Interesting I feel no desire to go back to see Adelina in Vienna, or even anyone in Brussels. I love my sumptuous white and red bed at home. Wearing my jeans to work when I am SOBER I notice how much they stink. All that sweat and juices going straight into the denim. Secondly, how sexy it feels at work having my cock right there against the surface of my trousers, how easily it starts to swell with that friction, that rubbing, that touching. Makes me want to go back to Brussels after all. I am not even kidding, only writing these words do I actually suddenly realise how much it is true. I want Beatrice now. Bruna, Lucy, black Brazilian. I want to f–k them all now, with my cock just inside my trousers. Fuck restraints. I can have restraints when I am back with —— and old. When I am young and single, no time for restraints.