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.

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

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.

Some big breasts in a tight sweater. That is all I need. Don’t know why more porn cinemas don’t just show porn like this

Some big breasts in a tight sweater. That is all I need. Don’t know why more porn cinemas don’t just show porn like this. I wish I owned my own porn cinema. It would be the best porn cinema in the world. There would be ferns, & music playing everywhere, some places all violin music, some places all old psycho funk 1970s music, old blues 1920s music. In another room a stage with fully nude striptease. My dreams in life are all of a pornographic Priapic nature. That is my pilot light. That is the Nile deep underground inside me. My hinterland is all my erotic memories.

Upstairs at Cine Paris is a cocksuckers’ paradise. Man on man, I mean; only once have I ever seen a woman in here

Upstairs at Cine Paris is a cocksuckers’ paradise. Man on man, I mean; only once have I ever seen a woman in here. I thought by 9pm the perverts would all have gone home, but two men got blowjobs even in the short time I was there. The downstairs cinema was usually empty. All my enthusiasm for Brussels seems to have disappeared. I have reached my new modern era (post-marriage) Peak Brussels and now, like Grand Prix tyres, performance has just suddenly fallen “off a cliff”. It is not a slow lessening of excitement, it has just gone. But I am like that with women, too. Someone I thought I quite fancied, I suddenly go off them in the click of my fingers, and then cannot bear to see them.

206pm. Dome. Wow proper raining now. Lashing down ferociously

206pm. Dome. Wow proper raining now. Lashing down ferociously. I just missed it. My first Stella in the Dome on this visit. I have to say I really don’t think I like Stella. It has too much of a creamy texture & taste compared to the more clear watery Jupiler or Maes. Every time I walk past the shell of the old Cine ABC I feel terribly sad. How wonderful those old 1970s porn films were—“hairy porn” as I call it. What a difference from porn today where men & women do not seem to have a single hair anywhere on their bodies. And the hourly stripper of course. Think I’m coming down with a bit of a cold. Not surprising, after walking around for so long in the rain yesterday. Oh, I just saw a van passing, in the colours of “Patisserie Transylvania”. Fantastic. No I really don’t like the Stella. I would leave now but I’ll stay for one more just to see if —– comes in at 3. Christ I felt so randy when I returned to Fifth Avenue last night, but now I feel nothing. My usual lethargy & inertia.

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