Brunette in white top finishing her cigarette outside Victoria, then bouncing past me, those lovely breasts in bra bouncing under that white top. Amazing.
Highlights of this trip? None, really. Just that brief moment Mariana opened her door and bent down to talk to me and her pendulous bosoms so nearly fell out of her long orange dress. Hopefully this will be enough to keep me away from Brussels until my end of year Vienna trip. Indeed, as soon as I get home, book the Vienna trip now! Far in advance hopefully I can guarantee my favourite hotel, and at cheap prices. 3 months to wait? You think I can?
Two gobsmacking girls on way to work. Last night a wonderful big big Indian girl got on my 23 at Regent Street, and tonight she got on again but this time in blue jeans and low cut black top. Getting off I had 7 or 8 seconds standing there looking down at those magnificent half naked massive globes. Fantastic. And passing same bus, black fishnets, black miniskirt and kind of X shape black cantilevered top over massive humongous bouncy breasts tightly constrained inside, dark blonde beautiful Brazilian looking. Those breasts. Amazing. THIS is why I must just go out on my days off, even just to a pub.
Now I WANT to go to Munich! I want to stand in the portico of the Justizpalast again. Don’t care how rubbish Atlantic City is or how expensive the private dances or pushy the girls. Don’t care. It is the memories. It is the wellstone, the lodestone. Bella Rosa Jay Z Build the Sands on You. Patricia handjob coming over her breasts. Emily running cotton wool bud dipped in champagne around head of my penis. Extraordinary nights in Munich. Irina! “I want to come back to your hotel!” Suzy. Viktoria. Surely I could find SOME new excitement in Munich???
On Friday train to work, black hair girl on seat on other side to me, in something like a black playboy bunny outfit, zip pulled down so I could look right down the deep valley of her lovely jubbly cleavage. What an intoxicating sight. She was almost naked. So hard not to keep looking, as she was doing up birthday presents in wrapping paper. Those lovely jubblies, zip pulled down several inches just to reveal them even more. Amazing sight. Again an impatient tetchiness in me. Cannot wait, but also nervous.
Bored at home now but no desire to go to —– for Frankenstein’s monster breasts of D—–, or just to go to —— for pointless pints then home. My arse sore already. And no porn cinema to go to.
And that’s the point isn’t it. I will never stop. I really want to see L–, P—- and H—- again. To see Jennifer in Brussels. To see Inna again one day? Always new flesh, new breasts, new bottoms to enjoy. It never goes away. That one night IN Brussels gave me a chance to see how this year COULD come to life. Felt so high after the —–. You carry the weather with you. Cannot wait to get back.