annoy wrote:perfekcionista1 wrote:
Govorim o podacima procentualnim broju stanovnika.
Ja nigdje nisam rekao da bi samo radi toga ugostio djevojku, moja tvrdnja se zasniva na cinjenici da vecina drugih muskaraca tako rade. Potpuno je jedna stvar nekoga dobro upoznati preko neta pa se vidjeti s tom osobom, putovati pa i sexati ako je obostrana zelja, a druga je stvar otici sa potpunim strancem imajuci slijepo povjerenje u njega samo zato sto nije sa balkana pa je odmah fini bezopasni tip.
Meni osobno zvuči puno sigurnije prespavati kod nekoga kog ne znaš osobno ali vidiš da ima puno pozitivnih recenzija na nekoj vjerodostojnoj stranici, dakle objektivno su ga ljudi ocijenili pozitivno, nego kod nekoga za koga samo misliš da ga poznaješ jer komunicirate virtualno
a zapravo ne znaš ništa o njemu izvan toga što ti on kaže
Ma evo prijavio sam se i ja na ovaj couchsurfing, ima normalne raje...a ima i pacenika..
Citam neke od najcudnijih prica
Two Nights in Paris, Porn Stars and Pocket Pussys
Mat, a Kiwi traveller I met in Poland, had his two strangest Couchsurfing experiences back-to-back in Paris.
Day 1, Paris: I arrived in the evening after a long day of travel. The guy’s house was in the outer suburbs of Paris, about a half hour metro ride, and by the time I got there it was 10pm. His mother was staying with him; she seemed nice and had prepared a meal for us all. Me and the guy had a few beers and chatted about traveling and life experiences. After a while, his mum went to bed and we continued chatting and drinking…
He told me he was bisexual and started telling me stories about his sex life in great detail. He then put on a porno featuring a famous French pornstar and he asked me repeatedly if she was turning me on. I’m a pretty laid-back guy so just said, ‘nah, not now man,’ and continued sipping my beer. After that, he grabbed a role of paper towels, went over to the sofa and began to have a wank. He told me not be afraid, said that it was normal, and wanted me to join him.
It was a pretty weird situation, since it was now midnight and I was in a new city. I didn’t want to cause too much offence, just in case he kicked me out. I continued to drink my beer alone, watching the porno, not wanting to look at him. After a while, he went to bed and I slept on the couch (not the wanking couch). In the morning, I told him I was going to stay somewhere else and got in contact with another host who had offered me a place…
Day 2 in Paris: I moved from the above place to my next host who had a well located little apartment quite close to a lot of the main attractions in Paris. The guy’s profile had mentioned that his surfers get a double bed in a room to themselves, so I was very much looking forward to having a comfortable sleeping surface for once. I arrived to a cooked meal already prepared, followed by beers and a French history lesson.
This guy was really nice and provided great hospitality. The only thing here though was that my room was full of porn DVDs, pocket pussys, a sex doll, a laptop with the sole purpose of watching porn, lubricant, condoms, paper towels and complete instructions on how to use the material provided. I couldnt help but feel during my stay there that there were some cameras up in the room and he was hoping to get some new material for some sort of home made sex tape. Although this seems really weird, the guy was a good host and we had some good chats. I ended up staying here 4 nights.
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