[QUOTE=Toscana]I didn't really have Marlow in mind.[/QUOTE]
I realize that. Hence the irony.
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[QUOTE=Toscana]I didn't really have Marlow in mind.[/QUOTE]
I realize that. Hence the irony.
[QUOTE=Marlow]
Breadman that most discerning of mongers or the lusty Baron as I should now call him, finds Finca much underrated.
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Well put, an underrated club. Its a great club to visit if your on a long trip and have just done 5 girls a day and need a rest. 30 euro entry and a hotel within walking distance that would allow you to wander in and out of the club. Plenty of 'fresh' talent who haven't been pawed at by all the tourists. And Koblenz is a half hour away, lots of hotels between Koblenz and Dierdorf as well if one wants to take in the Marksburg castle. Every visit to this club has provided me with a handful of choices who actually spend time outside the room chatting you up. I will avoid dessous day at this club (at any club actually if at all possible), the selection was very limited that day.
Let this be both a salutory tale and an example of what I think is totally unacceptable service in any German FKK club.
There I was perched on a stool wondering if really I should call it a day, or rather a morning. It wasn't even lunchtime. Despite three or four very good girls who have long made Finca worth a trip, the rest were great to look at but bore all the hallmarks of sharks. For me the mark of a shark is platform shoes and ink, added to which can be stockings. yes, I know quirky but that's my experience after ten years.
There was an incredibly slim and tall blonde Russian girl with none of these trademarks and I had thought snacking between her legs before lunch would be perfect for the rest of the day. However some oldie hove into view, (really why doesn't the Dierdorf home keep track of its inmates?) and scuttled off to a room with her.
This left me eyeing a 1,75 beauty with long dark hair, tanned, great shoulders and sweeping curves down to her ankles. As it turned out Alexandra is a former Hessen swimming champion. Loves travelling to places like Miami South Beach and other holiday destinations. Hey, she could talk had charm and something more to say that 'ficky ficky'. sometimes 'ficky, ficky' is just fine as they really do!
But Alex had platforms and Alex had a tattoo on her rump. Profi alarm bells ringing loud. And Alex's long shapely legs were encased in black stockings crisscrossed at the back.
I ignored all the signs, let Alex talk to me (Usually a flat no from me if this happens) and accepted her invite to a room. I even ignored the worst danger signal of all being 'I have worked in a club in Zurich'.
Remember this girl, all of 23, is gorgeous, not tacky, not cheap, but that girl in the street who turns your head and the girl on the beach who has you drilling for oil in the sand.
Naked and lying down she is even more invitiing. Then Alex proceeds to get out her 'equipment'. Sadly not the sort we both can play with. Whether the vaseline was dual use I never found out.
Anyway there lies miss Hessen swim champion 2005 and she proceeds to chat. And only chat. We do this for a few minutes before I decide its time to explore her. She is wet and puffy and tastes good. She likes being licked but the noises off are really just that, stage grunts.
Alex returns the compliment, but first whoa what's this! Out come one..two...three babywipes and I am prepped by nurse for the op. So she gives me a blow job, which let's called it.....mandatory, obligatory, pretty damned ordinary.
I'm not great on blow jobs reaction wise. Girls really have to have something special, preferably pornographic, if they want a stiffy from me. I mean the kind that grows on you, like wow today I'm the big fella.
At which point Alex informs me that time is almost up, only a few more minutes left on the clock. Really, Alex you little scammer? Exactly how long have we been doing nothing much. Oh, says she we entered the room shortly after twelve. Why don't we make it an hour lover boy? You're kidding me I thought.
Me, I can do maths, which was now called into play. I said that left us ten minutes. Conti on, Alex on back, legs up by her ears. Guess what. The old trick of clamping her muscles together to prevent any serious entry. They all bank on, at this point, the man coming with the strain of getting a good purchase. On the other hand there is only so many seconds a woman can actually clench in this fashion before relaxing.
So ten minutes of sex, actually it was probably the well-known 11 and a half minutes (read the book) a quick compliment and I was out of there paid her off and said thanks.
There are many girls like Alex out there. And it is a shame, and one reason I usually stay clear of German girls and all those with ink, platforms and animation.
so why did I do it? To confirm I'm not wrong.
Must have been about a year and a half ago that I met the stunning Carole at this club. As she reported, she was working there part time, going to school part time near Aachen, studying for a career in the hospitality trade.
Has she been seen there recently?
Depends what she looks like, if you can describe her,maybe I can help but the answer after almost two years is probably no.
This was the highlight of the Xmas party. Some muscular Santa poking a girl who had been wandering around most of the night in white with a pair of angels wings attached. I thought she was one of the girls going a bit OTT with the dress code for the evening.
Dress code? Yes, each girl had to appear in Christmas red or white, which was a neat idea and resulted in a fair number of inventive outfits. Actually don't know why I went to the Finca Xmas bash, no party in a club is worth it - the girls hate them, the stress factor is high and the clientelle get to drinking.
As for Finca their party turned about to be a Bulgarian homecoming party. The music was Bulgarian, the girls from that mafia run country, and they flocked in pairs to certain men at the bar who I assumed had bottomless wallets. Yet curiously never went to a room with a single one of them and were never pressured by the girls to do so. It was left to the non Bulgarian contingent to do the donkey work of servicing the tumescent needs of us men.
It was only when the power failed and the lights went out and one customer produced some bongos and started playing some music to which all the Bulgarian girls danced to around the pole, that a devastating fact emerged.
These men with assumed limitless funds were in fact Bulgarian, as proved by the bongo player, and therefore 'boyfriends' of the girls. They didn't make out with the girls as they at least understood the first rule of management, don't f=&%k with the talent.
Why anyone who wasn't Bulgarian stuck it out baffled me, and some did leave by 10pm. But the Bulgarian contingent was having a good time with barcardi and cokes and no sex.
So I set my eyes on one Daniella a black haired Romanian girl who moved around the place with a walk that had me thinking of the runway at Victoria Secrets. Okay she was cruising, she spoke no German and no English, though I did undestand this 'I have family at home, here I am single'. She couldn't have been more than 19 years old. But when she said she had been in Germany only two months, Marlow couldn't resist. Long experience told him that girls who are less than eight weeks in the business can't help themselves.
True enough she behaves as if she was applying for a mortgage. But that body, those budding teen breasts, the stone flat stomach.......oral was a practical experience of a girl having read a teen magazine on the subject. Lots of handwork and marginal mouth.
I get to oral on her and here things blossomed. She became very wet and best of all that puffiness which tells you she is turned on. I have reason to look up, don't know why, but discover she is watching me resting on her elbows. If I had found her taking notes and wearing a pair glasses I wouldn't have been surprised.
As I said, I knew she was enjoying it despite herself. Anyway, condom on and off we go. it was great, very tight and no complaints or attempts to shorten the course from her. Just silence.
By the end of twenty minutes I knew ever millimetre of her inner secrets. From behind I put my hand down to play with her and came across a pussy seriously dripping and swollen. But from her not a word. Back to missionary and so wet she had to put a towel under her arse.
So to the finale. Within seconds she was up and wiping herself and putting her shoes on!
I could say it was a terrilble experience but I won't, because in its way it was deeply satisfying for me and I knew for her also though she would never admit it.
As James Bond might have said she was 'shaken but not stirred'.
[QUOTE=Marlow]As James Bond might have said she was 'shaken but not stirred'.[/QUOTE]
Great report Marlow. Gave me preliminary wood....
@Angus -
I hope you managed to have some filly put a fine polish on it!
[QUOTE=Marlow]This was the highlight of the Xmas party.[/QUOTE]
Must confess that I'm glad to see that the good old US of A isn't the only place that fetishizes Christmas aka The Festival of Merchandise by moving its start ever more rapidly toward August.
I was at Oase the second weekend of November and was aghast to find my view of the young ladies for rent obscured by workmen (whose time could have been put to much better use cleaning the joint) putting up the cheesiest of Christmas displays.
[QUOTE=Regnad]I was at Oase the second weekend of November and was aghast to find my view of the [B]young ladies for rent[/B] obscured by workmen (whose time could have been put to much better use cleaning the joint) putting up the cheesiest of Christmas displays.[/QUOTE]
My favourite way to describe 'em. No body sells any thing. They just do short term leases or rentals. LOL Know any on Rent Control?
[QUOTE=Myrmidon]My favourite way to describe 'em. No body sells any thing. They just do short term leases or rentals. LOL Know any on Rent Control?[/QUOTE]
Best keep this quiet. They might start asking for damage deposit. :-0
[QUOTE=Regnad]I was at Oase the second weekend of November and was aghast to find my view of the young ladies for rent obscured by workmen (whose time could have been put to much better use cleaning the joint) putting up the cheesiest of Christmas displays.[/QUOTE]
They have to put the decorations up early so they can get good & filthy by the time Christmerchandisingmas arrives.
Captain Dan [url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showpost.php?p=977825&postcount=1485[/url] among others, you had better stop reading now, cause I have a feeling this is going to end up as a pretty pathetic posting. However, a few porno clips will be provided (search “Vicky” and/or “Celina” to get there).
It is now Friday 4 pm Koblenz time, and it will be a while before this report reaches the public, as I am not only moderated, but also a slow and longwinded writer these days. Furthermore, I am tired and somewhat unfocused after hardly having slept at my address for the night, Hotel Ibis at 45 euro for check-in at 6 pm and check-out 32 hours later. Thoughts of last night are whirling round in my head, and writing just might be the therapy I need.
When I left you, I had just had my debut at Bernd’s ([url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showpost.php?p=986927&postcount=1501[/url]) and was settling for a quiet day, if the carnival in Cologne can be considered as such. I was going to FKK Finca Erotica, which had not only advertised a carnival party with gangbanging (not my thing, I believe, but I would love to watch), but also in its services section was promising zeitschriften. Would these be Newsweek or perhaps “Trim your garden in 30 days”? I could hardly wait for the answer, but - drained as I was from the day before - I expected to stay only for a few hours after having found out.
My GPS would not recognize a street address called Poststrasse 20, 56269 Dierdorf, but brought me close enough to detect an elegant, Roman inspired building with a number of cars parked outside. It was just after 9 pm. Seeing the no-smoking sign onthe door, I almost turned around and left, but I rang the bell and was buzzed inside, where the otherwise curt thekenfrau assured me that the ban did not apply for special parties such as tonight.
Having departed with the 50 euro entrance fee and being handed a waist-towel of extraordinary size and quality (not least compared to Bernd’s), I headed for the changing room only to remember that Frau Theken had asked for my shoe size (45). I must have forgotten to bring them from the reception. Not so, she explained irritably, I would find them in my locker. Now that seems to me the height of creative thinking, placing guests with similar shoe sizes next to each other, thus giving us a natural thread of conversation. When I scored big and found a size 46 in my locker, I was very happy with my neighbours, and there was indeed a lot of large feet both leaving, arriving and settling bills at that particular time.
Of more concern were the small lockers, meaning that again I had to cramp my winter coat, clothes and bag together, and the apparent lack of deposit boxes with solid locks. In this respect I am probably mistaken, because there were indeed a number of boxes looking like just that, but my key did not fit, and I did not have the nerve for another visit to the front desk. Yes, I ought to have asked my fellow 46ers, but one does not want to appear ignorant and/or signal that one has any significant valuables in case those safe-deposit-like-boxes turns out to be for example for staff only or something completely unimaginable, does one?
Time for the showers, and if those were left a lot to desire at Oase and Bernd’s, this was ridiculous. Dierdorf should not have to shoulder the burden of reversing the climate changes on its own. Hot water, yes, but in spurts of 3 to 4 seconds after each push of the button.
Having developed a tennis elbow trying a complete a sporadic body and hair cleansing, I went to look for the magazines. As much as I wanted to focus on the task at hand, I couldn’t help notice a substantial number of ladies, some dressed up as if rehearsing for a 70ies American porno flick, some in what I understand to be traditional dessous clothing and a few covered with nothing more than their piercings and tattoos. And a little less substantial number of gents, whose contribution to the carnival was those exquisite white waist-towels. Despite having brought from Cologne (where anything less would single you out as a bloody tourist) my newly acquired, 10 euro, green, yellow, black and purple joker hat with little golden bells at the tentacles, at the last moment I had decided against wearing it, trying instead to blend in with the 46ers.
I also seemed to notice at the corner of my eye that most of the ladies were very much doable. And that the layout and elegance of the Finca Erotica were diminishing anything previously experienced by Banaanovich in the FKK department (Artemis, Oase and Bernd’s). And I simply had to stop at the large buffet, where to my surprise the food (tapas, chilli con carne, lots of vegetables) actually looked rather inviting, almost making me regret having stopped at Burger King on the way and forgetting to make them cancel the onion rings.
But finally I arrived at my destination, a smaller room with, hooray, magazines lying on the table. And newspapers on a rack as well. I spotted an issue of “Bild für Damen” or something like that, but annoyingly, my further investigations were hampered by the presence of several ladies performing manual and in one case oral deeds on some 46ers. Polite as I tend to be, I could not bring it over myself to step over them even for the sake of this esteemed forum, and I thought there would be plenty of time to come back later.
Another couple of magazines, as well as a gentleman reading what I believe to be one of the local newspapers, were found in a relax room with a few lounge chairs and a Jacuzzi. A great sign indeed, as I missed a good place to hide under a book or newspaper between sessions at both Oase and Bernd’s.
Having a break in my truth-seeking mission, I absently noticed a stage with a pole and near this pole a fine looking young lady with a hair colour slightly too pink and a bust slightly too firm to look like something explained by Darwin alone. Vicky, I believe was the name I heard mentioned through a loudspeaker. She was dressed at first, but took of one layer after the other, helped in particular by a far less the 46er. Possibly it was also his bottle (of what from my position, not the very best, looked like beer) she suddenly had in her hand. She drank a little, proceeded to sprinkle some over her nether frontal opening, drank some more and stuck same bottle into same opening. Then she gave the bottle to less that 46er and motioned for him to stick it up her opening again, which he hesitantly did. She needed to prompt him further in order to get him to move it rapidly in and out before giving him back the bottle, with far less beer in it than at the outset. Banaanovich sr. has not seen anything remotely like this since Pat Pong 1987, and Banaanovich jr. remembers being a little more impressed back then.
When Vicky started looking around for new volunteers, I – belonging to the shy species – retreated further and as if by providence stumbled upon a staircase leading slightly upwards. On the lookout for another possible oasis for my reading to come, I was happy to find a kino. It must have being showing porn, but what I recall now is the emptiness at this particular time. Just as I went back to try and locate Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, a good looking young lady appeared and introduced herself as Annabel, Russia. As readers of Russian poetry will remember, this is a classic Russian name appearing in any number of works from Pushkin to Dostoevsky, and for me Annabel provided a chance to further polish my Russian, as today’s edition of Komsomolskaya Pravda might not be available due to the carnival.
I suggested she give me an introduction to the premises, I had far from seen it all, and without any hesitation, she recommended the nearest couch, opposite a sleepy looking 42. BBBJ and fingering followed, but after a while she suggested the kino as a more proper venue. Annabel is dark blond, long hair, good body, natural C breasts, nice face, GFE’ish and a sexy, raspy voice – the latter, however, only due to the fact that her dog (I was a bit confused as to whether this was her Boxer or another dog, breed unknown to me, that she was just temporarily tending to) had escaped in a park in Frankfurt, resulting in her yelling for hours. Normally she speaks like Mickey Mouse, she explained. Russian, German and some English (languages, not sexual positions). We engaged in a lengthy 69, which she enjoyed without climaxing, while I was too deeply buried to register the whereabouts of my climax. 50 euro demanded and well deserved. Repeat? I thought so.
Finally ready for Corriere de la Serra, I went to the relax room, but was distracted again, now with the porno moment making Banaanovich jr.’s day. In the Jacuzzi was, besides an estimated 46 and 43, difficult to estimate because of the bubbles, an extraordinarily nicely naturally shaped female in her early 20ies. Leaving The Miami Herald for later, I decided to join them, sat myself next to the slyly smiling fox and struck up a conversation. As she told me, Celina is from Dusseldorf and study to be a social worker. Just when I began complimenting myself for explaining in nearly comprehensible German that FKK must be the true call for a social worker, she replied that she did not work here, but had only come as a dancer for the party (her second at Finca). I expressed my regret that I had only seen her colleague Vicky (she did not seem to recognize the name, maybe I had misheard) dancing her native folk dance on the stage, but that I would definitely be there for Celinas next dance, when would that be? Sorry, no more shows tonight, the three scheduled ones having been at 5 pm, 8 pm and 10 pm. Verdammt, she must have been on stage while I was occupied in the kino. My consternation grew when a definite 49, and in this particular case not only talking shoes, appeared with his member at an angle close to a perfect 90 degrees and sat down opposite Celina in the Jacuzzi. Without a word, she swam over to him and mounted him, rocking him gently for 10-15 minutes while asking him (as far as I could extrapolate) whether he wanted to go somewhere private. Whatever her proposition was, he declined, and after a while I asked if he was part of the show as well, which he confirmed. Because of the bubbles, I could not really see what was going on, but interesting it was. Now, I may be a newbie, but I am fairly certain that jerking off in the Jacuzzi is not standard FKK etiquette, and anyway, after too short a while the couple rose from the Jacuzzi, me eyeing briefly her full body for the first time, including a huge tattoo along her side and a piercing slightly south-southeast of her clitoris (from her perspective).
Even more intriguing was the story I was told later by what I believe to be a highly reliable source: The 8 pm show consisted of a girl, seemingly Celina, giving hand-, blow- and possibly further jobs to 30-40 guests, regardless of shoe size. After that, the seeming Celina was being pounded in all possible openings by a male looking just like 49. However, while I have full faith in my source, my reporting on this is second and to some extent third hand, and eye witness accounts should always be treated with care, especially when the experience takes place under duress (just look at myself, was it south-southeast, southeast or even south-southwest? from whose perspective? and was that tattoo a dragon or what?), so corroboration would be needed. Please, enter Basketcase.
I am not at liberty to reveal my source, but it leads to the part where I will hear no complaints, this is my second warning to avoid this post if not romantically inclined regarding P4P.
Staggering to the bar for a Coca-Cola with extra sugar added, no ice please, I found myself beside a nurse in proper white, including her panties. She was, however, already giving first aid to a 46 who spoke German almost as poorly as I and with a possibly English accent (music to loud to get any definite bearings). In came a police officer in proper black, not including her somehow lost panties, and a small, but mean-looking water-pistol, possibly a calibre .84.
My first reaction was “bad teeth”. My second reaction was “kinda cute though”. My third reaction was a jump of joy, when she introduced herself with a name I remembered from this thread.
Natalia/Natalya/Nathalia. Russia/Bulgaria. 30.
Now, in order to keep this posting to a minimum, I will settle for linking to the expert opinions of Toscana [url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?p=863724&highlight=nathalia#post863724[/url] as well as Creature2 [url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showpost.php?p=781770&postcount=70[/url], with whom I heartily agree.
I sessioned Natalya for first half an hour+. Followed by a break, while she was taking care of a 42, I then sessioned her for an hour+ and then another hour+. Sex was great. While she enjoys oral, she does indeed come much more easily during vaginal sex. GFE times 100. And she seemed perfectly happy with whatever I came up with until I requested another session 4 minutes before closing time at 4 pm. Not to be misunderstood: I do not do anal, P4P without condom, any rough stuff nor even bestiality, and somewhat uncharacteristically for Banaanovich, everything happened in two of the top class rooms, not in public. We spoke Russian, but I believe her German is proficient and she has some English, not to mention Bulgarian, some Chechen-Ingush and a few phrases of Japanese.
However pleased Banaanovich jr., Banaanovich sr. was the one really gleaming. Natalya is one of the most fascinating human beings I have ever talked to, and I meet quite a lot of very different people in my professional life. Sir Angus, a tip to you from one of your many fans: Natalya should be granted a chapter in what I hope will be your future book, possibly as the heroine. But hurry up or I will get there first, and the initial editions will not be published in any language near you.
Yes, I am in love, and no, I have no plans to take Natalya away from you all. Just treat her well and session her often. She usually works Thursday to Sunday.
Thanks to Myrmidon, Toscana, Weyfarere, Angus Magee and Gfe Finder for your kind words and to everyone in the forum for your postings, without which this happy holiday would not have been possible. I do not expect to post more in the foreseeable future, thus saving considerable broadband, as I will not be visiting Germany anytime soon, and because the places where I may or may not monger have ISG-forums where I dislike the general tone.
But who knows, should I get horny later in the evening and hook up with a drug addicted, 70 year old, Vietnamese street hooker, wherever she might be found in Koblenz, you will be the first to know.
If not, Friday will be my day off, but I hope to enjoy my next to final day in Germany, Saturday 13 February, at a certain FKK Finca Erotica. Should any fellow mongerers wish to hook up, I would be glad. To my knowledge, I have never met another ISG member.
I can not be PM’ed (apologies to Jackson, dues will be settled), but look out for the tall, blond, big-nosed, red-eared, small-penised fellow, shoe-size 45 or hopefully upgraded to 46, reading Neue Kölner Handelsblatt and at the same time desperately trying to block access to Natalya, if ever so temporarily.
Happy mongering.
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[QUOTE=Banaanovich]Captain Dan [url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showpost.php?p=977825&postcount=1485[/url] among others, you had better stop reading now, cause I have a feeling this is going to end up as a pretty pathetic posting. However, a few porno clips will be provided (search “Vicky” and/or “Celina” to get there).
Natalia/Natalya/Nathalia. Russia/Bulgaria. 30.
Now, in order to keep this posting to a minimum, I will settle for linking to the expert opinions of Toscana [url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?p=863724&highlight=nathalia#post863724[/url] as well as Creature2 [url]http://www.internationalsexguide.info/forum/showpost.php?p=781770&postcount=70[/url], with whom I heartily agree.
I sessioned Natalya for first half an hour+. Followed by a break, while she was taking care of a 42, I then sessioned her for an hour+ and then another hour+. Sex was great. While she enjoys oral, she does indeed come much more easily during vaginal sex. GFE times 100. And she seemed perfectly happy with whatever I came up with until I requested another session 4 minutes before closing time at 4 pm. [/QUOTE]
So, this marvellous Natalya is still in Dierdorf. This is the right time to visit Finca, then, this summer time.
Thanks for that interesting report, Banaanovich
[QUOTE=Creature2]So, this marvellous Natalya is still in Dierdorf. This is the right time to visit Finca, then, this summer time.[/QUOTE]I think she took a long break, or at least was absent from Finca. She was nowhere to be seen the last couple of times I was there in the autumn. Maybe our forum-colleague Marlow knows more. But at any rate, definitely good news, yes.
Thanks for the report, Banaanovich. I was wondering what your take would be, as this club divides opinions like no other, except for Palace. I guess it ultimately depends on the line-up on the day, and your luck at selection. But it's a nice set-up for a long stay.
Is it non-smoking throughout now? Last time the only place you could smoke was indeed the reading area, which resultant fug made it not so pleasant.