New Year at the Dacha

The story is absolutely real.

New Year's in Snegiri. Not for the faint of heart.

Happy New Year to everyone! I wanted to tell you how Guch, Kot, Narkos, Dan, and I celebrated the New Year at Ivan's dacha and how I made a very beautiful girl, who has a bunch of rich lovers, fall for me.

In the fall, we all planned to go celebrate New Year's from December 30th to January 2nd at a cottage community outside Moscow, at the dacha of a mutual acquaintance, Ivan, who also went through Leslie's training, to party hard there. His dacha is just super. A house on the edge of the forest with all the amenities (lots of rooms with a shower and toilet in each; a bar, sauna, pool, karaoke, etc. In short, everything,

needed for a great vacation). The idea was for each of us to bring a few girls and have a mega-debauched party. In the end, a month before New Year's, the dacha plan fell through. Ivan had work issues and wouldn't be in Moscow. Everyone started making their own plans.

But as often happens, everything can change, and on the evening of December 25th, a joyful Pashka calls and says Ivan is back and the dacha is on. All that was left was the small matter of finding girls. As it turned out, that wasn't so easy, and a few days before New Year's, all the girls already had plans and their own parties. I called all my female friends (close and not so close). One already had a table booked at a restaurant, another had already bought tickets to warm countries, a third couldn't make it either, etc. Everyone had the same story: "Before New Year's and after, sure, but on New Year's itself, I can't go with you. Sorry." A total bummer. The other guys were in the same situation. Shit, the prospects were bleak. We cast our nets on the internet, on dating sites. We urgently started texting, getting phone numbers, meeting girls, and inviting them to come with us to the dacha. We held mega-castings. We made up a legend that Ivan's neighbor was Nikolay Baskov, there would be lots of celebrities, and it would be all positive. There wasn't much concrete info. All the girls were dragging their feet—"I don't know yet, but maybe I'll go. I can tell you for sure tomorrow, the day after, etc." After we sent out a mass SMS with this content: "Baskov has concerts, but on the 1st, Sergey Lazarev promised to come with friends," the number of girls wanting to go with us increased significantly))) We held several meetings a day. We told them they absolutely had to bring New Year's costumes, otherwise we wouldn't take them. We pumped up the competition like crazy. We told all the girls there were only 2 spots left, so think fast, or someone else will beat you to it. The girls really fell for the Sergey Lazarev thing and the prospect of partying well with us)) We chose the most beautiful and fun ones. Some could go from the 30th-31st, some from the 31st-1st, some could come on January 1st.

Meeting Lera. A very beautiful girl. 22 years old.

I arrived at the European Mall for another meeting with a girl from a dating site about New Year's. She got stuck in traffic, and the prospect of waiting an hour for her didn't suit me at all. I rescheduled the meeting for another day and went to buy myself a Christmas tree for home. I walk into one store, see a tree, and say to the salesgirl with a smile, "Super! Exactly what I need! I'm buying this beauty! How much do I owe?" She smiles and says, "Sorry, it's not for sale, it's just a decoration." I was determined and said charmingly, "Damn, how can that be! New Year's is around the corner, and I still don't have a tree at home. I'm sure something can be done." She says, "Well, let me call my boss and ask, maybe he'll allow me to sell it." I reply, "Great! Call quickly." While I was talking to the salesgirl and sweet-talking her about the tree, I noticed a very beautiful girl nearby who was talking about something with another salesgirl (as it turned out later, that was her friend, and she had stopped by to visit her after work). They were already listening to me with interest and smiling. I turned on the activist and drew them into the conversation. "What do you think, is it normal to celebrate New Year's without a tree?" They laugh and say, "Of course not. A tree is a must." "That's what I'm saying, what kind of New Year's is it without a tree? Where will they put my presents now?))" In short, I'm on a roll, making everyone laugh, talking to the salesgirl, to them, and to other customers at the same time. In the end, they told me they couldn't sell the tree, unfortunately, and I went to buy one elsewhere, taking Lera with me (she said she had seen a bunch of trees somewhere around here. I just said to her, "Come on, show me where you saw them." She agreed. It was clear she liked me too. Of course)) Dressed decently, smell nice, all positive. We walk and chat. It turned out we live not far from each other and like the same things. In short, we laugh, tease each other, all positive. I switch models, now an activist, now a provocateur. I tease her a little. Feed her light negativity. In short, I'm working in my style of being cheeky, depraved, and insanely fun. I see she's into it, and I'm getting more and more into her. It feels like we're old friends and have known each other for a long time. I'm drawn to her, and she to me. In the end, we bought a tree. I offered to give her a lift to the metro where she left her car. She happily agreed. In the car, we chat and laugh again. I see real interest from her. I said I found her very interesting and wanted to get to know her a bit more. Suggested we smoke hookah together. She agreed. We stopped by my place under the pretext of checking if the Christmas tree lights worked. She didn't undress or come into the room but waited for me in the hallway. I teased her constantly, "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to fuck you! I had sex just a few hours ago. Baby, believe me, I don't have problems with that.")) We went with her to a hookah lounge.

There we got even closer. I realize I'm ready to fall in love with her right now. A very beautiful and positive girl with a great sense of humor. We kiss, constant light kino, touching. We chat about something, I constantly look into her beautiful blue eyes, stroke her hair. I realize I want her insanely. She said this was a first for her and that she had never behaved like this before with a guy she'd only known for 3 hours. Said she was really drawn to me. And I said she shouldn't count on having sex with me sooner than in a month, and that I had to introduce her to my mom first))) I suggested we celebrate New Year's together. She said she really liked the offer and was, in principle, not against it, as she had recently broken up with her boyfriend and had no concrete plans yet. I drove her to her car and went home. I was just overflowing with emotions.

A couple of days later, we called each other and met up. We had a few cocktails, and I took her to my place, making her promise she wouldn't come on to me. (But actually, I planned to fuck her that day. To test her before the dacha and prepare her a bit for the debauchery.)

At home, we got even closer. She said she prefers serious relationships and needs to get used to a guy before sleeping with him. I laughed at that. Kisses, caresses. She was very aroused. I showed her my dick and even let her touch it:)) I didn't fuck her because she was on her second day of her period and it was flowing like from a barrel. (Lately, I've just been lucky with such girls. A few days before her, I had already fucked two girls on their periods and got tired of changing bed sheets and towels. In short, I didn't want to ruin my first impression of her.)

I let her stay the night and just had a night of heavy petting)))

Initially, the main debauchery was planned for the 30th-31st, and the other days were more relaxed because Guch's girl, with whom he wants something serious, was arriving on December 31st and staying until the end. And since I had similar plans for Lera, I told her I would pick her up for the dacha on the evening of the 31st too. Day One, December 30th. Arrival. Seeing off the old year.

We arrived at the dacha. There were about twice as many girls as guys, the main part was supposed to arrive on December 31st and stay until the end. In the evening, Leslie stopped by for a few hours before the airport with Yuliana and two other girls. (They were flying off to relax and had a flight at night.) They really lifted everyone's spirits and set the right rhythm)) Everyone drinks, dances, all positive... In this house, there was an inflatable sex toy for girls—a black guy with a big vibrating dick. Probably Ivan's girlfriend loves all kinds of toys)) His name was Johnny. The girls liked him immediately and happily grabbed his hard dick))) I shooed everyone away from him, shouting, "Get away from him, you horny animals, he's mine today! Get in line, get in line! And show me a certificate from a venereologist first, that you're healthy, Johnny doesn't sleep with just anyone!")) In short, I don't remember that evening well because I miscalculated my strength and got completely wasted. The last B-52 was clearly one too many)) All I managed to do was take a girl named Katya by the hand and slip away with her to a room. I "checked her off" and passed out, don't even remember how. I only remember she gave a cool blowjob. The guys told me in the morning that the night was just Insane! It all started with the classic "Naked King," and then the naked queens joined in)) Then a joint visit to the sauna and further... In short, many people fucked and became great friends))

Day Two, December 31st. Morning.

Narkos and I leave for Moscow. He was flying to Egypt that evening and was also under a pleasant impression from the past night. We drop off those who couldn't stay for New Year's. I stop by home, pick up more Miramistin and condoms. Then I go to pick up Lera, taking Dan, with whom we partied in Turkey, and two more girls. Vika and Dasha. Both are very cool, about 7-8 out of 10. The other guys, meanwhile, also went to pick up new girls. We're going to the dacha! We drink ASTI MONDORO right in the car. Music blasting, everyone's positive, mood is SUPER! Everyone is anticipating the holiday. I start getting congratulatory SMS messages. Most, of course, from girls. Exes, new ones, and those still in the works. I give Lera my phone and ask her to reply to them.

"Oh, Marina is congratulating. Write to her, 'Thanks, sweetie, happy New Year to you too!'"

"Okay, Lena is writing. Just write to her, 'Thanks and you too!'"

"To the Preacher, write, 'Thanks, Nikit! Happy New Year to you too and all the best!)'"

"Who's this? Ah, Nastya. Write to her, 'You too, sweetie. Waiting for you to visit after New Year's. Thanks for the gift)' and put a smiley. And so on."

In short, she already understood I have lots of female friends and I'm quite a catch)))

We arrive at the place. Introduce everyone. It's on! Toasts to getting acquainted, I pump up the competition. I turn on the provocateur. Vika started acting like a cool bitch (fetch this, bring that, I'm the best, everyone likes me, etc.). So I immediately put her in her place, gently and with a smile.

"What's with your nails? You know, it's still better to go to a beauty salon for a manicure and not try to do it yourself. Or has the crisis hit you too?" She blushes—"Damn, I just didn't have time before New Year's. Is it that noticeable I did them myself?" Me—"Of course it's visible!"

"Come here. What's this? Damn, your mascara is flaking, let me wipe it off quickly! You can't skimp on yourself! Don't you know that mascara sold in the metro underpass for 150 rubles is very bad for your eyes? Look, they're already a bit red!" She—"No, it's very expensive mascara, and I don't even ride the metro!" —"Baby, they tricked you, it's probably a fake. You can't be so trusting." And so on.

I'm framing her on the cool-lame scale. Then I say to her, "Why do you think we invited you here? Think it's because you're pretty? You're wrong, sweetie. You can't even imagine how many pretty girls we turned down and didn't bring here. Not cute like you, but actually pretty. They really wanted to come too, but we refused them. Know why they're bored at home now, and you're here? Because you have something they don't." She sits with her mouth and eyes wide open in surprise, like a crazy squirrel—"And what is it that I have?"

I tell her, "I'll tell you later. So, baby, no need for these cheap pretenses. No one here cares who you are, where you live, what car you have, how much money is in your bank account, or who you know. Believe me, everyone here is very well-off, and they don't care about money. They have one distinguishing feature—they're all very positive, open, and just good people. That was the main criterion for selection here. So come on, take off your mask quickly and join us)) I like your real face better. The Vika you were when we first met, not this unfamiliar girl." She's almost crying—"You see, I'm just used to it. In Moscow, you can't do otherwise. They'll eat you alive." —"Baby, believe me, you won't need that here. Here it's only positivity and good mood. So let's go have some champagne quickly." After that, the girl changed immediately and became like a tame one, and there was no more of that glamorous pretentiousness.

Toasts to getting acquainted, to the old year, then Medvedev's speech. HURRAY!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR! Fireworks and firecrackers go off. Everyone drinks, everyone laughs. Music is blasting, positivity is overflowing.

"Vika, are your boobs real? Come on, let me touch." I touch, she doesn't mind. "Oh, my favorite size 2. Did I guess right? And Lera's is size 3, feel hers, don't be shy. Now you feel hers." They touch. Then I found a girl with size 1. Everyone touches, laughs. I put their hands on my dick. The guys are also on fire, someone has already taken off their shirts. The girls' arousal is off the charts. I kiss Vika, then Dasha, Katya, someone else. I congratulate everyone on the New Year. Then begins a general drinking session and full-on debauchery))

Lera disappeared. I knew she was on her period and wasn't worried about her. Everyone is already kissing each other, Vika was constantly hanging around nearby, so I took advantage of the situation and led her to a free room. She didn't resist because she already wanted me. Bang, check! And it was everything))) I really liked it with her. Her figure is just super! She, by the way, has no complexes at all and just loves sex! I recorded the most interesting moments on my phone for the report)) We go down with her to the hall, and everyone is already heated. Candles are burning. Girls and guys are dancing striptease. Taking photos of each other in different poses, with Johnny, on Johnny, by Johnny))) Dan was using the kiss-but-don't-give strategy, didn't come on to anyone, didn't grope anyone, and told everyone, "I'm saving my virginity for my wife!" In the end, one girl couldn't take it anymore, grabbed his hand herself, saying—"Come on, I'll show you something," and dragged him to a room where she fucked him herself)) I look, Lera is nowhere. I went to look for her. I met Guch, completely wasted. I asked, "Haven't you seen Lera?" He happily tells me, "Yes, I saw her! She's lying there on the 2nd floor, drunk out of her mind, waiting for you. Why didn't you tell me she was on her period??? I stick my finger in, and there's a pop. Ha-Ha-Ha. Look, I recorded it all