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.
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I always laugh in the Ciné ABC at the signs saying optimistically “New films every Wednesday!”

November 28, 2016 § 2 Comments

I always laugh in the Ciné ABC, at the signs saying optimistically “New films every Wednesday!” Well, yes, new in the sense that they are different from what was on the day before, but not strictly “new” when they are all from the 1970s! On this occasion it was Woman in Love: A Story of Madame Bovary from 1978 with a very beautiful Laurien Dominique. “Flaubert once described literature as ‘the dissection of a beautiful woman with her guts in her face, her leg skinned, and half a burned-out cigar lying on her foot.’ So he takes this young woman who is innocent to the ways of the world and throws some kinks into all of her dreams and plans. He makes her ‘real.’ We can see and feel what’s going on in the story. At the same time, though, he leaves Emma somewhat removed—-at a distance. ” The sex scenes are much shorter in these old 1970s films compared to the interminable never-ending scenes of today; the men get it over with very quickly, which as I mentioned before is much more true to life, in my experience. The stripper who comes on stage (in a manner of speaking) every hour is a delightful interlude and is something all adult cinemas should do I think.

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I had to laugh. The poster in ABC says “new films every Wednesday!”

October 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

I had to laugh. The poster in ABC says “new films every Wednesday!”. New is only in a very limited sense of the word considering all the films are from the 1970s. Whereas the Cine Paris has the newest high quality French porn. The Cine Paris roused me to a very high pitch of arousal indeed.

It has been a very long time since I’ve been as turned on as I was in the Ciné Paris today

October 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

It has been a very long time since I’ve been as turned on as I was in the Ciné Paris today; especially when the old man twice touched me. It has given this holiday a nice encouraging end. Christ, I’m ugly; I keep catching my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. There is a mirror all behind the bar which reinforces my first impression, that she is like Manet’s Girl at the Folies-Bergère. These are what I live for, these little moments when I feel so turned on. That is what I spend hundreds of pounds travelling for. That is what I run up thousands of pounds of debt for. So the kino in Rosa Luxemburg Straße and the Ciné Paris in Brussels were real discoveries on this holiday.

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Not wanting to go back to the Ibis bar while killing an hour or so before my Eurostar home I wandered down Avenue Fonsny

October 23, 2016 § Leave a comment

Not wanting to go back to the Ibis bar while killing an hour or so before my Eurostar home, I wandered down Avenue Fonsny and found this charming bar on the next corner, full of great ferns, and art nouveau posters and fabulous black & red walls—and the most gorgeous blonde ponytail barmaid. Like a Belgian Lotta, in tight green wool sweater and blue jeans over voluptuous bottom. On my last day in Brussels, I found Maes Corner closed, and in fact almost every shop in Brussels, too—is Day of the Dead a holiday here [yes]? I had two in O’Reilly’s, walked past the Metropole and the Cheshire Cheese Café, found the Dome Café also closed, then after one in some tiny sidestreet bar, and after much deliberation, I returned to Ciné Paris. The two rooms are big and clean, the seats very new and comfortable, the screens big and the picture perfect—quite the nicest kino I have been in. The French porn films are high quality, and I found myself becoming highly aroused. When a very old man sat down next to me and tried twice to touch me, I had to knock his hand away both times not because I did not want it, but his touch brought me to the edge of glory both times. He left, disappointed, though I did not want him to. I think I could easily make a home here in the Paris. It was the most erotic moment of the whole trip, far more than anything with Angelica in Club 77 or Christina in Brussels. I think I will have to return to the Soho cabins and Fantasy Videos in London. I am ready to have hands on me again. I think the barmaid’s boyfriend is at the fruit machine, she goes back to him whenever not busy. After a day of blazing blue skies, I was shocked to come out of the cinema, quivering, taking time to compose myself in the alleyway, to find it was raining! I take this as omen that I had at last found my answer in this holiday—it is back in the cinemas. I returned to Midi happy, feeling warm pleasure in my loins, and now pass the time here in the Orient Express.

In the Cine Paris

October 21, 2016 § Leave a comment

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In a porn cinema the dividing line between gay and straight blurs and it is very dark in there as well

October 20, 2016 § Leave a comment

In a porn cinema the dividing line between gay and straight blurs, and it is very dark in there as well; this is something “normal” people don’t understand. How in that intensely sexualised environment, when you are so so aroused it does not matter whose hand is on your cock, male or female, or whose mouth. This does not mean you are gay. I even once went to a several hours long appointment at a psychiatric hospital, and they finally concluded that they thought I was homosexual, because I seemed quite ‘effeminate’. I finished with the psychiatric profession on that day and knew I had to make it on my own—but that meant devoting myself to Tallulah and Esmeralda for good, and not looking back.

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