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Naughty Day Trip to Meet the Beast From the North East!

Saturday, June 7th, 2008

I was doing what all good students do best at RGU, I was chatting to girl I met on an online chartroom via msn messenger. It was a tough life being a business studies student; I suppose you could call it personal development studies! She claimed that she never had a digital camera to put her picture online, so I had to rely on her own analysis of her good looks. She said she was good-looking 35, blondish/reddish hair, blue eyes, and voluptuous. She didn’t sound too bad, or so I thought.

I had a day off at the end of the week, so she invited me to her place for a afternoon of fun and frolics. We spoke on the phone the day before to make sure we were both real and that she wasn’t some wackjob pretending to be a girl! She had a very sweet and sexy sounding voice, so I was looking forward to meeting her.

She gave me directions, which seemed straightforward enough; it would take an estimated 75 minutes to drive there. I just hoped my 10-year-old clapped out Fiesta could make it. She was a country girl who lived on a farm. I followed her directions diligently, I just had to follow the A90 and turn off when I seen a certain sign past a few miles past a certain city!

I eventually found where I was looking for; it was a typical farm road, pure hardened mud. I drove for about 2 miles; I drove past a couple of small farmhouses, until I eventually came to the end of the road, where there was a big farm with outbuildings.

I stopped the car to call her to confirm which house was hers, at this point I was starting to get a little bit nervous, I had visions of that movie Deliverance starring  Jon Voigt coming into my mind. There was a couple of wild pit bull like dogs roaming around, and I swear I could here a banjo playing in the background.

If I had any sense, I should just driven straight home, but my hormones were going crazy, I had the prospect of an afternoon of naughty sex awaiting me. Eventually I found her house; the excitement was starting to build.

She opened the door; I should have made my excuses and ran away. She was nothing like her description, if I had called her ugly, I would have been  kind to her, she was more than voluptuous, she was a big as the cows I had passed in the fields. I couldn’t understand how someone with such a sweet and sexy voice could  look so monstrous.

I thought maybe she might look better naked, but she looked just as bad. She never had any good features, I thought her breasts may have been impressive, but they were just flabby and her skin was in bad condition from the crap diet that she was obviously living off.

I did what I had to do; I eventually figured out her best feature and that didn’t involve having to look at her face! She didn’t quite look so bad on her hands and knees from behind. 30 minutes later I made my excuses and headed back to a fictitious lecture, which I had to attend. The beast from the North East asked my when  she would  see me again. I said, “Don’t call me, I will call you when I’m free”. I changed my phone number a few days later!

Submitted by a Former RGU student

If you enjoyed this article why not read some more !  West Highland Way Fling, The Summer of 2002!  and  Naughty Thoughts on the Slow Bus to Cairo, She Seemed So Crazy!

 

 

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Naughty Thoughts on the Slow Bus to Cairo, She Seemed So Crazy!

Saturday, May 31st, 2008

I had a spare week to fill in, before I headed back to the UK; I had just spent the summer on a Kibbutz, somewhere in the Jordan Valley in Israel. Which had been great fun, apart from the minor inconvenience of having to do a little bit of work 6 days a week.

The fun was now over and it was time to go and visit one of the wonders of the world, the Sphinx and the pyramids of Giza. I made my way to Tel Aviv and bought my Egyptian Visa and bus ticket for the 15-hour journey from hell to Cairo.

I got to the bus station in plenty of time, and couldn’t help but notice a tall, slim and very sexy looking girl that turned out to be a Russian, in the queue in front of me. She just had a way about her that I found totally irresistible. A young sleazy looking English guy tried his best to get a little bit too friendly with her, and was loudly told to, “fuck off, you creep”. I liked her even more, she sure wasn’t easy.

I managed to get myself a seat with a nice view of her, in the opposite row, and occasionally we would glance at each other, but nothing was said. The bus stopped somewhere at the Red Sea for a refreshment break. It was pitch dark and the heat was unbearable, so I did what any traveller with any sense does; I made my way to the bar and had a couple of pints of cold lager.

Soon after the bus departed again for Cairo, I fell into a deep sleep, and was then woken up by the Russian girl shouting out like crazy in her native language, I looked over and she was having a dream, I wondered what she was dreaming about, I thought about asking, but remembered the English guys knock back at the station, I thought it would probably be best if I said nothing.

The bus from hell eventually arrived at our stop off point at the Sheraton hotel in Cairo. I was hanging around outside the bus, confusing myself with a map of Cairo, when out of the blue a German couple, came over and asked me where I was staying and I said the name of the flea pit hotel and they then pointed at the Russian girl and said Lina is going there, do I mind travelling there with her.

I stayed calm and a cool, “sure she can”, we introduced ourselves and got on with the small talk that travellers love to talk about, where we had been, where we were going etc. We got to the hotel and she asked if I wouldn’t mind sharing and splitting the cost of a room for the next two nights until her flight day, “yes, I would love to share”.

It was around 11 am buy the time we got to the hotel; unfortunately there were twin beds in the room, and it was a shared shower. We dumped our rucksacks and she showed me some of the sights of Cairo, she took me to The British Museum and the Grand Bazaar and down to a nice spot on the Nile.

Eventually, after taking our lives in our own hands, we somehow managed to navigate our way across Tahir Square, and back to the hotel. As soon as we got back to the room, Lina said she was going for a shower, 15 minutes later a radiant and sweet smelling Lina came back and told me, “that I must go for a shower now”, I thought It would be rude to ignore the girls request, I thought I better show some class, and took my time, having my shower. I got back to the room and I was delighted to see the Russian beauty lying naked on the bed.

All I can say is that my first experience of a Russian girl, is one that I will never forget, it was maybe the time of the cold war, but there was nothing cold about this sweet Russian girl, she was as hot as hell. I can’t really remember too much about the beauty of the Sphinx, the pyramids or the desert, but I can clearly remember every smooth and sweet curve of Lina’s sweet, beautiful, sexy body.

Submitted by, Name witheld for personal reasons!

For those of you that are looking to improve your mental and physical well being, you should read this article I found at the 2 million dollar bills blog Healthy Body, Healthy Mind, Will Help You to Become Successful.

 

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West Highland Way Fling, The Summer of 2002!

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

It was the summer of 2002 and I had just finished my final year of studies at Edinburgh University. I had decided I would indulge in that favourite student past time of a Gap year. I was in no hurry to join the real world and seek full time employment. So I had a whole year to do whatever the hell I wanted and that would involve lots of travel, beer and girls, well that was the plan! My friend Stu came up with this great idea to embark on the well-known walk called the West Highland Way, which is a 95 mile walk between Milngavie to Fort William, what sold the idea to us was the prospect of all those good pubs along the route and the prospect of meeting some interesting girls!

We had completed an arduous training program for our assault on the West Highland Way, which meant lots of serious drinking sessions and numerous failed attempts to chat up the local girls, we also tried to fit in at least one walk a week up to the top of Arthur’s Seat.

To cut a long story short the best part of my adventure begun on the 2nd day of the walk, we had reached a place called Balmaha campsite, which was a truly amazing location on the banks of Loch Lomond. It there that we met a couple of German girls called Ada and Helga.

We done our duty and went over and introduced ourselves to our fellow German walkers, we arranged to meet them later that evening for a few dinks in the oak tree inn which was the nearest pub, which was about 30 minutes walk away. We arrived nice and early to prepare ourselves for the prospect of getting closer to our new friends. I had my eye on Ada, she was blonde, slim, and good looking, Helga on the other hand was more like a those German shot putters that you see on the Olympics.

The German girls eventually arrived and as the evening wore on, the worst possible thing happened, I could see an attraction developing between Stu and Ada. I suppose the consolation was that Helga didn’t look as bad as I first thought, when I clapped my eyes on her back at the campsite, she was more well built as opposed to fat, she had big bouncing breasts and a extremely juicy booty. I wasn’t quite sure if all the fresh air and the beer were playing tricks with my mind!

Helga said she wasn’t feeling too good and asked me if I wouldn’t mind walking her back to the campsite, she didn’t want to spoil the rest of the night for her friend. Being a true gentleman I gladly obliged her! We decided to take the scenic route back, she slid her hand on to mine as we walked, I was beginning to warm even more to this Helga.

We arrived back at the campsite and she said the fresh air had her feeling  better again; so we ended up going for a stroll along the banks of the Loch.  We were standing beside a tree with her in front of me, when she started to rub her booty, against my crotch; she asked me if I was enjoying it, “YES”, I replied.  The inevitable happened, and it was a truly wondrous site as I feasted my eyes on the naughty half naked Helga as she was bending over tree.

We spent the rest of our trip with the two German girls and needless to say my and Helga’s evening inevitable ended in the same routine.  I will always remember my West Highland Way Fling with Helga and often wonder what ever happened to the naughty Helga.

 Submitted by Steve from London.

 

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