Sex i Grad XI
Belgrade | 22 July 2009 | by Ona Mona
Ona Mona
Going to almost any club in the city, my girls and I could not get away from the ‘Danglies’ as we called them, and so we opted for another town at the weekend which would provide adequate distraction. Because anything else would do, we thought we would head up to Novi Sad, forgetting of course that that city had also been over-run by visitors. I’m sure the Petrovaradin Castle’s designer never had that kind of invasion in mind.
Having sent off my younger sibling, led by a party-hungry-posse into the castle walls, I found myself wandering the quaint streets wondering if things here were any better. Notorious for being more ‘opusteno’ and relaxed, living a slower lifestyle, I imagined that maybe the men were more laid back than in the big city down river, and that possibly relationships had a better chance at surviving here?
Strutting down the famous and narrow party street, Laze Teleckog, Saturday night became over-crowded with party people causing mayhem in the cute little bars. We walked it back and forth like a tight rope waiting to fall into the right seats with the best view of all the worthwhile handsome men, who, like sailors fresh off the boat, were also cruising the alley.
After a few mojitos and no bites, my girlfriend and I decided to head out. And at the last minute, as often happens, as soon as the men realise you are giving up and about to go home, they get the courage to at least offer you a drink or a friendly stroll. Two very handsome, 20-something, playful guys solicited us for a drink. After a lot of fake protesting – just to see how much they really fancied us - we finally agreed and sat down.
Being something of a provocateur, I didn’t waste time. I asked them directly about their sex life. Shocked and slightly red, though obviously teased and thus pleased, they decided to open up to me. Midnight soon became the witching hour of 3 as I heard all the lurid details. Spurred on by me, they desperately wanted to know what it was, that made us sit down.
Not wanting to reveal my true purpose, I diverted them. One of the most attractive qualities a man has, and cannot control, I told them, is his pheromones or natural scent, if it’s bitterish you don’t even want a peck good night, but we both agreed that if he smelled sweet and warm, like fresh bread, it took mere seconds to decide if we really wanted to devour him.
They sighed deeply. Feigning hunger, we asked them to escort us to the nearest bakery.
2009-07-23 03:28:05