I crave the permanent sexual stimulation of being in BEC Berlin, or Caribic kabins Nuremberg. Or Cine Paris? Brussels. Or watching the girls bounce past window of Molly Moggs or Montagu Puke in London before going round corner to Tina or Zara to let it out. Last high nights I had were with Adelina in Vienna and Lucy in Brussels at end of 20–. Really nothing at all this year and we are nearly in June already. The dirty bombs will start being exploded soon enough, in London and elsewhere, so need to do as many dirty things now as I can.
I WANT to have real dirty nights like I used to back in Soho, in 1998, even as late as 2006. Surely I can still resurrect this erotic fly from the amber in Brussels or Berlin or Nuremberg?
Yes my old reticence will return once I get to Fifth Avenue, but if there was a great videokabin place just next door, I would be so much more rampant in Fifth Avenue. If I ran a knocking shop I would make sure there were also some high quality videokabins on site. The girls would make so much more money.
I was happy in Nuremberg because I spent my night in the superb videokabins of Caribic; that made me bursting to f—k anyone, anyone would do, just to stick this throbbing pole into somebody (willing, of course, and cheap). In Vienna I usually am left depressed and dispirited by the poor porn (disregarding what the ancient Chinese always used to say “even bad porn is good porn” or “no porn is bad”, depending on your translation). ML Revue kabins awful, Burggasse Peep kabins awful, and the Menzelstraße kabins were awful and now the place has closed down altogether. That really leaves me WSK, and while it is good to have the floozies there, Jackie in particular, the films shown are often rubbish and so it was on all three visits. That meant I reached Manhattan, Tete a Tete and Exzess in already subdued mood. It is often the case in Vienna. Berlin is poor now since Stuttgarter Platz was almost totally wiped out, but at least it has excellent kabins in BEC (Eroticpoint) which make me really desperate to walk on to Sissi or Monte Carlo to do something (I usually don’t, but the anticipation is exciting enough). If only I could choose the films at WSK Vienna would be perfect. I have often been tempted to ask a porn cinema manager if I could.
On the ICE to Brussels. A much more spacious train than the Nuremberg to Frankfurt one! Sitting in the Caribic videokabins last night I was thinking when I get to Brussels Fifth Avenue I’m going to f—k the first half-decent girl there I see, don’t care who she is; but of course that feeling has passed, and my old reticence will no doubt still be in force when I get there. And that I realise (again, re-realise) is why Vienna so often does disappoint. To really find a place erotic, to be able to really release the erotic fly from the amber, raise the woolly mammoth from the ice, there needs first of all to be a really good source of pornography.
Nuremberg restored my faith in Eros at least. Magnificent videokabins in Stage 2000 followed by the stunning window girls/laufhaus girls of the Frauentormauer. Walking along the Frauentormauer on my first stop in Nuremberg on the way to Vienna I remember thinking “A man could make his home in Nuremberg”. Daisy, Rubina. So many stunning girls. If I did not do anything it is perhaps because it was already so late, almost midnight, and I had just had a Burger King whopper, large fries AND six onion rings and more than anything needed a shit. En route to Frankfurt now, 12 minutes delayed at least, but hopefully I’ll still make my connection.
So yes a dire evening in Brussels; but mostly my fault. I was tired, I arrived late. Time I got to Fifth Avenue almost everyone had gone. Empire was like a tomb. No other customers. On the ICE to Nuremberg now; changing at Frankfurt. Couple of minutes till we leave. My pox horribly red when I arrived in Brussels, and horribly red when I woke about 4 in the morning for a wee. We will see if I can salvage any Eros from this holiday at all; even if it is manual only!