The building on the corner of Berwick Street and Peter Street I used to see Siberian Olga (and Romanian Lela) in

December 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

The building on the corner of Berwick Street and Peter Street I used to see Siberian Olga (and Romanian Lela) in and sit with her on Saturday nights drinking vodka with as she decided which customers to open the door to, is now gone; a new building gone up in its place and occupied by a bike shop, with perhaps some aptness, I don’t know. The building opposite the Red Lion (where Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels were tasked to write the Communist Manifesto at the second Congress of the Communist League in 1847) where I used to see Spanish Ana Maria is now gone, and still remains just a hole in the ground, which may also have some aptness. The Astral Adult Cinema in Brewer Street (the first pornographic cinema I ever went to) is gone. The Carnival Striptease in Old Compton Street (the second strip club I ever went to) is gone. The Boulevard Striptease (third strip club I ever went to) in Brewer’s Court is going next month apparently. Already at my young age I have lost so many of the places where I had my erotic education. As the Soho places closed down, I spread my wings (to use a euphemism) to Europe, and even there my treasured places are mostly gone. Stutti Frutti where I lost my Berlin virginity to Yulia in that black Rennie Mackintosh bedroom with the four poster bed, Mon Cheri where I fell in love/longing with Riccarda in the same claustrophobic room, Golden Gate where I fell in love/longing with Iga, Hanky Panky, Starlight, have all gone. In Vienna, Pour Platin where I lost my Vienna virginity to Maria (still my only Vienna consummation), is gone. In London these places are really over for me. In Berlin and Vienna at least there are still plenty of other places to try.

That black James Pryde bedroom at Mon Cheri is where I lost my Berlin virginity so it has left an imprint in my mind that I will never be able to erase

December 8, 2016 § Leave a comment

That black James Pryde bedroom at Mon Cheri is where I lost my Berlin virginity so it has left an imprint in my mind that I will never be able to erase; but 77 is actually the best club I have been to in Berlin. It does not affect me so much because I am not so impressionable anymore. But on Monday night I would say there was at least 4 magnificent Esmeraldas. Already I am reassured that there is still some strong amounts of ice in Berlin. In fact on my exploration today I see there is more ice than I ever even knew of before. I know already I will be looking forward to coming back to Berlin soon. It is like an inexhaustible, eternal flame here. The fuel it burns on never runs out. There are already five new places I want to try tonight, and I still want to get back to four of the old places as well! It is not possible all in one night. Tomorrow I need to be on the train to the airport by 130PM which will give me just enough time to have a last meal in Bavarium perhaps. The steak did not compare to the Brussels Grill steak, but it was good enough. I would like to try the Alt Berliner in Unter den Linden but that will have to wait until next time now. It would be crazy to go back to Munich and its sexless frustrations — though as I say the strip clubs of Munich are busy every night! Even though there is zero bang for your buck in Munich! Perhaps it is because Berlin is so diffuse. Berlin is a huge city and every neighbourhood has its own little sex places. There is no one single centre for everyone to gravitate towards like moths to the flame. There are candles all over Berlin.

What am I going to Berlin for? To indulge my obsession with women ‘in tragic circumstances and exotic settings’, yes

November 28, 2016 § Leave a comment

What am I going to Berlin for? To indulge my obsession with women ‘in tragic circumstances and exotic settings’, yes. More than anything though I am searching for some massive breasts again — just to graze on, I mean gaze on you understand. It has been so long! Since Yulia in Stutti Frutti or was it Mon Cheri, Polish black haired girl, who took my Berlin virginity upstairs in that black four poster bed in the dark, stiflingly claustrophobic incredibly beautiful 1930s James Pryde bedroom. How many men and women have fucked in that opulent old room. Diana the blonde Czech girl in black catsuit which unzipped all the way down the front in Mon Cheri who also took me up to perhaps the same bedroom. I was so excited I came before she even put the condom on me. Martina in Nuremberg Pils Bar with her massive breasts covered in nothing but dozens of long necklaces. Emily in Munich Cabaret bar in black fishnet body stocking who dipped a cotton wool bud in champagne and ran it around the head of my member. Olga and Alla the sisters in Mazurka who offered to take me in to the jacuzzi together.

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Unbelievable. This is the EIGHTH anniversary of meeting Yulia in Mon Cheri in Berlin

November 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

Unbelievable. This is the EIGHTH anniversary of meeting Yulia in Mon Cheri in Berlin and going upstairs with her to that black James Pryde bedroom for the first time, the ‘curdled comfort of a Berlin apartment—dark, opulent, stifling’. Eight years. At the time it was the best sex of my life, so much better than the thin gruel of Soho.

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I seek sex dancers who can transport me back to the 1890s

November 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

I seek sex dancers who can transport me back to the 1890s, pornography that can transport me back to the 1890s. Sort of steamfuck. That is why I hate American pornography so much. So un-erotic, un-fin de siècle. 19th century pornography and prostitution. The black James Pryde room above Mon Cheri where I slept with Yulia, Riccarda a couple of times, and Diana, is my favourite room in the entire world. How many men and women have fucked in that room, on that four-poster canopied bed? I wonder if I will ever be able to go there again.

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The ice is melting everywhere. The devastating effect of the internet on red light places more clear than ever this time

October 14, 2016 § Leave a comment

The ice is melting everywhere. The devastating effect of the internet on red light places more clear than ever this time—not only Mon Cheri gone (2 years ago), but now Golden Gate gone, Starlight gone, Blue Bananas gone, Chocolat, Stutti Frutti, Hanky Panky. Somehow Bon Bon, Sissi and Monte Carlo sex kino hang on. Much better around the corner Club 77 and Valentino. But I would have walked out of Club 77 after 2 minutes if not for Angelica. It takes one girl to make a club. That’s all it needs—just one hot girl. What has happened to those amazing Mon Cheri James Pryde bedrooms? Are they being used?

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My hotel room in Vienna is I think the most beautiful I’ve ever had

July 30, 2016 § Leave a comment

My hotel room in Vienna is I think the most beautiful I’ve ever had. The Dorint pleases me very much. Being here makes me realise I must stop going out in London trying in vain to find any jollies—I must live like a monk in London and save all my money for monthly visits to Vienna, Munich, Frankfurt, and Berlin. But will I ever meet another Yulia or Riccarda or Iga or Diana in Berlin—it seems those days are gone. The Mon Cheri golden age, “the claustrophobic stifle of a Berlin apartment”. I don’t want to go to any place that advertises its girls on its website, with pictures and times—I want to find one by myself by chance in the sleazy places. But that scene is dead in London—no more Olgas or Pamelas—and it seems to be in Berlin, too. We will soon see what Vienna holds. London will go back to just being a waiting room for my visits to Europe. I sit here imagining I am not here for one night but am permanently single. I feel so happy here in Vienna, compared to how miserable I was in Brussels and Berlin. Perhaps that will change by the time I next put pencil to Dorint paper. “Sex in the air I don’t care I love the smell of it.”

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