This is a strong statement, but the time I had in Istanbul, Turkey was absolutely amazing. I slept with plenty of women from plenty of different countries and it wasn’t difficult. I know that Turkish people don’t consider themselves Arab, but they are Middle Eastern and Istanbul is full of people from Arab countries. The best part is, they are full of the Arab women who want to break free of their cultures and that is why I would say Istanbul, Turkey the easiest place to bang Arab women in the world. Here is my story from my trip to Istanbul:
Arrival and My First Date in Istanbul, Turkey
As I walked towards Taksim square hours after arriving in Istanbul from Ukraine, I couldn’t help but feel a little paranoid about a terrorist attack. Just months earlier in the very square I was about to meet my Tinder date at, a bomb went off killing five people and wounding 36. I was paranoid, but more excited, I had been dating super hot white girls in Ukraine, but now it was time for some Arab women.
I showed up twenty minutes late to the square and found my date telling off a local guy. She dismissed him and recognized me immediately. This 21 year old Turkish girl was hot, just as hot as her pictures.
“You are late!” she complained.
“I got lost,” I responded with a smile.
A tiny smile crept across her face. “I got approached by like twenty guys.” I had heard about how Turkish guys approach like crazy and I imagine a girl alone in the square could put her in a position to be approached a lot, but twenty times? Even ten times is ridiculous.
I was quickly able to change her mood to happy and laughing at my jokes. We walked down the popular Istiklal street.
“It’s your first day in Turkey, what do you want to do?” she asked.
“Let’s get a drink,” I responded, thinking only about making this girl my Turkish flag.
As we walked I noticed there seemed to be a lot more guys in the street than girls. Coming from Ukraine, where it seems there are more women in the street than men, it was a shock. Then, seeing the Syrian refugee families in the street begging for money, also made me realize I wasn’t in comfy Ukraine anymore.
She took me to a really cool bar that was so well hidden, I never would have found it on my own. As we had a couple beers and talked, I knew this girl was feeling me. Everything was going smoothly until…
“What the fuck are you looking at?” she yelled. Then she started speaking in Turkish.
At first I thought she was talking to me, but I looked over my shoulder and saw she was talking to the guys sitting behind us.
The guys took the tongue lashing and went back to their drinks. “What was that about?” I asked.
“They kept staring and looking at me weird.”
Was this girl just a bitch or do girls have to be bitches to get guys to leave them alone in Turkey? My guess was that it was a little bit of both.
Afterwards, I made the excuse that I needed to check something on my computer and that my (Airbnb) apartment was really close. She agreed too readily and I knew… she wants it. And, as the song goes, if she wants it, you gotta give it to her.
Getting back to my apartment, I found out I had read the situation correctly. It wasn’t long before her clothes were off and I was fucking this hot Turkish girl. This girl had a really pretty face, with the typical Turkish nose, but when her clothes came off her body wasn’t the greatest. There wasn’t any real flaw it was more that, while she wasn’t fat, her body wasn’t at all tight.
Still, the exoticness of this Turkish girl and her beautiful face made for good sex. I had gotten my Turkish flag, hours after arriving; golden touchdown achievement… in a Muslim country. It was the first moment I began realizing that I may have chosen a great location to bang Arab women.
Day 2: Time to Clean Up with Some More Arab Women
The next day I had two dates planned, both with girls I had met on Tinder. I did some exploring beforehand, then met my first date. This girl was tiny, with a so-so face. Her redeeming features seemed to be the two sweater mittens that her jacket couldn’t hide, something rare on such a thin frame.
The date was interesting/more boring because she was studying English and still wasn’t at a very high level. Most of our conversation was done with Google Translate.
“I so sorry my English bad. It OK?” she asked over and over and over again.
This girl liked me, even though we could barely speak. I wanted to close her, but there was a big problem. I was supposed to meet my next date in 30 minutes. My next date was with a Persian girl (Iranian) who was simply hotter than this girl.
“I have to go, but we can meet again another day,” I told her.
We said our goodbyes and I went for the kiss I knew I would get. It got my heart beating and only made me hornier.
“Next time we will watch a movie at my place.”
“Ok,” she agreed and we parted ways.
My next date was so my type. She was another girl with a nice face, but unlike the other girl who had a beautiful bitch face, this girl had a beautiful good girl face. While I loved her look, I guessed this girl would be a virgin and very difficult to sleep with… but, fortunately, things are not always as they would seem.
We went and got a drink together and talked and talked. While we chatted I learned that this Muslim raised girl was not the angel that her persona seemed to imply. This was a girl who moved from Iran to Istanbul to try new things and to live life to the fullest.
She told me about a few of the drugs that she had tried and we had some interesting conversations about sex. She admitted she had only lost her virginity last year, but since that time she had sure been enjoying herself.
After we finished a few drinks, I just walked her back to my house without saying where we were going, and she never asked… she knew.
The next thing you know this girl with this sweet face was beneath me with moans coming from that perfect mouth; I had gotten my Iranian flag.
I honestly liked this girl and I wanted to see her again. We met up the following afternoon and spent the entire day together. It helped that she spoke English quite well and it was interesting to hear all her stories about living in Iran. That night ended up being amazing… we might have done ecstasy, listened to music and had sex aaaaaall night. I can neither confirm nor deny. So far, Arab women were nothing like I had imagined.
The Next Couple Days and More Arab Women
The next day I was dead from my all night sexathon, but I wasn’t about to let it slow me down. I had only 8 or 9 total days in Turkey and i wasn’t about to waste them. I got another Tinder date. Again we ended up going to a bar and getting some drinks. I was starting to get annoyed with the very expensive drinks (Turkey is not expensive, but the drinks are because they tax them so much). But at least it seemed that Arab women, unlike Ukrainian women, believed in paying for their half of the bill.
The talk went well and she basically admitted she wanted to fuck me. It was great because, while she wasn’t as hot as my first two lays, this 20 year old Turkish girl had a great body and not a bad face. I started pushing for her to come back with me and she just laid it out.
“I’m on my period, but it should be done in a few days.”
I played it cool from there and was thankful that she was so honest about it. The worst is taking a girl home with you and finding out she won’t have sex because of her period (or many times I just don’t want to).
The Wild Moroccan Girl
I said goodbye to her with a kiss and hurriedly searched for another date for the night. It wasn’t long before I had one. Now, I would meet a girl from Morocco. She arrived on time and actually looked better in person than she did on Tinder. If I would have known she was this hot, I would have met her earlier.
This Moroccan girl was only 18 years old, she was wearing a shirt that exposed her flat stomach and that was cut low to show off her naturally large breasts.
I was excited about this girl, but things got difficult when I realized she spoke almost no English. I was saved slightly when I learned she spoke some Spanish, although not very well. The rest of our conversations were a mix of English, Spanish and French, but were never very clear.
We got a drink at a bar close by. From there we ended up at a club that seemed to be full of everything but Turkish people. This is where I got to see the craziness that Moroccan girls are actually known for. When my date got drunk she was dancing on tables, stumbling around the club and talking and dancing with every group.
She started dancing with another foreigner guy. I watched as he looked down her low cut top at those big tits. I didn’t care how sexy she was, I wasn’t about to put up with this. I told her I was leaving and walked towards the door. She immediately left the guy and tried to get me to stay.
“I sorry. I sorry. I sorry. Please stay,” she told me.
She promised not to dance with any other guys and told me how much she likes me. She was still pretty crazy the rest of the night, but she only danced with other girls and on some tables, so it was bearable. Fueled by make outs, dirty dancing and imagining this busty girl naked, the night started to fly by and the next thing I knew it was 5 am and the club was closing. I took her by the hand and led her to my apartment.
She seemed OK with going “I just want stay with you.” she told me.
Then… the cock block happened. An Arab guy saw me leaving with her and came to talk to her. They were speaking Arabic, so even though I couldn’t understand them, I could gather a lot from their tone of voice and body language. He was a friend of hers and trying to cock block.
“She is a virgin and needs to go back home. I will take her,” he announced after a minute, this guy was staying in the same hostel she was.
“She wants to go back to the hostel without me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he responded, but from seeing how she clung to me it was obviously a lie.
He tried to lead her away but I put on my sexiest body language and looked her in the eyes. “You won’t come back with me?”
“I want be with you,” she said.
I took her by the hand and started walking. Her friend started following and the two of them argued in Arabic the entire walk to my apartment. She stopped a few times and asked me to come with her to the hostel. I told her I wouldn’t but that she could go, I was going to go home. I was getting sick of fighting for this sexy little Arab girl.
“No. I come.”
Finally, the guy left and I walked my prize to the front door of my apartment. I would finally have her. He had said she was a virgin, but of course he lied about her wanting to leave, he was probably lying about this too. No way a girl this wild could actually be a virgin.
I lay her on the bed and kissed her, slowly stripping off her clothes. Her top came off to reveal tits that were just as good as I had imagined. Big, soft and with a perkiness only an 18 year old could have. Soon after she was sucking me.
Yeah… the blowjob was too good, she couldn’t be a virgin. I switched positions and went to take off her panties… but she resisted.
“I’m a virgin.”
What I thought would be an easy lay, turned into hours of foreplay. This was not a girl that wanted to wait to lose her virginity, but she didn’t make it easy. She ended up staying the night and it wasn’t until the next day that I was finally able to get inside of her take her virginity.
Afterwards I stared at the spot of blood on my bed, wondering how I would clean it before I checked out of the Airbnb. She read my mind and took the sheet off the bed and started cleaning.
I don’t know how it happened, but I started to like this girl. We couldn’t communicate well and I wouldn’t agree to go to a club with her again, but I ended up spending the rest of my trip with her.
I explored the city with her and in between these trips we would go back to my place and I would explore her body. Damn she was sexy. The next thing you know it was the day of my flight to Egypt. It was time to say goodbye to her, to say goodbye to Istanbul and, possibly, to say goodbye to Arab women because I had heard that Egyptian girls were VERY difficult; I would have to see for myself.
It was a sad goodbye and I would miss just being around her, but I’m 20Nation from SwoopTheWorld and swoop the world… I must.
The Last Day, Time for One More Girl?
I had ignored a bunch of girls during all this time with the wild Moroccan virgin, I would say if I stayed another week in Istanbul I would have 5 new notches… but I didn’t.
I had checked out of my Airbnb, but had a few more hours until I needed to go to the airport. I messaged a few of the girls who had been wanting to meet and one agreed to meet for coffee. It was the girl who had been on her period. This time she wasn’t and we found the closest hotel.
I paid for a half day and enjoyed my last moments in, what I would say is… the easiest place in the world to bang Arab women.
My Arab Women Strategy
Day game in Istanbul seemed difficult. Women have their guards up while in the streets because of getting approached so often, so that’s not the best way. Clubs are sausage fests, at least in comparison to Ukrainian clubs. Tinder, however seemed to work like a charm. The girls wouldn’t throw themselves at me, but when I would joke around with them in the chat, they would almost always agree to meet.
The Danger of Terrorism in Istanbul
There is a danger aspect in Turkey and especially in Istanbul. So there is the question: Are the Arab women worth it? I would say an overwhelming yes, but that’s something you will have to decide for yourself.
Next stop… Egypt: Can Foreigners Sleep with Egyptian Women? My Trip to Cairo, Egypt
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