Tom Torero - Torero Travels

Torero Travels

Tom Torero

To my travelling compadres.

Heres to licking the lid of life ;)

Copyright Tom Torero, London, 2014

Formatted for Kindle 2016

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied or republished in print or electronically without the authors express permission. Contact Tom: tom@tomtorero.com

Preface:

25 countries, 31 cities, 98 flights, 30 notches, 100s of fuck-ups and a handful of punch-ups over the course of sixteen months.

From the Italian Alps to a boat down the Nile. A bus across Canada to the bling of Las Vegas Casinos. The Midsummer of Sweden to the Midwinter of Moscow. The souks of Istanbul to the party boats of Belgrade. Sydney Harbour to Prague Castle. Bicycles through Paris and rogue taxis through Ukraine. The Empire State Building to the canals of Amsterdam. Heres my Not-So-Lonely-Planet account of daygame adventures around the world.

This is not a sex tourist guide. Paying for a lay was out of the question. As was splashing my cash or flashing my passport. Meeting and attracting girls during the day in cities across the world needs nothing but balls, directness, cheekiness and the shirt on your back. If I did it, you can do it too.

Unplug from the matrix, sit back and enjoy the on-board entertainment. Cabin crew, prepare for take-off....

Tom Torero

New York, November 2013

Table of Contents

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Prologue

Like clouds cross skies...we cross, criss-cross and recross our old tracks like figure skaters David Mitchell

A half empty cinema in a shiny Moscow shopping mall, mid afternoon in sub-zero November. Lights down and curtain up. Ive got my arm around the hot Russian blonde girl next to me. Its our second date, Soviet-era style. 18 years old, a student at university, shes snuggled into me and smells of vanilla.

Cue the movie James Bond and Miss Moneypenny are chasing a mercenary on motorbikes through the crowded markets of Istanbul. The film has been edited for Russian audiences to include more fighting and less dialogue. Adeles 007 Skyfall theme tune kicks in as Bond falls into the turbulent river from a speeding train and I lean in to kiss my date.

Shes all over me, making out like a vacuum cleaner and revealing how sexually inexperienced she is. Were sitting right at the back in the upper corner of the cinema. Theres a couple next to us the guys throwing popcorn at the MI6 agents on the screen and shouting Russian insults. His girlfriend is talking loudly on her phone.

Nobody notices or cares as I slip my hand down my girls top and she puts her hand on my crotch. I kiss her neck, pull her hair and undo the top buttons on her shirt to lick her hard nipples. She unzips my jeans and I put a coat around her as she starts to suck me off.

By now, Bonds in a bar in Thailand looking battered and bruised. MI6 is getting blown up in London. I push my hand up my girls skirt and into her tights. Shes soaking wet as I finger her. I try to get her to sit on top of me but she resists. Not here! she says with a shy smile.

Bond has changed places again, now in Macau where hes miles up in a neon skyscraper hunting an assassin. The fat guy next to us has fallen asleep while his girl is watching Youtube clips of a Russian soap opera on her mobile and laughing erratically.

My girl is back to sucking my dick and I finger her until she cums underneath the coat on her lap. She shudders as I lick her exposed tits and she gasps in Russian.

By the time Bond is fighting for his life in the films Scottish conclusion, Im cumming in her mouth. The Skyfall theme tunes kicks back in as if on cue, and she swallows.

We walk out of the cinema wrapped around each other, fighting against the sharp snowflakes of a Russian winter. I put her on the metro nearby and head back home. Four days previously wed met when I stopped her in a shopping centre on the other side of the city and told her I found her attractive. Shed told me that the 15 year age gap between us turned her on, as did the directness of the approach. Two days later wed fuck like rabbits in the apartment I was renting as heavy snow fell outside, entombing the city. She told her mum she was at a friends, doing her homework.

Over the next year this kind of story was going to happen to me a lot. Unplugged from the social matrix of a job, mortgage and a steady girlfriend, I would travel the world in search of fucks and freedom a wandering nomad lifting the lid on a lifestyle that didnt play by the rules.

Chapter 1 Travel Origins

Travel had always been in my blood. With my older sister and parents Id go on holiday as a child twice a year, to the beaches in West Wales or camping in France. My dad introduced the family to the joys of winter ski holidays in the Alps, where I felt the grand scale of nature for the first time looking out at the glistening 4000m peaks.

In my first year of university I undertook my pioneering solo holiday abroad, backpacking around the Greek Islands after flying into Athens and catching a ferry from Piraeus. This was years before learning Game so it was about adventure rather than girls.

I remember a sudden feeling of panic as I entered the airport in London with only a small rucksack on my back. It was exactly the same feeling as approaching a hot girl for the first time on the street. The fear of the unknown. The cutting of the umbilical cord between yourself and society.

The Greek Islands were hypnotic white sugar-cube houses perched above an aquamarine sea, happy donkeys and unreal sunsets. I felt somehow lighter, free from my claustrophobic life at Oxford. For the first time I realised that travel could work as an immediate treatment for depression by reawakening the senses.