I spent many years of my youth in North America, this included my teenage years.

Living in Europe I can see some distinct differences between not only the 'kids' but also teenagers and especially the women.

Let us be frank. European women know how to dress. They are fashionable. Period. Also, they know how to take a fucking compliment based upon how they look without the American-styled feminist bullshit of being offended. Honestly, the p.c. shit is so exhausting it will make the world mute.

If you want to dress sexy be prepared for stares and compliments. Period.  

If you want to dress like a slut be prepared for stares, the whistles....  

So, what I am trying to say is that I really like walking the streets or going to the office. The women are dressed nicely and smell usually intoxicating. 

I don't think I have a dirty mind exactly, but what I do have is the same 3 questions in my head everytime a see a beautifully dressed woman.

1. when last did she have sex?

2. is she shaved, trimmed, or bushy?

3. how does her pussy taste?

Never acted out, but I can't stop thinking those questions when I see an attractive woman.

In 2015 I was teaching in the Czech Republic. Let me be honest, Czech women are so beautiful. I fell into lust-love with two women, one who was actually from Georgia. She "got into my blood". I wanted to kiss every part of her body and make sweat long love to her!

The other student was the perfect combination of sexy smart and sassy. So turned on by her black rimmed glasses, stockings and Chanel perfume. 

In 2014, while in Slovakia there was this a thin blond chick. I usually don't go for these women. I love brunettes and redheads...but she was so damn sexy and flirty. She knew she was beautiful, accepted it, and recepocated.  

In 2012 I was in Vilnius, Lithuania. Walking down the street and this gorgeous brunette in a red dress walks passed me. We made eye contact. I so wanted to turn right around, go back to her, ask her name and perhaps a drink....then??

In 2011, in Slovakia, I was part of the state exam committee that determined if students passed and could graduate with their degree. Sexy girls. Former student. Lacy white dress, white high heels. As she crossed her legs in the chair to begin her answer she flashed the white panties. Just like the Basic Instinct scene though she had her knickers on, unfortunatley. I know she did it on purpose. Should I even say it....she passed her exam.

In 2009 I was in Bulgaria. There was this student in my class. Perhaps sexually inexperienced (virgin?). There was a palpatile sexual energy between us. She had the most gorgeous black curled hair. I was too concerned with not losing my job so I didn't act, but one afternoon with her looks and the unspoken energy was almost you can have me....I still fantasize the "what if"

A student party in 2008 placed me outside the club at 2am with a student kissing and touching. She let me touch her breasts and ass and though I really would have liked to have her suck my cock I was too sober (not drunk enough) to realize that she was totally piss-drunk...not a turn on for me. But every time I hear Nelly Furtado "Say It Right" (You Don't Mean Nothing At All), that sweat lovely woman flashes in my mind and the 3 month fantasy of "what if"

From 2008-2014 I shared an office with what now we call a MILF. I was stupid in these terms back then and didn't know it when were shared that common office space. But, damn. Married with kids. One time we actually had a discussion on infidilty and asked opinion of "affairs". Again, I was a bit naive and also too damn worried I would lose my job to act on it, but during the period of 2010-2013 she had a kind of sexual awakening, dressing a bit more provocatively. Often I was able to get nice downblouse glance(s) and once lucky to see her white panties inside brown stockings as she crossed her legs.  

In 2007 I was in Slovakia. There was this recently divorced mom. Big flirt. The most stunning eyes I have ever seen. She liked to wear jeans and brown boots. You know, the type...riding boots. Her British accented English provided a lot of fantasy in my head.

Summer of 2003 I had my first British woman. Her coconut showergel, the sun-scented strawberry blond hair. Her lovely and neatly trimmed, but full bush and tits remind me often of my youth anytime I met someone named Rebekah or hear the name. From the songs she danced in her panties to to those high boots she sometimes wore to the office to that wonderful, funny and sexy first night well, i wont need this anymore (as she took off her bra). 

I would be remiss if I did not include my ex-wife here. Yes, the bitch broke my heart. Yes, I am still processing a lot of hurt. But, she was my first true love. She was and remains beautiful so I include her out of respect, appreciation, and those nights of lonliness when I wank to some memories.

It was Christmas 2001.  We had sex for the first time. Took a shower after we came back from a night walk. She wore black high boots... Nicely scented shower soap. Her round and large breasts and hard nipples as I held her in an embrace from behind, soaping her, caressing her....to her full bush (she only really started trimming after we got married). This i think was part of her personal self-confidence issue with her sexuality. The raw sexual energy and slickness of her pussy and how she tasted. OMG. 

Beautiful memories b4 it all went to hell.