Funny why Vienna affected me so little this time. Leaving the Dorint scuppered me a lot, and no Adelina. And rubbish films in WSK. Berlin has those good BEC kabins, and staying at Kanthotel will be SUCH a thrill again. A new nexus. Just May to get through, and to be honest the sexiest most turning me on girls I have met for a long long time have been the —– girls.
And so if I’ve not met anyone I really fancy on this trip to Vienna, that puts back any return visit to some indefinite distant point. I’ve not seen anything to make me rush back for. Saw nothing in Brussels to rush back for. I question my whole way of life, again. I hope I can enjoy Nuremberg on my return. The thing is, if I’d met a really mind-blowing floozie e.g. Adelina from last time, that would have lifted my spirits so much that I WOULD definitely be inspired to go to the Belvedere, and other cultural things; but with my spirits not really being lifted that much by anyone, I have little enthusiasm for the cultural things either. I should perhaps force myself up to Angelique at least tonight. One last try.
My pox too bad to take my trousers off with Adelina again, or anyone. So the whole Vienna trip is pointless. Still it is now just 4 days away! Life in London is pointless, there is nothing for me to do in London except keep going to —— and wasting hundreds of pounds there. Nothing else. So I keep travelling. And yet Brussels has now become a deadly dangerous place to go. Berlin’s pleasure almost completely wiped out with the destruction of Stuttgarter Platz. This time last year coming back from Vienna I said how pointless it was and disappointing. That was BEFORE my infection, but also BEFORE I started using rhino horn.
I am starting to feel a hunger, a yearning, for Adelina in Manhattan; at least for Manhattan whoever is there. Obviously check out Angelique and WSK as well. Perhaps pointless detours as far as Burggasse Peep and ML Revue as usual, and as usual vowing never to bother again. Fortuna Kino is off the list now they have stopped having the hookers. I might pop up as far as Wahringer Kino, and even the Club Exzess. Perhaps a tram ride to Belvedere or U-Bahn into Leopold or Albertina.
Adelina. Adelina. With each less than overwhelming visit to a night bar in Berlin or Brussels, I find myself thinking about Adelina in Vienna more and more. Now the blue skies are out, I am at last starting to see some pretty faces in the Brussels street again. Spring is around the corner. 215. Beer No.4. Anyway, I suppose this is not really the time of year for sparks to fly, and kindling to catch fire; we are all just too bitterly cold.
I wonder if February is time for me to return to Vienna. I think about Adelina a lot, up there in the top 3 or 4 most beautiful women I have ever done something with. And if Fortuna Kino stopped having hookers in 2015 because of police raids, then it can only be a matter of time before WSK loses them as well, and without the porn kino sex of Fortuna and WSK, I don’t know if there is going to be enough reason to ever go to Vienna again. There is Manhattan at night (Golden Time exists but this kind of environment is not my type). Where Brussels differs from Vienna is there are bars full of hookers during the DAY rather than during the NIGHT. An interesting cultural difference. Brasseries a femmes, I think it is called in France. Beer & sex. From 12 midday to 12 midnight (roughly speaking). But with each day of the holiday that passes, and with each litre of beer I consume, my sexual desire wanes further. I can still maintain a half-erection, of course I can, but just mentally my interest is not there anymore. And honestly if WSK stops having its whores, especially the very sexy Jackie and the now gone Amanda, I really don’t think there will be enough reason to EVER return to Vienna. I have even given up on Berlin (long ago I gave up on Munich).
When I think about it what an amazing year last year was. The double — handjob from Manuela in Burggasse Peep. Adelina in Manhattan, Lucy in 5th Avenue. Starting the ——. ——– letting me touch her breasts, and press my erection into her, and she let me. ——- dancing stark naked on stage for me. Getting the ——- job out of the blue. Stopping drinking coke and losing 2 stone in weight. Last year has to be the best year of my life. The raging outbreak of infection from September onwards stymied it greatly, otherwise how much greater it could have been. Dare I hope that with the infection almost gone, this year has all the prospects of being even better? The ——– is defeated, the infection almost defeated. The —— give me greater erections than ever before. More money than ever before. And frankly no ——– to drain my money anymore.