Well let’s face it if I wanted to go back the best time is this coming week!

Well let’s face it if I wanted to go back the best time is this coming week! I have got the Saturday off as well. So could go Wednesday morning, come back Friday night?? CHECK BANK WHEN I GET HOME. I still have 200 euros in my pocket and that would get me through 2 whole days in Brussels. The turning away from Vienna (and Berlin & Munich) actually frees me up to go to Brussels much more often and intensely. The last several visits have ALL been sexually intense, erections bulging in trousers with Betty, Lucy, Emily, that Paola in the street, Beatrice. Cine Paris, Rue des C and 5th Avenue unlikely to be targeted you would have thought. Wouldn’t feel safe in Brussels Grill though. FULL of American tourists from the big surrounding hotels. Have to forego that pleasure I am afraid.
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Though I say my addictive lust for sex and porn has destroyed my relationship, my love, when it is not there like now I miss it

Though I say my addictive lust for sex and porn has destroyed my relationship, my love, when it is not there, like now, I miss it. I miss that sex drive that gets me out of bed, that sexual hunger that is only motivation for anything. Feel lifeless now, depressed by how suddenly terrifying Brussels has become dampening its carnality. This lust has led me to the greatest nights of my life. Red Riding Hood Night in Soho Cinema, for example, the Sunset Cinema nights. The Godzilla days. STILL though, I would love go to back to Brussels really turned on with lust, my cock bulging against my jeans, no underwear, from Cine Paris along Rue des C, to 5th Avenue and sit in 5th with massive cock, sizing up which ones. My last two visits to 5th have led to me getting my big cock out with Betty and then with Lucy, so that place certainly DOES turn me on!

The thought of any more 12 hour journeys to Vienna leaves me cold. Being so far from home just FEELS so much more expensive

The thought of any more 12 hour journeys to Vienna leaves me cold. Being so far from home just FEELS so much more expensive. Feel no desire for Jacki, that has already gone with one f–k, already bored with her. Don’t even feel any interest in Adelina, and certainly my desire for Melissa or Denitsa has gone. That little blonde Romanian Roberta would be quite sexy, her little slim body round my big cock. But really I think it will be a long while before I return to Vienna (and Berlin and Munich are over forever. Next Vienna trip I can stay a night in Nuremberg only).

A large percentage of the greatest nights of my life took place in the Flying Scotsman

A large percentage of the greatest nights of my life took place in the Flying Scotsman. In fact the only place I ever got furiously uncontrollably angry was the Flying Scotsman, a huge number of times; it was the only place I used to drink so much and get so emotional. I really don’t think there is any other place on this earth where I have got angry in public (in my bathroom in front of the mirror, yes, but not in public).