Horny Russian Women

6 Real-Life Stories About Horny Russian Women

Today it’s story time gentlemen. Lots of men on the internet have the impression that Russian women are some sort of non-stop horny sex goddesses. Honestly, I can’t even blame you guys. Russian women are omnipresent when it comes to models, porn stars and any other job where you need beautiful women.

But is this cliché really true?

You’ll have to answer this for yourself.

I will tell you 5 of the crazier stories that happened to me while living in Russia.

Perhaps that will give you an idea of how Russian girls roll…

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The First

I remember this girl vividly because she was the first ever girl that I slept with in Russia.

It all started out with me and a few friends partaking in a weekend getaway that was organized by our university.

You gotta know, the first time I arrived in Russia I was still a student. Good ol’ times.

Basically this was a student party that stretched over an entire weekend. Imagine something like a fraternity party only out of town. Fraternities don’t really exist and these kinds of student parties aren’t that much of a thing in Russia. That’s why at my uni, they had the tradition of renting an old Soviet hotel out of town twice a year to get shitfaced.

It goes without saying that this party had gained quite a bit of notoriety. The wildest stories were passed around of people fucking on the dance floor, orgies in the hotel rooms, you name it.

So guess what my first thought was?

FUCK YES I NEED TO GO THERE.

This was a few weeks into my stay in Russia and I wasn’t exactly killing it yet with the women. I convinced two buddies to join and booked a room in their hotel.

We arrived on a Friday night. The party wasn’t going too strong yet but a couple of people were already obliterated.

Good stuff I thought to myself.

Most of the students there were quite a bit younger than we were. Back then I was a final year Master’s student so about 25 years old. The Russians were all no older than 21.

Unsurprisingly, we were the stars of the show.

Apparently we were the first foreigners to crash this party (although maybe everyone’s just too drunk to remember what happened last time). That meant that we had to do shots pretty much every time we passed a room and the people overheard that we were not Russians. Talk about Russians not being friendly!

The party itself was a bit disjointed. They organized a couple of standard party games like Twister with drinking and undressing, truth or dare and riding shopping carts through the snow. Really nothing too spectacular.

That’s why the entire day until Saturday evening is a complete blur in my memory (surprised that I remember something at all). I met a few girls here and there but nothing really stuck. No orgies in sight either. Maybe they had oversold this party?

I’d probably say yes if it hadn’t been for Saturday evening.

Already drunk of our asses, we were invited to a “private party” in someone’s room.

It turned out that these people were even more drunk than we were. One of the girls there though was VERY HORNY. As soon as we sat down, she started staring me down. It didn’t take five minutes and she was sitting on my lap. She went on to whisper the most beautiful words in the Russian language in my ear:

Ya hochu trahatsja (I want to fuck)

I motioned with my head to the bathroom and said she should join me there in 5 minutes. I didn’t know whether she didn’t understand my (back then) shitty Russian or was just too drunk. But after waiting in the bathroom I found her smoking on the balcony and giving me very obvious signals with her tongue.

I knew I had to act quickly and decisively so I took her by the hand and told her we’d go for a walk.

Unfortunately though, I was not in possession of my own room keys. I was stuck with a very horny female but no place to take her to.

So I did what every capable man does. I improvised. Luckily the hotel was spread out over a few floors so finding a seemingly abandoned restroom wasn’t too hard.

Just when we starting doing the dirty deed, the restroom turned out to be not so abandoned at all. The cleaning lady was knocking furiously on the door, asking us what the hell we were doing in there (she knew the answer).

Like every capable woman, my girl came up with the classic “Sorry, I feel sick”. It was to no avail though and only moments later we were kicked out of the stall.

That’s how I lost my “Russian virginity”. To a girl that I knew for about 15 minutes. Unsurprisingly, after this weekend we never met again…

Similar to her, only with a whiskey bottle instead of a book

The Cinema Visit

I’m not that much on Tinder these days. But when I first arrived in Russia, I was swiping furiously. After all, why would you pay for Russian lessons when you could pay for a date, where you get language practice AND the chance to get laid?

This girl I met on Tinder. She was a super shy one that hadn’t had a lot of boyfriends before. I could tell that and she told me the same. She was cute enough, long brunette hair and in good shape.

I don’t remember our first date but I remember that I didn’t pursue her really after that. Shy girls were never really my type. So I was quite surprised when she wanted to see me on a Monday night. Those were the student days so why not?

I met her around her apartment and we went for a long walk. I wasn’t really making any moves on this girl because I frankly wasn’t that into her. My policy is not pursuing girls whose objectives are completely different from mine.

After about two hours of walking I was growing increasingly tired of all the nonsense talking. It was time to make a move or end the date right then and there. To my surprise, she not only reciprocated but started really going for it. Interesting I thought…

Little do you know, about half an hour after I first kissed her we were already going at it pretty heavily on a park bench. This was a girl that had had one boyfriend in her entire life (and she was the type of girl that wouldn’t lie about this). And yet, there she was with my hand up her skirt on a Monday evening…

When I realized how this evening could turn into something else, I suggested going back to her place. That was not an option because she didn’t live alone in her room. My place wasn’t an option either because it was far away from there. A cab ride would have killed the entire vibe.

We spent about half an hour wandering around the streets, trying to find a semi-private spot. Suddenly, she suggested:

“Let’s go the cinema. It’s Monday evening, no one will be there.”

On HER initiative we went to “see” the latest Hitman movie. Around midnight the cinema was completely empty and we were the only people there. It goes without saying that I don’t remember anything about the movie. We left about half-way through.

We briefly met one more time a few months down the road but she wasn’t interested anymore. It was just one of these random nights when the stars aligned apparently…

The Tinder Booty Call

Yet another Tinder story.

One lonely evening, I was spending quality time with my phone and matched with a girl. She was nothing to write home about. A 6 at best. We started chatting away and I could pretty quickly tell that she was very interested.

Back then I had this obsession with trying to test out how far I could go via text. I wasn’t aware yet that less is more but in this particular case that worked out to my advantage.

Because about 1 hour into our new online relationship, we were already sexting. Not bad. In Russia this isn’t very common or at least I don’t roll that way anymore nowadays. But we were exchanging all sorts of dirty texts. It ended on the note that we agreed that I’d come to her place the next evening and she’d make me dinner. Not bad.

So I travelled all the way across town the following evening to meet sexting girl. She lived in one of the suburban apartment blocks that look so depressing from the outside.

She opened the door in a night gown and underwear. Clearly, I had come to the right place. Dinner was ready as well and I got treated to a very decent steak and red wine. She didn’t want to eat anything. After that we had animalistic sex and that was that. I never saw her again.

That was the only time I have ever gotten invited over for spontaneous sex with a girl that I don’t know. Anything’s possible in Russia…

The Playground Incident

Summer in Moscow is WAY better than winter. The days are longer, the weather is nice and the nightlife is much more fun. One of the beautiful (and sometimes annoying) aspects of going out in summer is how the sun rises VERY early. At 4AM you’re already partying in broad daylight.

This was one of these mornings. I had struck out in my favorite club back then. That’s when I spotted this girl who was dancing in the shortest of skirts, which kept slipping up because she was too drunk for her own good. She was still just before that point when it’s no fun anymore and I didn’t hesitate to go over.

That turned out to be an excellent decision because about five minutes into our dance she started grabbing my dick and violently making out with me. Time to get out of there and I called a cab.

Once we were in the cab, she started giving me all sorts of shit about how I have to buy her FLOWERS if anything was going to happen. I wasn’t going to let a sure thing slip over 10 bucks for flowers so I motioned the driver to stop at a shop on the way. That was the moment I learned why there are so many flower shops in Moscow.

Upon my return I heard we were now heading to her place instead of mine. I saw this whole thing going downhill. When she tells you that you’re going to her place then you might as well go home right away.

The taxi pulled over at her place and it was time to get inside. ONLY THEN I heard that she lived with a roommate and there was no way we could have sex there. Always listen to your gut feeling.

I had one more ace up my sleeve though. Somehow we started making out again and that was enough for her to check out my goods again. Now or never. I pulled her outside and we started going at it on a bench on the children's playground in front of her apartment. In broad daylight. At about 8AM in the morning. It finished quickly and that’s how our ways parted.

I never got to know her name unfortunately….

The Devil's Threesome in the Club Toilet

Moscow’s clubs are not as debaucherous as you might think. At the same time, they are even more debaucherous than you think. On any given night anything is possible from totally striking out to something like this.

This was actually quite the quiet night. I was there with a few friends who were shooting a clip for a documentary about Moscow nightlife. After that I stayed with one of them in the VIP area of the club chatting about everything and anything. At one point he said he was going home and I was actually down to do the same. Just one last round around the club. Plus I needed to check on our other buddy.

It turned out that this guy had already met someone. She was dressed just the right way: slutty but not too vulgar. Heels, stockings, cleavage, the whole package.

They were both drunk of their asses. But not only that. When I introduced myself, the girl broke down in tears for whatever reason. I dried her tears with my pocket square and then she looked up to actually look at me:

“Oh my god, you are so hot.”

We immediately started making out furiously. But not only me, also my buddy. This girl was down to get nasty and we knew it. Luckily we had access to the VIP area that night, which meant more private restrooms.

We locked ourselves into one of them and this girl got the time of her life. I know because she wanted to go for a second round with only me just when the club was closing down.

I got an invitation from her to a swinger party club a few days later. I could tell that she was an absolute headcase so pretty soon after that I blocked her…

Most PG13 depiction of what happened that I could find...

The Tourist from Siberia

On a boring old Sunday afternoon I had nothing to do. The hangover was not particularly nice to me and I needed to get fresh air.

In summer, the Gorky Park is a great destination in Moscow to relax so I decided to make my way there. Unfortunately, the sky got really dark and cloudy and I was greeted in the park with a massive thunderstorm. Great, I thought to myself and looked for refuge under a big tree.

Waiting for the rain to stop, my eye fell on a petite blonde in a tiny skirt standing there with two elderly people that could have passed for her grandparents. The weather gods were on my side that day because the rain passed as quickly as it started and the fake grandparents went on their merry way.

I introduced myself to her and we started chatting. It turned out that she was from Siberia and visiting her grandmother in Moscow for a few days. We walked around for a bit before she voiced interest in seeing the skyscrapers in Moscow City. Back then I lived very close to them so that was a great suggestion.

We pissed around the skyscrapers for a while, taking photos and shooting the shit. I took her to Victory Park which conveniently was just next to my apartment. And before you knew it we were at mine and all of a sudden she became very horny.

I had barely kissed this girl before and we were acquainted for maybe two hours. I later found out that she had a very possessive ex back in Siberia. We met one more time the next day before she flew home.

This story also has sort of a funny epilogue to it. ONE YEAR LATER I received threatening messages from her possessive boyfriend and his loser friends on social media. That’s not the only crazy story that involves Siberian girls so it must be something in the water there…


I don’t know if these stories tell you why Russian women are so horny. But you got a glimpse into the craziness that Moscow is. If you liked this article you will LOVE my mailing list with more unbiased, no-bullshit advice on how to date Russian women. Every day you're not registered, you're missing out on knowledge based on real-life experience so don't subscribe at your own risk...

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