Monthly Archives: July 2015

I am tired of these long journeys for now

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I am tired of these long journeys for now: my next trip will be to Brussels only. I have enjoyed the beautiful rolls in the station, drinking in the Orient Express, enjoying Beatrice in the street, the brief glimpses of Ina in Fifth Avenue, the window girls of Rue d’Aerschot, the good videos in Sexyworld, the films in Ciné Paris, the chicken & chips in Lunch Factory. In Berlin? I enjoyed sitting in Monte Carlo, and the hotel receptionist; but that is it really. Not enough to go back for any time soon, when it takes me so long to get to. I will return to Vienna before the end of the year I expect. Eurostars are quite a bit more cramped than ICEs. I wonder if the new German-built Siemens trains will be more spacious when they come into service. The journey on Eurostar does, however, seem incredibly quick after those long train journeys across Europe I am now becoming used to! I can’t wait to get back to Brussels to be honest. It it so quick & easy to get to I can come back on my next days off perhaps, for two nights stay and coming back late on the last day.

The conclusion of this trip to Berlin

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The conclusion of this trip to Berlin, with a 1-night stopover in Brussels on the way there and again on the way back is: wish I’d spent more time in Brussels. I had a nice time in Berlin but not enough to go back for, any time soon. The best memories of Berlin: the gorgeous brunette receptionist who checked me in, Frl ——. The free little hand massage the blonde Turkish girl gave me in Monte Carlo when she saw my cock was already up & out. The unexpected prettiness of Jessie in Monte Carlo. The sexiness of Andrea in Ciro. The best memories of this trip to Brussels: the real sexiness of Beatrice on Thursday night. How much I enjoyed the Ciné Paris films on both nights. The way Ina stood out in a light of her own at Fifth Avenue. The quality of the Sexyworld kabin films, perfect preparation for starting your look at the windows. How much nicer it is to drink in the Orient Express rather than Ibis bar. How Stella just makes me feel soporific but the Jupiler and Maes seems to give me the fire in the blood that I want from beer. It is the same with the Berliner Pilsener I drank in the Berlin hotel, it just makes me soporific. The same with the Zipfers in my Vienna hotel. I don’t know why some beers send me into a soporific stupor and others put a fire in my blood. Maybe just the coldness they are served at? I prefer the bars that serve their beer ice cold? Is that all? My Eurostar starts to pull away. Another really grey Brussels day. A real, grey, rainy depression settled on Europe for the whole 6 days I was away—strange to have SIX DAYS of grey raininess in July—but of course I was very grateful for it. Just spots of rain on the Eurostar window even now. I always think I do affect the weather and the huge metaphorical cloud and pressure hanging over my head since the morning I left home manifested itself in the bizarre 6-day rainy depression over the whole of Europe. I note the forecast for Brussels tomorrow is very hot & sunny again, now that I have gone.

0047 I am back at Midi and come for my chicken & chips

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0047 I am back at Midi and come for my chicken & chips. I had a large Stella in Ibis (which made me soporific—same as the Berliner Pilseners and Vienna Zipfers), and a couple of small Jupilers in L’Orient Express followed by two vodkas, then rushed up to Ciné Paris. They close at 11, which is good to know. One OK film downstairs, then walked along Rue des Commercants to Fifth Avenue more for somewhere to have another drink more than anything else. Had two Maes here but the thrill was sexy Ina in a black backless trouser suit, fitted to her voluptuous arse like a second skin. She has “the fresh bloom of sexuality” on her; like a flower that has just opened. I think she opened a long time ago, but she still maintains the impression of only just opening. It is a quality that can’t be faked, manufactured or mistaken. She is the Maria Schneider of Fifth Avenue, and only Andrea can compete with her, but she has not been around for a while. From Fifth straight up to Rue d’Aerschot. There was no one in the windows that blew my mind this time, so I spent more time watching the good videos in Sexyworld. I got a metro back after 12. Looking at the signal boards I notice the last train seems to be around 0045.

You know I always complain bitterly in London

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You know I always complain bitterly in London, f–king traffic lights every 50 yards; f–king stupid; but in Brussels you see the reality of what a lack of traffic lights is like, and it is a mind-blowing sight. I am actually in shock that in all these years of coming to Brussels I have NEVER seen a traffic accident—cars, bikes or pedestrians.

Another grey rainy Berlin day

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Another grey rainy Berlin day. 0946 on the train back to Koln and Brussels. An erection all the way, thinking of the nice erotic moments I had in Berlin and those still to come on my one night back in Brussels. Christ, I am so turned on, on this train to Brussels. A really grey rainy day. Hard to believe this is summer. On the way to Bielefeld now. 1155 only. Still another 5½ hours till we arrive in Brussels. 1205. We get to Koln 1409. We just passed the big Kaiser Wilhelm statue on the hill by Minden. Now I regret I didn’t let Vanessa give me a handjob while I took out her massive breasts, and then finished off by f–king Jessie at the side. Christ, Andrea’s body felt good in my hands; her gorgeous arse, her breasts, her thighs, her pussy. I have had so many good erotic moments on this trip; and even when back in my room I was turned on constantly, my cock permanently hard. Just 1 hour 20 minutes to go till Koln now. Grab a roll then 2 hours 50 minutes in to Brussels. I am desperate to resume now. I cannot remember the last time I felt as constantly aroused as this.

I walked all the way to Berlin Erotic Point only to see them pulling the shutters down as I got there

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I walked all the way to Berlin Erotic Point only to see them pulling the shutters down as I got there. There was no point going on to Monte Carlo without getting turned on first, so I just turned around and headed back. Once again I found my way there so straightforwardly and found my way back so straightforwardly so no idea how I could ever get lost. I walked past my hotel and kept on going for Mazurka (where I had such a legendary time with Olga & Alla in 2006, though no written record seems to exist of it anywhere in my books or notes). I had heard it had closed and indeed I could see no trace of it. I vowed never to set foot in Ciro again but in I went. 20 euros, 2 free drinks. A very pretty brunette Romanian came to me and wouldn’t take no for an answer, but she was so pretty, and let me touch her all over, and was touching me so I at least bought her a 15 euro cocktail and left her another 15 euros in cash for being sweet. An hour in a room would have cost me 300, half an hour 200, 15 minutes 150 but for that there is just dancing and strip, no sex! I think I was there for an hour and in that time just 2 girls got up and did a little topless dance on the stage. If they had constant dancing and lowered their prices I think they would do much better.

Can you believe after one night in Brussels and four nights in Berlin I’ve not seen one single music video

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Can you believe after one night in Brussels, and four nights in Berlin, I’ve not seen one single music video. All that fantastic Belgian, French and German pop music I am completely missing out on. It is a crying shame. And music forms such a strong part of your memories of a holiday (or anything); yet I go home with no musical memories whatsoever. It is really so stupid; I don’t know why nobody else feels this loss as I do. You can watch German music on YouTube but IT IS NOT THE SAME! I want to turn on my TV and be surprised by great German music by great German bands I have never heard of! This used to be one of the greatest joys of travelling for me.

The number of couples I see here in the hotel bar

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The number of couples I see here in the hotel bar, and they sit there for an hour or so, and never exchange a single word with each other. Just eventually they quietly get up and leave together in the same silence they had sat. If only me & my wife could have had this kind of relationship. It does seem rather sad, but one presumes they are happy? I remember an American couple I saw in the Porcupine one day. The man was keenly looking through his London maps and his museum guides, playing his next visit, but next to him his wife just sat there with shoulders slumped, staring into space, wondering what happened to her life. Our eyes met a few times; she was pretty and curvy and I felt quite hungry for her. She looked like the schoolmaster’s wife in If who cures her boredom by walking around the school stark naked; and like the Girl at the Bar of the Folies Bergeres.

The Rosa Lux kino had less videos than they used to

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The Rosa Lux kino had less videos than they used to; but the Shione Cooper one was good enough to make it worthwhile. Straight there and straight back. I feel so tired and saturated with drink I had planned to stay in tonight; but I got so turned on in my room, I felt suddenly desperate to return to BEC and Monte Carlo! If this is my last night in Berlin for a very long time, as I think it will be, I cannot spend it quietly in bed doing nothing. Still, this late 10pm beer tastes almost poisonous to me now. My body and mind is crying out: let me go to bed. Only my penis is saying no, let us go one last time to Stuttgarter Platz. I may even try just going to BEC, and then see how I feel there. I can always come straight back from there if not in the mood. After all a visit to Monte Carlo will only set me back a further 10 euros, no more.

As I get older I do not “improve”

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As I get older, I do not “improve” i.e. become more mature, more of a “family man”. On the contrary I become purer me. That means MORE scopophiliac, MORE priapic, MORE provocative. As I get older all that happens is I become less & less ashamed of my tastes and behaviour, and indulge them more purely than ever. I simply cannot understand women who want children, and men who want children. I simply have a completely different mindset to them. Why on earth would you want to destroy your freedom by having children? I still feel I want to be free to sow my “wild oats”. I cannot imagine a time when I DON’T want to sow my “wild oats”.

So there is just enough to get me to come back to Berlin one day

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So there is just enough to get me to come back to Berlin one day, but it will be at least a year. Brussels I find more enjoyable and closer and cheaper. Vienna will be on the radar before Berlin will be. No, the Caligula happy hour is still 89 euros (rather than 109); would rather save the money for Brussels. So nothing today except Rosa Luxemburg Strasse kino then . I cannot even be bothered to go to the site of Hitler’s bunker now. Or Zahringerstrasse where Anita Berber lived. I’ve become so lazy.

Still trying to piece together the events (uneventful) of last night

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Still trying to piece together the events (uneventful) of last night. Let me try again. I must have left the bar around midnight and walked with no enthusiasm towards Stuttgarter Platz. This time I was very careful to record which turnings I was taking to try to work out how I went so spectacularly wrong last time (and the time before that a year ago). I came round Olivaer Platz as usual, crossed Leibnizstrasse, rounded the corner of Ku’damm, and then turned up Clausewitzstrasse. This brings you to a little tiny star junction and I turned up Griesebrechstrasse. After a few steps, I realised this was wrong, so went back and turned up Sybelstrasse instead. Sure enough this straightaway brought me to Berlin Erotic Point. This is one thing I have been doing wrong then, though it cannot fully explain the extent of my madness previously. The kabins were not bad certainly, they have a menu button which makes all the difference. I could have stayed longer but the manager was banging on the door saying he wanted to close. Up to Bon Bon, Monte Carlo and Sissi, so simply so straightforward—how could I ever have got lost? Jessy, as I say, a surprisingly beautiful brunette in Monte Carlo. The girl in the porn film on the screen reminded me so much of the hotel receptionist and that is what detained me for quite a while. Next door to Sissi Bar and Lily there again, who with her huge voluptuousness and brown hair again reminded me of hotel receptionist, so I stayed with her for a while, though it was one of those miserable episodes where even as you are taking your clothes off you want to change your mind, but now have to go through with it. Imagining it was the hotel girl made it better. From there the long walk back to Zoo McDonald’s and then the walk in the rain back to the hotel.

It is true I have never tried Artemis, La Folie and a few other places

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It is true I have never tried Artemis, La Folie and a few other places; on a future visit I can perhaps be more adventurous but I did not feel like it this time. Not seen a single sexy girl on this trip to Berlin, though to be fair I have hardly been outside the door except very late. The hotel receptionist was the one great beauty of this stay. I will try to drink a lot now as I will not go out tonight. Oh was there something about a “happy hour” at Caligula? Before 3 I think. I will check.

So I think the result is no there is no point returning to Berlin

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So I think the result is no, there is no point returning to Berlin. Sissi Bar, Monte Carlo, Club 77, Bon Bon all still remain at least. In Sissi there seems only ever one girl on duty; Monte Carlo has at least 6 girls on and last night a very attractive Bulgarian brunette Jessy. I was actually shocked how pretty she was. Club 77 around 6-8 girls, Bon Bon I saw 4 I think. There was one other man in Monte Carlo when I arrived, which actually made it seem busy, as usually I am on my own. In Bon Bon there was a group of 5 men at the far end, so glad that took the attention off of me. 20 euros to get in with one free drink. Bon Bon is unique in that the girl starts dancing on the stage near the door then walks all along the silver bar to the stage at the other end, collecting “dollars” all the while. But there was not enough to detain me in any of them, so I would not come back to Berlin for them. King George was not for me. I think it will be at least a year before I ever consider coming back to Berlin.

With or Without You on the hotel bar radio

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With or Without You on the hotel bar radio. What a timeless classic that is. Some Chinese man just walked in and asked me for a Berliner (beer) please. This is how much I appear to belong here. The barman greeted me by name and “You are well known now!” With typical stupidity I saved the Alte National Gallery for today (Monday) as I did not want to go on the weekend when it will be too busy; only as I picked my bag up to leave my room just now I suddenly realised it is probably closed on Monday, and sure enough it is! Haha, the one cultural thing I wanted to do on this holiday and it is now impossible. I will head for the Rosa Luxemburg Strasse sex kino instead, and maybe look for the site of Hitler’s bunker. Raining gently again today, third day in a row. I have been very lucky in that regard. It was raining as I returned from Zoo last night. I walked all the way back from Stuttgarter Platz to Zoo along Kantstrasse, so desperate was I for some food, a 3am McDonald’s (the one by Stuttgarter Platz typically having already closed its doors by the time I got there), then walked back along Ku’Damm in the rain. It was beautiful, raining quite hard, but I was not really getting wet. It was just that big slow splattering rain that barely seems to make my clothes wet at all, just bounces off my head.

It was my custom in the old days to not leave my Berlin bar or my Brussels bar until I was almost incapacitated by drink

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It was my custom in the old days to not leave my Berlin bar, or my Brussels bar, until I was almost incapacitated by drink. Only then would I head to the night places and I would still get erections so strong they wouldn’t go down. Those days are gone. Alcohol abuse is now starting to show its consequences on my body.

I notice how they keep the vodka in the fridge

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I notice how they keep the vodka in the fridge; they don’t do that in London do they? It always hangs upside down over the bar. When the receptionist came in to the bar to talk to the bar staff, she glanced quickly right at me just as I glanced at her and our eyes met—I think she is already aware that I like her, since the first second when I arrived at the desk to check in. I must be that obvious. Feel no desire to walk to Stuttgarter Platz now. I know my signs. I will not even be able to get an erection tonight. The first night, Friday, I was excited and could hardly get it down again. Tonight the opposite. I doubt I will even GET an erection now. Anyway there is a McDonald’s there and that is all I am really looking forward to.

Really struggling with the beer tonight

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Really struggling with the beer tonight; I think my body is completely saturated with it. Ah what a pleasure the curvy receptionist has just come into the bar and is standing there talking with the bar staff. I take the chance to steal long looks at her in profile; she is really, really beautiful. She has been the best memory of this trip to Berlin. She, on her own, might even tip the balance enough to make me want to come all the way back. Frl ——. Now I am getting an erection just sitting here thinking about her. If only she worked in the bar instead of reception. But I thought that in Vienna too. And in Brussels. Malicia (what a name!) who checked me in. Gorgeous. All the while I have been in Berlin, it is the pretty, pretty receptionist that I think of.

Some little 10-year-old kid came up to me while waiting for my bus at Zoo

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Some little 10-year-old kid came up to me while waiting for my bus at Zoo and started talking to me in German; I stopped him and asked him sprechen sie Englisch? And, of course, he did; he hesitated for a moment then repeated his question to me in Absolutely. Perfect. English. Did I know where Zoo Palast was. I thought it was in that direction but advised him to check with someone else; pleasingly, I was right, as after asking a German he then ran off in the direction I had thought. But seriously how wonderful are Germans, that even their kids can speak. Perfect. English.

What is this addiction of mine to strip clubs & brothels?

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What is this addiction of mine to strip clubs & brothels? I think it’s because it is an outsider’s world, and it was the first time in my life I ever found a place where I felt comfortable. Even the girls there are kind of outsiders, having some kind of pariah status simply by the job they do. So I always found it easy to get on with girls who were outsiders every bit as much as me. Coupled with that, I am also a scopophiliac—I love LOOKING at women. I generally avoid getting involved with them even if they offer it, as I just want to carry on looking. The relationship is perfect as it is and I see no need to change it. A girl usually has to hide the fact she is a stripper or a prostitute as much as I hide the fact I spend all my time with these women; therefore we both live the “double life” every day of our lives, and I find the double life attractive.

So two more nights in Berlin to come

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So two more nights in Berlin to come. I will probably walk back to Stuttgarter Platz tonight; surely the 2 or 3 places will still be open on a Sunday. Then Monday should be my early start and doing the cultural things; in the evening nowhere left to try. After my poor experience in King George I am not bothered about Caligula, I don’t think.

So at the moment this make-or-break last chance visit to Berlin is leaning towards no

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So at the moment this make-or-break last chance visit to Berlin is leaning towards no, I don’t think there is any point coming back to Berlin again. I will try Stuttgarter Platz again as I did quite enjoy my visit there—probably on Monday I will visit the Rosa Luxemburg Strasse kino and the Im Ex exhibition at the Alte National Gallery [forgetting the gallery is closed on Mondays]. But at the moment, no, I don’t think I will come back to Berlin, unless something spectacular happens today or tomorrow to change my mind.

I got the bus easy enough down to Dominicusstrasse and the kino

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I got the bus easy enough down to Dominicusstrasse and the kino. Very pushy girls. Went next door to Lustgarten. Even more pushy girls. On to King George. A very busty black-haired Colombian girl; I bought her a 25 euro drink with 3 ten euro notes but I never got the 5 euros change back. In the room she asked for 20 euros but I’d already paid 100 euros to “sleep with as many girls as you want” so said no, so she proceeded to give me a handjob only and would not take her top off, or let me touch her. So much for the flat rate fuck-as-many-as-you-want brothel! I left after that and just made the very long walk back. Anyway I had to give it a try so I do not regret the money I spent. The dancing of the two girls who did bother to dance was the sexiest part of the visit, same as last time. They both danced barefeet which I always find sexy.

I think I have the stupid delusion that heavy drinking makes me thin

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I think I have the stupid delusion that heavy drinking makes me thin—because it makes me feel hungry. So when I feel hungry I feel thin. Then I accidentally spot my face in a mirror. I think we have forgotten how good Lady Gaga was back in 2009—Let’s Dance, Poker Face and Bad Romance in particular: 3 all time greats, one after the other. Extraordinary. She was the sound of 2009. The hotel bar very busy this Saturday night—inside and out. The service still good. How time flies when I start drinking vodka. It is true, after I give up the beer and switch to vodka, I start to smile again, stupidly. All of a sudden it’s dark outside but I no longer want to leave. The barman is amazing—he is giving me “single” vodkas which are getting progressively bigger; this one must be a triple in reality. Oh yes, now, for the first time, I am really tasting the vodka. Every fresh bottom I see now starts to seem like the most f—kable bottom I have ever seen in my life. This is how the vodka brings me back to life.
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Struggling over these three beers tonight

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Struggling over these three beers tonight; I will switch to vodka & cokes soon to try to wake me up and spark me to life. I really fancy the curvy receptionist. I was thinking about her earlier in bed. I had a very titillating pleasurable night in Brussels—and looking back I had an OK first night in Berlin. Very sexy-looking brunette and one of the blonde girls in Monte Carlo pulled my jumper back to expose my erect member and gave it a few strokes for free, which was very sexy.
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