DISCLAIMER: All names have been changed. Some locations have been changed as well. This is to protect those who would like to remain anonymous. Some of the tales here will be difficult to accept as reality. I have contemplated the implications of what transpired and I am of firm conviction and belief the events are truthful to the best of my memory.
All applications are of MX419 UF2
Enjoy my tale of Ultimate Debauchery: Mones may not have played as big a part in it as I suspect, but in any orgy of the flesh where caution is thrown to the wind and indulgences embraced every interaction is foreshadowed by the auspicious glow of sexual depravity.
Sunday 10/30/11 Sofia Bulgaria @ Sheraton Hotel Balkan 22:00
My Bulgarian Girlfriend didn’t want me to go to Transylvania for Halloween. I spent the entire day with her on Saturday recovering from a local Halloween party on Friday where large amounts of Jameson were consumed. I felt awful Saturday, but thank the God of all things Pink Squishy and Bulgarian for A. She nurtured me and took care of me. Life was good but my plans were set. I was leaving for the unknown to a party I wasn’t even sure I would get into or if there even was one. Spontaneity is what the daring, the dashing, the bad boy does. Unannounced he traverses the great unknown, blazing his own path. I would blaze a path to the remote areas of Transylvania. Halloween in Transylvania at Dracula’s Castle or a night of sex, more sex and even more sex with one of Sofia Bulgaria’s most coveted secrets? Considering I had been in Bulgaria for two weeks at this point and had about as much sex as Charlie Sheen I was still choosing Transylvania. It was the chance of a lifetime and even though I heard all the horror stories of getting there I knew I had to go.
On Sunday we went down to the Sheraton’s Sunday Brunch together and I’ll admit I was proud to have her on my arm. If you understand Bulgaria you understand that for one, the women are some of the most beautiful women in the world. Its a little known fact that 87% of the worlds females models come out of Bulgaria. Unfortunately this also means there are a large number of women who get caught in the sexual slavery trade. Sad but true. Where as this former communist block country is influenced by Asia, the Mediterranean, middle east and a hodge podge of bloods that created some of the worlds most beautiful features. Perhaps whats noticeable is the incredible fashion sense and thus impeccable style consciousness that will take your breath away on every corner. While Vikosha Blvd is lined with shop after shop with names like Benetton, Versace, Gucci, Dolce and Gabbana and every major designer to hit the scene in the past 20 years. After all its only been 20 years since the iron curtain has fallen.
You might ponder how a city where the inhabitants make a mere 484 BGN per month ($345/month USD) can afford the be such fashion aficionado’s and you’d be right to do so. However where as the West might consider Bulgaria poor by our monetary standards they are quite clearly the leader in cultural and social wealth. Sofia, the oldest city in all of Europe, is chock full of stores that cater to the local women at the right prices. If you know where to shop, usually in little stores below street level or areas where tourists dare not to travel. These women might not want you to believe it, but they are fashionable to be seen and oh how they dress to be seen.
On any day outside my hotel I could sit outside, after all I was in the city center, and watch one absolute beauty followed right behind by another. One after one they would parade like the charm of the cobblestones was their personal catwalk. With an absolute certainty I was captivated by those knee-high boots on either skin tight jeans or black leggings clinging to the formation of an absolute perfect body. These girls ate yogurt or salad. What they sacrificed in eating they made up in the abundance of smiles and men who ogled their beauty. Some wore either a blouse that just barely covered the symmetrical beauty of their butts leaving to the male imagination the joys of how wondrous their bodies were. Others left nothing to the imagination and their blouses were high enough to cause a gasp as I would swallow hard and my eyes would tear up as I realized I had indeed died and gone to heaven.
Sunday brunch was filled with hotel guests and some well-off locals strutting their stuff. My A wore shiny black leather skin tight pants, knee high boots and this little black blouse that covered her backside and had these little slits in the arms. She looked hot! I think it kept surprising me how well known she is. Seemed like everywhere we went people knew her. I’m always happy to meet people, but this girl was popular 
. Brunch was spectacular and afterwards we retired back to my room for some special Bulgarian dessert. Another thing about Bulgarian women is they are very liberated sexually. While she was possessive of my time, she was also very sexual and loved it just about as much as I did. I never met a woman as horny as I am. My A kept it going right up until I had to leave and did everything she could to keep me there with her. I had to go though so after a shower I finally got her and her pouty puppy dog look to comprehend regardless of how good and wild the sex was I was really going to leave her for Transylvania.
I had been saving my little bottle of MX419 for a special occasion based on some of the reports I had read. While in the same instance I wanted to ensure I knew how to use it correctly. I decided a 7 and a half hour bus ride to Bucharest would be the perfect time to test it. My bus was leaving from the central bus station at 11:30 and I had to catch a taxi there. The bus station/train station are right next to each other and whenever I traveled somewhere I did a little research to discover any scams I needed to be aware of. One of the well-publicized scams involved some of the seedier locals hanging around out front of the station getting unsuspecting travelers to use a car service rather than a bus by telling them the bus is canceled. I expected it and so when the taxi driver dropped me off he basically screwed himself. My fare was 9 BGN so I asked for 5 BGN back from a 20 I was going to give him. Like every cab driver in Sofia does not have exact change and he could only produce 4 BGN. Knowing he was going to try some BS I produced a 10 BGN and gave that to him instead. All of a sudden he found that extra one, but his stupidity was also his loss. Then his buddies at the station told me the station was closed and I needed a cab ride. I already knew this guy dropped me off next door at the train station (you can see an old train in the window) but the bus station was a mere 100 meters. So when I politely declined one guy got a little aggressive. I am not scared of much and so I took my jacket off and put my bag down and squared up to him. He backed down quickly and vanished into the shadows.
I sprayed two shots of MX419 to my neck. It was the only exposed skin as it was cold.
Finally got on my bus and at 22:30 we were off. It should have taken about 5 hours but the speed limit is only 80 km/h so it was slow going. Even though both Bulgaria and Romania are in the EU and their borders are supposed to represent the Schengen zone the border crossing was chaotic and a long wait. Now most bus rides, especially long ones, are pretty disturbing on who actually rides the bus. It typically isn’t my idea of what I could call a nice trip. I was quite surprised by the passengers on this trip. About 50% beautiful Bulgarian girls and apparently assigned seats too. I happened to be next to a younger girl who was very friendly and spoke pretty good English. Although by this time my Bulgarian was getting much better. We talked for quite a bit and she gave me the lowdown on Romania and what to expect. For the most part she was correct, except no one spoke English at all.
I am pretty certain I could have closed her very easily as there was a lot of touching going on, but I wasn’t 100% of her age. There was just something about it and I didn’t want to take a chance. I let it go and after a long, long bus ride with the two of us getting real comfortable and sleeping on each other, broken by customs officials asking for passports and ID’s, things were pretty good. She disembarked at the border crossing and left me alone. It was almost as if every hot girl on the bus got off and there was some law about hot girls crossing over to Romania! Here’s a picture in the morning from the bus just after crossing the Danube River into Romania. At this stage we only had about an hour to Bucharest. I was sleep deprived, but anxious about getting to my final destination.
OK so I couldn’t find the picture, but google it .
The bus finally approached Bucharest, but stops on a hill outside the city about 1KM so they won’t have to pay taxes. Surprisingly enough Bucharest does not have a bus station and with only one bus a day leaving for Sofia it was going to make the return that much more difficult. I walked down the hill and realized European woman have a love affair with skin tight pants and knee high boots. Bucharest women were damn fine looking too. Where as Sofia every single girl was hot, about ⅔ of the women of Bucharest were too. I liked the odds. I saw the big M, for Metro, and knew I had another 4 hour train ride ahead of me. When I got down I knew right away this was the wrong train station but perhaps I could get there. I found a ticket counter and the language barriers were immense. As best she could she showed me where I was on the train map and where I needed to get to. I bought a Metro pass and headed downstairs.
Well to my dismay I realized I needed to get on a Metro train, with a bag, at rush hour traffic. Think a NYC PATH train at 8 am. They were packed in there like sardines. Now mind you these women looked good in their business clothes, but out of courtesy I wasn’t going to take up more room than needed with my bag when they were trying to get to work and I was going to party. I went back upstairs and caught a cab. It was only like 10 Lei, which is like $3 USD to the Gara De Nord (Main Train Station). I had about a two hour wait before the train so I did some exploring. I never reapplied any mones but I was absolutely certain I was getting some solid hits from some ladies. In the Metro station, one girl sat down next to me and then missed her train. She kept making eye contact with me and I finally said hi. She started talking a mile a minute in Romanian and I had to stop her. I had no idea what she was saying nor did she me. She smiled, kissed her finger tips and then put them to my lips before she got up and got on the train. She was pretty darn cute, but nothing like my A. All the same I take that as a solid hit and after 8 hours.
At the Gara De Nord I found a McDonalds where I could sit and have a cup of coffee. My other option was a bar! I did notice some travelers that kept sitting next to me. They all happened to be women, which I thought an interesting coincidence. When my time to get on the train had arrived I was a bit disappointed that I was all alone in my car. It was pretty darn uncomfortable really. It was an old Soviet era train with steal barriers between each seat that made stretching out impossible. I did catch some sleep as it was a four hour journey. Here’s a picture of the train in the Bucharest station.
