Looking back at my holiday all the memories are from the Thursday and Friday in Brussels. That tells me everything

Looking back at my holiday all the memories are from the Thursday and Friday in Brussels. That tells me everything. Cine Paris was OK, came out with erection, that made the street girls more enticing, 5th Avenue poorer than ever with one exception, one amazing huge tit brunette Nicola in the Aerschot windows, some kabin films not great but OK, Cine Paris better later, Empire girls actually turned me on as well. Can’t wait to get back now. Depends on the Eurostar tickets. Oh but I just felt so relaxed to be back in Brussels again. To doze in Cine Paris before closing–BEFORE IT SHUTS DOWN FOREVER. To lazily watch the strippers after midnight. To enjoy the amazing window girls. The kabins. 5th Avenue for one maybe. The street girls. Big tit black Bridget. Cannot wait to get back already.

With my usual madness after my Boston Steak I crossed over and got a Domino’s Pizza to take back to the hotel. I didn’t manage to finish it I’m pleased to say

With my usual madness, after my Boston Steak I crossed over and got a Domino’s Pizza to take back to the hotel. I didn’t manage to finish it, I’m pleased to say. Then, incredibly, I decided to go straight back out again! It was after 10pm now and I thought I’d catch the end of the Cine Paris show, and to my amazement the films really turned me on. I say to my amazement, but actually these late night returns when I’m feeling woozy and half asleep usually are the sexiest. I’m in no hurry to rush anywhere else, so I can just sink down in the dark and enjoy the films, half-dozing. When the lights came on and the manager turned me out, I “adjusted my dress” and headed down to Empire and amazingly the girls really turned me on. Yes, it is a travesty, a strip club where the girls don’t take their knickers off (even in private dance) but with their skimpy knickers they look naked enough and I found I enjoyed the show a lot. I think —————– put me in such an energised mood I was able to enjoy everything. Or maybe it was just being back in Brussels after disappointing trips to Vienna and Berlin, making me realise I should enjoy Brussels, as the grass is not greener on the other (German & Austrian) side. And I have to say that Indian-Hungarian Jennifer is one of the sexiest strippers I have ever seen in my life, topless only or not. She has the most incredible figure. Unfortunately all the girls seem to avoid asking me if I want a 5 euro dance at my chair after stepping off stage; perhaps because of too many refusals in the past, which was incredibly frustrating because I was in the mood to splash my cash on them for a change. The only girls who asked me were the ones I didn’t fancy, the 2 or 3 I did fancy asked the men to my left and to my right and steadfastly ignored ME! So frustrating!

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Brussels Grill looked packed so I came back to Boston Steak House for the first time. It is a bit emptier but as I expected more expensive!

Brussels Grill looked packed so I came back to Boston Steak House for the first time. It is a bit emptier but, as I expected, more expensive! Everything is extra [turns out when I got the bill it wasn’t, even though I am sure the menu says it is]. Salad that comes with the steak in Brussels Grill is an extra cost here. As is the sauce. But—the waitress is absolutely gorgeous. Curvy voluptuous young brunette. 10/10. What to say. Brussels. The England result cheered me so much, so I was in a positive mood. Cine Paris was OK. Not great, but not bad. Just pleased to see it is still there, despite rumours of its imminent demise. Then the street girls were pretty fantastic—my old “friend” Beatris, with cleavage spilling everywhere, her colleague on the other side of the road, similarly; my old friend black Bridget massive breasts bulging on next corner; 5th Avenue was poor, I’m afraid, though it felt good to be back there. NO stars left—Andrea left long ago, Lucy came & went so quickly, and now even Inna gone. One blonde girl, just going to a room with someone, was interesting, but that was it. Window girls, post-6pm, nothing special. So nothing special at all, but enough to keep me trying.

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I am becoming dangerously stimulated now. Today was really the first day of it. I realised I have only dipped my toes in the water of what is possible sex-wise

I am becoming dangerously stimulated now. Today was really the first day of it. I realised I have only dipped my toes in the water of what is possible sex-wise, even in the last 2½ years. I have barely scratched the surface. I should have stayed so much more in Cine Paris, even with awful American films. Something always made me reticent, not wanting to. I hope I can rediscover rampancy at least now summer is coming. And the £25 Eurostar tickets COULD be a game-changer. Thinking a lot about Zinip at the end of Rue d’Aerschot today. I am so randy now. Still February 9th since I last had sex. Ohhhhhh I cannot wait till I arrive in Kanthotel Berlin late on 13th June. However bad Sissi, Monte Carlo and 77 are, they are still better than nothing.

The key is I want to get really really turned on in a place

The key is I want to get really really turned on in a place, slippy wet pre cum making my cock slippery, on the verge of orgasm, a steamy hothouse atmosphere; I felt like that in the Stage 2000 kabins and was so turned on and ready to f—k anybody, but did NOT feel like that in Cine Paris so felt dead in 5th. But if I had waited for the Dorcel hospital film it would have been better. Never felt it in Vienna so never even desired Jackie; different if WSK had some good films.

Yes Cine Paris was rubbish but it is not always so. Yes 5th Avenue was rubbish but there was a new discovery in Leyla

Yes, Cine Paris was rubbish but it is not always so. Yes 5th Avenue was rubbish but there was a new discovery in Leyla who could be worth another look. And Gare du Nord is there when the weather warms up a bit. “Man is no more guilty of following his primitive impulses than is the sea for its waves” etc, that De Sade quote. Well, my primitive impulses led me to doing nothing on the last two days in Brussels, except going to bed early and staying there. 1015 Sunday morning. I’ll spend my last 45 minutes in the hotel having a couple of beers, before the taxi back to Midi. I’m no longer even going to pretend I hope to walk back to Midi. Another bright blue-skied cold Brussels morning.