My Armenia Travel Blog (Updated 26 April 2018)

Cheers Everyone,

On 30 January, 2018, my girlfriend Masha, the ex-boyfiend and I journeyed from Kyiv, Ukraine to Yerevan, Armenia. We plan on being in Armenia for about 3 months. Of course we'll be spending much of our time in the capital city of Yerevan but we'll also be hopping all over the rest of Armenia.

Perhaps we'll find it kind of easy to get along here. The ex-boyfiend – though a United States citizen – was born in Armenia and speaks fluid Armenian. Masha speaks Russian, which is commonly spoken in this former Soviet state. As for me, I only speak English but maybe I'll get some sympathy for being a pregnant and lost-looking tourist.

If you'd like, then check back here for additions to this blog as the days unfold.

The entries in this blog are in reverse chronological order so the most recent entries are at the beginning...

For easy reference, here is a table of contents...

Yerevan, Armenia – 26 April, 2018 – Viva la Velvet Revolution & Abandoned by the Ex-Boyfiend
Meghri, Armenia – 6 April, 2018 – Masha and Her Boy Toys
Kapan, Armenia – 31 March, 2018 – Keep On, Keepin' On
Goris, Armenia – 21 March, 2018 – Masha, Dad, Mum & Me
Yerevan, Armenia – 3 March, 2018 – We're Detained by Armenian Police
Yerevan, Armenia – 2 March, 2018 – A Swing Through Armenia's Northern Hinderlands
Vanadzor, Armenia – 16 February, 2018 – Gyumri to Vanadzor & I'm Loving Filthy Pornography
Gyumri, Armenia – 15 February, 2018 – The Gyumri Experience & Seasoned Sausages for Sparky
Gyumri, Armenia – 12 February, 2018 – The Train to Gyumri
Yerevan, Armenia – 11 February, 2018 – The Women of Yerevan
Yerevan, Armenia – 5 February, 2018 – Ukraine to Armenia & Dad, Let's Do This

Yerevan, Armenia – 26 April, 2018 – Viva la Velvet Revolution & Abandoned by the Ex-Boyfiend

My last blog entry ended with the notion that the ex-boyfiend was going to walk from the southern border of Armenia to Yerevan while my girlfriend Masha and me followed him in a caravan driven by the ex-boyfiend's gay mate Vahan.

Well, that did happen for about 80 kilometers until we got back to Kapan, Armenia. Then, the Velvet Revolution began to flower in the capital city of Yerevan and the ex-boyfiend and his mate Vahan decided to high-tail it up to Yerevan to join the revolution while Masha and me stayed behind in Kapan.

Before I get into the Velvet Revolution, which is turning out to be one of the highlights of my stay in Armenia, let me say that it appears that the ex-boyfiend has abandoned me.

You see, from Kapan I had been trying to reach him by phone and e-mail for over a week now and he will not respond and neither will Vahan. I know that there have been some arrests during the revolution but everybody has been released. And, a few people have been hurt but I'm sure that if one of them was an American citizen like the ex-boyfiend then I would have read about it. So all I can conclude is that he has deserted me and Masha for good.

As of yesterday, Masha and me are back in Yerevan. Tomorrow we leave for the Republic of Georgia. Unlike the ex-boyfiend – whom we did not see at the protests last night – we don't have the luxury of hanging out in some cave in Armenia to avoid things. You see, he's also an Armenian citizen so he can stay in Armenia as long as he wants. But Masha and me have visas that expire in 2 days so we have to leave this wonderful country. Anyway, we've moved on so now I'll write about Armenia's Velvet Revolution...

The Velvet Revolution has come out of nowhere. It began to ferment after the President of the country – a Mr. Serzh Sargsyan – found a way to get around the two-term limit for the Armenian Presidency that was finally going to mean an end to his autocratic tenure. What he did was get the ruling party – the Republican Party of Armenia (HHK) which he headed – to change the form of government to one where the Prime Minister is the most powerful figure and then have the Parliament controlled by the HHK to elect him Prime Minister. Well, that's what happened but not before all hell has broken loose.

Just a mere month ago a rag-tag member of a minority party in Parliament decided to walk from the northern part of Armenia to Yerevan to protest the Serzh Sargsyan power grab. This guy – Nikol Pashinian – started his walk with about 30 followers and it took them 2 weeks to get to Yerevan. He's got some street cred since he's been a thorn in the ruling party's side for years and spent 3 years in prison for it. And he's a modern day Fidel Castro with his beard, military fatigue shirt, baseball cap, and knapsack – all of which he always wears. Here's a picture of Nikol Pashinian:


The leader of the Velvet Revolution at a recent Yerevan Republic Square rally.

And when Nikol Pashinian got to Yerevan he started speaking out and demanding that Prime Minister Sargsyan resign because the country has had enough of his corrupt and ineffective autocratic rule and the elections rigged by his HHK party. This rag-tag leader's message struck a chord with Armenia's youth and he got 1,000-2,000 of Yerevan's students to join him and also occupy overnight some of Yerevan's parks.

The HHK party and Prime Minister Sargsyan were kind of hoping things would peter out but instead things snowballed into mass civil disobedience with the protestors surrounding government buildings and blocking roads. That's when the police – directed by the Prime Minister – started arresting people and reminding everybody in a veiled way about the 10 protestors whom were killed back in 2008 during another uprising.


The police arresting a protestor.

But the arrests and threats didn't put a damper on the protests. Instead, the numbers kept growing by the thousands each and every day, protests started cropping up in the 2nd and 3rd largest cities in Armenia (Gyumri and Vanadzor) and the media began to cover the rallies at the Republic Square live on television. Last Sunday the Prime Minister agreed to meet with opposition leader Pashinian but walked out after just 3 minutes when Pashinian demanded that he resign.

The next day after that meeting the country of Armenia was shocked when Prime Minister Sargsyan resigned with quite a gracious statement in which he said he couldn't resort to vio_lence against his fellow Armenians. That night a party broke out in Yerevan as over 100,000 people flooded the streets. Many thought this was the end of things except that the ruling HHK appointed an oligarch crony to replace him. Opposition leader Pashinian then announced the protests would continue until there are free and fair elections to vote in a new Prime Minister and that he be appointed Prime Minister in the meantime.

Now Masha and me had been watching all of this from the remote town of Kapan. Even down there protests started to happen and on our last night there (25 April) there was a massive car rally with horns blaring (Armenians love their car horns lol). The rallies from Republic Square seemed awesome as we watched them through live YouTube streams. Everything has changed - now some military police have joined in the protests and the regular police are also turning on the ruling government and letting the protestors engage in all manner of non-violent civil disobedience.

So yesterday Masha and I made our way to Yerevan – a trip that has been planned for awhile now so we can catch a bus to Georgia. All along the way from Kapan to Yerevan there were road blocks set up by the protestors so they could get their message across and then we were allowed through. Towards the end of our journey our driver resorted to gravel backroads to avoid the roadblocks and I guess that wasn't such a good idea since he got a flat tire out on the edge of a dusty vineyard. But we finally made it into Yerevan and after checking into our hostel we headed out to Republic Square for the evening rally.


Protestors blocking a road during our ride to Yerevan while dancing to the music from their car stereos.

Wow, what awesome energy at the Republic Square rally! I'm guessing that there were 30,000 people there. Lots of young people but a good mix of older folks too. It's part rock concert and part protest rally with speakers. There are light shows and fireworks and the sound system is amazing for country that has a hard time keeping its' lights on.


The rally last night before it got started.

Now this is a rally that you want to go to and a revolution that's fun. It's not all dire like Lenin and his revolution and I'm sure that rag-tag leader Pashinian and his fellow-organizers have planned it that way. And, while it is a party atmosphere, when the speakers talk then the people listen – especially when Nikol Pashinian speaks except he has to yell above of the chants “Nikol for Prime Minister”. After the rally there was a massive walk up one of Yerevan's main streets. I stood at a corner and watched for 45 minutes while the marchers packed this wide street.


Marchers head up Mashtots Street after the rally.


I don't know where this Velvet Revolution is going (it's named after the 1989 bloodless revolution in Czechoslovakia that overthrew a communist regime). Even though the ruling HHK party has cozy connections with Russia it isn't really about international issues. It's more about the corrupt and heavy-handed ruling party that has been in power for 20 years and kept Armenia stuck in the mud of poverty while they feather their own nests. It appears that the Armenian people have enough problems with their unfriendly neighboring countries of Turkey and Azerbaijan and they don't need their own government screwing them over too. I do follow this kind of stuff and I don't know of any group of politically powerless people like a rag-tag leader and some 15-25 year old students getting things to change so fast and so much with just the use of non-violent civil disobedience. Viva la Velvet Revolution!

So now tomorrow Masha and I will be taking a bus – or better described as a non-maintained jam-packed mini-van into the Republic of Georgia's capital city of Tibilisi. We're on our own without the ex-boyfiend. I hope that things work out for him but I won't be looking back in the rear view mirror for him or opening my door if he knocks on it.


Meghri, Armenia – 6 April, 2018 – Masha and Her Boy Toys

Cheers from Meghri, Armenia, which is just a kilometer or two from Iran. The reason that we are down here is the ex-boyfiend's idea. He intends to walk from Meghri to Yerevan, which is about a 400 kilometer walk (250 miles). My girlfriend Masha and I will be joining him by caravan – which kind of brings me to Vahan.

Vahan is a taxi driver from Kapan, where we stayed for almost 2 weeks. The ex-bf – who is bisexual – hit it off with Vahan and they've been getting their rocks off for several days now. This is quite a relief for the ex-bf as he's only fucked one Armenian girl since we arrived in the country – and she was a stripper back in Hrazdan and he had to pay for it.

Anyway, since I'm pregnant I'm in no condition to walk 250 miles and Masha is not a hardcore hiker so the ex-bf offered Vahan the job of being our driver while we follow him on his walk. Vahan accepted and after that the ex-bf made a quick trip to Yerevan to rent a modern S.U.V. since Vahan's car is an old Soviet Lada that isn't up to the task in this rugged region. And to get us all better acquainted, Vahan stayed with the ex-bf, Masha and me at a very nice hotel in Kapan.

Just by way of background, I should say at this point that Vahan is totally gay, a nice looking clean-cut guy of medium build, 29 years old and his cock is about 6 inches long – about 15 centimeters – and quite thick for that length (the ex-bf's cock is 8.5 inches). Oh, and he speaks good English too. So, with those important details out of the way, here's what has been happening...

Like I wrote, the four of us had been staying at a nice hotel in the heart of Kapan. The place is very spacious. There's the bedroom in the back and a living room in the middle that has some cozy sofas, the TV and a sliding door out to the balcony. Masha and me sleep in the bedroom and the ex-bf and his mate Vahan sleep in the living room on a fold-out sofa.

As I've mentioned in previous blogs, Masha is a virgin with men and a self-avowed lesbian though whether that is reality or not is open to debate. One thing that isn't open to debate is Masha's sexual awakening. I like to think that I've helped that along not only with our own sexual relationship but by discussing sex with her and exposing her to many kinds of pornography. And so I wasn't all that surprised when Masha confided in me that she's curious about doing something with guys.

During our first few days at the Kapan hotel I had been giving the guys their morning milkings and peeing on their faces out on the balcony while Masha intently watched. And she couldn't quite keep all her interest on the TV while the ex-bf and Vahan were having sex in the same room.

During the 2nd night in our bedroom Masha asked me how a cock feels in my hands and I told her that it was impossible to describe but perhaps she should feel one and see. At first Masha was a little upset with me for even suggesting that and she told me there's no way she's touching any cocks with her bare hands. Then I went over to the closet and got one of my wool socks and offered it to her. Masha put the sock on her right hand and it fit fine but then she said that Vahan is gay and he wouldn't let a girl touch him and she wouldn't give the ex-bf the satisfaction of being the first cock she's touched. I assured her that all men like their cocks touched without regard to gender or practically anything else. So Masha took a deep breath and asked me to go get Vahan.

So I go get Vahan and bring him into our bedroom. I get Vahan to stand in front of Masha and I tell him that Masha wants to touch his cock and he should pull down his pants. Vahan is a little shy about that because though he's of good size when erect when he's soft then he is kind of small. But I yank down his pants before he has time to resist. Masha sees his little cock and she starts to laugh but I think it was more in a defensive way because she was almost ashamed to admit she wanted to touch it.

Right then the ex-bf bursts into the room but Masha screams at him, “Cock, get out, leave!” (She always calls him “Cock”). Then, with the ex-bf left to his own devices, Masha tentatively touches Vahan's cock with her gloved hand but immediately pulls away as if she had received a shock. Then I take Vahan's cock and place it in the palm of Masha's hand. Masha slowly explores it and it starts to grow. Masha tells me it feels like an eel though she's never felt an eel before. Just when it's about to cum Masha tells Vahan to leave because she doesn't want him to cum on my sock and Vahan goes back to the ex-bf whom I'm sure sucked him off.

That night in bed Masha and me cuddled and masturbated about what she had done with Vahan. During that I mentioned to Masha that she should milk the guys in the morning. At first she said that would never happen but I sensed she was just being coy and I thought I had planted the proper seed. Then, the next day while we went shopping I bought 5 pairs of black silk gloves and Masha knew exactly why I was buying them. Masha said it was a waste of money to use the gloves on “disgusting cocks” but I assured her that (1) while the cocks may seem “disgusting” in her hands she could discard each pair of gloves after only one use and (2) the ex-bf would reimburse me. Then we had some lunch over a discussion about proper handjob technique.

The next morning I woke the guys up and after taking their naked bodies out to the chilly balcony so I could pee in their mouths I told them I had a surprise and that Masha would assume the morning milking duties. When we went back into the living room Masha was sitting fully clothed on the sofa with a pair of black satin gloves on (no man has ever seen Masha's private parts). She told the guys that what she was about to do was disgusting but she was only doing it as a favor to me (a lie).

Then Masha told the guys to face her and she wrapped her left hand around the ex-bf's cock and her right hand around Vahan's cock and preceeded to wank them off. At first Masha was stroking so fast that I thought she'd yank their cocks right out of their sockets and that may well have been her intent. The ex-bf told her to slow down and Masha told him in her accented English, “Fuck, no!” All the while I was behind the guys and I was paddling the ex-bf's arse really hard while I gently fingered Vahan's gay bum hole. Finally, Masha did slow down, perhaps because she was tired, and after about 20 minutes I knew the guys were about to spew so I got them to face each other so they would cum on each other's cocks instead of on Masha.

Sure enough, with Masha's hand wrapped around their cocks, the guys started ejaculating and the expression on Masha's face at that moment was priceless. It was a mixture of terror, disgust and, I dare say, proud achievement. Cum went all over their cocks and Masha told them to go clean up. She expected them to go in the shower but instead they got in the 69. Then Masha and I went in our bedroom and she told me that she hoped they didn't enjoy it too much but I assured her that they did. And now Masha has done the morning milking for 5 mornings in a row but I assure you it isn't going any further than that – at least not till Dad has a crack at her.

To tell you the truth, things have been kind of getting out of hand these past few days and I'm glad that the ex-bf will be starting his walk soon. Not only are the guys drinking my pee and getting morning milk jobs. But Masha is also going into the toilet room and peeing into a liter water bottle and then mixing her pee in a glass along with vodka and orange juice and giving it to the boys to drink. By late afternoon they are both really *****k out of their minds and fall asleep for the night. And that's exactly the plan so Masha and me then get some peace and quiet.


Kapan, Armenia – 31 March, 2018 – Keep On, Keepin' On

Last year at right about this date I landed in Copenhagen, Denmark, and since then it's been pretty much non-stop travel through 18 countries. Have you ever gone through a year and felt it had been at least 3 or 4 years? That's the way I feel now. There's just no way that I was in Copenhagen just one year ago. But I was. And not to mention getting engaged, pregnant, non-engaged and meeting Masha along the way. I'm loving it but I've got to slow down some.

Okay, so since my last blog entry about our travels we've checked out a few towns close to Yerevan, spending 2 nights in Armavir and 2 nights in Ejmiatsin. Then we headed out to the central part of Armenia and stayed 5 nights in the Hrazdan region – Tsaghkadzor to be exact. After that we headed into the rugged south and we stayed 2 nights in Yeghegnazor, 9 nights in Goris and now we're into our 2nd week in Kapan.

So, during these last few weeks Masha, the ex-boyfiend and I have slowed down some. Part of that is this country in its' southern region is just so beautiful with its' mountains and streams. But part of it is also that traveling in Armenia – especially in its' more isolated regions like where we are now – is just such a grind. It's so hard to figure out when and where the marshrukas (public transport mini-vans) leave from and they are always so packed and uncomfortable. This last push from Goris to Kapan was insane with 16 of us packed into the mini-van without seat belts and the driver making dangerous passes during hair-pin turns. During the ride the Jimi Hendrix Purple Haze song lyrics kept running through my head...oh no, no, help me, things can't go on like this.

To touch briefly on some of those places that we've been to...I'm not sure why we went to Armavir. Perhaps because it is an administrative center (like a county seat) and maybe we thought there was something there. But there wasn't much going on at all and my most vivid memory is having our B&B host cough into my breakfast as she intently watched me eat it.


Armavir's town square. As Neil Young wrote..."Everybody knows this is nowhere"

Now Ejmiatsin is in the same administrative division as Armavir and it should be the center. But it's also the home to the mother church of the Armenian Apostolic Church. In other words, it's kind of what Vatican City is to Rome. So I suppose Ejmiatsin might consider being a mere administrative center to be not all that big a deal. Our B&B hosts spoke excellent English and had family back in America and their daughter made a surprise return trip home from China where she's teaching English to the Chinese. My most vivid memory of Ejmiatsin is watching a man with a rake chasing a stray dog who had wandered onto the pristine holy cathedral property.

Hrazdan and Tsaghkadzor are only a few kilometers apart but they couldn't be more different. Hrazdan is a beat-up old Soviet factory town that has fallen on hard times. There's stray dogs, garbage and idleness everywhere. We had planned on getting a place to stay in Hrazdan but there is nothing listed on booking.com. On the other hand, Tsaghkadzor is a very popular ski-resort town with over 40 hotels. But during this March – a dry year – the sking is pretty much over and we were able to score a room for about $8 a night. But a lot of the locals lived there too and it felt more like a dorm hall with loud parties going on all night.

Yeghegnazor was our introduction to the southern region of Armenia. To get there we took the route that passes by Mount Ararat. Even though this awesome mountain (5,137 meters or about 16,000 feet) is in Turkey it belongs to the Armenians who had it temporarily stolen from them. Legend has it that Noah and his Ark sat on Mount Ararat. As for Yeghegnazor, my most vivid memory is being on the main street when a car's tire came apart from its' axle. Then it took over 4 hours to get it out of the way because the tow truck had to come in from Yerevan. Cars were swerving to the right and left of it to get by and the police used rocks about the size of a soccer ball to deter motorists because they didn't have any flares.


Get that car out of the roadway !!

Goris is a popular tourist destination in the summer with its pinnacles and nearby caves that have been inhabited for centuries. Our highlight was taking a tour of nearby Old Khedzoresk, which is an abandoned cave village. Back in the 1950s maruding Turks and Kurds took advantage of its' isolation to pillage and drive out the Armenians. We had a wonderful lunch with the caretaker and his donkey that included several shots of homemade vodka. Back in Goris is was crazy-windy and the power went out almost every day.


People used to live in these caves...

Kapan is situated in a valley surrounded by snowy peaks and the powerful Voghji River runs through it. In fact, I can see the river right now from right outside our hotel room. It's kind of littered with plastic containers and other stuff and that's too bad. I've noticed lots of that in Armenia. Back in Goris I saw several storekeepers push garbage into the rain gutters and then it just washed right down to their main river. Anyway, we really love this hotel. It's a little more pricey than what we are used to – about $45 a night. But it's very spacious and modern and the onsite restaurant serves some great dishes. Perhaps best of all is that it's the first hotel that we've been to in Armenia that has English T.V. channels. Too bad, though, that all the news these days is about the Aussie cricket team messing with their balls.


My $6 onsite restaurant meal...


Well, in a few days it is onto Meghri. Then we will be just a kilometer or two from Iran. We're already seeing an Iranian presence with the tour buses full of Iranians coming though and the occasional woman cloaked in black shopping at the bazaar. From Meghri we'll do an about-face and begin a different type of journey.

Goris, Armenia – 21 March, 2018 – Masha, Dad, Mum & Me

I've been asked quite a few times whether my pregnancy is making me feel more horny. I'd like to put a little twist on that because it's not quite so simple. I've always been a sexual girl so it's hard for me to get more horny. But I have noticed a change in what I'm getting horny about – more hardcore stuff and thinking about new kinky things. Maybe it's because I'm pregnant. Maybe it's because I haven't had full-on sex with a man for a few months. Or maybe it's because I'm watching more pornography. It's really hard to say.

Anyway, now I'm having these fantasies about my girlfriend Masha, Dad, Mum & me that I hope to make into realities if everyone and God is willing. I haven't told Masha about any of the details yet and she can't read this language so she can't learn about it here. But I've broached the subject with her and I've hinted at it with Mum and Dad. And since my parents read this blog they will know more about what I'm cooking up.

Maybe, first, I should update where things are at as far as Dad and me having sex. After I wrote my 5th of February 2018 blog entry Dad did call me and told me that he'd think about fucking me while I'm pregnant. And that's a good thing because in the past he has just given me an emphatic NO. Now I'm kind of giving out odds that there's a 75% chance that Dad and me will be doing it -and probably around August when I'm really pregnant. So that's when I'm hoping that Masha will get together with Dad & Mum too.

Okay, so as many of you know, my beautiful Ukrainian girlfriend Masha considers herself a lesbian and at 26 years old she's still a virgin. My feeling about a woman being a virgin isn't just about Masha. I believe that women are missing out on one of life's great experiences if we don't have both homosexual and heterosexual sex (and that goes for guys too). We don't have to be bi-sexual. But at least once for a girl to experience a cock going in and out of her pussy is something that should not be missed. So I want Masha to have that experience. And I want her to have it with my dad. And I want to be there with Mum while Dad goes where no man has ever gone before. And maybe Dad will fuck all of us while he's at it. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Is Masha only a lesbian? Even though she tells me that she is, I'm not so convinced. I mean, her preferred porn videos these days are heterosexual or even watching guys wank off. From early on she's wanted me to fuck her with a strap-on and that's kind of telling too. But I didn't want to do it because I didn't want to break her hymen. But now she's been broken in that way with other devices and phallic veggies and I'd put a strap-on up her in a heartbeat if I could buy a strap-on dildo in this sexually-guarded country. But I can't.

And Masha has come a long way about the kind of things she'll deal with when it comes to men and my ex-boyfiend in particular. At first he freaked her out with his inappropriate behavior of exposing himself as if he's God's gift to women. But now Masha regularly request for the ex-bf to wank into her soiled panties while she watches. And Masha likes to gets real close when I give the ex-bf a blowjob and let him spew all over my face. So, you tell me...

I think what it comes down to with Masha is shyness with men. There certainly aren't any lack of suitors around these parts for her. You should see the way the Armenian guys look at her. And she's looking back. But there's a certain ice-y ness (I know that's not a word) to her so nothing ever happens. The ex-bf has kind of broken through that with Masha but I'd never want him to fuck her for the same reason I don't let him fuck me – I don't know where his cock has been.

But I know that Dad is clean and that brings me to him. And to Mum. It's looking quite certain that I'm going back to Melbourne, Australia, to stay at Mum and Dad's when I have my baby. We've even got a mid-wife arranged and I want to give birth right there at home in front of Mum, Dad and Masha. And Masha has already said she wants to come with me and we are working on the visa paperwork now to make that happen.

But, hey, here's what I've been rubbing my pussy to these days...Dear ol' Dad planting his semen seed deep inside my virgin girlfriend. Dad, Mum, Masha and me all naked and on my parents' bed together. Masha is on her back with her legs spread wide and Mum and me are licking and fingering her soon-to-be penetrated pussy to orgasm. Then Mum and me move over to Dad. I stroke his cock to hardness while Mum puts his balls in her mouth and sucks them like I've seen her do a million times.

When Dad's rock-hard erect then I move to Masha and place her beautiful head on my lap and softly pet her long blonde hair and Mum takes Dad's cock and ever so slowly and lovingly puts it into my girlfriend's virgin pussy. I kiss Masha tenderly as Dad sinks his cock deeper into her. Dad is a mature man so he can hold out - even in this tight hole. And that's a good thing because Masha is having the orgasms that only a man can give her. But Dad's a man and he can only hold out so long and he spurts his seed deep inside Masha's womb and I pray to God he makes her a baby – and that's the only reason why Mum and me don't get down into Masha's fucked pussy and suck Dad's cum out.

My fantasies get kinkier. Like Mum, Masha and me are on our hands and knees like three spokes on a wheel and we're kissing while Dad goes back and forth between us and spanks our butts and puts his cock up our bums. Yes, I know that's a little extreme. But a girl can dream. And in my heart of hearts I really do think that my fantasy about Dad taking Masha's cherry can come true. And Dad and Masha have skyped and they've hit it off quite well so there's a kind of yin and yang thing there.

So Dad, how awesome would it be to have sex with your pregnant daughter and take her girlfriend's virginity too? Please think about it and wank off about it if you like. And Mum, I'm quite sure it's all cool with you. And Masha, even though you can't read this, you know that I love you soooo much.


Yerevan, Armenia – 3 March, 2018 – We're Detained by Armenian Police

This entry is about how my girlfriend Masha, my ex-boyfiend and I were detained by the Armenian police twice in three days. I get a little confused writing this because I was confused when it was going on...but I'll give it a shot.

As for our first encounter with the police, I'm going to leave the name of the village out because I'm sure they entered all our stuff in their data base. And while I doubt the police monitor this xHamster site and can tie this entry back to us so that future problems would occur, I'll error on the safe side by leaving the village name out . But it was one of the places that I wrote about in my previous entry in this blog.

Okay, so as to our first police detention, we're walking around the village and I'm snapping pictures here and there of ordinary stuff like the chaotic traffic, the meat market scene and maybe a few pretty girls.

A police officer sees me and comes over and points to my camera and says something to me in Armenian. Then I put my fingers to my lips and say, “I'm sorry but I an only speak English.” The officer knows hardly any English and after a few more tries at communicating he says, “Passport. Give me your passport”. Well, my passport is back at the hotel but I do give him a copy of it. He looks at it and then gets on his cell phone with his police department.

That's when Masha and the ex-bf join me and the police officer comes over to them and says, again, something in Armenian. Now the ex-bf speaks Armenian but for some reason he starts playing dumb (or maybe that comes natural) and he pretends to only know English. The officer then directs himself to Masha and she says in Russian something like, “I don't understand”. Well, the officer does know Russian and he bores into her and seems to inquire, “What's going on here? Are you all together?” Masha shakes her head up and down and then the officer holds out his hand and says, “Give me all your passports.” Masha and the ex-bf only have copies too but they give him what they have.

So now the officer is flipping through this stuff and discovers we're from Australia, Ukraine and the United States, and I suppose it seems to him weird that we are traveling together. Not to mention that I'm pregnant and the ex-bf is almost old enough to be my dad but he looks nothing like me. That gets him back on the cell with his superiors.

The officer is on the cell for quite some time and we're getting impatient. I can't figure out why I was stopped in the first place and we start to walk off until the officer says, “No, one momento.” Frustrated, I point to my camera and tell him, “I'm just a tourist taking pictures!” His eyes widen and he's kind of incredulous and he says to me, “You're terrorist taking pictures!” Then I insist, “No terrorist, I'm tourist taking pictures.” That's when the officer e*****s the three of us (without handcuffs) to the police station down the block.

We are led into a sparsely furnished room on the second floor and four male officers are waiting for us. They are kind of friendly and they tell us to take some seats. This is when Masha starts to cry. She's never been detained like this and she only knows of the Ukrainian police who can be thugs at times. I've only been detained on one occasion during my travels and that was by the Finnish border patrol for getting too close to the Russian border. But I know that we haven't done anything wrong and that all our papers are in order and that the Armenian police aren't thugs. So I'm a little calmer than Masha. Nonetheless, I go over and hold Masha and when the officers learn that she speaks Russian they assure her there are no problems.

The police turn back to the ex-bf and me and start asking us stuff in Armenian but I can't understand and the ex-bf is still playing dumb so they get nowhere with us. They go back to Masha and ask her in Russian what we are all about. Between sobs Masha just tells them that we are all together and that the ex-bf is the father of my unborn baby except that me and him aren't married.

After that the four officers talk in Armenian in front of us. Unknown to them, the ex-bf can understand every word that they are saying and he relays to me in English what they are saying. The officers are saying that stuff about us just isn't adding up but we haven't done anything wrong and what kind of man knocks up a woman and then won't marry her. The ex-bf feels like trying to defend his honor but restrains himself and the head police guy in the group gets on the cell and calls his superior upstairs and he's instructed that our actual passports and visas must be viewed.

So the police officer who detained us in the first place e*****s us out the front door of the station that is guarded by a man with a rifle and he leads us back to our hotel. All our passports are in my room so Masha and the ex-bf wait outside while I go up to my room to retrieve them. At this point I am a little concerned because the officer is following me upstairs and there is some porn on my laptop and a few be_aststiality videos that the ex-bf has downloaded to it and I know that some types of porn and the distribution of it is not legal in Armenia. I do know, deep down, that I'm just being paranoid. But I go into my room and shut the door before the officer can walk in but he opens the door and comes in anyway. He scans the room while I get the passports but he shows no interest about anything in the room.

With passports in hand, the officer leads us back to the police station and we go up to the third floor this time. Along the way the secretaries and other workers are gawking at us as we climb the stairs. The head honcho in this room has a stack of papers that he has printed out about us on his desk and he and some other male officers examine our passports and visa paperwork and make several copies of them to pass around. It's plain as day that everything is in order but everyone there seems to delight in looking at all the different stamps on our passports – I mean they are looking at my stamp from Ireland back in 2016 and stuff like that. I ask the head honcho who speaks a little English if we can go and he asks me with a smile if I'm a terrorist. I joke a bit with him but I don't let my guard down. He says we can go in a minute but that he wants to make us feel welcome in his village so he gives us each a little token as a souvenir to remember our police visit by.


Here's my nifty souvenir. Sorry the picture is blurred but I have a cheapo camera...

This time the head honcho personally e*****s us down the stairs and the gawkers are still around but they are friendly and waving bye to us and we get really warm farewells from all as we leave the building. It's funny that the police never once took an interest in the pictures that I took (not that there was anything to see). Anyway, we're all just relieved to be out and free again and we head to a restaurant to calm our nerves and get a bite to eat.

No sooner than we sit down at our table two officers whom we had not seen before approach us and order us to come back to the police station. Now this is getting ridiculous and Masha is not so much distressed as peeved this time and she yells at them in Russian, “We just left there!” They assure us there are no problems – just a few more minutes are needed. So we tread back to the station and up to the same room that we left just minutes before.

It seems that the reason for wanting us back is that a woman police officer who did know some English was back from her lunch and they wanted her to question the ex-bf and me. She was a rather attractive woman who was perhaps in her mid-40s. Really, though, her line of questioning was really bizarre. When she found out the ex-bf was from California she started coming onto him really strong and kind of teasingly said for him to take her to California with him. The male police officers started winking at him and she also wanted to know if he knew Kim Kardashian. Of course he said yes even though that was a big fat lie.


Then the woman police officer started talking about all the places in Europe that she has been to and how she always wanted to stay in the MGM Grand in Las Vegas that was owned by Armenian billionaire Kirk Kerkorian. Then she asked the ex-bf and me whether we knew anybody in their village. After we said no then she said we now have a lot of new friends and she introduced us by first name to all the police officers and they shook our hands and made us promise to come to the police station anytime we ever needed help with anything.

Then, three hours after this adventure started, the police finally sprang us free and we went back to that restaurant we last tried to order at. While Masha and me did a post-mortem on why we were detained in the first place the ex-bf gushed on about how hot the woman police officer was for him. I know that it is against Armenian law to take pictures of military installations, government buildings and the police. But I was doing none of that. I think what attracted the police officer's attention was that I was taking pictures of normal stuff and not tourists things and I suppose whenever they make contact with a foreigner who doesn't fit into a neat box they do the passport thing. But, like I only half-truthfully told the lady police officer, three hours at the police station is something out of the ordinary so that it will be memorable. Speaking only for myself, I'm glad it happened but I wouldn't want it to happen again.

Well, sure enough, two days later it happened again. This time it was just Masha and me at one of the Yerevan metro stations. We had bought our tokens and we were about to go through the turnstyle when three metro police officers came up to us and asked us something in Armenian. We told them we didn't understand and that's when they took us to a back room at the station. When we entered the room one of the police officers sitting at a desk looked up at us and that caused him to knock his hot plate that was boiling coffee and it spilled all over his desk. He cursed a little and wiped it up and then he collected himself and asked us nicely to sit down and if we wanted a bottle of water. But after what we had been through earlier we weren't keen to be sociable and our attitude was a bit short and curt.

Again, they wanted to see our passports and to know where we were staying and why we were in Armenia. We showed them our passport copies and hotel cards and they got on their cells and made a few calls and looked things up. Our hotel was several kilometers away so they didn't ask us to go get our passports. Instead they did a search of our knapsacks and after about 30 minutes they let us go. Since this encounter I've been told that it is common for the metro police to search knapsacks but I've never seen it done. I suppose when they first encountered us at the station that they were asking us to let them have a look inside our knapsacks. Then, when they saw we were foreigners they hauled us in for a secondary.

I'm not really critical of the Armenian police. For the most part, they were exceptionally friendly and respectful. And it seems that we aren't the only ones whom they fawn their attention upon. Drivers are constantly getting stopped for seemingly nothing so I guess it's just part of the Armenian experience. Even the smallest rag-tag outposts out here have really big police stations. I think that the police may be a bit too intrusive. But then again Armenia has hostile neighbors such as Turkey and Azerbaijan so I really can't blame them for stepping things up. And it's not going to discourage us from sticking around Armenia for as long as we can.


Yerevan, Armenia – 2 March, 2018 – A Swing Through Armenia's Northern Hinderlands

Well, I do love Armenia's capital city of Yerevan. But the smaller cities and villages in Armenia have much to offer in the sense of getting a true beat on this obscure country. So my girlfriend Masha, the ex-boyfiend and I have made a swing through some of those places north of Yerevan before making a quick one-day return to the capital to take care of a few things.

Let's see – after leaving and before returning to Yerevan we stayed in Gyumri (4 nights), Vanadzor (5 nights), Stepanavan (4 nights), Dilijan (2 nights) and Ijevan (2 nights).

I've written about Gyumri and the destruction that it continues to suffer from the 1988 earthquake. I had mused about the one crumbling building there which seemingly had squatters living in it. Turns out that just a few days later that building collapsed further and the 12 inhabitants were taken to a temporary shelter. The government wants to raze this death trap but they've never been able to locate the owner. So under Armenia's law there is nothing they can do.

Vanadzor is the third largest city in Armenia with a population of about 80,000. From up top of the mountain overlooking the city, it is an industrial eyesore. There's lots of old refineries from the Soviet era still operating and plenty of air pollution. The city is sprawled out and the fringes are filled with crummy block housing and abandoned chemical plants. But the several city centre blocks are quite vibrant with shoppers strolling down wide sidewalks. It has kind of a 1950 and 60s Americana look to it. I wouldn't be one bit surprised to see Vanadzor bypass Gyumri in the next decade as Armenia's second largest city.

Vanadzor's city centre...

Stepanavan has a population of just 15,000 souls. It's in the middle of nowhere surrounded by high mountains and the Dzoraget River runs through it. We stayed out in the country at a little motel. It was so peaceful that we extended our stay from 2 days to 4 days. We temporarily adopted 2 black cats and they slept with us and crapped on the carpet too. Maybe that's because we fed them canned tomato-flavored sardines after we couldn't find any cat food in town. We were all alone at the motel except for one night when a bunch of Armenian women got together at the motel hall for a hen party and to practice their Armenian folk dances.


Stepanavan's main street...

We enjoyed walking into town once a day and it was our first taste of the slow life of an Armenian village. Hardly anybody spoke English here and we really stood out. Taxi drivers wanted to take Masha and me places and there were a few tasty girls for the ex-boyfiend to stroke his cock to. But he's just not the pussy-chaser anymore that I've known him to be. Stepanavan is a special place but for the life of me I couldn't locate a good cup of coffee. The restaurant I tried a coffee at sold it in a plastic cup that melted from the hot liquid.

Dilijan is the one place on our Armenia tour that stands out as completely different from everywhere else (except for Yerevan). It's an artsy resort town nestled among the mountains and Armenia is trying to make it into a regional financial center by getting banks to move there. I think China has tried to engineer cities that way and it doesn't always work. Have you ever seen that 1960s TV show called the Munsters? Anyway, the blonde daughter Marilyn stands out just because she's normal. That's how Dilijan stands out from the rest of beat-up Armenia. But this place is a bit too touristy and I prefer places that are more real even if they are decrepit and boring.

On our day of departure our Dilijan host dropped us off at the bus stop for our ride over the mountain and into Ijevan. Immediately, several cabbies descended upon us and we gave in and accepted a ride in a 1960s station wagon. We stopped for petro and the weird thing about fueling up in Armenia is that everybody must vacate the vehicle and stand a good distance away. After fueling we proceeded at around 30 kilometers an hour over the hill into Ijevan. There are two reasons we went that slow – the road is filled with pot holes and this “taxi” couldn't go any faster even with a smooth road. The charge was 2,000 Dram ($4) and we tipped him another $2 because the wear and tear on his vehicle from the trip probably was more than his charge and he went out of his way to help us locate our hotel.

Ijevan and Dilijan are only 60 kilometers apart from each other but they are like night and day. Ijevan is a real backwoods type of town. But I don't mean that as a knock. Our hotel overlooked the centre of town and we really enjoyed standing at the window and viewing all the comings and goings below. Most “cities” have centres with beautiful statutes and stately buildings. But not Ijevan. The market bazaar made up the centre of town and you can find a severed pig head or cow head on every corner. While I'm on the theme of 1960s TV shows I can think of recasting the Beverly Hillbillies show as the Dilijan Hillbillies show where some unrefined family from Ijevan strikes oil and moves to upscale Ijevan and shocks the city with their crudeness.


The view out our Ijevan hotel room...

After our stay in Ijevan we decided to return for a quick stay in Yerevan. While waiting for a marshruka at the Ijevan “bus station” an SUV pulled up and the driver told us and another guy and an old lady to get in because they were going to Yerevan. Those other people got in so we joined them. For all we knew, the poaching driver of the SUV could have been an ax murderer but things worked out okay and he only charged us $4 for a ride across much of Armenia.

Now that we've seen some of the rest of Armenia the capital city of Yerevan looks bigger and more cosmopolitan than ever. And there are some things that can only be done in the big city. So we located a mountain outfitting store and Masha bought a large backpack to replace her baggage on wheels. Also she bought some more packable clothing and the ex-boyfiend bought some trekking poles. As for me, I got a prenatal checkup and I came out with a 100% clean bill of health. Next month I will be having an ultrasound test.

I really do enjoy Yerevan. I can't quite put my finger on why but the core of this city has a San Francisco kind of feel to it - especially in the morning. Unlike San Francisco, it's not surrounded by water and it is not all that hilly. But the air kind of smells like San Francisco or maybe it is the progressive spirit. During this stay we witnessed the red carpet being literally rolled out for the Republic of Georgia's Prime Minister and Masha and me actually stepped on the red carpet after the Prime Minister disappeared into the Armenian President's office.

Many tourists in Armenia only stay in Yerevan or maybe they also take tours to old churches and fortresses and the like. But they are really missing out by not going to some of these other cities and villages and just kind of hanging out and taking in the beat of things. We've had a few challenging experiences with the police during this swing (which I'll write about in my next blog entry). But that won't discourage us from exploring the rest of this unique part of the world.


Vanadzor, Armenia – 16 February, 2018 – Gyumri to Vanadzor & I'm Loving Filthy Pornography

On this day my girlfriend Masha, the ex-boyfiend and I traveled by mini-bus – or marshruka - from Gyumri to Vanadzor. But before that, one big project has been getting Masha to lighten her baggage load. Before we left Ukraine I told her that 3 suitcases and 4 pairs of shoes is way too much. But some things have to be experienced first.

One thing I like about watching pornography is that it really gives me insights about what sexually turns me on. But sometimes this can be disturbing because it conflicts with my beliefs about what is proper. I'm certainly no prude but I do consider myself a feminist and by reflex I'm repulsed by videos that seemingly degrade women. But some of those types of videos are the ones that are making me really wet so I think it is time to have a closer look and to re-evaluate.

Masha pretty much took everything she owned to Armenia except her brown poodle Cinnamon, whom is staying with her parents. But now she's mailed most of her stuff back to Ukraine. Masha really should have just donated or sold all her clothing to the Armenians but it's hard for a girl to part with her clothing even if it costs twice as much as it's worth to mail it back.

It all kind of reminds me of my parents' sexual relationship. That is, some things may not be what they appear on the surface. As I have written in my blogs, my parents had sex in front of me lots of times when I was a teen. But even then when things got really crazy between them they went into their bedroom and closed the door. I remember having my ear cupped to their bedroom door and hearing Mum scream out to Dad, “Stop fucking and hurting me, you dirty bloody bastard!” Then I'd yell through the door, “Dad, please stop!”. Then Mum would tell me, “Dear, go to your room and do your school work. Mum and Dad are just playing.” I couldn't leave the door until I knew Mum was safe but sure enough when they came out of their bedroom they were laughing and hugging and then they lit up a joint. Years later I asked Mum why they always closed their door during rough sex and she told me that men are ani_mals and women need to sometimes be dominated but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing – but that at my young age I couldn't have grasped that.

Masha is also settling into our traveling lifestyle. Her parents are okay with her being with me but they are sorry to know that this probably means another year without their daughter getting married. Every week Masha's parents send her pictures of Russian-Ukrainians who want to court her. But since Masha is a lesbian she just kind of flips through the pictures very quickly and then deletes them.

So I'll get to the point. Lately, I've been watching really perverted videos. Stuff like guys peeing on women, men cumming on girls' faces, double-penetrations, slapping, spankings and even r_ape play...and getting incredibly turned on looking at this “filth”. As a feminist I've been feeling sorry and guilty about it but I can't stop watching.

But now I'm starting to think that things are not so simply explained. A woman can be used without being degraded. A woman can be punished without being hurt. A woman can be dominated without being humiliated. These are important distinctions. In my mind what it comes down to is the woman's state of mind. If a woman truly enjoys being used, punished or dominated then it's all good. I still get really turned off by the hate-fuck stuff but most videos aren't like that – and most guys aren't into that either.

Anyway, Masha and I arrive at the “bus station” (the ex-bf decided to stay behind for a few minutes for a coffee) and before we enter the station we are accosted by a swarm of taxi drivers. We ask them where the marshruka going to Vanadzor is and they say that the only way to get there is by taxi and that it will cost us 5,000 Dram ($10) for the 1 hour ride. Ummm...I know there are marshrukas going there.

And I'll admit something else. Even though my sexual experience with men is limited I think I really would like to experience this stuff if it's done with good intentions.

I have been peed on by men and I do enjoy the splash of hot urine on my face, clothes, breasts, clitoris and pubic hair very much. I still don't like the taste of a man's pee. But's that's probably just a mental thing. I love the taste of Masha's pee and I call it “urinade”.

So Masha tells the cabbies in Russia that maybe we will ride with them if there is no other way but we want to go inside the bus station first and see for sure. Of course there are marshrukas to Vanadzor and for only 500 Dram for each of us. We buy our tickets and the lady points us to the back of the station where the bus stalls are.

More than a few men have cum on my face during handjobs and while I sometimes question why this turns guys on so much I do have to say that as long as the man isn't doing it to degrade me then I feel it is almost an honor for him to choose to use his precious fluid on me in that way. I love the feel of cum on my face and I wish I had the nerve to do a cum-walk.

I really don't fault the cabbies for lying to us. How different is that from lawyers who know something off the top of their heads from research but aren't willing to just give the information away for free? Everybody needs to make a living. My bigger problem is with the bus station. Why can't the bus stalls be in the front where they can be seen? And I just don't understand why there isn't some sign by the ticket window saying (in Armenian, Russian and English) the destinations that the station serves. But there is none of that. No matter though – we figured it out.

One of my main regrets about breaking up with my ex-boyfiend is that we didn't do r_ape-play. I was too proud to indulge in it. But that's what Mum and Dad were doing and it's making huge advances on my sexual bucket list. Truth be known, real r_ape is something I've frequently masturbated about. No women wants to be physically harmed by it or be given a STD by it but I just block those parts out of my fantasy.

One more thing...I'm so fucking horny for cock right now that if by some magic I knew for certain that I wouldn't be arrested or get stuck with an STD then I'd go out today and find some hot looking Armenian guy out on some street corner and r_ape HIM. That's so fucked up!

At the bus stall I rang the ex-bf to give him a heads-up about the cabbies. So he gets to the station and starts to jerk the cabbies around by saying he wants to go to Vanadzor with 2 other passengers. The cabbies tell him it will be 15,000 Dram but with a “special discount” *******,000 Dram. He takes out cash and is about to give it to a cabbie but then he pulls it back and goes inside and buys his 500 Dram ticket. After he joins us he sees the taxi guys and waves and they know they've been played. But they just laugh about it and throw down their cigarette butts.


Here's our marshruka at the stall...

Another thing that I've been getting wet about recently and can't quite figure out why is watching videos of guys wanking off. The ex-boyfiend is bisexual and he has loads of video clips saved up in the cloud of this genre and Masha and I have been downloading them and masturbating to them.

Okay, so our marshruka takes off and it is packed. There are more people in this vehicle than were on our plane ride over from Ukraine. We pass villages and stop by the side of the road to let locals squeeze in. It seems that these buses will take you anywhere in Armenia but unless you're a local you kind of just fly by the seat of your pants to figure out how to do it. We haven't seen a tourist since we've left Yerevan and it's probably because nobody can quite figure out how to get to these regions and the tour guides in Yerevan don't go this far to the north.

I've always liked watching cum shoot out of a man's cock but I have always wanted to see the man's face too. But these videos just show the cock and it's very de-humanizing. But the weird thing is that is exactly why I like watching these videos. That is just so wrong but it is what it

We arrive at the Vanadzor bus station and now our next challenge is to find our hotel. We're not totally old school and without the aid of the internet but we don't have GPS either. We use Google Maps the night before to map out on paper a route from the bus station to our hotel. This means drawing diagrams of roads and jotting down landmarks along the way. Also, it's very important to go on booking.com and look at pictures of the outside of our hotel so we will know what we are looking for.

Usually, we only have problems locating our hotel if we are let off at an unexpected place or if there are no street signs or if our lodging is tucked inside an old bazaar. That's not to say that we don't make a few wrong turns along the way and this time was pretty typical of most times.

Masha and me have been using my video editing program to splice together our favorite wanker cumshots into one video along the lines of those cumpilations. Sorry guys, but when Masha and me are in this frame of mind then you are all just mere sex objects and nothing more than cocks. I'm kind of ashamed of this attitude of mine and it doesn't often occur but when it does I'm learning to accept it.

The street that was supposed to pass next to the bus station didn't exist but we managed to locate the main boulevard in Vanadzor. It's name is Tigran Mets and it seems every town in Armenia has a street of the same name in honor of Tigranes the Great – the King of Armenia during its' greatest expanse. We know that Tigran Mets goes close to our hotel but we take the wrong direction and after about 2 kilometers we hit a dead-end and turn around. As we pass the locals on the rebound they look at us like we are 3 blind mice. We come to a round-about and according to Google Maps there should be a church in the middle but there isn't. So we stand back and look around because our hotel is supposed to be on a hillside close by. We see a building that looks like our hotel in the booking.com picture. So we head up the steep walkway that looks kind of like the walkway up to “Mother's” house in the Hitchcock thriller Psycho. Sure enough, that's our hotel - the old Soviet era Hotel Kirovakan.

Here's a picture of our hotel from the bottom of the hill.

Masha has taken it a step further. Now, instead of calling the ex-bf by his real first name she just calls him “Cock”. Even in the supermarket the other day she needed the ex-bf to reach up high for something on the top shelf and she shouted at him across the store, “Cock, come here. I need you.” Nobody else in the store understood her because they just spoke Armenian but I think that “Cock” is her favorite English word right now. The ex-bf enjoys a pretty Russian girl calling him “Cock” too. It's certainly not beneath him and judging from the cock avatars on this site it wouldn't be beneath many of the guys on xHamster either.

So I'm not going to become too intellectual to figure out why this “filth” turns me on. I'm just going to accept it and I see no problem with it so long as no harm is being done and everything is consensual. You'll probably start seeing more of this stuff appear in my video favorites and – if I'm lucky – in my real life too.


Gyumri, Armenia – 15 February, 2018 – The Gyumri Experience & Seasoned Sausages for Sparky

The first thing to know about Gyumri, Armenia, is that it was devastated by an earthquake in 1988 that killed 30,000 people in this region. Still, with a population of 120,000 (down from 200,000 before the quake), it is the second largest city in Armenia.

My girlfriend Masha, the ex-boyfiend and I stayed in Gyumri for four nights. One can't help but notice that Gyumri is still going through hard times. Many of the streets aren't paved. Groups of men spend hours on street corners bullshitting away the day while attending to broken-down Soviet era Lada automobiles. I read somewhere that there are still around 5,000 homeless people from the earthquake. While I didn't see a bunch of homeless people sleeping in parks, I did see smoke from wood stoves coming from seemingly abandoned buildings.


And now this church is almost entirely rebulit...

Our hotel in Gyumri is way out in the sticks so we only went to the city centre once a day – and then only for a few hours. Masha and I spent much of our time in our hotel room. The ex-boyfiend didn't leave his room much either as he's pretty much thrown in the towel as far as his quest for Armenian pussy goes (although I've been told that the girls get around their need to keep their virginity by having anal sex and that's pumped up the ex-boyfiend a bit.)

But there is a very attractive city centre with a pedestrian walkway and some fine restaurants too. As for how the businesses are holding up I'm not so sure. How can you make any money when a big bowl of hot fish soup costs only $1.50? There's a bazaar too but I've been sorry to find that I can't buy the home-made dishes there like I could back in Kyiv, Ukraine. Mostly, it is fruits, fish, nuts and meats but not much prepared food. I'm a vegetarian so I'm not into the meat but some of that stuff has been standing around for days and I'm not sure how safe it is.

Masha and me kept looking out our 2nd story window at the comings and goings below. One thing we couldn't help but notice were all the stray dogs roaming around. They were sniffing the dirt for a spare piece of food and it was so sad. But there was one stray dog who caught our attention because he was so energetic and friendly. This dog – a mutt – was like some people we meet from time to time who are always upbeat and smiling no matter their lot in life. Masha and me nicknamed this dog “Sparky”.

The walk through one of the cemeteries was spooky. I couldn't help but notice how many tombstones there were for people who died in 1988. It was fun though to watch a group of men huddled around one of their deceased mate's graves. They were all drinking beer and playing Armenian board games on his grave. No doubt the dead man would rather have his buddies over than flowers by his tombstone.

Wanting to help Sparky out, Masha and me made a special trip into the city to buy him some sausage. And not just any ol' hot dog meat. Only the best stuff – seasoned and cured to perfection. Then when we got back to our hotel room we'd cut it up in bite-size pieces and call Sparky over from the building across the street where he hangs out and then throw the sausages down at him like manna from heaven.

So what's the deal with Armenian men and their horns? I thought that eastern Europe's love affair with the car horn was over the top but it's ridiculous out here. There's no real traffic but you can't go 30 seconds without hearing the blare of a horn.

What was amazing is that more often than not Sparky caught the sausages right on the fly. When he missed one then the sausage would bounce up in the air and Sparky would nab it like a dog fetching a frisbee. Masha and me must have spent 2 full hours that first day throwing Sparky sausages and he ate every one while wagging his tail and looking up at us for more.

Now I was raised to think that a car horn is only used when there is the immediate danger of an accident. But that's about the only thing the horn isn't used for out here. See a friend on the street and they blast the horn to say HI – same to a passing motorist. If a driver is 2nd in line as the red light counts down then that calls for the blast of the horn at the car in front even before the light changes to green. Blast the horn at a pedestrian on a walkway to make sure the pedestrian doesn't run in the street. Over our stay I must have seen a dozen wedding processions circle the main round-about endlessly while pounding on horns. Some of this stuff would inspire the one-finger salute in other parts of the world but here the Armenians take it in stride.

Even though I'm a vegetarian I must admit that nothing goes better together than sausages and sex. And by the second day Masha and me were fucking ourselves and each other with the sausages before feeding them to Sparky. We tried with mostly success to take 8 full inches (20 centimetres) inside our pussies and we treated the longer pieces of meat like double-headed dildos. And, yes, this is the first meat in my adorable girlfriend's sweet pussy. Don't worry though. In the end, Sparky always got his treat.

Back in Yerevan at one of the hostels I was talking about this horn phenomenon with a fellow traveler. This guy said he noticed the same thing and told me about the time he went up to a Yerevan cabbie who was standing in front of his idling taxi. The traveler asked the cabbie for a ride. The cabbie told him that was impossible because his cab wasn't working. The traveler said, “What do you mean that your cab isn't working. The motor's running right now.” The cabbie replied, “Yes, but the horn's broken.”

On our 4th day just as Masha and me were about to do the sausage thing again the ex-boyfiend came to our room and he wanted to know why we were over-budget for food even though all Masha and me were eating was yogurt, and gra_pes and a few walnuts. We explained to him that most of the money was going to feed Sparky. That kind of got the ex-bf in a tither until we told him to take a seat and watch us season Sparky's sausages by stuffing them up our pussies - and that got him to beat his meat too. It all came to a climax several minutes later with the ex-bf yelling, “I'm cumming, fuck, god-damn I'm cumming” while Masha and me threw bite-size sausages out the window for Sparky to snare.

So tomorrow we are off to Vanadzor. We're hitting the 15 largest cities in Armenia and staying in each for maybe 2-4 days. Then we might make a 2nd pass-through and do a little camping and hiking if we're up to it.


Gyumri, Armenia – 12 February, 2018 – The Train to Gyumri

We really weren't planning to take the train to Gyunri, Armenia. Instead, we were going to brave it and take one of those mini-buses - or marshrukas - to someplace else as soon as we could figure out Armenia's public transportation “system”. We didn't think the train was an option because we had been told – by a tourist guide no less – that the passenger trains in Armenia only ran between Yerevan and Tbilisi, Georgia, with no stops along the way.

I've got to put Armenia right up there with Albania as having a public transport system that is hard for the foreigner to figure out. Go to one of the three bus stations in Yerevan and pretty much everything is only written in Armenian and most of the workers have been around since the 1970s and speak no English. And, hey, how about just one central bus station? But I'll put Armenia a notch above Albania because at least there are airports in the country and a passenger train.

Masha and I were riding the Yerevan metro the other day and we noticed the central train station just outside the David of Sasun metro station. Even though we thought there would be no need for the train until our departure to Georgia, it was such a majestic building that we decided to exit the metro and explore it.

But, lo and behold, there is daily train service between Yerevan and Gyumri. We went up to the ticket booth and got the details – 1,000 Dram (2 U.S. Dollars) for a 120 kilometer ride set to leave every morning at 7:55. So it was a no brainer...onto Gyumri. Since the metro doesn't open until 7:00 we wanted to make the hustle on our travel day a little easier so we tried to purchase our tickets a few days ahead of time but they don't sell tickets in advance because that would be too convenient. No worries though. At least we had a way to exit Yerevan without resorting to a taxi or marshruka.

The Yerevan train station reminds me a lot of the one in Chisinau, Moldova. Yerevan and Chisinau are the capital cities of their countries and formerly part of the U.S.S.R. The thing about these two train stations is that in both their exterior and interior they are architectural gems. And they are spotless too. Pensioners are always there to clean up the first speck of dust and the floors are mopped at least 10 times a day. These two train stations have it all except...trains! Only a couple of trains run out of each station in a day.

But don't ask me why Armenia doesn't develop its' rail system. Actually, I think I know the answer to that question. It has to do with money. Iran says they are ready to partner with Armenia to build an Armenian-Iranian rail line just as soon as Armenian will pony up. But funds are lacking just like the funds that should have gone to build new metro stations but found their way to other places.

As for our train ride it was a true pleasure. I've read that service was unreliable and that the trains always break down. But our train left right on time and the journey went along without a single hitch. I just loved the interior of our train. It was old but clean. And it was open too without all the enclosures like many of the trains in eastern Europe have. The wooden benches were a little uncomfortable to sit on but that was no big deal and the heating system was working awesome.


Inside our train car...

The train had 5 cars and we had an entire car to ourselves. When Masha and me weren't looking out the window and taking videos we were finger-fucking each other while the ex-boyfiend watched us. This has been a new development with Masha as we've decided that since we're all traveling together we just don't feel like hiding stuff between us so long as there are boundaries. And one of those boundaries for the ex-boyfiend is he can look but he cannot touch.

This train was no speed demon as I don't think it ever went faster than 50 kilometers an hour. But we were in no hurry since we couldn't check into our hotel in Gyumri until 14:00.We passed a lot of wasteland, some agriculture, sheep and cattle herders and one sort of a large city by the name of Armavir. The slope was gently upward and we did see some nice snow-covered peaks and Turkey was just a few kilometers to the west.

We also passed by several small villages. Seriously, Armenia is a very, very poor country. The houses are pretty much blocks of stone in various states of disrepair. It seems very sad but until I poke my head around some of these villages I'm not quite sure what to make of them.

To the ex-boyfiend it was kind of a shock. Though he was born in Armenia he grew up in America. Almost all the Armenians he has known in America have been prosperous and he kind of thought that is what he'd find in Armenia too. And that they'd all be celebrating each night over shish-kabob, dolma and pilaf rice like they do during festivals back in the United States. But now all of this is rocking his world.

So we arrived in Gyunri right on time. It has a population of 120,000 and it's the second largest city in Armenia. It's a little colder here than in Yerevan but not too bad. Our hotel room is only 20 U.S. Dollars a night double-occupancy and it's quite nice. But the reason it is so cheap is that it is on the outskirts of town. It's so far outside of city centre that the walkways aren't even paved and mud from last night's rain covered our shoes as we walked to the hotel. As we entered the lobby nobody knew quite what to make of us but they took our money and passports and we settled in.


Arriving in Gyumi


Yerevan, Armenia – 11 February, 2018 – The Women of Yerevan

My girlfriend Masha, my ex-boyfiend and I stayed 13 nights in Armenia's capital city of Yerevan. Our time in this grand city is up (for now) so here's a little bit about our stay...

We stayed in one hotel and two hostels (we opted for private rooms in the hostels). All of our lodgings were within 1 kilometer of ground-zero city centre, which is Republic Square (formerly Lenin Square).

I guess if we were normal tourists then we would have packed as much as we could into our 2 week stay here – take a guided tour every day, visit all the museums, sample all the restaurants and for God's sake not miss a single monument. But I've been “on the road” for 2 years now and sometimes it's just okay to chill in our room or just sit around and people-watch and we did plenty of that.

Let's start with the girls of Yerevan. Now I'm not going to tell you that all the girls are drop-dead stunners because of course that's not true. And move outside the city centre and the girls aren't quite so pretty and I was shocked to see the re-appearence of the beehive hairstyle. But if you like hot girls who have a slightly darker complextion and features (think Kim Kardashian – a rumored Armenian) then take a seat and watch the girls go by.

Masha and me spent more than a few hours on park benches and at restaurant window seats checking out the girls and ranking them and wondering among ourselves what they looked like naked and what their sex lives were like. It was a visual orgy for us. Many of the girls here wear black from head to toe with tall black boots as a defining feature. There are electronic billboards everywhere with ads from European designers showing women strutting around in these black outfits with the word “Confidence” emblazened on the screen.

The ex-boyfiend took things one step further. Each day he'd spend several hours on a different street corner and offer each pretty girl he saw a free bouquet of flowers. He'd buy the flowers for next to nothing from a nearby vendor and many of the girls were flattered with his gifts. Masha and I loved to watch the ex-bf operate from across the street. He wasn't pushy and he had the benefit of speaking Armenian and he's a good chatter-upper. All be told – as far as I know – he has maybe 10 new girlfriends and he even got some dates out of it. BUT, he didn't get any pussy.

This is a sexually conservative country and the girls aren't just going to jump for the first – or the next – Tom, Dick, or Harry that comes onto them. Oh, I suppose they are like all the rest of us girls and go home and masturbate about what could have been. But if you are looking to get laid then it's probably best to venture to eastern Europe or someplace like Southeast Asia. That is, unless you're good with a marriage.

The ex-boyfiend is Armenian so he knows all about Armenian girls and for that reason he was not all that surprised that he didn't get to fuck any of them. He pointed out to me that it's rare to see an Armenian girl in a porn video. Mostly what you'll see are homemade movies. The ex-bf says there's only one Armenian woman who has ever made it big in porn and you have to go way back to the 1980s for her and she was an Armenian-American and only half-Armenian at that – her name is Christy Canyon.

Another thing about Armenian women is that you will very rarely see them smoking cigarettes in public. In my 13 days here I was constantly on the look-out for women smokers and over the course of all my time here I saw only 3 women smoking! It's not like it is against the law (like in Saudi Arabia with women drivers) or against Sharia Law (Armenia is a Christian nation) and women who smoke in public won't be harassed. Smoking is just not what an Armenian woman does and that's good with me because I hated going to places like Finland and seeing all the young girls smoke like chimneys. Of course the Armenian men make up for it as they have one of the highest smoking rates in the world.

I have a whole bunch more to write about Yerevan but we will be returning many times. The plan is to visit all the different regions of Armenia with return trips to Yerevan between regions as it is the transporation hub for the country. But it's obvious that there are many faces to Yerevan and out on the fringes it is not always pretty. And, there is a pronounced generation-gap between, say, people over 40 years old and under that age.

But for now it's off to Gyumri, Armenia. That means a 3 hour train ride to the north...


Yerevan, Armenia – 5 February, 2018 – Ukraine to Armenia & Dad, Let's Do This

On 30 January, 2018, my girlfriend Masha, my ex-boyfiend and I packed up for our 3 hour flight from Kyiv, Ukraine, to Yerevan, Armenia.

Our only real concern about making the flight was getting to the boarding gate on time since our flight was scheduled to leave at 10:15 in the morning and the first leg of our journey to the airport couldn't begin until the Kyiv metro gates opened at 5:45. That may sound like a lot of time but it meant starting our walk to the metro at 5:00, boarding the metro with very large packs that are sometimes prohibited, taking the Sky Bus for the 1 hour ride to the airport and then going through the whole airport check-in and security process.

Before I start out writing my plea to my dad I suppose I should capsulize the nature of our sexual relationship. First off, my dad, mum and me are nudists and exhibitionists and we would hardly recognize each other with our clothes on and I've seen Mum and Dad having sex millions of times. I should also add that I'm an only ch_ild.

Fortunately, there was only one glitch. At 5:00 Masha and me left her place and we walked over to the ex-boyfiend's hotel to pick him up. But when he tried to exit the hotel he found the doors locked and there was nobody around to let him out. He continuously rang the bell at the front desk but to no avail so Masha rung the hotel on her cell phone. After about 15 minutes the “24-hour attendant” finally answered the phone and came down from her room to let the ex-boyfiend out.

So we missed the first couple of metro trains that would have taken us to the Sky Bus. But that was no big deal since metro trains come along every 5 minutes. And we managed to avoid the occasional metro cop who would enforce the silly rule about not being able to bring large backpacks on board and we made it to the Sky Bus shortly after 7:00.

Also, Mum taught me how to give handjobs by having me practice on Dad and I've given him countless handjobs through the years and still do every time we get together. And Dad masturbates me by fingering me or rubbing my clitoris. BUT – and that's a big but – that's all we've done together. Dad absolutely knows that I want him to fuck me because I've told him many times that is exactly what I want. But he won't fuck me because he and Mum have said “it is wrong” so I really haven't pursued it lately.

I've always found it interesting – and I'm not sure what to make of it - how some countries have smooth public transportation connections between their city centres and airports and others do not. In modern countries like in Scandinavia, there are trains going right to the airport. Then there are countries that have city-sponsored buses that leave frequently for the airport with low rates. Finally, there are countries like Serbia – and Armenia – where you're on your own and have to get a hotel shuttle or deal with a dodgy cabbie. But Ukraine's Sky Bus is awesome and it only cost about 2 U.S. dollars per person including baggage.

And, oh yeah, Dad and Mum have an xHamster profile here (blocked out) and they know about my account here and they read all my blogs and there are no sexually secrets at all between us. So, I can say all of what I'm about to write to Dad in person to him (and I will) but I thought I'd write it up here for him to read first.

Everything went smooth as silk at the airport. Partially, that's because Masha and me scoped the place out a week earlier to see where everything was. There are private vendors at the airport who run a brisk business of wrapping up a traveler's baggage in cellophane so the airport workers can't get into it and steal stuff. Apparently, pilfering was quite common and some people say it still is. The wrap service only costs 3 U.S. dollars but we didn't opt for it since at some point it all becomes a capitalist gimmick and we've never met a really dishonest Ukrainian.

Okay, Dad, I know we've been through this many times before but I think it's time to take a fresh look. In a way I do get it that you wouldn't have sex with me when I was a young girl although I don't see the distinction about masturbating me but not fucking me. But, anyway, that was then and now I'm a mature 26 year-old woman.

Our flight was with Ukrainian International Airlines (UIA). About 90% of the traffic out of Kyiv runs through that airline so we didn't have much choice. From what I have read, UIA pays off airport officials to keep the near monopoly. Even though many travelers don't have much good to say about this airline's service and pricing, we thought that paying 150 U.S. dollars apiece for our flight was a pretty decent deal.

I told Mum last week that I want so badly for you to fuck me and I asked her if it was okay with her. I would never think of doing anything with you without Mum's permission because she's your wife and I love her as much as I love you. And even though Mum has also said it isn't right for you and me to have sex she just told me that it's okay with her if it is okay with you and I'm sure that by now she's relayed all of that to you.

Our plane had 3 seats scrunched together on each side of the aisle. In total, there are maybe 200 seats but there were only 22 travelers – including us – on the flight. All the same, UIA bunched all of us together in the middle of the plane which was kind of cheesy of them. During the flight one women moved over to an unoccupied window seat but she was mildly scolded by a flight attendant and ordered to get back to her assigned seat. The ex-boyfiend wasn't complaining though as he got an aisle seat and sat next to Masha (yes he kept his hands and his cock to himself).

I guess, Dad, what is bringing this to a head is mostly my pregnancy. I can't tell you in words how special it would be for you and me to make love while I'm with ch_ild. I think maybe it has to do with all the sex you and Mum had when Mum was pregnant with me. Mum says the sex was awesome when she was pregnant and that you enjoyed it even more and I think that created some kind of cosmic sexual bond between the three of us.

I had a window seat and for much of the flight I really enjoyed the views below. We traversed the Black Sea and I saw the occasional freighter ship sailing along the bits of sea ice. In the air I saw a few fighter jets out on exercises and the sight of Turkey's snow covered mountains was to die for. As we descended to the Yerevan airport I spotted Armenia's nuclear power plant that makes about half of the country's electrical energy. This power plant is only 35 kilometers from Yerevan and it lacks a containment building like other nuclear power plants have. So that's pretty scary.

I suppose, Dad, that I also want you to fuck me when I'm pregnant because after splitting up with my boyfriend I'm starting to really crave having a cock inside of me but – as you know – I'm not the type to just go out and get fucked by some guy just because I need it. I know that if I have sex with another man right now it would turn into loving him and I'm not wanting to go there at this point in my life. But having sex with you would be different because I wouldn't fall in that kind of love with you. Maybe when I was in my teens I would have but now would be different.

The Yerevan airport is small but very modern and well laid out. It was a breeze to locate our hotel shuttle cabbie because he was holding up a sign with our names on it. That cab and many other vehicles in Yerevan have the steering wheel on the right side of the car even though people drive on the right side of the road out here. I was reading that beginning in April of 2018 for safety reasons Armenia will be banning the import of these right-hand drive cars. That resulted in a group of angry drivers who organised a protest at Armenia's transportation office. So, I've gone from protests in Kyiv against the Russians to protests about right-hand drive cars – always something to carp about!

And I know, Dad, I get you sexually excited. How else can you explain those erections I've seen you get just from looking at my naked body. Mum says you couldn't keep your cock out of her pussy when she was pregnant and now you have a chance with me. I may only be pregnant one time so this is our golden opportunity.

On the way from the airport to the hotel our cabbie got a speeding ticket though he was hardly going very fast. The deal in Yerevan is that the police call out on a megaphone attached to the police car for the driver to pull over. Then the driver gets out of his car and walks over to the police car and shakes the officer's hand. After pleasantries are exchanged, the ticket is written up and the driver gives cash to the police officer right there and then.

Another thing is you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant. Maybe that was one of your reservations before. Mum and you always told me to just do natural birth control but stuff happens. Now I'm proof of that. But, still, if you don't want to cum in my pussy you can come on my growing tummy or my swelling breasts. Mum told me that's where you loved to cum when she was pregnant.

The ex-boyfiend says that in the United States if a driver walked out of his car and approached the police like our cabbie did then he would be killed on the spot or at least tasered. I guess that shows the value of knowing some of a country's customs before going there. I would hate to have an Armenian travel to America, rent out a car, get pulled over and get shot just for approaching an officer like they do in Armenia.

Dad, if you say yes to me then I'd take a plane home to Melbourne in a minute. We can make love in your old VW van where you smoke dope with Mum and Mum can watch us. I want Mum to watch us. Or, of course, she can join us.

Okay, so the deal on our living arrangement in Armenia until it changes is that all of us are going to be staying in the same hotels except that the ex-boyfiend will have his own room while Masha and me shack up together. The ex-boyfiend has actually been on his best behavior with Masha since his very sexually offensive behavior towards her during the short time he lived with us in Ukraine.

Or maybe you'd like to wait until I am really, really pregnant. Like almost 9 months pregnant. You can nurse on my milky nipples like they are little milk bottles as you did with Mum. You can do anything you want with me, Dad – even anal. Whatever makes you happy will make me happy.

Masha is good with this new living arrangement and she calls it a “detente” between her and the ex-boyfiend. Not only that but Masha is now giving the ex-boyfiend her worn panties each day so he can wank off into them and he's paying her so she can buy replacements. The ex-boyfiend tells me that it really turns him on to know that Masha knows that he's wanking off on her panties. But Masha has told me that she finds it very disgusting but a touch amusing too.

Okay, so you don't have to answer now. Just promise to think about it with an open mind. And no problem at all if you say No. I will totally respect that and I'll love you as much as ever. I'm not saying I'll understand it but I will respect it.

As for my relationship with the ex-boyfiend, the marriage is off but he's still my friend. Almost every day I do something sexual with him so long as he first eats my pussy and he's very good at that. After the oral on me there is no fucking but I give him a choice of some other stuff and that usually means I give him a blowjob, a handjob, fuck him up his butt with a strap-on dildo or pee on his face or cock. If he wants a fuck then he'll have to find an Armenian girl and I'm good with that because I want him to be happy.

But, Dad, you can't blame me for asking you to fuck me. You and Mum always told me from as long ago as I can remember that I should ask for what I want. So I want you and that's what I'm doing. Let's do this, Dad. Fuck me!! I love you !!!!!!