#9 Ukranian Pole Dancer
I was strolling on Unter Den Linden on a Saturday. My last lay had been in Istanbul and with over 170 sets with nothing but two kisses, my vibe was a toxic mix of desperation, rage and horniness. She suddenly appeared wearing tight jeans and a crop top that exposed her flat belly. I opened with a strong, sexual vibe and noticed she responded well, so I moved in quite close to her. We vibed a bit on her coming from Ukraine and she mentioned she was a professional dancer when I pointed out her sexy hips. “So what kind of dance do you do - Hip Hop or Ballet?” I asked. “I’m a pole dancer”. “Oh, alright”. At that point, a part of me knew I was going to fuck her tonight. I had to: she was leaving town tomorrow in the early morning. ...