The Max is really quiet on this visit; the quietest I’ve ever known it

The Max is really quiet on this visit; the quietest I’ve ever known it. The lady says they are at 50% occupancy but I would be surprised if it was as much as that. The Cine Paris films have been really rubbish, but oh what a pleasure it is to have a porn cinema to sit in at all—a long lost pleasure in London. It is worth the 14 euros just to enjoy the pleasure of sitting in a porn cinema, a really really plush one at that, whatever films are showing. There, now the lounge is filling up with people, putting their bags in the lockers—arrivals or departures I do not know. Italian.

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Even though the two Cine Paris films were rubbish how lovely it is to have a porn cinema to sit in and enjoy a cold beer at the same time

Even though the two Cine Paris films were rubbish, how lovely it is to have a porn cinema to sit in, and enjoy a cold beer at the same time. Even though the Empire girls were rubbish (Jennifer excepted), how lovely to have a strip club to stroll to at 1 o’clock in the morning just around the corner from my hotel. Even though there have been no stars at Fifth Avenue this time (Inna, Leyla, Diane), how lovely to sit all afternoon and evening in a bar full of floozies, floozies who do NOT bother you or hustle for business.mysteremystere-1mystere-2mystere-au-moulin-rouge_26367050_2

I did do something new on this trip. Last time I just went to the door of the Night Porter hotel but this time I calmly went in and walked around

I did do something new on this trip. Last time I just went to the door of the Night Porter hotel but this time I calmly went in and walked around. Last time it was still a branch of Bank Austria but now it is a dm pharmacy. It was very moving to finally be inside that building that has meant so much to me over the years. I had another beer in the Café Savoy next to it (which also features in the film) and was delighted to see they have Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten on the menu! For just 11,90! Unfortunately I was too early for the kitchen to be open. Another time. In WSK the films were poor so I just at the bar in the lobby and asked the Mongolian girl if she would masturbate me there, so then I sat with my member out and she happily stroking me in front of everyone. Big older blonde Christina came up and joined in as well. Incredible scenes but it felt totally relaxed. The manager kept his face in his computer screen and let us get on with it; other customers came in and out and quite calmly let us get on with it. You cannot do that in London. There isn’t even a single porn cinema left. Disgusting. There were 3 really attractive girls in Manhattan—Denitsa my long time “friend” who I am always tempted to do something with but then never do, plus new blonde frizzy asymmetric bob Croatian-Romanian, and big voluptuous beautiful Ghanaian girl. If it had not been for my splitting headache I might well have done something with all three of them. So on to a last night in Frankfurt which I don’t really want. The hotel is already paid for so I can just stay in all night and stop myself spending any more money I can ill afford; as I try to go out with a bang, literally & metaphorically. If this is my very last holiday, I should have plenty of time to repair my finances once I get back home.

This Asian barmaid is the best thing to have happened at the Dorint in a very long time

This Asian barmaid is the best thing to have happened at the Dorint in a very long time. I am attracted to her. I might even just stay here drinking as long as she is around, then go to the station, stuff myself with food—pizza & roll & Subway then come back and sleep till tonight. Leave Belvedere and Burggasse Peep till last day tomorrow. I have been to the art museums of Vienna so many times, but Belvedere has so many treasures it is always a pleasure to go back—Richard Gerstl’s Laughing Self Portrait among the most important pictures of my whole life, Makart’s Five Senses (oh Klimt’s The Kiss is there of course but this has always left me cold. Vienna’s Mona Lisa it is not, for me. The Gerstl Laughing Self Portrait takes that crown for me). 120. How fantastic it is to go to a porn cinema in Europe, and sit there in the lobby, at the bar, and calmly unzip my trousers and get my cock out, and have one of the girls calmly wanking me in front of everyone. This is the glory of Europe. EU, no. Europe yes. And what harm does it do to ANYONE if some floozie in a Vienna porn kino manually pleasures me? Of course none. Yet still, it is forbidden in so many places. Can you imagine what that —- Paul Convery would do about this. Priggish —-. Please, please, do not let the prigs win.

So let me try to recap events of yesterday. Well quite simply WSK, Café Westend, bed. Slept right through till 4.50 in the morning!

So let me try to recap events of yesterday. Well, quite simply, WSK, Café Westend, bed. Slept right through till 4.50 in the morning! So, so much for my plan of going back out at night for the night bars. WSK. Three eminently naughty looking women in the lobby; just ONE customer in the cinema, and he left soon after as well. I allowed Mongolian Anita and big blonde Austrian Christina to perform hand massage on me (pointless of course, without resolution, as I was so benumbed by drink) but the films were pretty rubbish. After that I sat at the bar drinking Gösser, bought Anita the Mongolian a beer too, and she sat with me at the bar openly wanking me in front of everyone. I bought Christina a drink too and she came up and joined in the wanking. A very pleasant time. I encouraged Anita to spit on my cock to lubricate and she happily did so. Like I say, when I travel it is like I am starring in my own porn film. We don’t have any porn cinemas left in London, and even if we did no way that kind of thing would be possible! This is why I travel. Back to Café West End after 7pm, and surprised to find it so empty. A customarily gorgeous Alt Wiener Zwiebelrostbraten (with no drink) then back to bed.

After leaving the Dorint bar an eventful trip to WSK

After leaving the Dorint bar, an eventful trip to WSK. The floozies still there. Three of them, all very nice, in their blowsy floozie way. None of them would make it into a Rue d’Aerschot window, but for a dark porn kino all 3 of them were just right. Just what the doctor ordered. Christina the busty older German blonde. A Turkish-looking brunette with a ponytail. And Mongolian Anita. Anita one of these girls you meet in these places periodically—a star. Charismatic. Because of her I stayed rather too long. Now, here I am, back in the Café West End.vienna-5