I have repaired the damage with —–, I hope I can too repair the damage with Jennifer in Brussels Empire. I need those naked breasts in my face, that arse on my lap.
Running for bus under my 38 window tonight, big black woman in low green top and massive massive bosoms bouncing. Amazing.
Trains all cancelled because of flooding, had to get bus home from ——–. Gorgeous pretty blonde teen on my bus, first pole hanging by door, then came and sat next to me. So pretty. Made it all worthwhile. How disruption like this makes you see people you never normally would.
What was so good about Brussels actually? Just the freedom, relaxing, with lots of tits and arse to always look at, and do something with, relatively cheaply.
My enduring fantasy, I am little boy for some reason staying with his schoolteacher, in some leafy steamy paradise. She walking around in swimsuits or nothing at all. F–king him. This will be my book. My Under the Hill. My Willing Cheeks. Berlin? My erotic education.
I used to call it the Kunthotel, in Kuntstraße. I was so uninspired and unaroused this time it never even crossed my mind. In those days the glorious floozies of Hanky Panky, Chocolat, Mon Cheri, Starlight, Night Dreams, Golden Gate, Blue Bananas, Sissi and Monte Carlo took me to erotic highs I had never known before in my life. Those days are long gone.
Irini in —–. Damn served by other one again, but did I imagine her looking my way as I waited for my change, and did IRINI say have a nice evening to me as I walked away even though she hadn’t served me? Interesting!