So on the train to Germany. I hope it is less of an ordeal than my last one. A low-key night in Brussels. Too late to do anything but go straight to Fifth Avenue. No one there of any note at all, except Inna. But then appearing next to me was a very sexy Moroccan-looking girl. She asked the barmaid for a coke just as I was waiting for my beer, and the barmaid mistakenly thought we were together and charged me for both. “Oh no no no!” cried the girl, panicking, which I thought was sweet, so I bought it for her. Leyla. A definite possibility. I drank too much, pointlessly, then somehow got down to Empire via the back streets—don’t know how or why I did that. Didn’t notice Manuela was there till she got up on stage and danced. A perfunctory 5 euro lapdance in my seat after that which seemed to last no more than 20 seconds, and that was that. I left after that and came back to sleep. And here I am waiting for the train to Koln to depart. 1 hour 50 minutes to Koln—oh we’re moving—then 4 hours 18 minutes to Berlin. Not bad.
I just found myself thinking a lot about Inna, telling her where I work. Lying in her arms. The exciting thing to do WOULD be to go to Brussels on Wednesday afternoon after all. Christ but my capital is maxed out. This madness. Eurostar £164 cheapest. Well, just over one night’s work; for 2 nights of pleasure, in 5th, Cine Paris, and Nord windows, and Empire.
Christ, I am starting to think about Manuela in Empire. How sexy it felt just brushing her arse and side of breasts with my hands. How I would like to touch her more, upstairs, in private. I have to try. Perhaps I SHOULD go back to Brussels just for 2 nights on Wednesday!!!! And let a man’s hand encircle my cock in Cine Paris. And get to 5th late enough to f–k Inna at last. And go with that huge breasts Ivana at Gare du Nord.
Yes, the Rue d’Aerschot window girls are stunningly beautiful but walking along a cold street trying to shelter from the biting wind and avoid stepping in dog shit is not conducive to a sexy feeling, so that is why I do not feel like actually doing anything. Fifth Avenue is a warm, sexy environment but just hasn’t had the quality of girls this time (Inna never there when I’m there, and no Lucy at all). Le Coin has come nice women but of the heftier variety; don’t come here looking for sexy young slim things, which I don’t.