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My Story

Hey there. I’m Violetta...

Lemme tell you a bit (okay, a lot) about myself.

I love talking about me.I’m Ukrainian, from Odessa — from a village called Oniskovo.I did middle school and college in Odessa. Then I met my first mark in Turkey, Selim Güven—he brought me to Turkey… we even had a sort of engagement… but we never had a wedding for three years, for some reason. I wore him out with my crazy behavior. After a million breakups and makeups my new friends, Turkmen Tavus Agayeva and Azerbaijani Nigar (Saida) Alieva, pretty much stole me away from Selim.

Even Juliette's breast could not do anything with that.

Back in Ukraine I’d already gotten into the habit of bringing men home, and I even cheated at his place a few times. I thought Selim didn’t know, but in a message in February 2024 he said he knew everything… too late now.

After Tavus and Nigar dragged me away from Selim with all that drama, we started living large. Both my friends, because of what they do, would find me guys and I’d take their money while fucking them. We were making bank — Bodrum, Göcek… Sapanca trips…

some guys would take me on trips…

I kept making men happy.

And some nights with powder… I sniff powder… guys sniff me…

Once they even brought a special narcotic pill from the Netherlands — we went two nights without sleep serving clients.

Sometimes I was fucking Selim again under the “let’s get back together” story.

Then, to have some official-looking job on the books, Tavus helped me get settled in Dr. Berkay Çaytemel’s office. That’s when I met Kadir Dilber… he put me into a religious marriage… but do I stop? Hell no — habit’s a habit. The more I fucked, the more money.

And sometimes Doctor Berkay also hits on me… He had a small kid, and he keeps inviting me over with ‘could you look after the baby’ requests… He constantly sends pictures of the poor dad with the child.

Parties kept going.Around then I met one “naive” guy — you’ll see why I call him that.

I told him straight up:

I do sex work for money.

At our first meeting he told me his terms: I’m to be only with him. He doesn’t ask for love, but he wants loyalty, understanding, and honesty.

I agreed right away… He took me as 4th wife with nikah (islamic marriage). even if those three words didn’t mean much to me… I promised I wouldn’t be with anyone else.We made the deal. First night he gave me a ring, a necklace, and the latest iPhone — I was shocked, jumping for joy. And we were traveling abroad together. While we had the very first sex I gave fake “oh-oh” orgasm noises like a pro… I thought I was professional, but later he said he knew I was faking.

There was no lovey-dovey stuff with the guy - we agreed it was just paid sex. But from day one I totally messed with his head with my “I love u so much” stories. I slowly made him fall in love with me.

Time passed… but habits die hard — on the first client call I jumped on a plane and spent a day in Mardin: had fun, entertained, came back. Of course my naive guy didn’t know.

A little later Tavus’s clients called us to Göcek for a birthday party gig… we hopped on a plane and went, came back; we partied on a yacht till morning. I lied, said I was at work… which wasn’t completely false — I was working.

Once you get used to it, there’s no stopping: calls, invites… I’d sneak off to please clients and come back. Sometimes he couldn’t reach me all night — and sometimes I’d go with Tavus to entertain Turkmen diplomats.

One time Suleyman called — an old client — asking if he could take me to Thailand and fuck me. Usually I’d go even for a day, but Thailand is far and I couldn’t figure how to explain it, so I said no. I asked Tavus if she wanted to go; she said no, couldn’t explain a long trip to Tahsin or Umut. 

Sometimes I felt guilty.

One day I told my guy: “I talked with Tavus — I’m not doing that stuff anymore. Berkay’s salary and what you give me is enough.” He freaked: “You were still doing it? Didn’t you swear loyalty?” I said, “I did, but I still serving other men…”Anyway he forgave me after I promised it wouldn’t happen again — but he still doesn’t know about Göcek and out-of-town trips.

Time rolled on and it went sideways again… Tavus’s people called us back to Göcek, and we couldn’t resist — hopped on a plane, went, entertained the guys, came back. Meanwhile Tavus was messing with some other naive guy — a boy called Umut — sleeping around with him and Tahsin Tufan, and still going on client trips. Her naive guy showers her with money — he doesn’t know the truth. There was even another guy. Tavus was one of the girls in his harem. He used to fuck anything that moved… in the end she left him when she found her Umut.

Of course my naive one is still clueless.

My birthday’s July 21. My mom came from Ukraine.That very day an old client who owns a Maserati called: “I wanna fuck you.” I held back because my mom was there — I apologized and promised to make it up. As an apology I arranged two other hooker girls for him and sent them. While my naive was sweating picking a restaurant and arranging an expensive gift to celebrate my birthday, I was busy entertaining another guy’s dick.

What can I say — I can’t forget the thrill.

When my mom left, my guy took me to Bodrum and punished me properly — by fucking me good.

What can I do? I’m a village girl. When I see a fancy car I can’t resist… I give it up. Sometimes I even ride in luxury sports cars without money, just for the ride. What do I lose from one fuck?

All year long I couldn’t stop praising one Selim, then my Ivan, then Kadir, and other old clients. The guy put up with it. Once, during an argument I told him straight up: “I loved all the dozens of men who fucked me. They all fucked me well.

Also, I was crazy about how he performed in bed — I couldn’t give that up.

And my house never lacked flowers.

He always sent the most romantic, deepest love letters.

Not a month goes by without a gift — he spoils me.

Then an old client from Switzerland asked, “Can I fuck you one night?” I said okay, but insisted on a nice dinner first. We went to a Greek restaurant… well, you can imagine the rest.

When I first met my naive, I told him I wanted breast implants — he, out of love, agreed without thinking; my breasts had sagged from all the playing and strange fantasies clients had done to them.He pulled out the cash and gave it to me — I went and got new breasts.They came out nice — I’ll show you someday. I would’ve shown them sooner but my naive is strict about that — he even had my naked videos I’d shot at Selim’s house removed from YouTube.

With the new tits I started advertising myself left and right… lots of old clients wanted me again. But I didn’t stop sleeping with my “husband” Kadir Dilber — he fucked me all summer so I could make money to replace a lost necklace — of course I couldn’t tell my naive about that then.When my new tits were ready I sent pics straight to Kadir to get his opinion — he liked them. After all, he’s my “husband.”

Once my naive asked, “Can you make dinner?” — well, ukrainians think of borscht first — so I made it. It turned out good. He ate a little and was going somewhere later, so to avoid wasting leftovers I invited Kadir over at night.

He’d given me his credit card anyway — I spend on it, he fucks me; I use it, he fucks me — what a life.

I even bought a washing machine on Kadir’s card… but I made my naive pay the installments — what a beautiful life.

My naive loves me like crazy — gifts, flowers, romantic letters… I like it a lot. But I’m going back and forth with Kadir — when I went to France to see Nigar I wanted to ask her who I should pick. Until I decide I’ll keep both — and others too — because my favorite motto is: “life’s better when you share,” and I share myself.

One day my naive somehow found out we’d been to Göcek.At first I lashed out — “how could you think that of me?” — but then I backed down because truth tends to come out. I apologized a thousand times and promised again I wouldn’t do anything without telling him — so we closed it.

Then came the day the whole thing blew up.I’d promised him he could look at my phone whenever he wanted; I even gave him the password. I figured he wouldn’t. But somehow I messed up — he got suspicious and in the middle of the night he dug through all my messages and calls.

An interesting picture came out… During the time I was fucking Kadir I’d written to Selim that I still loved him and couldn’t forget him. While I was with my naive I was talking to Kadir about my love for him… especially messages where I called Kadir and asked him to come fuck me — the naked pictures I’d sent, calling him “my husband,” “my love,” “my one and only”… “I miss you,” “I want you,” “I can’t be without you” — he found all that. He also found out I’d invited Kadir over for dinner — imagine it: I’m in a mountain cabin making out with him and texting Kadir. He read everything… made copies of it all… and then, quietly, left the house without hurting me. At the door I clung to his neck and screamed: “why did you touch my phone?” After some pushing and shoving he left.

I was calm — I’ve got plenty of men…

But one or two days later I started missing him. \

Where else would I find such a naive? I begged him, called, apologized, told him everything I just told you — about the summer with Kadir, about the necklace and everything.Finally I somehow convinced him to stay with me, begging and apologizing.Until then I was nagging and noisy — that month I was quiet as a mouse, no caprices, obedient.

Then Nigar’s brother Mamiko, came to to Istanbul with his mistress, who is married to another ukrainian girl… he could’ve stayed at the hotel but came to my place, and my naive didn’t like that — he said, “they’re definitely planning something.” I argued.But he was right. Nigar called and said, “Can my brother fuck you once? Please, Viola,. Why dont you try once?” Of course I said no — cause my naive was on speaker and listening. Nigar tried to say “he’s not a stranger” — like that made it okay. My man didnt like her.. now hates her totally..

Think about it — she is asking me to fuck her married brother who is in my house with his mistress, even though she knows I am married according to islam.

What kind of moral do you have for that?

Anyway, I behaved for a month. Then I started nagging my guy again, pushing him, asking why he wasn’t doing things, why he didn’t write love letters, why this, why that… all while I’d cheated on him with like seven men over seven months. Basically I stabbed him in the back for months and then kicked the man lying on the floor: “why aren’t you getting up?”

By the way, I bought an apartment on installments: I made the down payment myself with the money I’d earned “working” that summer, but I got his promise to pay me back and put the monthly payments on him. He accepted because he loved me.

And still the gifts and flowers kept coming — he was head over heels.\

Then I went to France to see Nigar and accidentally forwarded my neighbor Ebru Ikiz’s message to him.What message? The neighbor complained that some of the men I bring were having loud sex and asked “please don’t be loud when fucking each other.” When he read it he went off again — he already suspected people were coming because he’s not the noisy type. Somehow we got past that too.…It was his birthday and he came home. I met him at the door wearing the sexy outfit I used to put on clients for fantasies. He was surprised. I tried to trick him, saying “I bought this for you last year” — why would he believe it? “Why are you showing me something you bought last year?” No logical explanation. But he was used to me, didn’t make a big scene. He stripped that outfit off me — the same one dozens of clients had used — and fucked me good.

Then a few days later, while tidying up, I left used sex lubricants bottles out from clients. He came in and found them — how many empty lube bottles?

I can’t even remember number of the men I used those bottles with: 10, 15 or 20…

The fight started. I threatened to call the police and kicked him out of the house.

Before, when I told him to go he’d go, then I’d cry asking why he left. This time he said, “I’m not leaving” — so I threatened to call the police… peak instability.

We’ve been fighting since that day.And now we’ve split.Why? I know he still loves me, but he was having a rough patch: business sucked. What do I do with a man who has no money?

But the real reason — Bingo — I found another potential financier. I found a jeweler named Fatih; I became friends with his daughter Yudum. We took our first trip abroad together to France — no drama, no sex for now.

Him or his son, at least a good employee with money... once I fuck... noone can leave me. If needed, I’ll wreck their home — it’s not the first time. (I tore apart my ex-naive’s family; he ended up on the street.) That’s what I thought — but the guy didn’t take the bait… so I didn’t start working there.

Later, through some friends, I started working at DünyaGöz Hospital. The clientele is high level… I figured I’d catch either a client or someone from management. They immediately introduced me to someone there… he had money, but after two or three dates I didn’t like his d**k… And this guy wanted to take me to Dubai first, then to America… I didn’t want to go. My market is better in Turkey anyway… When Turkish men see us Ukrainian girls, they practically drool. Now I’m looking for someone richer and more powerful

So... Tavern clients…Bank clerk…Businessman…Now I upgraded  — I’m constantly leveling up.

Because I’m a professional! (so much that I can understand what a man ate from his sperm taste...well, when things had to be rushed in parking lots, I swallowed quite a bit of it, you know…)

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P.S. I am publishing this confession , because that man has the copies of the all messages of all above story... so I publish myself before he does it in somewhere else.. and soon if you find my messages published dont be surprised. or even I will publish them myself.

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