Musta Pekka,
What kind of options were available at Van Kampen? BBBJ? CIM? CIF? DFK? Or is everything covered?
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Musta Pekka,
What kind of options were available at Van Kampen? BBBJ? CIM? CIF? DFK? Or is everything covered?
Do you enjoy paying 20€ for admission and a beer, for the priveledge of spending some quality time with an old, ugly transgender?
Then Berlin is for you, baby.
Or how about going to seedy apartments with 90% 2s and 3s, just to fuck the occasional 6, mechanically for 20 minutes for 35€?
Perhaps your preference is a more exclusive club, where you can buy a 40 year old Thai Ladyboy, disguised as a woman a 120€ bottle of champaigne for the priveledge of talking to her/it. And then enjoy a wonderful fuck for another 300€ for 45 minutes.
Ahhhh, wonderful Berlin!
Maybe you want to visit a saggy-assed mid 30s domimatrix who will jam a broomstick up your ass for 130€. And then pick up a few diseases from her slave friend for another 130€.
And we all enjoy spending a couple hundred Euros on taxis to take us on this wild-goose-chase, right?
And he will gladly deliver you to brightly lit clubs which have one or two butt ugly girls, just waiting to pounce on you if you pay the 10€ entrance fee.
Why waste your time in places like Brazil, Thailand, Argentina or Peru where for the same 50€ that will buy you 2 solid hours of GFE with a young beauty, you can enjoy a 40 year old cold-assed hausfraü, for 15 minutes?
Welcome to Berlin. The same place that brought you Adölf Hitler and friends. You can now enjoy real European hospitality, classy babes, and the joy of knowing that you are experiencing a most unique experience. Making lifetime memories. Welcome to Berlin. Your mongering paradise.
Nice report, who tried the broom handle?
Just a quick point, Adolf is actually from Vienna, and got his power base in Munich...Berlin was just the capital city of the time....Berliners actually despised & loathed him. Although I do agree on the Berliner talent rating. I'd suggest you hire a car and head across the border to Poland - where the average girl walking around is 7-9. Hiring cars in Germany, especially with GPS, is 10x better than taxis and usually cheaper.
[QUOTE=Steven]Do you enjoy paying 20€ for admission and a beer, for the priveledge of spending some quality time with an old, ugly transgender?
Then Berlin is for you, baby.
Or how about going to seedy apartments with 90% 2s and 3s, just to fuck the occasional 6, mechanically for 20 minutes for 35€?
Perhaps your preference is a more exclusive club, where you can buy a 40 year old Thai Ladyboy, disguised as a woman a 120€ bottle of champaigne for the priveledge of talking to her/it. And then enjoy a wonderful fuck for another 300€ for 45 minutes.
Ahhhh, wonderful Berlin!
Maybe you want to visit a saggy-assed mid 30s domimatrix who will jam a broomstick up your ass for 130€. And then pick up a few diseases from her slave friend for another 130€.
And we all enjoy spending a couple hundred Euros on taxis to take us on this wild-goose-chase, right?
And he will gladly deliver you to brightly lit clubs which have one or two butt ugly girls, just waiting to pounce on you if you pay the 10€ entrance fee.
Why waste your time in places like Brazil, Thailand, Argentina or Peru where for the same 50€ that will buy you 2 solid hours of GFE with a young beauty, you can enjoy a 40 year old cold-assed hausfraü, for 15 minutes?
Welcome to Berlin. The same place that brought you Adölf Hitler and friends. You can now enjoy real European hospitality, classy babes, and the joy of knowing that you are experiencing a most unique experience. Making lifetime memories. Welcome to Berlin. Your mongering paradise.[/QUOTE]
The options you are referring to have to be agreed beforehand and paid extra. E.g. DFK was € 20 in addition, anal was € 50 and so on. I was told that any special request from my side could be arranged.
On arrival I was told the services and the option list with prices by a housekeeper before I saw the ladies. Standard services are always covered.
Most likely you will not get all the details explained if you do not speak german. My experience from many european countries is that the english skills in general are not the best.
[QUOTE=Bruce Ley]Musta Pekka,
What kind of options were available at Van Kampen? BBBJ? CIM? CIF? DFK? Or is everything covered?[/QUOTE]
I doubt you have ever been to Berlin. Certainly doesn't sound like it from your report.
As opposed to those other "paradises" you are talking about, Germany is developed and safe country. There also is a thing called ethnic diversity in the mongering scene in germany.
Berlin has some excellent and pretty providers. I have been to La Folie, Van Kampen, and a couple of years ago at some place near Big Sexyland. There are lots of 18-25 year old providers, who have bodies as tight as a Girls Gone Wild video. Tonnes of them.
You really don't know what you are talking about on the Europeans scene. You have tonnes of Brazil Posts, some other South American, and the odd eastern Europe post.
coming on this thread and denegrating the entire scene really is a giant waste of time.
My best frind shares a homonym of your name (spelled more elegantly with a "ph"), but as opposed to you he is a brilliant guy.
Steven - I'm sorry you had such a bad time, but I think something must have gone wrong. By the way, how did you get a broomstick into your experience unless you asked for it?
I haven't been to Berlin for about three years but did make several trips there. And yes, there were rip-off joints and horrendous "puffs". But with only a modicum of research and common sense I avoided all this and had some really good experiences at good prices (considering it's in Europe). I had excellent service - some stunning women and lots of unhurried sessions.
Perhaps we can leave foul politicians out of it? Chile gave us Pinochet, US gave us Bush, Iraq gave us Hussein, Russia Stalin (no, I'm not ranking Bush with the others) Oddly enough I don't think Germany as such has provided the world with a dictator - anyway , I'm going to keep off my favourite subject - politics.
As for the cross border talent - as Vitoriabitter says the Polish and Czech girls are great - but what i noticed was that the ones just walking around far surpassed the working girls on the highways on the borders. And the service is very variable. If you had trouble sorting out Berlin then I think the border areas are even more risky since they are used to fleecing rich German visitors with prices higher than in Germany itself
I just returned from five days in Berlin. This was my first trip ever to Berlin, and my overall impression (contrary to some recent posts) was extremely favorable. I will give a short summary of the trip here, and then over the next few days I will post more detailed reports on each encounter.
Arrived Monday, departed Saturday early morning, leaving 5 full days of fun. I had to work on several of these days, so it was not completely care-free, but overall I had plenty of time and money to enjoy myself. I had a total of seven encounters with five different girls, having visited seven establishments.
Monday night: La Folie, Maya, total (including entry, sex and drinks) 100 Euros.
Tuesday night: La Folie, Maya, total 200 Euros.
Wed lunch: Royal, Laura, total (45 minute session) 90+10 tip = 100 Euros
Wed night: Kamilla Dee, Laura (not the same), total (45 minute session) 120+15 tip = 135 Euros
Thursday lunch: Brigitta Duemichen, seven girl line-up, passed.
Thursday night: van Kampen, one girl line-up, passed. Returned an hour later: no one available. Went to Kamilla Dee, seven girl line-up, picked Cheyenne, total (45 minute session) 120+15 tip = 135 Euros.
Friday lunch: Royal, Laura (same as Wed), total 90+10 = 100 Euros.
Friday afternoon: bei Tiffany, three girl line-up, passed.
Friday evening: Venus Club Berlin, one girl line-up, Anyeshka, total (half hour) 60 Euros.
Impressions on these establishments:
- La Folie: a little weird at first, but once you get the hang of things, this is a great place.
- van Kampen: from some of the reviews here and elsewhere, you might assume this is the hands-down winner in Berlin. I certainly do not think so. It seems like a very good place, but overall I would say it is on-par with Kamilla Dee. As my reviews will show, I think neither of these establishments are the best in Berlin.
- Kamilla Dee: an excellent establishment that is certainly worth your time. You are guaranteed to get at least a 5 girl line-up each time (unlike many other places in Berlin).
- Royal: this is my favorite place in Berlin, without any doubt whatsoever. The girls are as beautiful (if not more) than KD or VK, the prices are lower, and the establishement is in much better condition. This is just my opinion and reflects my own experiences: YMMV.
- Brigitta Duemichen: another excellent establishment. Despite the fact that I struck out here, I would highly recommend this place.
- Tiffany: a definite step down in the quality department. The location is seedier than the previously mentioned places, the girls are definitely a step lower than the other places, and this is reflected in the costs. I would personally not receommend this place, but again, YMMV. See my up-coming report for more details on why I say this.
- Venus Club Berlin: better than Tiffany in quality and neighbourhood, but still it is closer to Tiffany in quality than Royal or KD or VK. I would not recommend this place either, but this again is a matter of taste.
As I said, more details will be posted in the next few days as I have time to write them up. The reason for the delay is because each write up is going to be very detailed, so hopefully it will be worth the time.
Looking forward to your reports Kumbu!
Thanks in advance Kumbu for taking the time to report in such detail. Sounds like you had a great time.
I could not agree less with Steven about the scene in Berlin. With this hobby you so often get what you look for ie. with an attitude like that no wonder he finds all the "broomsticks" and gets screwed.
My experiences in Berlin have been, in general, positive. It is true that one needs to sometimes bail on an adventure, if the line-up is not to your liking. But this had always been no problem for me and I have never been hasseled for doing so by the establishment.
It is good to see the Berlin board with some activity.
AM
I am currently writing this from the lobby of my hotel, Peter, on Kurfürstendamm, in Berlin. (By the way, I know a guy whose name is a synonym of your name, Dick, and you are one). It sounds like yöu have not been to Berlin for a while, and/or dont know what yöu are talking aboüt.
You want to talk about safety, Go to Thailand and see the smiles...go to Perü and enjoy the humanity of its peöple and their long, distinguished history (I´m sorry if I offended any Hitler lovers with my reference in my earlier post, as politics do not belong on the forum).´ You want to talk about ethnic diversity, go to Brazil, where the colors range from jet black to pure white, and everything in between....all offering you solid GFE for long hours.
Shiatsu, my examples were from visiting the sites listed on the other Berlin strand. No, I did not avail the offer of a broomstick up the ass, nor did I fuck any Thai ladyboys, or granny haüsfraüs, or diseased slaves, or sleezbags. I had a mechanical 15 minute fuck from a beautiful (albeit fake titted) Polish girl (€35), another from a "large boned" German girl. The one good experience was with a call-in service. For $100 plus €5 they brought me a sweet thing (although they promised me a thin blond, I got a slightly thick redhead). I took her anyway, after negotiating the price down from €100, and it was a nice 1 hour GFE experience.
My advice, stay away from Berlin for mongering purposes. It is an interesting and important city otherwise, with friendly people. If you do go to Berlin, dont ride taxis to the places´on the other Berlin Clubs strand. They all exist, but are exactly as I have described them. If your thing is the bizarre and the perverted, learn the subway system, and visit the ladyboys etc. that way.
As a preface to my first report, let me say that while I respect Steven’s recent postings as reflective of his experiences, I have had entirely different (and much more positive) experiences in Berlin. I would HIGHLY recommend this city for mongering purposes, but it will require some careful preparation and research (see below). Steven was unlucky, and that happens just about anywhere. I, on the other hand, was very, very lucky, and I can’t wait for my next trip back to Berlin (whenever that may be). One thing Steven is entirely correct about: don’t use the taxis in Berlin. The U-/S-Bahn system coupled with the bus system are entirely adequate to get around anywhere you want, and it is really quite reasonable.
So this is the first detailed report in a series chronicling the five days of debauchery I was blessed to enjoy. I'm breaking this up into two separate posts: this one details some background and arrival information, and the next one is a report on my experiences the first time I visited La Folie.
My goal for this trip was to do two things. First, I wanted to sample a large variety of different women. Because I have not had sex with many white women, I wanted to focus on tall, blonde, white women. I don’t really have a thing for white blondes, but it’s just a simple matter of wanting to try what you have not had before. Second, in terms of actual experiences, all I wanted was to do a whole lot of doggie sex. I mean, literally, all I was interested in was perfecting my doggie technique. You see, I can handle sex with a woman in almost any position, but I am a real Ass Man, and so doggie always gets me off in a matter of seconds. From conversations with other women, this seems to be typical of many men – The Dog does it for many men. But I suppose it is particularly true of Ass Men such as myself – I live, breathe and dream female asses, and this results in a serious weakness on my part.
So this is my reasoning. I get off so quickly in doggie (and no other position) because of its sheer visual brilliance: a spread set of cheeks, an arched back, a head pushed into the pillows, visual confirmation of entry into the woman, a beautiful winking asshole staring you in the face, etc., etc., etc. This visual beauty results in quick orgasm, which results in a strengthening of the association between doggie style sex and orgasm. This then leads to subsequent quick orgasms in this position, and you are in the proverbial vicious cycle. So in order to break this vicious cycle, my logic is that if I concentrate just on doggie, then perhaps I could focus on lengthening the time before orgasm, thus dulling the urge to orgasm, and this would result in a much better sexual experience (more time spent in that beautiful doggie position).
Furthermore, I have always been a super careful mongerer in that I very rarely engage in DFK, DATY or BBBJ. Any of these activities involve sharing of liquids with a woman whose sexual history is not even a question of debate. This therefore means that DFK, DATY and BBBJ involve sharing of liquids (and harmful agents therein) with dozens, if not hundreds of other men, most of whom are not as meticulous about hygiene as I am. No offense, but you guys are great as comrades of discussion, but I’d rather not catch your cooties, if you know what I mean. So the upshot of all of this is that I focused exclusively on obtaining a quality doggie experience, without the additional complications or distractions of negotiating for DATY or Greek or BBBJ or any other nonsense.
Overall, my trip was an absolutely smashing success in every possible way. The reasons for this are twofold. First, the wealth and quality of information provided by users of this venerable forum was absolutely invaluable. I had no problem whatsoever deciding where I wanted to go, how to get there, and knowing what to expect. Second, I prepared for this like an obsessed maniac. I must have spent over a hundred hours reading, mapping, plotting, calculating, and visualizing every little detail of my intended escapades. I read all the back-posts on this board (every single one), ranked the various establishments ahead of time, studied their websites, found their addresses, and mapped them using various online map sites. Then I summarized all the relevant information (e.g., address, notable land marks, nearest U-Bahn / S-Bahn stations, entrance procedures, price structure, possible girls, possible services offered at each establishment, etc.) and put it onto a small index card. I did this in 5-point font so that I could squeeze 17 establishments onto the card (front and back). I then laminated this card and took it with me everywhere I went. I’m sure this sound slike overkill, but it was the best thing I could have done because I must have referred to that card a hundred times over the five days in Berlin. I also printed close-up maps onto similar sized index cards of my top-ten establishments and took these with me as well. So I had a pack of about 8 index cards that I walked around with in my shirt pocket, making reference extremely easy and inconspicuous. Just for your curiosity, my top ten establishments prior to going to Berlin (based on reviews on this board) were the following: 1. La Folie, 2. van Kampen, 3. Kamilla Dee, 4. Royal, 5. Brigitta Duemichen, 6. Tiffany, 7. Venus Club Berlin, 8. Herz, 9. Gina’s Tango-Rosa, 10. Bei Mona. This means nothing really, but just in case you were wondering. My impression of many of these establishments has now changed, but I will get to that in a later post.
I arrived early morning on Monday at Tegel airport. The airport is small and easy to navigate, with plenty of helpful people located strategically in the middle of the airport. I bought a 72 hour Travel Pass for the transportation system (it cost just over 18E). I walked out to the bus stop and took bus 109 (departs every 10 minutes). This took me straight to my hotel (located on the Kufürstendamm). By the way, this bus goes down Kaiser-Friedrich Strasse right past La Folie. It was such a rush to see it within half an hour of arriving in Berlin – I knew this was going to be a great trip.
It was too early to check in, so I left my luggage at the hotel and went walk-about. Because it was still early, I decided to do some scouting of the various places on my list. I spent the next four or five hours trying to find the relevant places: Tiffany, van Kampen, Kamilla Dee, Royal, La Folie, Brigitta Duemichen, Bei Mona, Playgirls, etc. All were very easy to find, based on information provided on this forum, so I will not repeat any of that info. I had to attend to some work-related things in the afternoon and evening, but I was done by 8pm, so I decided to hit La Folie first.
After a shower at the hotel, I took the 109 bus to Charlottenburg stop (there are two stops on this route called Charlottenburg, get off on the second stop), and arrived at around 9pm. The place itself is really easy to see – it takes almost a half city block with signs all the way down. I buzzed and the door opened. There is a curtain in front of you and a curtain to your left, and a small window on the right. The window looks into the bar, and immediately behind the bar is the interior of the club, so what you see through the window is a bunch of butt naked white guys sitting around the bar drinking beer. Given that I am not white, and I don’t often see dozens of naked white men sitting together, I must admit that when I saw this I thought it was a little weird. But WTF, how often will I be in Berlin?
I speak not a single word of German, not even yah or nein. I tried to learn some basic German before I went, but in the heat of the moment of conversation, all that came out of my mouth was Spanish or Italian…don’t ask me why. Anyway, when I stuck my head through the window, the woman at the cash register asked me something in German. I stuttered ‘Mi dispiace, umm, bitte, spreche kein Deutsche.’ She turned to another woman, who asked me if I had been here before. I lied, and told her that I had been here once before. So she told me entrance was 14 E, which I paid. I received my magnet card, walked backward into the changing room, and disrobed.
I walked through the curtain butt naked into a room of naked drunk people, and for some reason all eyes seemed to be on me. I mean, people were looking as if to say ‘who the fuck is this newbie?’ It reminded me of a previous post on this board in which the poster said that the atmosphere in La Folie was just weird. I must admit that it was thoroughly unnerving, and so I quickly took a seat at the corner of the bar near the entrance. This was not a good move – this corner is tucked away from all the action, and all you can do from here is drink. So I ordered a drink, enjoyed it as best I could, and tried to conjure up some courage.
After about ten minutes of doubting myself and wondering what kind of chicken-shit freek I have become, I finally managed to get up and walk into the room. This is what I saw:
There is a big bed-like structure dominating the middle of the room. It actually isn’t a bed, it is more like a huge couch without any backrests. This is right in the middle of the room, and to the left is a series of three couches, all facing each other (like three edges of a square, the fourth edge being open). Also on the left is a single lounge chair, and on the right is another lounge chair. In the middle of the room (next to the huge bed-like couch) is a striptease pole, which much to my delight is used fairly often by some of the girls.
The girls were spread throughout the room. Some were at the bar by themselves, some were talking to guys at the bar, some were on the couches to the left, but most were on the big couch in the middle of the room. Before I rate any girls, let me clarify what my scale of rating is. I use a scale from 1-10, and the breakdown is roughly as follows:
1-2 Not fuckable under any circumstances
3-4 Fuckable when desperate
5-6 Fuckable, but not a priority
7-8 Serious lookers, I must try hard to get one of these girls
9 Ohmygod, out-rank 90% of the other girls on the room, worth paying a premium for.
10 Model-quality, out of this world, thank you for existing, will remember on my deathbed.
There were two groups of girls: group 1 was sitting on the left and consisted of three blonde girls in their mid-twenties. These girls were large breasted and somewhat on the chubby side, but I would still rate them as 6-7. Group 2 were lying on the bed on the right side, and this consisted on 3 girls doing what I absolutely love about La Folie: they were lying face down on the couch looking at themselves in the mirror on the wall and chatting to each other. What I love about this is each girl had their asses bare. Now imagine this: three sets of beautiful, long legs with three gorgeous, round asses bared to you, lying one next to the other as you approach the bed – it is a sight I will remember for as long as I live. This group consisted of three girls of somewhat darker complexion. Each girl was a brunette, each was relatively slim and fit, and each was a beauty in her own right. The one of the left had the lightest complexion of the three, she had strong legs and small, pert boobs. Her face was cute, but devilish at the same time, in a very appealing way. I learned later that her name was Chuki (or something like that), and I would rate her 7.5. On her right was a beauty with long dark hair down to her ass. She had nice legs, large, natural boobs that were pierced. She had eyes that could kill from across the room. I later discovered that her name is Natalie, and she is part German and part Spanish. Gorgeous woman, and I later found that she is a very nice person too. I would rate her as 8.5. Last in this group was a girl that just killed me. She was of darker complexion, with curly black hair. She had the most magnificent breasts of any of the girls in the room – perfect size relative to her body (perhaps a little more than a full handful), and perfectly shaped. The nipples were small, tight and perfectly symmetrical. But more importantly, she had an ass like I have never seen in my life – a perfect, round set of cheeks that cried out for attention. And she knew it too – she was baring that ass as she lay there on her stomach chatting with Natalie. Plus she had a very attractive face with large beautiful eyes. Phew, just thinking about her makes me anxious. Anyway, I learned later that her name is Maya, and given that I am an ass man, I would rate her a 9.5 (which is truly exceptional).
There were several other girls bumbling around, including a slim, pretty girl of Arabic decent (I never interacted with her, so I can’t say too much). There were several older ladies around, none of which interested me at all. Overall I would say that there were about 12 men or so, and about 15 women (of which 10 or so would rate over 6 on my scale). Anyway, I sat down on the lounge chair on the right side of the room and basically sat there for a while. I sat and watched, and it was all very strange. The girls were sitting by themselves on the bed and the couches, and the guys were sitting at the bar drinking beer. Some guys and girls were interacting together on the three couches that face each other, but other than that it was basically a bunch of naked people minding their own business. I discovered later that the couches are a staging area from which people move into the rooms to do the real thing.
So I sat and watched, trying to make eye contact with various girls, but they would look over and look away. This happened for about half an hour, at which point this drop-dead gorgeous blonde girl got up and started doing this phenomenal striptease on the pole. The chair I was on was situated very strategically, as it was right at the base of the pole, so I had a prime view. This girl was H-O-T hot, with a face to die for, a perfect set of boobs, slim, tight mid-section, and a nice round ass. She was blonde, and as I found out later, she has a serious princess attitude. While she was doing her striptease, this German guy comes up to me and shouts in English ‘Hey, that’s MY seat!’ I thought he was serious, and so I started to move, but it turns out he was just kidding. Anyway, he sits on the side-arm to my chair and starts to talk to me. He was a very friendly guy, and gave me some tips on how things work. First he was telling me about the girl doing the strip-tease – she had a perfect figure, but her mind was fucked up (his words, not mine). He said that she only danced, and rarely went to the room with anyone. And when she did, it was always full of restrictions and difficulties. So he suggested one of the other girls. He started to rate the various girls around the room, but I soon realized that he was totally drunk, and nothing he said made any sense. For example, at first he rated Natalie very highly, but the second time he came around the room, he rated her as a princess *****. After a while (once the girl stripping was done), he got up and went to the bar to get some more beer. I never saw him again.
So I sat there for another half hour, feeling very weird and out of place. The awkward thing is that I speak no German. If I spoke German I think I could have gone up to girls and hit up a conversation, but with that barrier, I kind of had to wait for someone to come and talk to me. Plus this was the very first time I had been in here, so I was still trying to figure out how things work. Finally a red-head who I had seen earlier running around very energetically came up and started talking in German (I rate her a solid 6). I fumbled my best ‘Ich spreche kein Deutch’ impression, and she said ‘oh, sorry, no English, only German.’ Ok, well, too bad. I started to make eye contact with Chuki on the bed – she kept looking over at me, and we’d make looksie-looksie, and then she would go back to talking with her girlfriend. In the meantime, there was this Asian girl looking my way (I would rate her a 6 or so), but I was not interested.
At around 10:15 I started to think that this had been a mistake – I was getting no real vibes from anyone (this thing with Chuki was not going anywhere) and I was just sitting there looking very awkward. The only consolation was that I was very close to where Maya and Natalie were lying, so I was constantly looking over at that fabulous ass on Maya. Occasionally she would turn over and I could check out her phenomenal breasts, the perfection of which I just could not fathom. But both girls were really quite disinterested in anything going on in the room – they were talking to each other as if the rest of the world did not matter. They would occasionally glance in my direction, but there really was no interest there at all. So I figured this was just eye candy, and I would have to aim at a girl somewhat lower than Maya or Natalie.
At around 10:30 I started to plan my exit. I figured it had been a strike out tonight, and maybe I would stop by KFS 40 on the way back to the hotel. I was already planning on how I would slam La Folie on this board, when out of no where, Maya gets up and starts talking to me in German. I fumble, and manage to say something that indicated that I speak no German, and she switched to English. This was a huge relief. We started talking, and pretty soon I realized that I was in!
She’s Bulgarian, 23 yrs old, speaks fluent German, good English (not fantastic, but certainly enough), some Russian, some Italian and some Serbo-Croatian. She is good friends with Natalie and Maria (the slim Arabic girl). I have read mixed things on this board about Bulgarian girls (some say they are willing to do anything, others say that Bulgarians are overly restrictive), but I think Maya did not fit any of these moulds. We talked about various stupid little things, until I finally offered her a drink. She said she drinks champagne (I thought this was going to be a rip-off), so we ordered a bottle of champagne – it is small, and contains about a glass and a half of liquid, and it costs 30E. She told me to move from the lounge chair over to one of the couches so we could sit and drink properly. When I got up to move I realized I had a massive erection already (just from talking to her). I tried to cover up with the tiny little towel they give you, but it was kind of ridiculous. Anyway, I managed to get over to the couch, and she joined me a minute later with the champagne. We shared the bottle, and in the meantime we talked.
As we talked, the touching slowly grew in frequency and intensity. First, she moved a little closer so that our thighs were touching. Then she would touch my shoulder with her fingers. Then she put her hand in my hand and started to squeeze it. Then I put my arm around her shoulder, and began caressing her shoulder. Then she moved one of her legs and put it over my legs. Finally I reached down and started to kiss her neck, slowly, gently, purposefully. I breathed in her scent, enjoying the sheer giddiness it gave me, all the while slowly kissing up and down her delicate neck and shoulders. I was vaguely aware that there were people all around us, some watching us, some doing their own thing, but my hormones were raging to the point that it did not really matter. We did this for a full 10 minutes, and I was dripping wet by the end of it. Finally she asked what I wanted to do now. I said that it would be nice if we could move into a room, and she got up to get the required towels and to notify the bar.
Note that this is the kind of experience that you really don’t get at an apartment or a massage parlor or with a call girl. This conversation, drinking and touching must have lasted a good half hour, which is all off-the-clock, so to speak, and is thoroughly pleasurable. And it is for this reason that I would highly recommend La Folie. It is worth the initial awkwardness because I think if you are patient, you are pretty much guaranteed a good experience here.
Ok, so she returned a minute later and took me by the hand and led me downstairs to the room. As we walked, I was looking at her ass and legs, and I just could not believe that this was happening. This was, in my opinion, the absolutely most beautiful woman in that entire room, and here I was about to have my wildest fantasies fulfilled with her. Her beautiful ass and breasts were swinging in just the right way, and all of that was going to be in my hands and mouth in a matter of minutes. Life is good.
We got to the room, where she spread the towel on the bed, and all her clothes came off. Oh…my…GOD. Maya is an absolute perfect specimen of a woman. I started off by giving her a massage – my top priority was to man-handle that ass for a while. So I gave her a quick rub-down of her shoulders and neck, and went straight down to her round, firm, fleshy ass. Phew, I squeezed and rubbed for a good 10 minutes, making myself wetter than ever. As I rubbed, I started to kiss her back slowly, moving down to her ass. While I was doing this, we were holding a decent conversation. At one point I asked her why she had decided to talk to me, and she said that she had been scoping me out the whole time I was sitting there. She looks for certain basic things in a man: not drunk, clean looking, and not overly aggressive. She said that most men who came treated the women like *****s, and she wanted to avoid such men. Apparently this is how most women operate in La Folie – if you are basically decent, you will find someone who approaches you. I have to say that Maya does have more rules than most men on this board would like (e.g., very little DFK, no DATY, no Greek, no BBBJ), but as I mentioned earlier, I never do any of those things anyway. She appreciated that I was not interested in any of the more dangerous stuff, and so I think she loosened up overall and let me have a little more than she would normally.
Once the ass-kissing had built up sufficient pressure in my loins, we started in missionary position. We went at this for about 10 minutes, after which we switched into cowgirl. This was great because I focused on her gorgeous breasts that were hanging in my face. A word about her breasts: they are large enough to provide enough to hold onto, and they are completely natural. The most amazing thing is that when she stands or sits up, they look so incredibly firm and upright, and once you get your face into them they are soft and luscious. I just could not get enough of her breasts – nuzzling, sucking, squeezing, stretching, groping. This too lasted a full ten minutes, before we switched into the position of choice: doggie. As she turned over and assumed the position, I knew that my doom was near: there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to hold on for any decent length of time, so in order to try to stave off the inevitable, I played with her ass for a while with my hands. But eventually I just had to have it, and I slowly entered her from behind. A pathetic few strokes later and the explosion arrived, leaving us in a sweaty, breathless, delirious pile of human flesh. What a fantastic fuck.
We lay there for a few more minutes, softly kissing (no tongue). She cleaned me off, and we went to the shower together (even then, seeing her shower next to me was a blast!). We went upstairs, and seeing as it was late (and I had an early morning ahead of me at work), I kissed her goodbye, ducked out and left. I got my key from the bar, went to the changing room and dressed. On the way out I stopped at the little window to pay my bill, and the total came to 100E (70 for the half hour with Maya and 30 for the champagne). I left thinking that it was worth every single cent, and much, much more.
It was now about 1am, and buses were rare to come by. Rather than take a taxi, I decided to walk the 20 minutes to my hotel. While I was walking, I pondered the dilemma that I now faced. Recall that I had two prime directives on this trip: 1. Maximize variety, and 2. Perfect doggie technique. My wonderful experience with Maya was a step towards satisfying directive #1, but I failed miserably in directive #2. So my dilemma was this: on the next day, do I go in search of another establishment so as to adhere to directive #1? Or do I return to Maya and try to work on directive #2? Both seemed like good options. Ultimately I decided that the next night I would return to Maya and try to get some serious doggie time out of her. I could not imagine a more beautiful, alluring person to attempt this with, and given the quality of her ass, if I could manage a decent amount of time on her ass, I could do it on any ass in the world. I still had three other nights during which I could work on the variety of women I encounter. So my next post will be on Maya part 2. As a teaser, let me say that this second installment was considerably better than the first, partly because the awkwardness of being a first-timer in La Folie was gone, and partly because I spent more than a full hour getting it on with Maya.
Great reading Kumbu. Thanks for taking the time to do this style of report. I enjoy hearing the details & also about how you are feeling during the evening.
Makes me want to head on over to La Folie for an evening.
AM
Kumbu,
Great series of reports! I look forward to reading the rest. I agree - Berlin is a great destination and I wish I could have 5 days there like you did.
Welcome on board.
Thanks to all those who appreciate my reports - hopefully they will be of help. Below is the second report on La Folie. After this, I will report on a phenomenal visit I had to Royal on Wednesday lunchtime, as well as a visit to Kamilla Dee on that same Wednesday evening. But for now, let's finish up with La Folie.
All day Tuesday I was at work attending various meetings. Throughout the day I was thinking of Maya and her subtle, sexy way: the smell of her neck, the feel of her soft skin against mine, her large, sexy eyes. Oh who am I kidding? It was her ass, oh my, that ass, slowly swaying left and right behind my eyelids every time I closed my eyes for a moment of solace.
I was still debating whether I should return or not (I craved variety as well as the beauty of Maya), but in the end Maya’s allure won out. This time it was a little later than the night before (I arrived at around 10:30pm) and it was much more crowded. When I was buzzed in, the bar keeper remembered my name and told me to pay my 14E later when I left. So I rushed into the changing room and started disrobing feverishly like a high school kid about to lose his virginity.
I walked into the main room, and this time I did not feel as awkward as the night before. Eyes did swing my way, but this time I was not that threatened. I walked into the main area looking for one person and one person alone: Maya. To my dismay she was not around. I figured some lucky fucker was embedded in those phenomenal breasts at that very moment, and I felt a pang of longing. For about a second I contemplated trying to hook up with another girl, but decided against it almost immediately.
I sat on a stool at the bar right next to the stripping pole and ordered my beer. I watched the ladies for about 2 minutes when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Maya – her strong legs and round ass set my radar off immediately. Rather than run to her like a puppy dog, I decided to pretend not to notice her and see whether she would come to me. I waited a few seconds for her to turn around, and when she saw me she walked over immediately. Kumbu smiled inside.
We sat at the bar for about half an hour talking about various things. Another blonde beautiful girl started stripping at the pole and we watched together while I sipped my beer and she sipped her champagne. We intertwined our limbs and started some soft petting, but nothing really serious. Nonetheless I was rock hard and dripping everywhere. It is for this reason that the etiquette at La Folie is to put your towel on the seat before you sit down, otherwise whenever you sit down you will be sitting on thousands of previous guys’ pre-cum juices – not a pleasant thought. So my towel was beneath me, and the little remnant sticking out from beneath me was used to cover up eager Kumbu.
We finally decided to move to the couch, where we started the hand holding, shoulder caressing, soft kissing, neck nuzzling, etc. Oh, my senses were overloading, this was a pleasure like no other. About twenty minutes later she got up without a word, went to the bar, gave her notice to the keeper, grabbed a couple of towels and walked back to me. She motioned with her eyes ‘let’s go big boy’, and off we went.
Again, the walk to the room was equally as pleasurable as what happened inside the room – her ass, swinging from side to side, each butt cheek clenching ever so slightly in turn, oooh you pretty little things you. We got in and we started by her giving me a massage. This was really not what I wanted, but what the hell. After about 4 minutes of this I offered to switch, and she agreed. I gave her a half-hearted massage again, and then started with the kissing. I started with soft kisses around the back of her neck and slowly worked my way down, being careful to kiss once every inch or so. I worked from the neck leftward to the left shoulder, one kiss per inch. Then I worked across her back to the right shoulder. Then down one inch, and back leftward to her left side. Then down one inch and back rightward to her right shoulder bone. I did this slowly, rhythmically, one kiss every second or so, slowly descending down her back towards the final prize.
When I reached the small of her back, I got into that slight peach fuzz that most women have there, and I slowly bristled against this with my lips (very nice), moving on through to the flesh that I so craved. Finally, lips met butt flesh, and it was so sweet and succulent that I wished for nothing else. Here I slowed my progression downwards so as to maximize this moment. I worked the flesh of one cheek with my lips, while my hand massaged and squeezed the other cheek. I kissed leftwards, rightwards, over the crack, into the crack (not too deep), down the crease at the bottom of the cheeks and back up again. I must have spent 15 minutes kissing her butt – what else can a man ask for??
While this flesh-worshiping was taking place, we were talking about various things. At some point she warned me that if I continue at this slow, measured pace, the establishment would charge me for more than just the half hour. It was quite considerate of her to say this – she was simply making sure I knew the rules and that I would not get a nasty surprise when I left. I told her that an hour was not enough time, so maybe we would go for longer (we ended up going for an hour and fifteen minutes, but I was only charged an hour).
So once I got passed her ass, I kissed down her legs (I am an ass man, but I do adore a pair of well-shaped legs). I kissed all the way down to her feet, and then turned her over onto her back and kissed upwards. I kissed up to her shaved pussy (no entry), slowly kissing the hairline, and then moving on to her belly and on to the second course of the night: breasts. An ass man usually appreciates a good pair of tits, but Maya has a set on her that made me wonder whether I am really an ass man or a breast man. I kissed and sucked those beautiful things for perhaps another 15 minutes, all the while she put in an excellent performance: no complaints, no rushing, no managing of my actions, very compliant and willing. When I wanted to scrunch my face into her boobs, she would help as best she could, and when I wanted to suck an individual nipple, she positioned herself to make it easy for me, and when I wanted to try to suck both nipples at the same time, she would move so as to maximize the possibilities for this. This is great customer service!
We finally moved to some serious action, with her donning the cover and going at my boy with a full head of steam. This worked for 5 or 6 minutes after which I decided it was time to work on my prime directive #2: doggie sex. We skipped all the preliminary positions and moved directly to doggie. She put her face sideways on the bed, arched her back nicely for me and showed me her beautiful underside. I marveled for a second, slowly caressed her soft, pliable pussy, touched her asshole ever so slightly, grabbed throbbing Kumbu with my right hand and plunged in. I put the head into her pussy and started to rock. I was determined to make this last, but I could feel the inevitable urge to cum within a minute or so. I fought the urge using all of the age-old techniques known to man: I slowed the rhythm down, tried to change angles, thought of Martha Stewart, tried to breathe deeply, relaxed my muscles, etc. and all of this eased the urge temporarily. Boy, prime directive #2 was proving to be more of a challenge than I thought. In any case, we went at it for significantly longer than the previous night, but after a mere 6 or 7 minutes I succumbed to the powers of The Dog.
Later, as I pondered and lamented the pathetic powers I possess, I consoled myself by reminding myself of the long, fantastic build-up that preceded the actual sex. No human man can withstand that level of fore-play – the human testicles are like little pressure balls that, as stimulation increases, get more and more ready to explode. So once I got into the act of copulation, sheer physiology was working against me – I had no hope of prevailing. Nonetheless, I still had three full days and a relatively full wallet to work with.
We cleaned up, soft pillow talk for a few minutes, shower. In the shower, Nathalie was there cleaning herself and she was talking to me through Maya. What we talked about I could not tell you if my life depended on it, but I can say, after having seen Nathalie in the brightness of those lights cleaning every hole and crevice on her body, that she too is a very well built woman. She doesn’t hold a match to Maya, but she is certainly worth a trip to La Folie.
Afterwards, I did not flee like the night before. We went back to the bar where she left me for a second to go and apply some body cream. While I was waiting for her, the most odd thing happened. I was sitting on the lounge chair minding my own business, and this woman in her 50s comes up to me and opens her eyes WIDE and says,’Ich bin eine grosse frau’ and jumps onto me. She literally jumped onto me like a monkey and started licking my face! That tongue went onto my eyelids, into my ear, and was heading for my mouth before I could fight her off. I almost threw her to the ground before she finally decided I was not worth the fight. I got up and went to the shower to clean that stuff off my face. When I got back, Maya was there and I asked her about the crazy woman. She said that she WAS a crazy woman, and to not mind her. It turns out she is Russian, and later that evening I saw some other German guys abusing her verbally (kind of felt sorry for her). I suppose she does get some business, otherwise why would she hang around?
So Maya and I sat at the bar enjoying some more beer and champagne for about an hour before I decided I really had to leave. Kissed her goodbye, knowing that I would not see her again, and left with a heart that was both heavy and elated at the same time. The bill came to 214 Euros (two champagnes at 30 each, one full hour with Maya at 70 per half hour, and 14 entry), and again, I think this was WELL worth the kind of experience I had.
So, in conclusion, I would highly recommend La Folie. It is very weird the first time you go there. I saw several newbies while I was there, and it is so obvious the discomfort they are feeling. But one great fuck later, and you just don’t give a damn. While some may not be able to handle this social discomfort, the quality of girls available is fantastic, and the cost can’t be beat. I was there on a Monday and Tuesday evening, and the ratio of girls to men was decent throughout. In fact, at the busiest time (around 11-midnight), the girls were complaining that there were not enough men around. If I am ever back in Berlin, I am sure that I will return to La Folie.
Now, that was Monday and Tuesday. I still had three more days and a list of 16 other establishments that I wanted to visit. So my next few days were filled with hops from one place to the next. In my next report I will report on what I think is the best place in all of Berlin. Granted, I have not visited all the places, but based upon my thorough review of the reports here, and the places that I did visit, I am convinced that Royal is the best apartment in the city. At least for my particular needs.