After she had finished off the very happy looking Moroccan boy (Belgian boy of Moroccan descent no doubt, I mean; not wanting to be rude), she, hubby, manager, and another gentleman who had been standing with his member out were in very animated discussion for a long time at the back of the cinema (the foyer completely unguarded this whole time; any one of us could have probably robbed the till, if we’d been able to open it). Eventually the gentleman with his member out took the blonde back down to the sofa under the screen and she got it on again, hubby sitting next to them with kitchen roll in hand. I made my excuses and left.
There is nowhere to go in London now because there is no porn cinema. A porn cinema is something around which everything else can revolve, like in Brussels, like in Vienna.
—-ing in bed again before sleep yesterday morning and again it was the thought of a Cine Paris man’s hand that really turned me on. I don’t think about being in bed with ——, or ——, or —-, I just think about a man’s hand creeping in to my lap in the darkness of Cine Paris. It is making me want to go to Brussels on Monday morning after all, however much it costs, however much I have to draw cash out of my credit card to do it.
Always a bad sign when you can’t get an erection in a porn cinema. The predatory perverts following me from seat to seat, upstairs & downstairs, always just standing next to the seat I’m sitting in, a really great nuisance. Fuck off. A good film too, La Journaliste, until it kept stopping and I complained to the manager and then he changed it to boring Footballers Wives again! As if 4 days of that wasn’t enough! Wish I had kept quiet. Upstairs was The Chambermaid, ok, but not great. How much Anna Polina now reminds me of —–. Some great music channel in Jimmy but all in Cyrillic script so I don’t know the name of the songs. Cheers. I need to learn Cyrillic script.
In years to come, even long after I have passed away perhaps, people will be coming to eat in the restaurants I did, the Café du Dome, Brussels and the Café West End in Vienna, and visiting the adult cinemas where I spent so many hours, Cine Paris in Brussels, WSK and Fortuna in Vienna, and going to the “night bars” I spent even more hours, Fifth Avenue in Brussels and Manhattan in Vienna. I await my steak with a rising excitement.