The WSK has become such a warm bath I can sink back into

The WSK has become such a warm bath I can sink back into, in these icy very cold Vienna days. I can’t ever imagine going again to a porn cinema where there is not hostesses available. It makes the films so much more pleasurable knowing there are young hostesses on hand whenever you want them. It is funny when you come to these places in Vienna, like the Café Westend, where you don’t see any CCTV cameras above you. In London, they are absolutely everywhere, so it is strange to come to a city where you do not see them. Finally, a fantastic meal in Vienna, here in the Café Westend. A gorgeous Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten, the way it should be. You actually get two steaks, not just one. Fantastic. The Westend has just won my Gold Seal. Now I just want to go back to my hotel and sleep; I don’t care about any sinful pleasures. This meal has sated me so much.

It used to be a frozen world. It is not anymore. It used to be icy and I used to be lonely

It used to be a frozen world. It is not anymore. It used to be icy, and I used to be lonely, and in pain, and in despair, and I had the most exquisite erotic pleasures. Now I am happy, content, pain-free, and struggle to achieve any erotic delight whatsoever. Both because I am happy now and because the internet has wiped everywhere out. And I have turned –. A triple whammy. The way Grand Prix tyres are said to ‘fall off a cliff’ quite suddenly after 8 or 9 laps, and I think my testosterone levels did the same about two years ago—coincident with marriage and settling down and family life, or because of it?