Hello chaps, I was dating my Tartar-tart for quite a few months, she managed to weasel a small fortune out of me in meals around Kensington, not to mention trips around the country & general driving. Unfortunately the sex life was diabolical, she demanded missionary & refused to oblige me in any way. I think the only positive aspect was that she had friends in some very distinguished circles & was the daughter of a Major & the granddaughter of a Russian General. With that in mind, I must be one of the few chaps West of Checkpoint Charlie to have given a hoop dhobi to the granddaughter of a Russian General. Alas it was not to be, & after a heated & drunken argument via the phone she hung up on me & that was the last of her. Therefore, I may conclude that Russian girlies are none but trouble. This weekend I experimented with âa little Danishâ, I must confess Iâm not a big pastry fan, but I think after last nights exploits I could well be a convert. I met the young lady at 2100, her podgy German friend who looked distinctly like an operatic Helga & was only missing a winged helmet decided to ply us both with vodka shots. After a short while we were both sufficiently dazed & after an abortive attempt to go out clubbing we ended up back at her place. The beast with two backs soon emerged as we delved into some rather depraved antics, this being a mere 3 hours after my first acquaintance with the young lady & a new record for me, a slight improvement over the month+ of seducing the Russian! Unfortunately she forgot to close her blinds & as her bed was in a bay window & close to the road there were a number of occasions when we played for the audience of drunken vagrants making their way home. The highlight of the eveningâs activities was when she suggested a lateral move to the bathroom. I ended up with her in the shower & bent over the end of the bath, her nubile bum raised & perky cheeks splayed as I stuffed my throbber as far as humanly possible up her ricker. I havenât had this sort of fun since my business with the lawyer girl & even then she was a chubbo! This sort of thing was on a different scale altogether as the Danish girl was skinny with the whole good-looking high cheekbone thing, she was so composed she didnât even fart as I pulled out. I still havenât recovered sufficiently to give an accurate account, but there can be no doubt in my mind that the Scandinavians are a credit to the loving art of unnatural copulation. Have any of you chaps had the honour of a Danish lady? Are there any others more perverted in Europe? Yours &c. ~D.C.