I must admit I am curious now about what a 50 euro private dance in a place like Dolly or Candy Bar would be like

I must admit I am curious now about what a 50 euro private dance in a place like Dolly or Candy Bar would be like; I think those girls would be quite naughty; more so than in the bigger Atlantic City or Tiffany. I will give it a go next time I stop over in Munich. Perhaps there IS some bang for your buck. Anyway, I’m stopping off in Frankfurt on my way back (presuming I don’t change it at the last minute and carry on all the way to Brussels). Not particularly cold; for December ridiculously mild. Boringly so. Maybe not particularly exciting in Munich last night, but it was titillating enough to get me in the mood for it now. A rising sense of excitement as we head towards Vienna. 0848 Still 2 hours 40 minutes to go. But a lovely quiet train (1st class would have been even better of course). My erections coming & going in a pleasantly heady, lubricious mood.
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Curiosity about how much more comfortable my bottom might feel in 1st class is starting to irritate me

Curiosity about how much more comfortable my bottom might feel in 1st class is starting to irritate me. Suddenly I feel stuck in a carriage full of plebs, when I could be breathing more rarefied air. Rosenheim. On our way to Salzburg. Suddenly my lack of a footrest here in 2nd class grows in my mind; I imagine what luxurious foot rests they might have in 1st class; lovely pouffés to put one’s feet on. Waited on by busty Bavarian maidens. This is haunting me. Their huge bosoms accidentally on purpose falling out of their low-cut dirndls as they bend to serve me. I have an erection now. Austria is picture-book beautiful (we might even still be in Bavaria). Like something out of the fairy tales you read as a child. How lovely to finally get some sleep last night (or early hours of the morning anyway)! All I could think about yesterday was my fatigue; 33 hours without sleep I went.

I never even remembered to go to the Sexyland kabins. Means I got through 65 euros on my one night in Munich

I never even remembered to go to the Sexyland kabins. Means I got through 65 euros on my one night in Munich; to go with the 12 in Brussels. My Regent Hotel bedroom was like a monk’s room; in tribute to Munich’s historic past I presume. Like the room you’d put a penitent sinner in. The bed inside a wooden box. I nearly smashed my head open when my room phone rang with my wake up call at 6 this morning and I had to jump from my bed to the desk, only noticing the wooden post at the end of my bed with a split second to spare. The conductor has just pointed out to me my ticket is actually for a FIRST class seat. I remember now booking the ticket weeks in advance it was only a few euros more expensive for a 1st class seat so I thought yes, why not, let me treat myself! First time I’ve ever booked a 1st class seat and then I forget to use it. Anyway, don’t want to move now and probably find the 1st class carriages are nearly full when I get there. I stay. Idiot. I booked the ticket such a long time ago I’d forgotten all about it. I blame myself.

Well I bit the bullet and booked all the DB tickets for the December trip to Vienna. Total damage £158. Not bad is it!

Well I bit the bullet and booked all the DB tickets for the December trip to Vienna. Total damage £158. Not bad is it! With stopover in Munich Monday night going and Frankfurt Friday night coming back. 27 euros Brussels to Munich, 39 euros Munich to Vienna arriving 1130am, 84 euros Vienna to Frankfurt arriving 136pm Friday, 27 euros again Frankfurt to Brussels arriving 935am Saturday morinng, with awkward 3 hours to kill before my 1252 Eurostar home. What will I do? See what time O’Reilly’s opens and have an Irish breakfast maybe. Spend an hour in Cine Paris till midday. Pop up to Gare du Nord for last window perhaps. Anyway £158 for trains to Vienna and back is not bad at all. And that includes a First Class booking for the Munich to Vienna leg! Treated myself there.