriage Proposal & Having Sex With a Muslim Girl

Florence, Oregon – 22 November, 2017 – Zagreb, Stockholm and San Francisco & Stripper For a Day

At university my nickname was Queen of Cram because I always had to cram for exams. But when I travel I hate to cram a whole bunch of places into my schedule. But to migrate from eastern Europe to the United States that is what the boyfiend and I had to do. So on 11 November, 2017, we were in Zagreb, Croatia...the next day Stockholm, Sweden...and the day after that we touched down in San Francisco. Then we took an all-nighter Greyhound bus to Eugene, Oregon, and another bus to the town of Florence on the Oregon coast. Whew, I'm still worn out.

The boyfiend's been bragging on and on about the San Francisco strip clubs so of course we had to check a few of them out. I've never really been to one so I was quite curious. After all, it's kind of right up my alley being that strip clubs are pretty much all about exhibitionism and public sex – two of my favorites fetishes.

Our flight from Zagreb to Stockholm was a 20:30 departure but we arrived at the airport around noon because it takes the stress out of travel. But this time around it was a mistake. You won't get stressed at the Zagreb airport – there's only about 30 flights a day. But you might get bored. It's a weird place.

The Zagreb airport is ultra-new. I think it was built just last year. I've been reading that the runways were built too short and that's the reason they've been having some accidents. Everything is silver medal inside and out. The ceiling is made of a bunch of pipes and it feels like we are in a dark cave until they turn on the lights in mid-afternoon. In the portion of the airport that we had to occupy before check-in there were absolutely no electrical outlets. Okay, for an old building I can see that. But who planned this place with no modern amenities in mind? Maybe they don't want flyers too feel too comfortable. And hardly any chairs either. Mostly just two football size rooms with no place to sit. So the boyfiend and me just kind of moped around before finally checking in and that portion of the airport wasn't any great shakes either.

The boyfiend is bisexual so he was excited to find a gay strip club right around the corner from our San Francisco hotel where it is advertised on an outdoor sign that “you can touch your junk.” So, after unpacking our stuff and it still being of a reasonable evening hour, we took a gander over there.

Our Norwegian Air flight to Stockholm departed right on schedule. It's sad to leave a part of the world that I've been in for the last 4 months. I left with a lump in my throat. Didn't see too much out the window since it was night. The boyfiend fucked up when he booked this flight. He was using Norwegian Air's United States version of their website and he thought the 8:30 departure time meant 8:30 in the morning as it is used in Europe. But he didn't notice the p.m. at the end. So we arrived at the Stockholm airport at 23:50, which is kind of not good.

We walked in and took a seat kind of in the back. What a hedonistic place! What a roomful of wanking pervs !! I wasn't the only girl in there though. There were a couple of other MF couples. I'm pretty sure that one of the couples was fucking. She was sitting on his lap with her dress around her waist he was drilling into her so you decide.

To save a little money we had intially decided to hang out at the Stockholm airport for the night instead of getting a hotel. But after scoping out the place and noticing there was no place to sleep, we thought it best to take the bus into city centre and see what a late Saturday night is like in Stockholm. Well, it was like a zoo.

I've heard that the Swedes are kind of reserved until they get a few drinks in them and start to party and then they turn into goofy ani_mals. Now I can vouch for that. We hopped around all the kebab and burger joints to kill time, stay out of the rain and observe the scene. Everywhere we went there were bunches of dr_unk and noisy young Swedes having fun and trashing up the place. And, oh yes, some of the girls were very hot but I got the feeling that the guys weren't getting much pussy.

The first stripper guy we saw on the stage was fully nude and masturbating himself. He wasn't really my type. Much too muscular and too many tatoos. But God he was hard. Then the next guy would do a set – first with some shorts on before stripping down to nothing. Most of the strippers didn't ejaculate though. I guess they keep that for the private shows or until their last set of the night.

The craziest part of the evening was when we were at a Burger King and this dr_unk guy vomits all over the floor and then his mate sticks his finger down his throat and vomits too. Then one of the Burger King workers who looked like Raj from The Big Bang Theory comes to clean the mess up with a mop and this dr_unk girl comes over to help him until she slips on the vomit and falls into it. Raj told me later that it's just a normal Saturday night.

Almost all the guys who were watching the strippers were wanking off in plain view. My boyfiend went and sat down next to one of the other wankers and they gave each other handjobs. That's when this other guy sat down right next to me. I pretended not to notice that he was masturbating and then he spewed his stuff on the floor in front of my feet. Disgusting! Well, maybe not that bad. But at least he should have asked me first if I was cool with him doing that. I really do enjoy watching men – as they say in America – jack off. But there was just too much of it going on and I waved the boyfiend over so we could leave and he obliged after he spewed all over his new mate's cock.

The party ani_mals didn't really clear out until around 5 in the morning. A couple of hours later downtown Stockholm was like a ghost town. The boyfiend and me still had several more hours to kill until we could check in to our hotel. So we roamed around and crossed over onto the main island where old town and our hotel are. It's a good thing that our bank cards were working because in Sweden it is hard to do much of anything with cash. Express ordering at a restaurant, buying a bus ticket on a Sunday, even using a toilet almost always require a bank card.

The next day we were walking down Market Street which is one of the main streets in San Francisco. It's in kind of a seedy part of town with quite a few strip clubs and massage parlors and the like. We picked out one with girls stripping and went in. The surroundings were intimate. There really wasn't much of a stage. It was mostly girls coming out and sitting on a chair and guys would gather around.

Our Stockholm hotel room was on a boat that was moored to the shore. It was kind of weird to be in a room that was sloping down and also tottering back and forth. There was a restaurant on the boat and that's where the boyfiend had to order his beer since it's not possible to buy alcohol in Sweden on Sunday at any store. The tab for 5 beers and a pizza with mustard on top was 65 Euro.

The girls did get totally nude but it was mostly a tease and a play to get the guys to pay money for a private show. Also, unlike the gay club, the guys did keep their peckers in the pants though I did notice some of them rubbing their erections through their pants or with their hand under their waistband.

The next morning we slogged our way to the Stockholm airport for our long flight to San Francisco that was scheduled to depart at 15:00. Upon our arrival it was sad to see that our Norwegian Air flight had been delayed for two hours because the plane was late arriving from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. But no worries – at least this airport had some places to plug in the laptop and there were quite a few good restaurants too.

So the boyfiend and me sat through several girls. Most all of them were quite attractive and with very pleasant personalities. Finally, we picked out 2 girls for a private show. The boyfiend chose a black girl named Mahogany. She had very alluring green eyes. She couldn't have been more than 19 years old. I chose Sasha (yes, I know, typical stripper girl names). She had a girl-next-door look, in her early 20s, brunette, very buxom natural breasts and a beautiful black bush – the only girl we saw sporting much pubic hair.

Since this was a flight to the United States the security was very tight. Upon trying to check in, the boyfiend was stopped by an airport security guy who asked him a bunch of questions about where he was going and what was in his pack and where he had stayed the night before and so on. It spooked the boyfiend so after his interrogation was over he logged back onto his laptop and uploaded all his porn to the cloud.

The boyfiend was feeling generous so he invited 5 other guys to go backstage with us. The most notable was a man who I later learned from Mahogany and Sasha was 93 years old. The girls said he comes to the club almost every day and spends his offspring's inheritance money on tips for the girls. So the boyfiend paid the girls $1,000 each and we all crammed into one of their private rooms.

Airport security didn't single out the boyfiend though. As we went into the boarding room everybody on our flight was either intensely questioned or searched or both. One Asian woman told me on the plane that she had to disrobe from the waist up so that a woman official could do her inspection. The security people were nice enough but it delayed our flight another hour.

The private room was separated by a glass partition with the strippers being on one side and the guys on the other. Mahogany and Sasha invited me to their side and everybody got totally naked except for the old man who did manage to bare his cock by sliding down his pants just enough.

The weird thing about our flight from Stockholm to San Francisco (actually Oakland, which is right across the bay) is that due to the time change we landed in California only one-half hour after we left Stockholm and there was more daylight than when we started the flight. It was long though and the guy sitting in front of me shared his cold with me and after 2 years I'm still waiting for Norwegian Air to get a new set of videos for me to watch. But we arrived in Oakland just in time to avoid the public transportation traffic going to a nearby Golden State Warriors basketball game and we easily found our Herbert Hotel in San Francisco's Union Square. The room was okay. But for $100 a night it should have had wi-fi.

The stripper room had a kind of speaker on the window so we could all hear each other. For almost two full hours the guys would tell us what they wanted us to do and we complied. Let's see...what can I remember. They had us lick pussy. They had us put fingers in our butts. Of course we masturbated for them. They had us pee into a bucket. They had us squeeze and slap our tits. They had us press our mouths and pussies and bum holes up against the glass and then they pressed their cocks against the glass. We put our faces to the glass and the guys ejaculated against our faces and the cum dripped down the glass. Every guy ended up cumming except the old man.

The boyfiend and me stayed in San Francisco for 2 nights. It's my favorite city in the United States. I like New York City too but it is much too big. San Francisco is so cosmopolitan. I was surprised that San Francisco felt like many of the other large European cities. The only major difference – other than the language spoken – was that the streets are pretty much vacant after midnight while in Europe it is still lively. I loved China Town. Sure there are some tourists. But it is very authentic. Many first generation Chinese people live there and I didn't even recognize some of the vegetables and fruits being sold. I must say though that unlike Eastern Europe, San Francisco – and Sweden – have a serious homeless problem. And some of the San Franciscans are literally out of their minds and that's sad.

As our time was running out I went out of the room and then over to the side with the guys. Except for the old man they were all freshly spent and not too aggressive. Then with Mahogany and Sasha's encouragement, I started giving the old man a blowjob. I wouldn't say he got hard like a rock. But he did get pretty stiff. And after maybe 10 minutes he did release a few drops of cum into my mouth. After that I stood up and smoothered his face with my bushy pussy till I thought he was about to pass out. Then our time was up and we all dressed and went our separate ways.

So aside from our torturous all night non-sleepable bus ride to Oregon, that brings me to the end of my wonderful eastern European trip. All in all, I really feel like I did a good job of visiting the Balkan region. I feel like I kind of know the place and some of its' history too. It's amazing that that Dictator Tito dude was able to keep all these countries a part of Yugoslavia for so long since they are very different. He must have been a real hard-ass. For a really good English website covering Balkan region current affairs and some of its' history, check out balkaninsight.com. It's awesome now to be back in an Engish speaking country again – even if I have to talk a little slow so the Americans can understand me with my Aussie accent.

It was very intoxicating for me to be like a stripper for a day. Under the right circumstances I can really see myself enjoying that line of work. I guess it rubbed off because ever since we've arrived in Florence, Oregon, I've been kind of doing that with this man at one of the convenience stores in town. When I go over there at around 5:00 to get my early morning coffee I lift up my top and flash him my bare 38C tits for about 15 seconds and then he gives me free coffee. I'd have him do something for me too except that there's a security camera pointed at him and he'd probably lose his job.



Zagreb, Croatia – 11 November, 2017 – Wonderful Croatia & Getting My Anal Cherry Popped

The boyfiend and I spent over a week in Croatia – 2 nights in Makarska, 1 night in Split, 2 nights in Zadar and 3 nights in the capital city of Zagreb. Our route of travel was to enter through Bosnia-Herzegovina and travel north up the spectacular Dalmatien Coast. Originally, I had planned to visit Croatia in early July, coming in from Serbia. But instead, I elected to go to Romania. That was a good choice as I missed Croatia's tourist season and enjoyed it in quiet November.

The sexual exploration of my anus has always been very important to me. Mum first introduced me to anal stimulation when I watched as she fingered her arse and put things in it during her masturbations. And when mum and me did handjobs on dad, she always had me finger his bum hole with one hand while stroking him with my other hand. So I know this whole anal sex thing can be very stimulating.

Makarska is the most scenic place that I have stayed at on this eastern European trip. It's situated along some coves off the Adriatic Sea. The water is a turquoise colour and it's so clean that I could see several feet down to the bottom. Every once in a while I get teary-eyed just because a place is so beautiful and I'm grateful to be there – Makarska was one of those places. I also enjoyed playing with the colonies of friendly cats that make their homes there.

But, you know, other than playing with myself and fingering other guys in the butt when I'm handjobbing them and – oh yes – when I'm doing anal play with my girlfriends, my anal experience with guys has been a big zero. To the point, I've been a anal sex virgin with men.

What made Makarska even better was our choice of lodging – the Hotel Park Makarska. The boyfiend and I had a gorgeous view from our balcony overlooking the cove and we witnessed stunning sunsets . The room itself and the hotel staff were perfect. We usually don't spend 55 Euro a night for a room but this room – and the buffet breakfast - was well worth it. And, besides, I need to remember that in Australia, America and some other places in Europe you can't rent a dump of a room for that price. In another time I could have spent all winter at that hotel in Makarska.

Enter my boyfiend (pardon the pun). He's obsessed with anal sex. Doing it with both girls and guys. Giving and receiving. And, oh yeah, I've pegged him with my strap-on a few times too. But I tell him, “Hold on, lover, I'll have anal sex with you. But all in my own good time and on my terms.”

Moving northward out of Makarska, we took buses up the Dalmatien Coast. This is very easy to do as there are buses leaving every hour or so. The cities we stayed at along the coast are among the main cities. But there are many little hamlets in between not to mention settlements on islands just off the coast. Ferries go to these islands – some as small as a football field – and it was a regret that we didn't do that. I noticed that apartment rentals are plentiful in even the smallest of villages. I'm assuming those apartments belong to western Europeans who summer along the coast. Why not come here for the winter and spend your permitted 90 visa-free days at one of these apartments? That thought crossed my mind.

You see, the type of anal sex the boyfiend is into is the type I've seen in many porn videos and that is not what I want. I know for lots of guys that it's a turn-on and power trip to have rough anal sex with girls. But the pleasure that I receive from my own anal play comes from sensual and soft exploration of my anus. So, like I said, I've told the boyfiend that he's going to get my bum. But only when I'm ready and if he ever tries to pull one of those “wrong-hole” stunts then our engagement is off. Kudos to the boyfiend that he's towed that line.

Split is the 2nd largest city in Croatia. We got there on a Sunday afternoon and found it teeming with tourists roaming the UNESCO palace and dining at the many restaurants. Split, along with Zadar, are the major port cities of Croatia. Ferries with tourists are constantly arriving from western Europe – mostly from Italy. But by Sunday evening things really quieted down and the seagulls and pidgeons took over.

Lately, though, I must admit to becoming somewhat obsessed with the notion of finally having anal sex. Part of it is that I've been breaking through so many other sexual boundaries lately. It's also that I want to please my boyfiend by engaging in one of his favorite activities. So I'm not all that surprised that it finally happened on November 4, 2017, on our hotel room balcony in Makarska, Croatia.

Zadar is much the same as Split. Like I say, it is a port town. Nothing in either Split or Zadar beats Makarska for scenic beauty. But the dining options are more plentiful. And there is a “real” part of these town not frequented by the tourists. That's the way it is everywhere. But many times we don't even notice until our bus goes past the butcher shops, thrift shops, gambling rooms and auto repair shops on its' way out of town.

It was 3:00 in the morning and the boyfiend and me were stoned after smoking some good ganja that we had scored from a local guy trolling the beach. It was a beautiful night and the full moon was shining on the water I laid on my back on an air mattress and he started eating my pussy and licking my arsehole. Maybe it was the marijuana speaking but I decided then and there that it finally time for my anal cherry to get popped. So I pulled the boyfiend's head out of my arse and said to him, “Hun, now's the time for anal. Just go slow, okay?” He assured me that he would control himself.

The worse part of my experience in Zadar is that I got taken advantage of by an eastern European cabbie again. I have never trusted these predators since the day when I arrived in Belgrade, Serbia, and this taxi guy drove me around in circles for 30 minutes and dropped me off one block from where he picked me up. I really try to avoid the cabs.

So I got on my knees and sucked and stroked the boyfiend to hardness. Then I stood up and with my back to him I bent slightly over the balcony railing. The boyfiend lifted my long flowery-patterned dress way up so that it covered the top of my head. Next he pulled off my thermal underwear that had been bunched around my green wool socks. And of course my bare breasts swayed across the cold metal railing.

The only way that you – as a foreigner - is not going to get screwed by a cabbie is to have your hotel connect you with a reputable driver or if you know exactly how far away your destination is and the best route to get there. Otherwise, these guys will either charge you a fixed price that is way too high or use their meter and drive you all over the place. When we arrived in Zadar it was pouring rain and it was a long walk to our hotel. So we sucked it up and sure enough the cabbie drove us in a wide arc around Zadar and charged us more for what should have been a 3 kilometer ride than we paid for all our buses that took us through Croatia.

Then the boyfiend rubbed his erect cock across my pussy lips and clitoris and I reached down and pulled on it lightly so it also rubbed against my blonde pubes. Then I guided him into my pussy for a few strokes to get him extra hard and lubed up for my anus. Then I told the boyfiend to put it in me back there.

The capital city of Zagreb – our last stop before flying to Stockholm, Sweden, - was quite a surprise. It's not a touristy place. There's really nothing to attract the tourists except wonderful old buildings and history. It's not by the ocean and there aren't any majestic mountains. It's a down-to-earth place and there's lots of grafitti. But everyone seemed really easy going and there wasn't all the chaos that comes with some of the other capitals.

The boyfiend pulled out of my cunt and placed the head of his cock softly against my bum hole. I turned around to look him in the eyes and requested, “Please go in there now.” The boyfiend started gently pushing his cockhead until the first couple centimeters of his shaft were in my anus. It didn't hurt and it made me fill fuller back there than I've ever felt before. He's pretty thick and the dildos that I had been using for my anal masturbations are thinner. I guess that was it. Part of me wanted more of him in me. But another part of me just wanted to enjoy the sensation so I told him to just hold it inside me like that. Then I reached for a half-smoked joint and we passed it back and forth.

And, my God, the Zagreb city centre. The boyfiend and me had lodging near the bus station that is a couple kilometers away from the centre. On my 1st day I walked towards the city centre and things were nice but I didn't see much of anything noteable. Then on the 2nd day I explored some more and stumbled upon the true city centre. It's a pedestrian walkway with tram lines running through the center. It went on and on and on and it was filled to the brim with all kinds of people going about their business. On an energy scale, the Zagreb city centre beats all the other capitals of eastern Europe.

The boyfiend and me remained pretty much motionless with his cock up my butt – just relaxing and getting super stoned as we tuned into our anal experience. Every so often he would pull almost all the way out and then push it in slowly again. But never further than those first few centimeters. That was really all I could take in comfort and all I wanted to take this first time around. And that is what I told the boyfiend when he asked to fuck my bum deeper.

And the blue trams of Zagreb...they are everywhere! I couldn't go 30 seconds without a tram rolling past me. And they are packed to the gills with people. There are bicyclists too. Nothing like Copenhagen, which is a legend in that way. But it is the only country in eastern Europe where I noticed that it was an significant mode of transporation.

The boyfiend's cock up my bum hole put me into a meditative state that deepened as I looked up to see the yellow moon sink into the sea. Then I felt the boyfiend's cock start to throb in me in the same way that a cock surges in my palm during a handjob just before he's about to spew. Suddenly some involuntary reflex in my anal sphinctr caused those muscles to close and this pushed the boyfiend's cock slowly out of my anus.

Croatia is a horse of a different color from the other eastern European countries (not necessarily better or worse though). Perhaps it is because it is almost entirely Roman Catholic and the other countries are mostly Orthodox Christian or Muslim. Perhaps it is because it is a member of the European Union (although Romania and Bulgaria also are members). Perhaps it is because lots of tourists come from Italy and other western European countries. Croatia feels much more western European than part of the Balkins. And even though it is more expensive than other countries around here it is definitely a destination worth visiting for a few days or much longer.

I felt terrible that the boyfiend wasn't going to cum inside my anus. But he almost did. At exactly the moment when the boyfiend's cockhead slid out of me he ejaculated and loads of hot semen soaked my puckered anus. Then, most of his stuff dribbled down my legs and some cum even reached my green socks.

So now I'm not an anal virgin anymore. My cherry popping was spiritual, kind of scary, sensational and slightly heartbreaking and one awesome experience that I'll never forget. Now the boyfiend and me are having anal sex pretty about every other day. I still can't get more than half his shaft inside me. But now he's actually fucking me by moving it in and out – not too rough but in a real easy motion.

I'm finding the ying and yang between anal sex and vaginal sex. And that's a godsend for a girl like me who is on natural birth control but who still wants to fuck during my fertile periods.

Mostar, Bosnia-Herzegovina – 3 November, 2017 - Travels in Bosnia-Herzegovina & The McDonald's Flasher

In total, the boyfiend and I spent a week in Bosnia-Herzegovina – 3 nights in its' capital city of Sarajevo, 2 night in the northern city of Banja Luka, and 2 nights in the ancient city of Mostar. I really didn't know what to expect about Bosnia. I know there was a civil war here in the early 1990s. I heard it was backwards. I heard it was modern. I heard it was full of terrorists. I don't really believe much of anything I hear or read on the internet about places anymore. In the end, I only trust my own experiences.

My favorite experience of getting flashed on this eastern European trip occurred on July 30, 2017, at Novi Sad, Serbia. I arrived an hour before I was permitted to check in at the Hostel 021. So I walked around a little and I was pleasantly surprised to find a McDonald's restaurant. McDonald's is about the only place in Serbia that can be relied on to serve a fresh-brewed cup of black coffee. And, just as important, they actually enforce their non-smoking rule for indoor dining. So I went inside, ordered my coffee and went to a cozy corner to enjoy my fix.

There was one thing that was very noticeable as our bus crossed over from Montenegro in Bosnia. In Montenegro the road was a well-paved 2 lane road. But when we entered into Bosnia the road turned into a 1 lane mostly dirt road for the first 50 kilometers until we got to the little town of Foca. This could have been a road destroyed during the Bosnian War just as much of Bosnia's rail system was destroyed. Not sure about that except it did turn into a decent road once our bus resumed on to Sarajevo.

I took a seat that was facing this couple. They both looked to be in their 30s. She was sitting with her back to me - a brunette, a little on the chubby side and quite cute. He was sitting opposite of her - tall and thin and kind of a gangly type. I assume they were married because they were mostly ignoring each other – she was jabbering on her phone and he was eating his fries and looking around.

Too bad for us that we spent most of our first day in Sarajevo just trying to get to our hotel. For some reason the bus made its' last stop on the eastern outskirts of Sarajevo even though there is a large station in the city centre. So we got out and started walking. We must have walked 15 kilometers in all. I don't know how we almost always find our hotels. We're kind of a combination of homing pigeons and blind mice. We don't have GPS but we do go to Google Maps and draw out a map with street names, landmarks and so on. And locals help us too. The hardest places to find are in the old towns that are a maze of winding alley ways. But, like I say, we do eventually stumble upon our place.

After a few minutes my eyes met the gangly guy's eyes. I wasn't really looking at him. It just happened.
After that it kind of became a game as we caught each other looking at the other. Finally, we just locked eyes. It's fun to play like this. I'm usually not so forward like that but he was with his wife so no harm would come of it.

We were in Sarajevo during the weekend. The place is vibrant but very touristy too. Every once in a while I'd come across a group of tourists and I'd have to wave my way through them like I was in the midst of a swarm of misquitoes. There's a monument with an eternal flame honoring the fallin' heros of the Bosnian War and tourists were lined up to take goofy selfie pics of themselves in front of it. I wonder what the locals think of that. It was wonderful to see the old trams. The tram system in Sarajevo is the second oldest one in the world and some of the trams look like they are from the 1940s. If you want quiet in the city centre then walk around real early in the morning when all you can hear are the prayers from the numerous mosques. Also, things shut down quite early on Sunday evenings as the boyfiend found out when he went out to try to find some beer.

Don't ask me why but I've always been a magnet for flashers. But I wasn't counting on this gangly guy's next move. He slid over one seat so I could see under the table and below his waist. Then he unzipped his shorts and reached inside and pulled his cock out and just let it plop in front of his pants for me to view. I'm not really into big cocks and all of that. But for flashing then bigger is better. And this guy had a horse cock even though it was still mostly soft.

After Sarajevo, we took the bus up to Banja Luka. Really, I hardly remember anything about Banja Luka. Most all the stops run together at this point. But I do take my share of pictures and even more videos and store them up in the cloud. I've found that when I take the time to watch a video then much of my memory comes back. But I don't want to be one of those tourist who can't stop snapping the camera. When will they ever have time to look at all those pics anyway? But a camera does have its' place. Actually, what I find most memorable about Banja Luka (other than it being modern and clean) is setting out in the morning in search of a pen to buy. Two hours later I found a store that sells pens but then I got lost and didn't find my way back to the hotel until early evening.

Now I wasn't looking into the gangly guy's eyes anymore. My attention had shifted to below the table as he began to stroke himself to hardness. And to encourage him I sucked on my fingers in a sexual way. Every so often his wife would look up and after about the third time she noticed her man was looking at something behind her. So she quickly turned around but I was swift enough to divert my attention to sipping my coffee.

Banja Luka to Mostar was an awesome bus ride as far as the scenery goes. Granite mountain tops with small villages nestled in deep valleys. But our driver was a maniac. He was going way over the speed limit and blasting his horn at every car in front of him. The locals on the bus, though, never seemed to mind so I suppose they are used to it. And the driver would never stop for toilet breaks either and I really needed to pee. So the boyfiend and me went to the very back of the bus. He got a stuff sack out of our pack that is good at holding liquids. Then I got on my knees and lifted my dress and he held the sack open and I peed into it until it was full and I was empty. As luck would have it, the bus driver finally did give us a toilet break a few minutes later and we got out and poured my pee into the gutter.

After the wife went back to talking on the phone the gangly guy resumed stroking and he got harder and harder until he got massive and his face was all contorted. I thought he was going to bust it right there. But then his wife looked up at him and kind of grimaced and then she looked back at me and I looked at her as if to say, “What are you looking at me for?”

Mostar had a really nice old town. Again, a little touristy but not too bad. A wonderful river runs through the city. I've been seeing quite a few of the Roma people in Bosnia (a.k.a. gypsies). I love how the women dress – it's so colorful. And many of them do send their young ch_ildren around to beg for money. Who can resist them? And read the Roma's story. They've received the brunt of a lot of unfair prejudice in these parts.

Eventually the wife went back to her phone to look at some video and the gangly guy put two hands on his thing – one on his balls and one on his shaft and he started violently convulsing. Then he pumped out streams of semen. The first shot must have gone 4 feet and barely missed his wife's right leg and it landed on the ground between our 2 tables. Then he pointed his hose downward and made a big puddle below his feet. The wife noticed all of his gyrations and she seemed to be asking him if something was wrong – maybe she thought he was having a heart attack.

Back at our hotel in Mostar the road crews were at work. They are building a new sewer line right in front of the hotel and it is non-stop noise from 7am to 5pm. It's going to be going on for another year. The room next to our room was occupied by 3 muslum women. On the second night they were in their hijabs (everything covered except the face) and relaxing at a table outside our room. I joined them and we had the most pleasant conversations about just pretty much normal stuff. Then we went into their room and they were out of their hijabs practically before the door was shut. We spent several hours just laughing and the boyfiend texted me from our room saying to bring them over. No way ! He has this thing for muslum women who are dressed in hijabs. Which is kind of twisted because the hijab is supposed to tamp down a man's desires. Even pervier, he's trying to buy a burka through eBay and have me wear it when we have sex (that's the black veil that covers the entire body except for the eyes).

So I would say that Bosnia is a great place to visit if you like scenic beauty, historical buildings, cheap prices and friendly people. The Bosnians seem focused on the future but they haven't forgotten their past.

Finally, the gangly guy zippered up and looked toward the ceiling and took a deep breath. To show my appreciation for the show I lifted up my top (no bra as almost always) and rested my t-shirt on top of my big breasts and started squeazing them for him. Right then his wife whipped around and saw me flashing my tits and she went into a rage. She was yelling at me and at the gangly guy. She was speaking in Serbian so I had no idea what she was saying except that she was as mad as a hornet. Fearing she was going to call management on me, I fled out of there and lost myself in the crowd outside. McDonalds...i'm lovin' it!


Niksic, Montenegro – 26 October, 2017 – Impressions of Montenegro & The Current State of My Sexual Affairs

Montenegro's calling card is its' spectacular and varied scenery. High forest-covered mountains along the border with Kosovo...deep canyons heading west into its' capital city of Podgorica...high desert on the way up north to the country's second largest city Niksic...and on the way into Bosnia & Herzegovina there are snow-covered granite peaks that remind me of the Yosemite high country. And, I didn't even visit the coastline. I just wish I could take some pictures as I traveled on the buses and trains that would do these places justice and upload them to my xHamster galleries. But my trusty digital camera that I bought in Iceland is of a quality that turns those pictures into blurs when I'm in motion.

I think I'll write a little about the current state of my sexual affairs. Not that anybody cares but it's my blog so that's what I'm going to do...

I suppose I should start with a little history to put the present into context. I've always been a very sexual person. I guess I owe that to my mum. She taught me how to masturbate. No, wait. That's not correct. How can someone teach anyone how to masturbate? But mum did encourage me. When I was around 10 years old I remember mum telling me, “It's mummy's play time.” And then she'd start to masturbate herself in front of me. But it was all part of her plan for me. That is, associating play (something k_ids love to do) with sexual exploration. So I emulated mum and started masturbating and having orgasms when I was 10 years old. Mum and dad kept telling me that a girl should have at least one orgasm a day. Don't worry, mum & dad...The last time I had only one orgasm during a day was a long, loooong time ago!

Looking back, it would have been good to have done some camping in Montenegro. I'm sure the boyfiend and me could have found our way up to some nice quiet spots in the mountains and pitched our tent. It would have been good to walk the roads from town to town too. Unfortuantely, that might be impossible because there are such narrow shoulders for walkers and bicyclists and many tunnels too. Having said that, the drivers out here don't have the outright hostile attitude of “get off my road” that some drivers in other countries have towards pedestrians. But it still would have been too dangerous.

So, with that start you might figure I was having sex all the time by the time I reached my teens. But nothing could be further from the truth. Believe it or not, until I met my boyfiend I'd only had sex with 2 different guys. The first time was when I lost my virginity at 19 years old. And, the second time, which I wrote about in another blog entry (Handjobs Across America), was when I was 21 years old. And with each guy I only did it for one night so that means I've only had full sexual intercourse twice until a little over a month ago. It's a contradiction that I have trouble explaining to myself.

I think that during the next world region that the boyfiend and I tour, we'll be doing more actual backpacking. Not just traveling with a pack but the hiking and overnight camping kind of backpacking. The boyfiend and I both have top gear for that – the lightest sleeping bags, warmest clothes, tents, trekking poles, Osprey packs and so on. Actually, the boyfiend did spent the greater part of June hiking from north of Helsinki, Finland, to way up above the Arctic Circle. That's 1,000 kilometers (625 miles). He used the main roads and they were not as crowded as in Montenegro. And it's perfectly acceptable to camp out anywhere up there – even on private property. Plus there's 24 hour daylight. The only thing is you have to do it between mid-May and before July. Before then there is too much snow and after that the bugs will torment you.

That isn't to say that I haven't done other things. Like I wrote in that earlier blog entry, I've given close to 200 handjobs. But in my mind that is really not a sexual act. To me it is more like an intimate way of shaking hands. But I do admit that I get a special charge out of getting a guy to ejaculate and then watching it spew out.

I wasn't particularly impressed with Montenegro's cities though. They weren't bad but there just wasn't much “there” there. Particularly the capital city of Podgorica. Upon arriving the boyfiend and I set out to sight-see and discover the city centre. We walked around and around and didn't find much of anything. The pedestrian areas were practically deserted. When we got back to our hotel we asked the desk clerk were the city centre was and she said we were right in the middle of it. Oh, really! The northern city of Niksic actually had more character than Podgorica. And a certain sophistication too. It was charming to hear Frank Sinatra's “Somethin' Stupid” and Petula Clark's “Downtown” playing in the cafes.

Blowjobs...I've given about 10 diffferent guys blowjobs. I think I'm pretty good at it. It involves many of the same skills that giving a good handjob does. As you expert wankers know, there are special ways to treat the balls, shaft and cockhead -not to mention stimulation of the anus at the same time. But it's not my specialty and, truth be told, many times a blowjob is more intimate than I want to get with a fellow.

Even though Podgorica is “Nowheresville”, we still make it a point to visit each country's capital city if for no other reason than just to say we've been there. And there sure are some obscure capital cities out here. Most everybody has heard of Belgrade, Bucharest, and Sarajevo. But who living outside of this eastern European region has heard of Chisinau, Tiraspol, Sofia, Skopje, Tirana, Prishtina, Podgorica or Zagreb? And who can match those capitals up with their countries? I couldn't until I took this trip.

Another contradiction is that I have a fetish for flashing (and also for being flashed). That's weird because usually nudists like me don't get off on that sort of things. True nudists I mean, not pervert nudists. For example, when I go to a nude beach or are around other nudists I get very sexually aroused but not in a flashing sort of way because everybody else is naked too. But when I expose myself in front of a fully-clothed “normal” person then it's something that I'll masturbate countless times afterwards about.

Montenegro has a Serbian feel to it. Which shouldn't be that surprising as the two regions joined into one country for a few years after the break-up of Yugoslavia. Aside from the eastern region we didn't see many mosques. It's mostly orthodox Christian like Serbia. And the chain stores that are prevalent in Serbia are in Montenegro too.

While I've only had sex with two guys until I met my boyfiend, I have had sex with almost 40 women. Much of that occurred when I was 22 and living for a year at a women's commune in Australia. Now I'm having sex with maybe one different woman a month and I'm sure that will continue. All kinds of sex too -cunnilingus, tribbing, kissing, strap-on, anal exploration, pee-play and mutual masturbation. I just feel really comfortable around women.

I did get the feeling that the citizens of Montenegro are a bit more modern and western leaning than those of Serbia. But they love their cigarettes as much as the Serbians. Back in vogue is the smoking indoors at restaruants and on public transport. The only place I can be assured of refuge from second-hand smoke in Montenegro is in my hotel room. This isn't just a pet peeve with me – it's a major issue. Not a deal breaker for traveling to eastern Europe. But if this stuff bugs you then you'll need to change your attitude about it or you'll go insane. I remember arriving in Belgrade from Finland and going into a restaurant and this guy was smoking in it. I was about to tell him that wasn't allowed but then I looked around and everybody else was smoking too. That's when I got the clue.

So, that kind of brings me to the present. Like I write in my About Me section, I met my boyfiend during this trip in Bulgaria and we decided to marry only about a month after that. The thing is that it was so cosmic. When we met on the bus that was taking us from Sofia, Bulgaria, to Skopje, Macedonia, we discovered that we had been traveling almost the same route since April of this year – first Scandanavia and then eastern Europe. It was a wonder I didn't run into him sooner. And then when I asked the boyfiend where he was going next it was exactly the countries I was going to. So, it was meant to be.

So now it's on to Bosnia & Herzegovina for several days. Then up the Croatian coast to Zagreb. After that, an 11 November flight to Stockholm, Sweden, for a 2 night stay before flying out to San Francisco, California.

But at first we were strictly travel partners. Most nights we slept in the same bed but it was a platonic relationship. The boyfiend still went out on his “cunt hunts.” Which brings me to another contradiction because I've always been repulsed by men who treat women like pieces of meat. And, yes, he has an xHamster profile (he's had it for about 4 years) and I looked at it and it's disgusting.
But something inside me said it was also total rubbish. Sure he goes out and tries to have sex with girls. But he's not a “caveman” or “mysogonist” like he proudly claims on his page. So I worked past that facade.

Eventually, after two weeks together, we did have sex and the next day he proposed marriage to me. Honestly, I don't know if I'm fully in love with him yet. I've never been totally in love (in a romantic way) with anybody. But it feels like it's happening. And the sex has been awesome. I'm starting to do things with the boyfiend that I never thought I'd do with a man...like strap-on sex and peeing on him and doggy position fucking. And for a girl who, up until late September, only had sex 2 times it's crazy. But I love it. Sure, there are some things I won't do yet. Anal sex and facials come to mind. But maybe later I'll be open to those things too.

Ours is an open relationship. I want the boyfiend to have sex with as many other woman as he wants to. No one woman can satisfy a man completely. But the funny thing is that he's not doing his “cunt hunts” anymore. I don't think it is because I'm all that great in bed. I liken it to a stray cat who is always out hunting for food because he doesn't know where his next meal is coming from. But if the stray gets adoped and gets steady feeding then he doesn't go out on the prowl as much or at all. And the boyfiend knows he can fuck me anytime he wants to. So I think that's why he's not straying.

As for myself, I'm still going to have sex with other women. That's just so much a part of me. But, you know, I just don't have the compulsion to have sexual intercourse with other men even though I can if I want to. Given my limited sexual history with men I don't suppose that's all that surprising. But of course if my dad wants me then I'll definitely come running to him (he he).


Podgorica, Montenegro – 23 October, 2017 – Eastern European Trains & Handjobs Across America

Today the boyfiend and I took the train from Mojkovac, Montenegro, to that country's capital city of Podgorica. So I think I'll write a little about the ride and about rail travel in eastern Europe...

During this trip in eastern Europe I've used the bus system maybe 65% of the time and the trains for the remainder. My preference is for the trains but they usually aren't going the routes that I want to go or are too inconvenient. Romania and Bulgaria, however, have good rail systems and Serbia is decent in parts of the country. The other countries – not so much.

After writing my most recent blog entry, it got me to thinking about how many men I have actually given handjobs to. So I called up my girlfriend Alicia. Back in 2012 when we were both 21 years old we traveled to the United States and we spent 4 months hitchhiking across 46 states while giving blowjobs and handjobs to many of the men who picked us up. Well, Alicia gave the blowjobs and I gave the handjobs.

Our train today is one of the older ones. It's the kind where there are enclosed rooms with six seats and a narrow aisle outside. Every once in a while we get a modern more open-spaced train but not today. The cars date back to the early 1960s and the engines that pull them are workhorses that will probably be around another 100 years if well-maintained. The furniture is stained and the toilets have the usual horrid smell. I never drink liquids before train rides because I won't go near the toilets and I'm not crude enough to pee on the train seats like some of the girls in those xhamster videos do.

When I tell people about my American trip they think it was so dangerous that 2 young girls from Australia would do something like hitchhike without a man or even a dog to protect us. Many of the men who picked us up told us that too. But, really, it wasn't that dangerous at all. Most of the men were genuinely nice and caring and many of them saw their daughters in us and wanted to protect us.

We pass stupendous scenery on today's journey – the train winds through mountain tunnels above deep canyons. Every day I think the Montenegro scenery can't get any better but I'm always wrong. The only problem is the train is packed. We had to stand in the aisle and the best scenery was on the other side of the train. It was killing me that a girl had a perfect window seat and she never once took her eyes off her mobile phone. I so wanted her seat. And the smokers gather in the aisle even though this was supposed to be a non-smoking train. Even the train attendents smoke in their compartment.

Sure, we ran into the occasional out-of-control perv. We must have had 20 guys pull over and when we got to the car window they were already stroking themselves. We always declined those rides and we weren't desperate as we hardly ever waited 15 minutes for another ride. And there were a couple of men who whipped it out when they were driving. But Alicia and I pretended not to notice and those men would eventually spunk and put it back in their pants.

I don't understand why there are only 2 cars attached to our train engine. Surely there should be at least 4 cars. And I don't understand either why the most popular bus routes in Montenegro are serviced by mini-vans and the less popular routes have the larger buses. Really, I don't even try to understand that stuff anymore. I just observe it and assume there must be a good reason for it.

The only really dangerous ride that Alicia and I got happened in the Nevada desert. Our previous ride had dropped us off in the middle of nowhere because that's where he lived. So this pick-up truck pulled up and we just felt really dangerous vibes coming from the guy in it but we took the ride anyway because it was il_legal to hitch on that section of highway. It turned out that after the man loaded our packs into the back of the truck he drove us down some dirt road and ordered us out. Then he got some rope from under his seat and told us he was going to tie Alicia and me up and fuck us. Fortunately, Alicia had the foresight to snap a picture of this guy's license plate when he was loading our packs and she texted that picture to somebody back home. Then when the guy threatened us Alicia told him that and he backed off and called us “cunts” and drove back to where he picked us up and dropped us off.

At each rail station along the way – big or small – there's a station employee smartly dressed in uniform with a red hat who clears the train to proceed and salutes with pride as our train passes on. At one station there was a particularly attractive woman waving us along and some of the men on the train made crude finger gestures towards her and cat-called her but she didn't acknowledge them. She had too much dignity for that.

Like I wrote, though, most of the men on our U.S. trip were really nice. And it was to those men who we gave handjobs and blowjobs to. Usually we treated the older men in their 40s, 50s and 60s who, perhaps, had not had the pleasure of a young girl in awhile. “Your choice” we'd ask them. “Can we please pleasure you with a blowjob or a handjob?” Alicia is a redhead, kind of a pixie type, very sexy and full of energy. As much as handjobs are my speciality, Alicia's passion is sucking off guys and swallowing. About half the men chose blowjobs while the others wanted handjobs. If a man was greedy and said he wanted both, then we obliged with Alicia and me passing his cock back and forth between us. Almost every man took us up on our offer. We'd go to some private parking lot or a park or down some dirt road or into the back of his van and pleasure the man until he ejaculated. We sucked and wanked off all different kinds of men – professional men, working stiffs, married men, dads and even a few pastors and preachers.

Unless my train destination is at the end of the line I always pay attention to where the train is on the journey. This is because there are no station announcements. The only way I know where I am is to look at the sign nailed or painted on the station. And sometimes the name of the town is written in the cyrillic alphabet too. The doors don't open automatically either and I've missed a few stops trying to jar them to open. And be careful when you walk down the steep stairs or you'll do a face-plant.

We had one particularly long ride from a 32 year old man by the name of Jeff. He took Alicia and me from Ohio to Nebraska. During the ride we got to know each other quite well and Jeff confessed to us that he was still a virgin. At the time I wasn't much beyond being a virgin either – I had only had full sexual intercourse with one guy and that was when I was 19 years old and that was the only time. So I could relate. As the ride was concluding in Lincoln, Nebraska, we offered to take Jeff's virginity during that night at our hotel. We checked in and Jeff got a little scared and insisted on sleeping in his car. But we would have none of it and we practically dragged him into our room and we fucked him silly. Well, Alicia did most of the work – at least at first – by getting him hard with her mouth. Then I laid down on my back and let Jeff enter me in the missionary. It took Jeff only about 5 minutes to cum that first time but then he settled in and we screwed all night. In the morning as he dropped Alicia and me off he had a real glow about him.

So, after 2 hours of standing up we wind our way into Podgorica. Not one of my better train rides but who can complain when a 150 kilometer ride costs 2,50 Euro. Everyone piles out onto this non-descript train station. At first I think this can't be the capital city of Montenegro. Usually the stations of the nation's signature city are grander. But this station isn't that way and neither is Podgorica as I will come to find out.

So it was an awesome United States trip for 2 hippy chicks from Aussie Land. Alicia has been married for 2 years now and is a mum. We really enjoyed reliving our memories of that trip over the phone. Of course we didn't offer every man a blowjob or handjob. But usually we'd spread good cheer by giving blowjobs and handjobs to at least one nice man a day. And I think, now, that I'm upping the number of men I've given handjobs to from “over 100” to “close to 200” men. With, hopefully, many more to cum.


Mojkovac, Montenegro – 22 October, 2017 – Montenegro Country Towns and Meet The Parents

What an awesome bus trip from Peje, Kosovo, over the humongous Prokletije Mountains that separate Kosovo from Montenegro. First the boyfiend and I went up and up and up. I really can't, in all my life, remember taking such a steep accent. Incredible views to the little towns below (although it was a little smoggy). We almost hit a truck that was barreling down the road. Then it was our turn to go down those twisting hair-pin turns. I was praying the brakes on the bus were up to snuff because it did smell like they were burning. But we made it...into the town of Rozaje, Montenegro.

I should tell you some stuff about my parents and my upbringing since they are a big part of my life and the way I look at things. But what you need to understand up front is that some of the things that may be taboo to you are not that way to me. Instead they are just kind of normal and, I think, a healthy way to live life.

Rozaje is a really small town – only around 10,000 souls. We thought it was larger. Actually, it is large by Montenegro's standards. We booked a “hotel” that is 4 kilometers out of town and back in the woods. Several booking.com reviewers described this place as “rustic”, which usually means it is beaten down. And that it was. But we enjoyed our time on the terrace overlooking a little stream and the wood stove fireplace inside was very cozy. The host spoke no English (neither did anybody else in town whom we met) but he used Google Translate to cover the essentials.

My dad is 47 years old and my mum is 44 years old. Both my parents are nudists. My dad is a teacher and my mum is a professional masseuse. Both my parents were hippies back in the day. My dad is bisexual while my mum has had a few encounters with women but she considers herself heterosexual.

The next morning I headed out to explore Rozaje. But first I cut up some sausages into bite size pieces to feed all the sweet stray dogs that wander these parts. The first dog I ran across wasn't a stray. He was the hotel dog. Here's a picture of him:



But I fed the hotel dog anyway because he was so friendly. That was a big mistake! After I fed him he followed me almost all the way into town. And that evening he followed me again when I went to the mini-mart. I resorted to hanging out in a cafe and nursing expressos for an hour until he got tired of waiting and went home where, upon my arrival back, he accousted me again for more sausage.

My parents also raised me as a nudist. They've always kept everything out in the open with me too. I've seen them have sex countless times. It's only when things get real kinky or rough that they go into their bedroom and close the door. It's not at all unusual for me to sit next to mum as she sucks dad's cock or gives him a handjob or for mum to sit on dad's lap with his cock inside her while we're watching the Telly together.

The striking thing about Rozaje was how lively it was for a town so small. Wish I could say the same thing about the bus station. What a dump. The only employee there was a guy staffing the pay toilets. And there were no bus schedules printed up. Which brings me to my pet peave about this region of the world. Yeah, yeah, I get it...these countries are poor. But how much does it cost to print out a bus schedule? To make sure there is toilet paper by the toilet? (oh, wait, there is no toilet, just a hole in the cement). To put batteries in the station clocks so they run? To put street signs on the major streets? To put orange cones in front of the deep holes in the walkways? Yes, I know I'm sounding like a an uppity tourist and I should take things as they are. Just saying...

While my parents have done a bit of swinging, I would say they are more exhibitionists than swingers. Right now they belong to this sex club where the host couple has sex in front of all the other couples who are circled around them and masturbating. On several occasions I've been at home when dad and mum hosted the party and I've joined in with the masturbation.

After spending two nights in Rozaje the boyfiend and me took another bus to Mojkovac, Montenegro. Again, the bus ride crossed more mountain ranges and Mojkovac is in a valley surrounded by mountains. This is even a smaller town than Rozaje – about half the size. It's very peaceful but there's nothing to do except enjoy nature and wonder how some of those homes way up near the mountain tops ever got built.

Some dads invite their mates over for a Friday night game of cards. My dad invites his mates – straight and gay – over for wank off parties while mum is out doing the shopping or taking in the cinema. Sometimes I would stay home with dad and other times I'd tag along with mum.

As in Rozaje, our hotel was several kilometers from town. After looking around Mojkovac after getting off the bus, the boyfiend and I hoofed it to the hotel and we never returned until it was time to catch the train for our next destination. I've been on the road for 2 years now and I don't feel the compulsion to be a tourist every day as someone on a 2 day or even a month holiday might feel. Sometimes I just want to chill.

Like I said, mum's a masseuse. At her office she gives awesome massages to men and women. But she only gives “happy endings” to dad and a chosen few of his mates. Mum taught me the art of the “happy ending” by having me practice on dad. And I must say that she taught me well. Even though I've only had sex with 3 men I've given over 100 guys handjobs. I can make a guy cum in 1 minute or hold him off for hours. Sometimes I talk dirty and many times I take off my top so a guy can hump my breasts too. But if the guy cums on my face then that's the last handjob or titty fuck that he gets.

So, first we went out to the balcony and watched a very old man and his wife chop up a bunch of firewood. Woodcutting is the main activity in these parts right now as winter is fast approaching. That babushka wife was using just one hand to wield her ax. Amazing! Then we went to the restaurant downstairs to order food to take to our room. The boyfiend wanted a large (0,5 L) beer but the waiter, who hardly spoke any English, insisted that the boyfiend could only have a smaller beer. It almost evolved into a shouting match as the boyfiend started making a scene and demanded the large beer that was in the cooler right in front of him. But he finally gave up in bewilderment. He needs to calm down and just accept how things are and not question why – like why our pizza came with a sunny-side up egg in the middle of it.

Now I'm excited to see how things will turn out now that the boyfiend and me are getting married. It's intesesting too that my boyfriend is 43 years old and almost the same age as my parents are. Dad has already wanked off with my boyfiend on Skype while mum watched. I'm pretty sure that we will all be having sex on the same bed when I go back home early next year for a short stay after our wedding (although I'll be sticking to my boyfiend and dad will do it only with mum because they draw the line on in_cest). My parents are also coming to our December wedding in California. But my boyfiend's parents are more “normal” so there won't be an orgy breaking out at the wedding party.

So, some of you may think this is all kind of weird or sick or taboo. To me, it's just the way I was raised and it's a lot more healthy than being around parents who are always arguing with each other or keeping secrets. The boyfiend and me plan on emulating my parents when we raise our fam_ily.


Peje, Kosovo – 17 October, 2017 – Impressions of Kosovo and My Pubic Hair

The boyfiend and I will be staying a total of 6 nights in Kosovo – 2 nights each in Prizren, Pristina and Peje.You can find pictures of each city in my galleries. I must say that I'm pleasantly surprised. Kosovo kind of has a reputation as a war-torn country owing to its' war at the turn of the century with Serbia. But I'm here to tell you that Kosovo is alive and well and a country on the move.

I want to write a little bit about my pubic hair and bush...Except for one time when I shaved myself bare just to see how it felt, I've always had a thick blonde bush of pubic hair. When I began puberty at around 11 years old and started growing pubes it felt like I was becoming a woman and I treasure that feeling and I will never go bare down there like a little girl again.

Kosovo is a breath of fresh air. In my mind, it ranks right up there with Romania as the most progressive country in eastern Europe. It's filled with young people with liberal attitudes about life and a determination to better their standing. New buildings and roadways are going up to replace the ones bombed out during the war. Sure there are some areas where there is still tension such as in the northern region that borders Serbia. But, all and all, people just want to live their own lives in peace and let others do the same.

Fortunately, my boyfiend has a fetish for women with pubic hair. Believe it or not, he even goes so far as to get a few pube snippits from each girl he fucks and he puts them in separate little plastic baggies. On this portion of his trip, which began in late June, he has 11 separate baggies labeled with each girl's name and a picture of her. So you can imagine his delight on our first day together when I exposed myself to him and he saw I was hairy down there.

Kosovo is relatively clean by eastern European standards. The police officers wear the spiffiest 1950s style uniforms and many older men dress up quite nicely with suits and top hats. The bus stations even have numbered platforms, modern buses and actual schedules. After hacking our way through Albania's public transport “system” this is quite a relief.

Before I describe how I keep my bush, let me just assure all the guys out there that porn paints a false picture of how many females have pubes. You would think that the vast majority of girls and women are completely bare. But nothing is further from the truth. Take my word for it. I'm an avid shower and locker room voyeur and I would say that 75% of the girls have a hairy pussy of one kind or another.

The boyfiend – a United States citizen – was quite pleased to discovered that Kosovo has a big heart for Americans. This is because President Clinton stood by the country's side in their war with Serbia. In each city that we visited there is a main street named after Bill Clinton and also streets are named after other U.S. politicians and dipomats who had a hand in helping Kosovo. I've even seen women's clothing stores named Hillary. The boyfiend was as proud as a peacock as Kosovoans gushed over him when they discovered he was American. But in his case I know better...before we came to Kosovo he told me that the only good thing President Clinton ever did was bring the blowjob into mainstream culture.

I do groom though. Or at least it was me doing the grooming until my boyfiend took over. I keep the curliest blonde bush above my clitoris. And it's much more than a “landing strip.” But I don't have pubes around my lips or arse. That's the look that I like best and I think it also makes oral sex better for me and the girl or guy who is licking me. My biggest regret is that I'm not a brunette because a dark bush is the sexiest. But God didn't intend it to be that way for me so que sera, sera.

Yes, I know that Serbia and some 90 other countries don't recognize Kosovo as an independent country. But that horse is out of the barn and he's not coming back. Kosovo is a country! So come here. It's not touristy yet and everything is so cheap. You can get a really good meal for 3 Euro and a decent hotel room for 20 Euro. The most expensive part would be if you decide to fly directly into the capital city of Prishtina. But take a budget carrier like Norwegian Air to Sofia, Bulgaria, and a bus will get you to Kosovo for hardly nothing at all.

Like I say, the boyfiend trims my bush now. We try to do it every Tuesday and Friday. Usually in the shower but if we're lucky enough we do it in the tub. Or, if we are really lucky we find a little stream out in the woods. The boyfiend uses a disposible razor, shaving crème and scissors and he shapes it, more or less, like an inverted triangle. As payment for his service, I let him wank off on my pubes when's he's done. Oh, and I shave my underarms and legs on a pretty much daily basis.

My boyfiend has an awesome picture collection of girls with pubes and I'm going to go through his vast stash and post my favorites in upcoming galleries.Right now he has 2,100 different pictures so there will be plenty to pick and choose from.
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Triana, Albania to Pritzen, Kosovo – 14 October, 2017 – Border Crossings and Flashing a Married Man

Today the boyfiend and I enter the country of Kosovo. It's one of the newest countries, declaring its' independence from Serbia in 2008. Between the boyfiend and me this makes it 7 countries on this swing through eastern Europe – Serbia, Romania, Moldova, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Albania and now Kosovo...and 8 countries if we count the break-away region of Transnistria.

We are lucky enough to score a big and modern bus for this leg of the journey with plenty of room to stretch out so I'm going to write this entry as we ride along...and I think I'm going to have some fun with a man across the aisle from me.

For me, border crossings are always kind of stressful. I guess it's because the first few countries I decided to visit had very intimidating border officials who treated me with suspicion even though I don't look like a terrorist. Entering the United States was the worst. The guy started yelling at me. Canada was no walk in the park either. They searched my laptop. I hear that Australia is just as bad for foreigners. But the only time I didn't think that I was going to be admitted to a country was in Ireland when I had to prove to them that I had enough money to support myself during my stay. After 2 hours, though, they finally let me through and now I carry copies of bank statements to prove I can support myself.

There's hardly anybody in this bus. Just 7 other people and the boyfiend and me. He's sitting on a seat in front of me and this married couple in their 50s (I assume they are married) is sitting across from me. The wife has the window seat and she's asl_eep and her husband is checking me out.

During this eastern European trip the border crossings have been quite easy. Usually, when we exit a country a border official goes onto the bus and collects our passports and takes them to some office and stamps them and then gives them back to the bus driver to return to us. Sometimes the official never comes on the bus and the bus driver collects the passports for him. And when we enter a country it's mostly the same except that sometimes we have to unload our baggage and it's run through a scanner or maybe the official checks a few bags himself. Never any intrusive questioning like in the United States or Canada.

I get really turned on by flashing my private parts. But I'm discrete about it too. I don't just walk around totally naked. Usually it's something like not wearing panties and leaving my legs open so someone can sneak a peak under my dress. Or bending forward without a bra on so my big breasts show lots of cleavage and maybe my nipples show too. And I flash safely. I just want to have a little fun. I don't want to provoke a man into attacking me. So I do it in very public places and not out in the forest or someplace isolated like that.

So far, the only border crossing twists we've had on this trip were in Serbia, Transnistria and Albania. In Serbia I had to find a taxi driver to take me across the border into Romania because the Romanian government suspended all public transport into their country from Serbia because they said Serbia was taking more than their share of the bus fare. Transnistria is a break-away region of Moldova recognized by nobody except a few other former Soviet controlled regions and they only granted my boyfiend a 7 day stay after he proved he had bookings there. In Albania they never did stamp our passports when entering the country. We were worried at first that we couldn't get to leave without an entrance stamp until we got online and discovered that Albania hardly ever stamps passports.

I'm taking up two seats and kind of facing this married man. I'm typing up this blog and every time I look up the married man is looking at me. Our eyes meet but then he quickly looks away. He's shy. Or maybe he's worried his wife will see him looking at me. But she's asl_eep so it can't be that. So I'm thinking...what's this man going to do if I give him a look at my pussy? Not much since he's with his wife and my boyfiend is right in front of me to protect me. So I think I'll give him a show.

This is a beautiful ride today. We keep climbing and climbing and all of a sudden we turn a corner and we see super high peaks with snow on them. This is the first snow I've seen in months. The weather has been really kind to us during this trip. Just a few afternoon thunderstorms and that's about it. But now there's a little chill in the air. Especially during the mornings. Winter is coming on and I hear it will be pretty nasty around these parts in a couple of months. But we've got a flight booked out of Zagreb, Crotia, on 11 November for the United States so we should be okay.



Today I'm wearing my hippy-type long dress with no panties and a loose t-shirt without a bra. I bring me legs up to my chest and spread my knee caps and hike my dress up so my pussy is visible to the man if he's looking. And I kind of idly pull softly on my blonde pubes like I do all the time anyway. I glance up at him and he's looking at me down there and I feign shock and cover up.

Something else that's real tricky about traveling to different countries is knowing how long I can stay in them without a visa. There's this kind of confusing Schengen Area made of of 26 European countries (mostly in western Europe) and I can stay in any or all of those countries for 90 days in a 180 day period and passports aren't stamped when I transit within those countries. But if I overstay then maybe I don't get to come back for 5 years as punishment. Then there's this thing going on between Ireland and the U.K. which is kind of the same except I haven't figured it out yet. But all of the eastern European countries on this trip allow me to stay in each country for 90 days which is kind of nice and simple.

Again, I start to open my legs in front of the married man. I pretend that I don't know that he's looking. But I'm talking to my boyfiend and I tell him to look at the man and my boyfiend tells me the man is gawking at my fully exposed pussy and so I put two fingers inside me and masturbate myself. I do this for like 5 minutes. There's nobody in the back of the bus except the boyfiend, me and the man and his wife, who is still asl_eep. This is the most daring I've been in a long time but I don't care. Except that we're coming to the Albanian/Kosovo border so I better straighten myself and cover up. I pretend not to notice the man.

Our bus stops at the border crossing and we all dig out our passports. The bus driver collects them and walks them over to an office so they can be stamped. For some reason we didn't have to deal with both the Albanian officials and Kosovo ones. I guess they work as one at this stop and our baggage isn't checked either. Then a Kosovo border man comes onto our bus and returns our passports one at a time and he asks each of us a few questions like “are you touring?” and “what's your next stop?” But he's real cool about it and he's smiling and as he exits the bus he says to everybody in Albanian and then in English, “Welcome to Kosovo and it's great to have you here and enjoy your trip.” How refreshing! Just because an official has to ask some questions doesn't mean he has to be mean or intimidating. This official gets it. I love Kosovo already.

Now we have just 50 kilometers to go until we get to our destination of Pritzen. The man's wife woke up for the border crossing but now she's nodded off again. This time I forego all pretense and pull up my dress all the way until it's around my waist and I finger-fuck myself and rub my clit and then I look up at the man and we lock eyes and it's like I'm saying to him, “Go ahead and just stare at me.” So that's exactly what he does and I'm looking at his crotch while I'm bating and he starts to rub his cock through his pants and he's looking at me like a wild ani_mal. Right when we are about to pull into the Pritzen bus station I lift up my shirt to give him a good look at my C-cup breasts and I let myself have an awesome orgasm. Then I collect myself to look proper. The married man and his wife get off the bus first and while she's collecting the luggage he looks up at me and gives me a big thumbs-up and a smile. Now I hope he has something good to wank about when he gets home.


Gjirokaster, Albania – 12 October, 2017 – Old Town and Peeing in My Boyfiend's Mouth

Gjirokaster's “old town” is a UNESCO World Heritage Site and is an example of a well-preserved Ottoman town with an amazing castle up on the hill. The boyfiend and I stayed at a wonderful guest house in “old town”. But we didn't really come for the history. Instead, we came to explore the different regions of Albania. We're just a few miles from Greece and this will be the southern limit of our current adventure.

Truth be told, history kind of bores me. I read somewhere that many people think ancient history starts about the year before they were born. That's not exactly true for me. I was born in 1991. I find stuff from maybe 1940 and onward interesting. But go back any further and my eyes glaze over.

So we didn't come for the history and we try to stay out of the touristy places too. Even though Gjirokaster is a UNESCO site we didn't think many people would come here because it takes a lot of effort. This is no airport. The bus system in Albania is a total joke. And nobody outside of Albania would ever, in their right mind, want to rent out a car and brave the crazy Albanian drivers.

But to our surprise there were quite a few tourists roaming the streets of old town. They came in tour buses and they cased the streets in packs. I hope I'm not being racist but the Chinese tourists are the worst...shouting and shoving with cameras in hand. It's like a porn gang-bang scene but not as fun.

The good thing though is all the tourists congregated in old town's historic centre and many of the other cobble-stone streets had nobody walking them except the locals and the many stray dogs and cats. And I must say there still is lots of authenticity to old town. Little grocery stores and bars and cafes hidden away. People still live in the old houses and a peak inside shows that while they look delapidated on the outside they are quite homey and even modern on the inside.



Like I say, I'm not really into history. But I do enjoy just kind of kicking back and imagining what things were like for every-day people some 500 years ago. I find that the best time to do that is in the early morning. I like to go outside and sit on a rock or bench somewhere and soak up the vibes. By afternoon the tourists are out and in the evening the party ani_mals take over.

One thing I can't wrap my head around is how people – especially the older folks – could ever walk up and down old town's steep roads. Gjirokaster's modern city centre is down at the bottom of the hill and each walk up to our guest house was quite an exercise and I like to think I'm in decent shape. Maybe they used donkeys to cart themselves around.

So, after getting my fill of old town I found myself spending most of my time in the regular part of Gjirokaster and out in the valley countryside. During this eastern European trip it amazes me how these towns come alive at night. This town only has a population of 25,000 but it's buzzing at night. It's really exciting. My boyfiend tells me it's never like this in the United States (that's where he's from) unless you're talking about Vegas or New York. But here – and in all the little towns of eastern Europe - the night scene is where it's at (and there are lounge lizards here too).

Like I say, I spent much of my time during our 5 days here roaming the valley countryside. It's so beautiful. Little streams and pomegranite trees, persimmon trees, fig trees, gr_ape vines, quinces and even some orange trees. All growing wild and free for the picking.



Just today I was sitting by a shady stream reading a book about Mother Teresa's early life (she was Albanian) and around the bend comes a man and his dog herding sheep, goats and turkeys. I had no idea that turkeys get herded. We talked for two hours although he spoke no English. We just kind of used hand motions. He cooked us some roasted corn on a grill that he had hidden away in the bushes and it was so cute to watch his dog run away with an ear of corn like it was a stick in his mouth.

Our time at the guest house was amazing. It truly is a guesthouse. The couple living there are now renting the upper room out but they still live on the first floor. What can I say about the breakfast! It never stopped. They kept bringing us sweets and yogurt and cheeses and fruits and even hot dogs for breakfast. We begged them that we were full but they didn't understand English or us rubbing our tummies and they brought us more. The boyfiend and me couldn't eat everything and we had to sneak all the extra helpings into our packs so we wouldn't offend them by turning it away. Of course that made them bring us more food...and homemade pizza too. All for 10 Euro a night.

So this guesthouse was awesome except for that the toilet was on the bottom floor. No big deal usually except that last night I was on xHamster looking at porn and chatting and I had to pee. Except that the boyfiend was down between my legs taking care of me and I didn't want to get up to go downstairs.

The boyfiend is really good at fingering me and eating pussy (why do you think I want to marry him lol) and he gave me this amazing orgasm. I kept cumming and cumming and then the whole thing made me start to pee and it went right in the boyfiend's mouth. Then he pulled away and I just kept on peeing for maybe 45 seconds all over the wooden floor.

My boyfiend was a bit upset. Not so much for me peeing in his mouth. But just the surprise of it all. And also that I soaked the floor. So he rushed down to the community kitchen and gathered up a few rags and sponges and we managed to clean up my mess.

So now we're off to Kosovo. Crossing a country's border is always an adventure. I've been to 35 countries and #36 is tomorrow. My goal is to visit all the countries in the world. Of course some countries that are off limits. Like North Korea and Syria and Somolia. At least for now. But I'll get there sooner or later.


Gjirokaster, Albania – 10 October, 2017 – Albanians and Getting All Tied Up

The boyfiend and I arrived in Gjirokaster on 7 October and we'll be staying here through 11 October. This is an ancient city and we're staying in the historic city centre, which is an UNESCO World Heritage Site. I'll write more on this city and its' astounding surroundings in another blog. But this blog is about my impressions of Albania...the most edgy and un-European country I've visited on this eastern European trip.

Albania takes just a little getting used to. It's definitely not a first-world country. But not third-world either. Something in between and all its' own. Albania is seeking to join the European Union. But from the looks of it that is a long way off. There isn't the war history like Serbia has to hold this country back. Or the alleged corruption that Bulgaria had to overcome. It's just that I can't see Albania functioning as part of a larger union. It's just too chaotic and an economic uplifting doesn't seem to be a priority here.

Albania is not a striving country like Romania or a country stuck in the mud like Moldova. Instead, it does seem that the Albanian people are quite content and happy and that counts for a lot. Out from under the yoke of communism for some 25 years now, many Albanians pretty much march to to the beat of their own drummer and that itself is very liberating.

It seems like half the men here spend all day drinking coffee and playing board games. That's when they aren't spitting, smoking or affectionately kissing (not in a gay way) or jabbing their fingers onto one-another.

The women here are more refined than the men are. But isn't that the case everywhere? The young women seem pretty determined to leave this poor country for something different. They dress more European and conduct themselves with a modicum of decorum. And the teenage girls are a joy to watch as they giggle and walk down the streets hand-in-hand. But most of them aren't going anywhere and sooner or later they'll settle down to a contented home life.

This has been my favorite country on this trip. First off, the scenery is absolutely stunning with the tall mountains and valleys. Most Albanians are so incredibly friendly with everybody and with the boyfiend and me. Albanians have their guard down more than in any other place I've been to. Also, Muslims and Christians seem to co-exist here better than in any other place I've experienced.

I've heard so much about the “Albanian Mafia” and how dangerous it is here. Maybe there's something going on with that I'm not aware of. But to a normal person like me, Albania is more than safe. I have no qualms walking around alone late at night. And there's hardly any street crime like in parts of western Europe and America. No need to worry about being robbed or shot at any time of the day or night. The worse I've come across are cafes that try to charge me half a euro more for an expresso. And if they need the money that bad then they can have it (the same doesn't go for the dishonest taxi drivers though).

That's not to say that the men don't lure at the girls and lurk around sometimes and that can get a bit scary. And guys do tend to be a little condescending of women in the sense that it's thought that a girl like me can't make her way out here alone. Well, I did. But I guess that whole thing (not just in Albania but in all of eastern Europe) kind of wore on me because that's one of the reasons I finally hitched up with a man who is turning out to be my future husband.

But the ironic thing is that my boyfiend is really no different than these other guys – he's a sex hound of the highest degree but curiously not that way with me until recently. He can go out and get all the other pussy he wants and needs. But when he comes back to me we cuddle. During our first 2 weeks we slept together in the same bed but he never once made a move to fuck me. The closest he came was cumming on my bum when I was dozing off.

But yesterday things started going in another direction. For the first time he tied me up and did horrible things to me like he does to the other girls. I tried to get away and I ordered him to stop but that just made him do more horrible things to me. I probably shouldn't write this because the boyfiend reads this blog. But it really turned me on something incredible and I never thought I'd enjoy that type of sex with a man. But I do! But probably with only him.

So, back to Albania. Cheers to the Albanians...If you Albanians want to go about the day carefree, smoke your cigarettes every waking minute and blow your smoke in my face, spit on the sidewalk, blast your horn for no good reason and throw your garbage all over your beautiful countryside, then go right on ahead. It's your country and just for living through communism you deserve to do whatever you please.


Vlore, Albania. - 5 October, 2017 – Resort Town (Not) and Nude Beaches

Vlore is the third largest city in Albania. The Bay of Vlore is its' calling card and there's a daily ferry connection with Italy that sails across the Adriatic Sea. Vlore is really the tale of two cities: there's the gritty and real center of the city and then there's the wanna-be resort part along the Bay of Vlore.

The boyfiend and me usually try to stay in economical but nice hotels near the city centre. For me, it is good for people watching, which is one of my favorite past-times. For the boyfiend it affords him the best opportunity to look for other girls to have sex with. Or, as he calls it, to “hunt for cunt” (what can I say except that he's a man).

The guy manning the reception desk at our hotel tried to talk us into taking a tour with him of the surrounding attractions in and near Vlore. He proposed to taxi us around for 30 Euro and he told us to look on his computer screen to see pictures of where we would go. But in addition to the pictures of the sites, on his screen there were pictures of naked men having sex with other men. So, that was kind of unsettling and the boyfiend later said to me in our room that there's no way we're going anywhere with that guy even though the boyfiend is bisexual. I had to agree with him on that one.

So the boyfiend went his way (he scored a blowjob outside a bar with a local girl) and I went my way and watched a bus driver push a rider to the ground for cheating him out of 200 Albanian Lek (about 2 Euro). For both of us, then, it was a good first night.

On the second day we went off to explore the coastline. We were expecting to find hoards of tourists sunning themselves. But it was really strange that instead we saw a practically vacant beach and so many tourist-type restaraunts along the beach that were either closed or practically empty. Also, there were lots and lots of newly built apartments and condos up for rent and sale. And on top of all that, there was much construction going on of new tennis, basketball and handball courts with the most modern lighting.



It's like there's this approach of “we will build it and you will come.” Later we learned some outfit from Oslo, Norway, is behind all of this. But I wouldn't hold my breath for them because the coastline isn't breathtaking and there's no way for out-of-country tourists to get here except for the ferry and the ridiculous bus system unless they are crazy enough to rent a car and brave the dangerous Albanian drivers.

And I was sorry that we didn't come across the nude beach that I've been searching for on this eastern European trip – the kind of beach where anybody can fuck or masturbate out in the open. I've heard that there are those kind of beaches but I guess I'm on the wrong side of the continent. Unlike with some people, nudity has always been very sexual with me. Maybe that's because my parents were nudists and they combined that with having sex right in front of me when I was growing up. Now I don't want to get gang-banged on the beach. But I wouldn't mind guys wanking off while my boyfiend fucks me in front of them.


Korce, Albania to Vlore, Albania – 3 October, 2017 – Colonel Gaddafi Takes Us For a Ride

This was a travel day and it's days like these that are the reason why the boyfiend and me need to start out at the break of dawn so we can arrive at our destination in reasonable time.

Not knowing when our bus (mini-van) will leave for Vlore, Albania, (there are no schedules), we arrive at the “bus station” at 6:00 in the morning. It wasn't too long before our ride rolls in but we learn that it won't be until 9:00 before it departs for Vlore. So, we spend 3 hours drinking expressos and watching street vendors hawking bananas, used shoes and caged chickens.

Finally, we depart and our mini-van conquers one amazing mountain vista after another until we stop for a toilet and smoke break at some cafe/bar out in the middle of nowhere. Now I'm no smoker and neither is my boyfiend and that makes us just about the only 2 souls in Albania who don't smoke. After 3 months in eastern Europe it's getting to the point where I'm starting to think a cigarette is a natural appendage attached to every human around here.

After the break our driver – I swear he looks just like Colonel Muammar Gaddafi so I'll call him Colonel Gaddafi – blasts his horn to herd us back into the van. Then Colonel Gaddafi turns the key but the engine won't start. It's the battery and it takes over an hour to coax another driver to hook up the cables to give us a jump start. But eventually we do find somebody and we're off.

Shortly after that we're hailed over by the Albanian police. Curiously, the police in this country can pull over motorists for no reason at all except to check for proper paperwork such as a driver's license. I've seen this countless times and it's kind of unsettling for some of us “westerners” who are accustomed to police checking us out only if they have some reason to think we're breaking the law.

So, Colonel Gaddafi pulls over to the side of the road and gets out of the van (this time not stopping the engine) and walks over to the two police officers who are standing next to their Mercedes Benz (don't ask me why they came in a Mercedes but I'm not surprised since almost everybody seems to drive a Mercedes in Albania even though most of the cars aren't worth any more than the worn out tires that they ride on).

I look out the window and Colonel Gaddafi is in a very animated conversation with the police that goes on and on. The police are on the phone and Gaddafi is on his phone and something is clearly wrong. I'm expecting to see some money changing hands in the form of a bribe but I didn't see that. Instead, after 45 minutes the police hand our intrepit driver a ticket and he stomps back to our van and we're off again.

Now Colonel Gaddafi is quietly fuming until 3 babushkas sitting behind him in our van begin to egg him on with questions. Our driver falls for the bait and he spends the remaining two hours of our drive ranting and raving in Albanian to the babushkas and everybody else about how he got shafted by the police (I assume that's what he was carrying on about because I heard the words “polici” and “fuck” several times).



Mercifully, after several hours our ride pulls into Vlore and Colonel Gaddafi motions everybody out even though we're only on some non-descipt road and not at some bus station. This is unsettling because the boyfiend and me don't have GPS and now there's no point of reference to figure out how to get to our hotel.

But we file out and hitch our large packs on our backs and we're cornered by several cabbies who are acting like hyenas smelling red meat. They get in our face and scream, “Taxi? Taxi ! Where you going?” It's all a rip-off with these drivers. After several bad experiences the boyfiend and me would rather walk around aimlessly than pay them. So we head out on foot and finally at 20:00, and after 4 hours of roaming around, we stumble upon our hotel. Now that's why we need to start out our travel day early.


Korce, Albania. 3 - October, 2017 – Small Town Albania

Let's see. What can I say about Korce, Albania? It's certainly smaller than the capital city. There's the old bizarre part of town, the green market, the pedestrian walkway, the somewhat run down park where the old men play chess and other board games. Korce is pretty much like all the other small towns in eastern Europe. It's a good place to hang out for a day but then it's time to move on.

We have a room on the second floor with a private balcony. I spent most of the afternoon up there looking down on everybody and masturbating myself with my hand under my dress. The girls are pretty out here. They aren't drop dead hot like in Serbia. But let's just say they are quite cute.

When I wasn't masturbating or looking at porn or sucking off my boyfiend I went down below for some coffee and something to eat. The coffee here really doesn't work for me. It tastes good but it comes in a cup about the size of a toothpaste cap. And the food is a bit too rich for my taste. You want pizza? You can find it at 7:00 each morning. And they put fries inside the gyros. I always tell them to leave out the fries but my English isn't often understood.

Today we head for Vlore, Albania. That's if we can find a bus going there. There really is no public transportation “system” in Albania. No trains that I know of. Just a bunch of minivans or “furgons” that line up in a parking lot with a sign on the windshield saying where they are going. And these vehicles don't leave until they are full. So the boyfiend and me will get to the “bus station” early and hope that we can get to our destination at a reasonable hour. So it's time to take that shower and wash the cum out of me and head on out.


Triana, Albania. - 1 October, 2017 – Chaos in the Capital, the Marriage Proposal and Having Sex With a Muslim Girl

Tomorrow we leave Triana after a 6 day stay. It's the capital city of Albania. From our hotel room up on top of the city it looks lovely and is surrounded by tall mountains. But down in the trenches it's incredibly chaotic.

I spent many hours sitting at a cafe on a busy street corner and looking at all the traffic. Cars darting all around each other, pedestrians trusting that drivers would stop and let them cross the street, stray dogs and cats scampering across and those blaring horns. And all in the middle of it is a police officer directing traffic with his whistle and hand motions. That is, except for the 15 minute breaks he takes while the traffic continues on without his assistance. The amazing thing is that I never once saw a single accident!

The man I'm traveling with proposed marriage to me in Triana. That's pretty much why we stayed here 6 days as I had to wrap the proposal around in my head since I've only known him for about 2 weeks. There's an incredible park across from our hotel. It's very large and clean and natural and I spent much time wrestling with the proposal. I've decided, just last night, to accept marriage although he is still just my boyfiend until we get knotted together later this year.

During our stay my boyfiend brought a Muslim girl to our hotel room to share with me. She wore a
hijab which was kind of a joke because she isn't very religious. She wore it because it turns on my boyfiend. It's the first time I ever had sex with another woman in front of a man, the first time I watched a man have sex with another girl and the first time anybody watched me get fucked. It was kind of fun but she she was a little unhinged. I mean I'm wacky but this girl is a wacko. Hotel security kicked her out for screaming too loud.