So Sunday–Straight to Cine Paris

So Sunday–Straight to Cine Paris, Marc Dorcel films downstairs and ‘Red Light’ films upstairs. The Dorcel film seemed like it was set in England so all the French actors & actresses in the sex scenes spoke English! Quite disconcerting, but Tiffany Doll was in it, looking sexier than ever. After an hour or less, up to Fifth Avenue. Very poor line up of girls until two of the South Sea Islanders came in just before 5 but the sexy one in a red dress was immediately taken up to a room. You have to strike fast in these places. And the beer was awful! Bad egg gas smell & taste; first time ever here. For the first time ever, also, I noticed how shabby the Cine Paris looked. Parts taped off, missing chairs completely like a mouthful of missing teeth. When I got up from the one I was sitting in, that gave a massive crack and partially gave way as well, so that seems like another one gone. Of course so tired after 27 hours or more without sleep, and the awful beer, and the sexy South Sea Island girl already taken, I left Fifth fairly quickly, and grabbed a Domino’s Pizza. Popping into Carrefour next door, I saw the till girl had absolutely massive knockers and her face & hair were JUST like S– at the —. Could have been S–’s sister. The highlight of the whole day. Ogled those knockers as much as I could then back to hotel with pizza and out like a light. Woke early this morning and began work on Brussels in the Years of Recapitalisation (2017-2019), finishing it and getting a proof copy ordered for myself. A little bit of work on The Stripper as well, then down here to the lounge for the first beer of the day at an unusually late hour of the day for me in Brussels–305PM!

After Brussels Grill a brief stop in Ciné Paris and the Marc Dorcel channel is now playing downstairs rather than upstairs

After Brussels Grill, a brief stop in Ciné Paris, and the Marc Dorcel channel is now playing downstairs rather than upstairs. A very beautiful brunette bob girl in the one scene I saw; but with no credits at the end I could not see her name. Next scene was rubbish, so I pushed on to Fifth. There were NO girls on show when I walked in! At least a dozen men but no girls whatsoever. Saturday nights at Fifth are the worst nights to come. Soon enough three or four of Maria’s crew turned up, then the three Kylie Jenners, but the middle one (the best one) was taken to a room as soon as she got there and never reappeared. She must have got a right good seeing to. And that was it. I hung on until after 7 hoping the South Sea Islanders would turn up but then had to give up. Not being able to face that hideous long walk back again, I broke my prohibition and got the metro down to Midi. A packed metro carriage of course, but as I stood by the door there in the seats under me as it were was the most beautiful girl I had seen for a very long time. Some office girl perhaps, dressed smart, brown hair flat on top but all frizzy and curly down the sides like something out of a Klimt painting. Light green coat, black leggings, breathtakingly beautiful. Out of the corner of her eyes I think she knew I was looking. When I got off at Midi she stayed on, but seeing her was the best moment of the whole trip. The kind of woman you remember for your whole life. Grabbed a Bernie’s burger & fries, then back to hotel to eat and pass out. Woke 550AM, checked out 11.

Happy birthday to myself

Happy birthday to myself. The usual horrific Flixbus journey to get me home. Don’t even want to talk about it. My last day in Brussels—an hour or so in Ciné Paris, good Marc Dorcel upstairs—schoolgirls Orgy for Lucy with Tiffany Doll, then to Fifth. Sophia was there but two men took her up to the room one after the other, and I could not wait any longer. Domino’s Pizza then bed. Up early for the 705AM coach journey home. As always, the overwhelming thought—I should have spent more time in Ciné Paris.

410PM Pretty sure I’m the only customer in the Dome and have been for quite a long time. Mystifies me a bit—it’s a lovely place to hang out in

410PM Pretty sure I’m the only customer in the Dome, and have been for quite a long time. Mystifies me a bit—it’s a lovely place to hang out in, and chill, drink, smoke, chat, whatever. If it called itself a Caffe Nero or Starbucks or Costa it would probably be packed all the time. Berenice again I’m Proud—Brussels 2001. Ur. Joe Dassin again; I really need to put more songs on my phone but I’m very selective, and there are very few songs that mean a lot to me at any particular time. 414 and my train leaves 556; surely time for one more? OK 415 I’m going for my 6th. So well done, I’ve avoided Le Coin, AND Brussels Grill (as well as Cine Paris and Fifth), and the shoe shops as well. So finally we are here! Adieu Bruxelles! Adieu mes jeunes filles! Bonjour tristesse! Bonjour darkness my old friend! 

 

Another wonderfully varied & eclectic set of films at Cine Paris

After my Brussels Grill steak I waddled back to the hotel and it was now just after 6 and I thought I would force myself back to Cine Paris

After my Brussels Grill steak, I waddled back to the hotel and it was now just after 6, and I thought I would force myself back to Cine Paris. The same good film as earlier My Daughter in Law is a Whore (followed by Jessie, PA which I kept missing); upstairs film looked rubbish. I forced myself to have one more can of Jupiler but struggled to finish it, so knew it was time to call it a day. The cinema manager was becoming very surly with me by now as well, refusing to give me change when I bought my beer. Obviously, I couldn’t understand what his objection was as he steadfastly refuses to speak the Queen’s English so I just let it go. And now it is 11am I have to check out, and, alas, go home. My Eurostar home is not till 556! I will probably take up the 30 euros offer of a late check out till 2—the upper limit without paying for a whole extra night. I don’t want to go back to Coin now—I don’t like to go too crazy and get too drunk before my homeward journey, so I try to stay within my limits. I only have 50 euros left as well!

Yes I tell myself please please go to these places like Fifth Avenue sober for a change so for once I can actually feel something when I have sex

Yes, I tell myself please please go to these places like Fifth Avenue sober for a change, so for once I can actually feel something when I have sex; but it is only when I feel really wild with drink that I want to do anything with them, and it is in the WILDNESS that I get my high. I need to feel that wildness, otherwise there is no point. So I will go on having numb, zero-sensation sex with no ejaculation. How incredibly happy I feel in the rain. Coming out of Cine Paris the first spots of rain started to fall on my head. My spirits soared immediately. Alas, it only lasted for a minute or so and by the time I got here to Fifth Avenue it had already stopped, and blue skies come out. Two rubbish films in Cine Paris. I bemoaned the constant diet of Dorcel films but when he shows something different they are always worse.

Auto-Ecole was on upstairs with Premiere Orgie pour ma Femme

Auto-Ecole was on upstairs with Premiere Orgie pour ma Femme—I just caught the first & last scenes of this one and both were very good indeed. Downstairs had a rather poor film that had been running for a couple of days, and Anissa & Lola à l’école d’infirmières, which also had a couple of absolutely fantastic scenes. Towards the end the film jammed, as luck would have it, as when this happens the manager puts in a completely new film—this one the very good Marc Dorcel airline film. By the time I left my cock was red raw and pretty numb. I didn’t get to the end of the airline film, and I would have liked to have watched Premiere Orgie again to see all the scenes I missed last time—in fact it is only 8:20; I do still have 2 hours to go back before they close! But no I cannot be bothered now. I am in that down, depressed, end of trip mood; depressed and subdued by the massive expenditure, so much more than I expected.

Knowing I am soon to have to go home

Knowing I am soon to have to go home, and knowing I have no money at all to do anything, just actually increases my sexual arousal—even here on my 7th day!

Always a bad sign when you can’t get an erection in a porn cinema

Always a bad sign when you can’t get an erection in a porn cinema. The predatory perverts following me from seat to seat, upstairs & downstairs, always just standing next to the seat I’m sitting in, a really great nuisance. Fuck off. A good film too, La Journaliste, until it kept stopping and I complained to the manager and then he changed it to boring Footballers’ Wives again! As if 4 days of that wasn’t enough! Wish I had kept quiet. Upstairs was The Education of a Young Maid, ok, but not great. How much Anna Polina now reminds me of ——-. Some great music channel in Jimmy but all in Cyrillic script so I don’t know the name of the songs. Cheers. I need to learn Cyrillic script.

An enjoyable first evening in Brussels. By that I mean it was pleasurably titillating without me actually doing anything

An enjoyable first evening in Brussels. By that I mean it was pleasurably titillating, without me actually doing anything. After leaving the Dome I went to the Cine Paris for two truly awful films. I bemoaned their endless Marc Dorcel diet without variety; well, there were 2 non-Marc Dorcel films, one of them American, and they were truly dire. Careful what you wish for. And both the rooms were empty! Just me and one pervert who followed me from room to room and in to the toilets. Left after no more than 5 minutes, unaroused and uninspired. A number of sexy girls in the Rue des Commerçants, including black-haired Beatrice, quite cool. To 5th Avenue. Now the summer holiday month of August was over, I had hoped for a return of some voluptuous quality to the 5th but I was disappointed to see that Ina was once again the ONLY girl of any desirability. Oh but how desirable she is; like a cross between Selena Gomez and Maria Schneider, with that amazing bottom. Just a short stay, then, and I was up to Rue d’Aerschot. Three great videos in Sexyworld, then I walked the entire length of the road—first time I have gone all the way I think. The massive busty brunette I went with before, I think, was the best of them. Christina, from Italy, was that her name? By now it was 9PM and I was feeling hungry more than anything, and hoped to catch McDonald’s before it closed so hurried back towards my hotel—in front of me was the most sexy black-haired Moroccan/Turkish looking girl. Black ponytail, black leather jacket, blue jeans over most gorgeous fat arse. I crossed over to other side so as not to make her think I was following her, and all the way back to Rogier I kept looking over to the left side of the road at her. By the time we crossed the road opposite Dome, she was right beside me and I had a good look at her face. Heavy made up black eyes, red lips, so sexy. She walked off towards the Rue des Commerçants and I followed her for a little while; I am sure she was one of the street girls. I resolved to go out late the next night to look for her, but for now my desire for food was stronger. A lovely Royale Deluxe and then to bed.

It’s quite telling that here I am in Brussels for my second day

It’s quite telling that here I am in Brussels for my second day and I still have no desire to go to the porn cinema (Ciné Paris). It suggests I find the Marc Dorcel films quite samey and boring. I really want to carry on drinking in the Dome. The drinking excites me, nothing else.

An overcast on & off showery day

An overcast, on & off showery day. Probably will go straight to Fifth to look for that new girl again, then maybe up to Gare du Nord or back to Cine Paris.

Cine Paris was quite busy again

Cine Paris was quite busy again, and the films are good, but I must admit I am growing quite bored of the near exclusive Marc Dorcel diet. You see the same actors & actresses all the time. I like Anna Polina but not in every film. The beautiful big girl was in 5th Avenue again. I was very tempted, but the Irish Breakfast actually made me feel quite flat. Eating always ruins my drinking.

Cine Paris

So I have had my hours of erotic exploration here amidst the fronds and ferns of tropical palmhouse Brussels and Berlin

So I have had my hours of erotic exploration, here amidst the fronds and ferns of tropical palmhouse Brussels and Berlin with soot on the leaves, but there has been nothing to compare with watching ….. and …. one after the other on stage at the ——— on the Thursday night before I travelled. The only good memory is the minute of the Miosotis and Nadine Jansen film I watched in the Rosa Luxemburg sex kabins in Berlin. I discovered the second cinema here in Brussels, the Cine Paris, and they seem to show high quality French porn, Marc Dorcel and Private or similar level of smut, compared to the ugly 1970s porn that the ABC relentlessly purveys.