Nice to be back in my Dome window seat; even a little splattering of rain out there to reward me, as if to tell me “Yes, NOW you are back in the right process”. One’s erotic fetish is a process—a checklist of activities that lead one closer and closer inexorably to orgasm; and I’ve disrupted that for a long time now by drinking in the Max lounge just staring out the window; I made this mistake in the Dorint Vienna as well. I should always drink IN MY ROOM, with porn on my computer and music on the TV (having first established there are no sexy barmaids in the hotel bar, of course). To keep myself permanently on that priapic edge. Permanently on the verge of orgasm. So then when you do go out you feel as high as a kite and it makes everything you do feel so much more exciting.
820. Having a last Red Bull and few beers in the hotel lounge before getting a taxi just before 11 I expect. I should console myself that this expensive unplanned Eurostar ticket of £133 is more than made up for by the continence and abstinence of the rest of the trip—I had travelled to Brussels this time planning to —- so many girls, as I knew it had to be my last trip for a long time—East European Tatiana, Emily, Paloma, Perrie, that street girl if I saw her again; planned to have another 60 euro private dance (at least) with Jennifer in Empire; instead, I did none of these things. Planned to do something with 1 or 2 of the Rue d’Aerschot window girls but did nothing there either. I think it was inevitable I was always going to add the Friday & Saturday night to my stay, so the only real extra expense was for the Eurostar ticket; and that was covered by savings elsewhere. Next time I come, it will be at least 2 or 3 months hence, and that time I really should be able to come with a little bit of spare cash, and finally fully plunder the erotic delights of Brussels—because the delights are there. It was only my nagging money worries that dampened my desires (as always).
I said after my last—spectacular—one night stay in Brussels, that I realised I had only scratched the surface of what erotic pleasures Brussels could offer me; well, on this trip I have not even scratched the surface. My financial concerns have really held me back; if I had met a star like Inna, or Leyla or Diane again, then that is what was needed to make me live a little wildly. But I have met no one of that ilk (still 6 hours to go till I have to get the taxi to Midi). Even at this late stage—already packed and left my room, sitting in the lounge—I wonder if I can stay for 1 or 2 more nights and book another—hideously expensive—short notice Eurostar ticket for Saturday or Sunday.
One day, one day, I still want to go to the Reichenbach Falls, and the Brocken Mountain, and to Italy, all of Italy; and to Sils Maria. But for now my narrow erotic interests in quick thrills lead me always back to Brussels, and Vienna, and the dwindling last few red lights. I have lost so much in London (Carnival, Astral, Sunset Cinema, Soho Cinema, Flying Scotsman, so many models’ flats), lost so much in Berlin, Stuttgarter Platz almost entirely, lost so much in Brussels, Cine ABC, California, Paradise, I must treasure the last few resources that are left before they too are gone. In Vienna already I have lost Fortuna Kino and Pour Platin.
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 think what may always kaibosh me in Brussels is the beer is all 5.2% strength when in London we are more used to 4.2% or 4.5%, something like that. I drink the same amount of beer in Brussels as I do in London but I don’t really realise how much more drunk it is making me. Brewer’s Droop therefore hits me much earlier here. I am not sure what the beer in Vienna is, but perhaps that is a factor in Brussels feeling less erotic than Vienna or Berlin. I think I will concentrate on Cine Paris & Rue des Commercants to Fifth Avenue today; it would be lovely if after a little nap I could then go out later to Empire and Gare du Nord, but in reality the Brussels beer knocks me out too completely and when I wake up around 10 or 11 the last thing in the world I want to do is get dressed and go out again. I am able to do that in Vienna, but that might be because Manhattan Bar and Tete a Tete are both literally within 50 yards of my hotel. Gare du Nord is a little bit more of a trek from my Brussels hotel.