What was so good about Brussels actually? Just the freedom, relaxing, with lots of tits and arse to always look at, and do something with, relatively cheaply.
I used to call it the Kunthotel, in Kuntstraße. I was so uninspired and unaroused this time it never even crossed my mind. In those days the glorious floozies of Hanky Panky, Chocolat, Mon Cheri, Starlight, Night Dreams, Golden Gate, Blue Bananas, Sissi and Monte Carlo took me to erotic highs I had never known before in my life. Those days are long gone.
Good to know Nuremberg is not THAT long a journey, as I feared. Shorter than Berlin. Three hours from Brussels to Frankfurt, and then 2 hours to Nuremberg. It is a very doable trip if I wanted to make it a regular thing. And 3 hours Brussels to Frankfurt brings Frankfurt back into play next time. I really thought it was longer. I think I feel sexier when I am hungover, reversing my previous thought that it deadens me. It deadens me to all shame really. Going out for the second time late on Thursday night AFTER a massive steak AND Domino’s Pizza, so sleepy, woozy, felt amazing. Maybe drinking in Le Coin for 2 hours before getting the 5-hour train to Nuremberg WILL be good, as I can arrive hungover and sleepy and force myself out again in that state after 10pm Tuesday night in Nuremberg.
Deutsche Bahn ticket to Nuremberg, and just 5½ hours. Leave Brussels 245pm, arrive Nuremberg 8pm. Perfect. Coming back leave Nuremberg 12 and arrive Brussels 530pm Wednesday. Perfect again. So it is booked. Monday –th July first night in Brussels, then second night in Nuremberg, coming back to Brussels for Wednesday to Friday nights, home early Saturday morning. The Max is cheap and Eurostar not bad £89. That will be my next holiday, presuming no Snap tickets come online before then.
Funny moment Friday walking from Cine Paris and stopping off in newsagents to buy gum, only on coming out and checking my flies did I realise they were wide open, and I had quite a swollen cock still as well! Felt sexy! Really need to book my next holiday NOW don’t I, if I want to get the cheap prices for 19 July or so. Think no point going to Empire on Monday/Tuesday so could go to Nuremberg for 2 days first? Then spend Wednesday to Friday in Brussels. Or just go to Brussels Monday to Wednesday ASAP. But Nuremberg has got great kabins, great window girls, and a nice little proper strip club. A great Burger King next to my hotel as well.
So yes my trip maybe only lasted 4 nights (the first 3 of which in Berlin were pretty pointless), but the value of my travelling lies in the days and weeks of rising erotic anticipation that preceded this trip, and already the days of lubricious pleasure that have followed it as I remember some of the titillating moments I did enjoy from it. I have no regrets from Berlin: I went to King George, 77, Monte Carlo and Sissi, and all were rubbish. Even BEC was rubbish this time. Glad to get away. My regrets from Brussels are I did NOT do anything with black Bridget when she looked so sexy. I did not speak to the busty girl in black dress opposite Beatrice. I did not do anything with a window girl. I did not get close and personal with Indian Jennifer in Empire. I did not get to enjoy MORE of Cine Paris. Did not get to Le Coin.
Looking back at my holiday all the memories are from the Thursday and Friday in Brussels. That tells me everything. Cine Paris was OK, came out with erection, that made the street girls more enticing, 5th Avenue poorer than ever with one exception, one amazing huge tit brunette Nicola in the Aerschot windows, some kabin films not great but OK, Cine Paris better later, Empire girls actually turned me on as well. Can’t wait to get back now. Depends on the Eurostar tickets. Oh but I just felt so relaxed to be back in Brussels again. To doze in Cine Paris before closing–BEFORE IT SHUTS DOWN FOREVER. To lazily watch the strippers after midnight. To enjoy the amazing window girls. The kabins. 5th Avenue for one maybe. The street girls. Big tit black Bridget. Cannot wait to get back already.