Third beer begun, 140pm. Overcast today but starting to heat up. Honestly don’t think I’m going to do anything naughty on this trip. I always say I’m going to come here like a rutting stag, but in reality my reticence and lack of lust are dominant. To feel lust, it has got to be random, and completely unexpected—like the white vest girl on the boat. I certainly could have —— her like a rutting stag if I’d had the opportunity. Not seen any soldiers yet. Let us not forget it was just 4 weeks ago some loser tried to detonate his bomb in the Central Railway Station, at 8 o’clock at night!
Coming to Café Jimmy and the Rue de Pelican corner I was shocked to find only THREE girls in the street. Approaching the Europe 2000 hotel where I had always gone with Beatris (long gone it seems) there were 4 girls but also 4 police officers and 2 police cars, talking to one of the girls. My god, I thought, they really are enforcing their fines of 350 euros that disgraced ex Mayor Mayeur brought in—for the girl and the customer both if caught. It did not look like they were there to help the girl, it looked like she was the one in trouble. “But this is a hotel” I heard her saying as I passed. This would explain why there are so few girls around now. Mayeur’s sterilisation scheme is absolutely working. Pitiful. And then I walked into Fifth Avenue, and there were just FOUR men and THREE girls! I have never seen it that empty at night. Inna plus 2 other girls at the bar with a couple of very drunk men, making a LOT of noise. While I was there 2 or 3 more girls did emerge, including little Emily who I always feel a tug of lust for despite her slender frame, but she didn’t stay for long.
So we finally arrived in Brussels and I bid my retard waste of space coach driver a silent farewell. Another thing to notice—on all my previous trips to Brussels, we always stopped at Gent, where a new driver took over, but this time our driver just carried on, and from Brussels he still had to carry on all the way to the final destination in Cologne. Running behind schedule, driving fast all the way, and with Cologne still another 5 hours or in the night, arriving around midnight he told someone, was he really going to be driving for 15 hours non stop? NOT an encouraging prospect for those carrying on all the way. Anyway, we got to Brussels Gare du Nord by 730pm, and I was in my hotel room before 8 of course. A quick shower, couple of beers, and I headed straight towards Fifth Avenue.
My plan was always not to drink until I arrived in my Brussels hotel, but when the captain said 90 minutes crossing time, I knew I needed some beer to pass the time, and this meant that despite peeing three times before we reboarded our coach in the ferry, I was still absolutely painfully bursting to pee for the entire 3-hour journey to Brussels. Agonising. So when I finally did arrive, it is hardly any surprise to find I didn’t feel any spark of lust even for —- and ——–, who were probably my two biggest reasons for coming back here so soon. However, it was pleasant enough to experience, a rare experience, to be on a boat again, and I tried to enjoy the sensation of it. Such an old-fashioned way of reaching Europe made me feel like Lord Byron; in actual fact what came to mind was Triangle, the short-lived BBC soap, and the first episode where First Officer Larry Lamb looks down from the bridge at a naked Kate O’Mara sunbathing on the deck below. Which brings me to the one great thing of the whole journey—while going to buy my first beer, I glanced to my right and there was a light black-skinned girl in white vest and skin tight blue leggings also in the queue, looking me in the eyes. Very nice. I then sat in an armchair by the window watching the port, as we started to leave, then the beautiful green sea in the blazing sunshine. I never knew the English Channel looked so beautiful. I thought of it as being muddy grey-brown, but it actually looks beautiful. Then glancing to my left I noticed the same white vest girl was sitting on the window-side couch just to my left. A few moments later, I glanced again and oh my word, she was now lying flat on her back on the couch, the skin tight blue leggings facing towards me. Next time I glanced and oh my word, she was now lying flat on her stomach, and her amazing thighs & buttocks were right there in front of me. I could see every little twitch of her buttock muscles. She quite clearly was wearing no underwear at all. I could see every contour of the curve of her buttocks and following it down to the space between her legs. I got an erection there & then. I tried not to but I could not help keep looking. Did she know what she was doing to me? Was it for my benefit? Of course it was! The little bitch! Honestly, I sat there gazing in lustful adulation at those magnificent thighs, arse & other places, and thinking this, right now, is the greatest sight of my life. She had an extraordinary figure, and either she was sleeping or just breathing hard, because I could see her body lifting & falling very fast, like she knew I was looking, and it excited her. After 2 pints, we were now nearing Calais, and I tore myself away. There was the whole bar full of people behind me quite possibly watching me oglingly watching this girl’s arse & thighs like a pervert, but I didn’t care. I am on holiday, and this is what I travel for.