Did those things really happen? Patricia, Bella Rosa, Susi, Irina, Emily, Yulia, Riccarda, Iga, Diana, Maria? It seems too fantastical

November 18, 2017 § Leave a comment

Did those things really happen? Patricia, Bella Rosa, Susi, Irina, Emily, Yulia, Riccarda, Iga, Diana, Maria? It seems too fantastical. Incredible, unbelievable nights. Did that pink top blonde with the massive breasts on the plane to Munich really happen or did I imagine her? “The world is a book, and he who does not travel reads only one page”–St Augustine. Sunny dancing to No One Knows. Getting completely lacerated, pulled limb from limb, absolutely soul murdered, when I went to Norway. Did those things truly happen? Truly Munich and Berlin were my Cities of the Autumn Stars. Will I ever have a night as magical as watching England v Turkey under the bulb-lit trees beside the Frauenkirche before walking back to Atlantic City and entering with Irina approaching me smiling and saying she wants to come back to my hotel! Or going back in January to find Heidi Klum on the billboard outside my window, then walking into Atlantic City, hardly able to breathe, going into kabins first, but hearing Junior Senior, J-Lo Let’s Get Loud, Hip Teens Don’t Wear Blue Jeans blaring out from inside, to sit there drunk & dazed as B—– danced along the catwalk to Jay-Z’s Threat “dig a hole in the desert, build the Sands on you”, Elena to Tu M’a Promis, before going into separée with Patricia and her letting me wank over her breasts with people standing just a couple of feet away from us! Or going back two weeks later into the separée again with Patricia but this time she told me “B—–, I-love-you”, so I staggered out into the deep deep snow & continuing never-ending snowstorm, to find the unbelievable Emily in see through black top, and going into the separée to have the greatest sexual experience of my life, as I pulled down her knickers and pulled out my cock, as she ran the cotton wool bud dipped in champagne around the tip of my penis, before letting me wank over her huge huge breasts! Or going to the brothels for the first time in Berlin, walking around the corner from my Kanthotel to Stutti Frutti and f–king the incredible big breasts black-haired Yulia in that James Pryde bedroom on the four poster bed! Or going back to Berlin a month later & going into Mon Cheri for the first time to meet Riccarda, back to the Pryde bedroom, the same bed, where I felt like I was f–king Marilyn Monroe! Meeting her two nights later as she was slowly stripping on stage! Or going back to Berlin to meet the incredible white-haired black dressed Iga! “Liebling. Darling. Will you kiss me?” Or going from Staatsoper’s La Traviata to the Erotic Centre, coming out with the erection into the falling snow, to go back to Diana, the huge breasts blonde in black catsuit, on that same Pryde four poster bed!
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I remember going to Berlin in 2004 and between leaving my mother’s front door and opening the front gate I had developed an erection

December 26, 2016 § Leave a comment

I remember going to Berlin in 2004 and between leaving my mother’s front door and opening the front gate I had developed an erection, so easily turned on was I in those days! And I wasn’t disappointed when I got there. I think that was the trip where I met Yulia and lost my Berlin virginity in that black James Pryde bedroom above Stutti Frutti or Hanky Panky or Mon Cheri–-I was too drunk to remember which. And, I don’t mean to be crude, and I know it sounds terrible, but at one point she was on all fours on the four poster bed, and I honestly don’t know whether I put myself in her front bottom or her back bottom. I still wonder about that to this day. It was incredibly dark in there. Such was the ice back then!

On all my previous visits to Berlin on the ‘Wild Hunt’ I would drink in my hotel bar right up until midnight or 1AM and only then head out into the night towards Stuttgarter Platz

December 10, 2016 § Leave a comment

On all my previous visits to Berlin on the ‘Wild Hunt’ I would drink in my hotel bar right up until midnight or 1AM, and only then head out into the night towards Stuttgarter Platz. I think I was shy in those days and wanted to wait until the streets were as clear as possible. On this trip I could not wait to get out and get the night started and over with! I was champing at the bit looking at my watch, 4PM, 5PM is it too early to start drinking in the hotel bar yet bearing in mind none of the places I wanted to go to opened till 9PM, or at least 8PM for a couple of them? As soon as it got to 8-830PM I was out the hotel and heading to the first place. So it was I got to Chez Michelle just as they opened their doors and before they have even turned their lights on inside, and just one girl had assumed her place at the bar and she was not my type. The doorman tried to charge me 20 Euros and no free drink, but I managed to convince him to throw in one free drink. I sat at the bar close to the door and admired the magnificent glowing 18th century erotic engravings covering the wall in that corner. I would love to know who the artist was, I would say he was English. Leaving there as quickly as I could finish my beer, I got the bus down Martin-Luther-Straße to Lustgarten. Lots of girls but once again I felt it was too early, and they had to prod one girl to get up on stage and do a dance. Again I left as quickly as I could finish my beer. I got the bus back to Zoo, passing Caligula which I will no doubt try on some future visit, and another bus up Ku’Damm. The old Sarah Young videokabin place has been turned into just a huge erotic DVD store, so boring.

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I was drinking in the hotel bar for a few hours in the end enjoying the Berliner Kindl so much and the scary thing is I have absolutely no memory of leaving

December 7, 2016 § Leave a comment

I was drinking in the hotel bar for a few hours in the end, enjoying the Berliner Kindl so much, and the scary thing is I have absolutely no memory of leaving, or in which direction I turned when I did. My memory starts when I was around Mommsenstraße and Windscheidstraße looking for the Berlin Erotic Centre. BEC itself was a massive disappointment. The store seems to have doubled in size and left just one tiny little corner for the kabins, and the film selection was so small and poor. Mon Cheri was closed, of course, and the only place open in that stretch was Stutti (or is it called Chocolat), just the barmaid. She says the three girls had already gone to a hotel with three businessmen about 10 minutes before I arrived. There was a sexy Turkish woman in black dress outside Sissi Bar, and a sexy blonde outside Monte Carlo, but I pressed on to Club 77 and never came back. The walk back to the hotel afterwards seemed unbelievably long and took forever and I could not believe I had walked all this way before, and as I say, had absolutely no memory of even leaving the hotel.

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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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.

The great thing I discovered in Berlin was that you could sit with the girls drinking and talking with them before taking them upstairs to a room

November 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

The great thing I discovered in Berlin was that you could sit with the girls drinking and talking with them before taking them upstairs to a room. In Soho you have to go straight into the bedroom and get straight on with it and be out again in 10 minutes; or in Munich you can sit with the girls drinking and talking with them but then there is nothing else. But in Berlin, you can sit with the girls in lovely plush dark Mucha salons and then take them up to even darker wonderfully opulent bedrooms. It gave me the greatest erotic experiences of my life. And in London you just have all this private dancing. What is the point of it? It just arouses passions it cannot fulfill.

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