—– has ruined the Scotsman for me so it feels lovely to give it up

November 29, 2017 § Leave a comment

—– has ruined the Scotsman for me, so it feels lovely to give it up. So it can be seen that when I fell in love with —– was the moment the Scotsman was destroyed for me, and all those great nights with Sylvia were brought to an end. And when I fell in love with Viktoriya was the moment Munich and Berlin were destroyed for me, all those great City in the Autumn Stars nights were brought to an end. Falling in love ruins everything. How sad I remember being on ALL those trips I mentioned above. Why do I say I love travelling when the trips are filled with such sadness and despair? Because in the sadness and despair I still find jewels, and have incredible experiences, like Clarisse, Martina, Arrica, etc, etc. And after all the sadness and despair is no different from what I feel at home. That is just who I am. I take it everywhere with me. Europe offers greater sensual pleasures that is all. The greatest moments have always involved the porn cinema or videokabins. It is almost a year ago I first met black dress Kay, what a sexy moment that was, as she stroked my cock with her hand, as the black man put his huge cock in her mouth and other man put condom on & f–ked her before coming over her breasts!
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OK now I have woken up a bit I think yes of course I must travel and put it on my cards. That is what cards are for

November 23, 2017 § Leave a comment

OK now I have woken up a bit, I think yes of course I must travel, and put it on my cards. That is what cards are for, to enable you to stretch yourself and have amazing experiences. Even the failed visit to Frankfurt now seems so evocative. Even the last visit to Berlin had Arrika, Alla & Olga, Serail at the Komische Oper, not to mention the one night with Prokina at the Deutsche and Wild Horses in the BEC, coming back home through those leaf-strewn back streets, crossing the Ku’damm STILL with an enormous swollen rolling cock in my trousers! Fantastic. Even the last trip to Brussels brought some fantastic large-breasted women, and—amazingly–still that gorgeous McDonald’s girl! Oh the Pullman! Oh the Café Belge! I cannot WAIT for end of October so I can pull into Munich station at night, go straight into the Intercity (or Regent?), then straight out to Atlantic City to drink. Next day wake up midday to go for my gorgeous Lamm’s, New Pin, back to sleep a little before getting evening train to Nuremberg for Pils Bar and Caribic. 4AM milk train back in time for 6AM Intercity breakfast! Spend Sunday in Munich, or use it to get to Vienna? Have a rostbraten when I arrive in Vienna and a quiet Sunday night in perhaps, getting very drunk in the Dorint bar. Then Monday, Dorint bar early for some Zipfers, then out to St Stephen’s, the Pummerin, the Butterfly House, KHM and Leopold. Back to sleep, before off out to explore Seilerstätte first. Maybe on way back to hotel I can pop into Manhattan or Pour Platin for nightcap. Tuesday night back up to ML Revue then exploring Gurtel on way back, Angelique, Pour Platin. It will be expensive but it has got to be done. Then I can wait for Berlin in January for La Traviata and Carmina Burana—a full 15 months after I last set foot in Berlin!—knowing I can then stay at home for rest of the year to pay it off.ekaterina_i_ee_dikie_zherebcy_katharina_und_ihre_wilden_hengste_1983_dvdrip1.jpg

A real epiphany last night and again on Wednesday when everything reminded me of Wien Westbahnhof. We grow beautiful out of our longing

November 19, 2017 § Leave a comment

A real epiphany last night, and again on Wednesday, when everything reminded me of Wien Westbahnhof. We grow beautiful out of our longing. The greatest highs of my life have been those midnight trams in Vienna around the Gurtel to get to ML Revue, or those walks from the Intercity to Atlantic City, or those walks from the Berlin Plaza to the Berlin Erotic Centre or Sarah Young, or that midnight tram from the Gare du Midi up to the Gare du Nord and trying again to find the right exit. Lust suddenly suffuses my whole body. I become so nervous and so excited. In Europe you have dirty experiences. The ONLY time I get close to that in London is when I go to Sunset Cinema, and some man comes in with a girl, and that is so exciting, and then when I am ready, I leave there with my swollen cock rolling in my trousers from side to side like a ship in a storm, just around the corner to Demi or to Pamela. That always feels so dirty. Once September comes I will allow myself this again. As the nights get dark so early. Save my money for October, once the clocks go back! That is why I call November 1st Volcanic Night! I do not think I find Simon Boccanegra interesting enough as an opera to go all the way to Hamburg to see Prokina in it. I’d rather spend all that money the train would cost on sex in Berlin. I would like to see Urmana in the Mort de Cleopatra though. What to do, Munich & Vienna first, or Brussels & Berlin? NOTHING THAT HAPPENS AT WORK CAN POSSIBLY AFFECT ME. I LIVE FOR WRITING AND FOR TRAVELLING. I AM LIKE A GHOST AT WORK. THUNDER! A dirty, black, thundery, raining evening.

Oh I cannot wait to get back to Nuremberg again! To go back to the Pils Bar to look for Martina! To go back to the Caribic on a Saturday night!

November 14, 2017 § Leave a comment

Oh I cannot wait to get back to Nuremberg again! To go back to the Pils Bar to look for Martina! To go back to the Caribic on a Saturday night! My trips always used to be a three-way battle between Love, Art and Eros, this in the days when I was tormented by my desires and my repression, and the more I repressed my desires the more they overwhelmed me. Truly the only way to avoid temptation is to give into it. Only by indulging your tormenting desire does that desire go away and leave you free to go on with more constructive things, like writing about it. In the last two or three years, however, I have achieved a unity of the three. Love, art and Eros have been forged together so everything I do is motivated and fuelled by the combination of the three. I go to the Wiertz Museum during the day, and walk around that extraordinary single big room—alone, always alone—and already achieve a fine erection. My cock strains hugely in my trousers and rolls from side to side like a ship in a storm as I walk slowly around the room. By the time I penetrate into the three smaller rooms at the end of the corridor, it is all I can do not to remove my swollen member from its captivity and frig myself maniacally there & then on the spot. How Wiertz’s Napoleon arouses me, his Satan. Because I remember every time I have been here before, it was a precursor to the exquisite coils of desire I would envelop myself in later that night, so the Wiertz Musuem serves as the appetiser, the foreplay, the anteroom on the first floor, as it were, to the brothel on the second.6e9fd3bfafb23d76163a6857fda267d8

I am Rabelaisian. I do what I want to do

November 7, 2017 § Leave a comment

I am Rabelaisian. I do what I want to do. Pure animal sexuality. I take what I need to stimulate me to my sexual highs. I really want the dirty sex of Berlin again, the Mayas & Vanessas in Monte Carlo, my cock in the hand of Diana or Evalina or Alla or Olga.

There is just a basic primal thrill to be sitting in a dark cinema with your swollen cock out

January 1, 2017 § Leave a comment

There is just a basic primal thrill to be sitting in a dark cinema with your swollen cock out, surrounded by other men all with their cocks out. There is nothing quite like it for raw nervous excitement.

Cold grey bleak northern France gives way to cold grey bleak southern England

November 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

Cold, grey, bleak northern France gives way to cold, grey, bleak southern England. I look forward to BEC in December, my hot swollen —- keeping me warm as I head up to Stuttgarter Platz. My Rabelaisian, Casanovan wanderings around Europe resume. Kent has never looked so beautiful to me as it does now. How empty most of it is.

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