Things definitely HAVE changed
[QUOTE=Dedalus]Hey Marlow,
Extremely important and salient points. This is not the first time these points have been mentioned, but the context is somewhat new.
However tipping is not only an Anglo-Saxon tourist thing. Lots of Asian tourists tip like crazy, and I know a number of good ole' German regulars, who award some extra whip-out to an FKK gal now and then.
Still, your points about tipping and its effect on the scene are more than well taken. As a "transplanted" local, I would like to see club standard go back to the way they were 8 to 10 years ago.
Blame it on tipping, the plethora of clubs, or the many Romanians, things HAVE changed.
Cheers,
Dedalus[/QUOTE]
And its not been for the better.
Funny thing is that 10 years ago I had no idea I was living the Golden Age of FKK clubs in terms of Preisleistungsverhaeltnis.
The focus over the past ten years has been building bigger and more elaborate clubs facility-wise. When Atlantis opened, I thought it was about as good as it could get. Little did I know that clubs like World were just on the horizon.
Great facilities are a draw but an even bigger draw is having a stable of CDLs who are relationship-oriented (as opposed to transactional). Bottom line: there are too many clubs out there and there just isn't enough good talent to go around.
There are probably are too many tourists who spoil the women rotten.
I've come around to thinking that the tourists should visit clubs on the beaten path and stay there.
There will come a time when the locals will want to have their own clubs separate from those of the tourists in order to keep price inflation at bay and preserve the service ethic which characterizes a good club.
Consider it the equivalent of establishing "shark free" zones.
I date the Romanian onslaught to about 2003 which dates from about the time that World opened its doors. (Want to find a Romanian chick who is absolutely top notch? Go find Louisa at Finca. I am otherwise keeping my distance from World.)
Has anyone wondered why a club like Bernds doesn't have any Romanian women at all?
Sunday at Oase: a rare new find (for me, at last ...)
Sunday evening I made my way back to Oase. It was a surprise trip to Germany, responding to a client in need. It seems that the economic crisis is having some side benefits for me … because every trip to Germany means another chance to hobby. Dinner with the client in Frankfurt, which was over at 10, and the night was still young. My rental car had GPS, and I punched in the Oase address. 25 minutes later I pulled into the parking lot where now every kitschy life-size Roman-looking statue seems to hang out. I found a parking spot pretty much right next to the entrance and rang the bell. This being a Sunday night, it was not too full. I would estimate that around 30, maybe 40, girls were present. About the same number of guys. I went downstairs and changed into the FKK uniform, then came back up to take my shower in that public shower area. It’s a good place to see and be seen, plus I cannot stand the stink downstairs. I just don’t know what it is in Oase; they keep installing more technology downstairs in the locker room, but the musty odor will just not stop.
The food is still behind the bar, which I think is really stupid. But I ate much better than what they have to offer, and I never come to these places for the food. I took a leisurely stroll around the premises, trying to scout the talent and how it matched what I was in the mood for. Pretty decent, at least five or so real lookers! (But of course I know that looks alone are not enough; there has to be a bit of a spark …). I sat down at the bat and sipped a coke, waiting for inspiration to strike. A few girls came by, offering company, exchanging names, none of them ugly, but none of them being able to interest me. It is the ones that are sure of themselves, the ones that just smile from the distance, the ones that force you to make the first move, that I am hunting for. I am walking around a bit, Sunny and Vicky offer a threesome. Sunny is surprised that I know here name and even more surprised that I have done her three times in the last four years. First she does not believe me, but when I mention her changed hair color and a few other details, she finally buys it. God, I am really making an impression on these girls! :D
A bit of time passes, girls come and go, over a couple of additional drinks I am starting to narrow down my options and desires. If there are over 20 naked, doable, and eminently willing girls (none of them really ugly, I might add!) in a room with you, it really makes the decision hard. Then a girl with cappuccino-colored skin and sparkling eyes enters the main room and sits down on the wall-bench right next to the entrance, and I know my decision is made. I am about ten to twelve feet away from her, perched on my bar stool at the corner of the bar. Of course I ogle her as she approaches her seat, and she is stunningly beautiful. The Optik-Fick component of here would already justify the decision to invest in her, but her eyes sparkle at me from the distance, and she smiles invitingly. I motion her to come over to me; she points at the bench right next to her. Oh, how I love this dance! I walk over as slow as I can, wanting of course to just leap across. Introductions: her name is Selina, from the Dominican Republic, all of 21 years old. Her hair is done in Beyoncé-fashion, and when I remark on the similarities, she just laughs and says that this is what all the girls say. I tell her that she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and right then and there I really believe it. Her German is excellent, and we are starting to have a nice conversation. Yes, she is definitely the one, and I ask her if she wants to move to a coach to get a little more comfortable. (This is important for many reasons, not the least of them to show her that I am not an easy quickie.) We are having a smoke together and talk and kiss, and fondle. The girl has perfect skin, not a blemish, no ink either, very sensual lips, and did I mention those eyes? The really could be a model, and I tell her that. Her response is what I hear almost invariably from girls: Oh no, I am to this and too that, I don’t like my breast, my hips, my whatever. I am particularly fond of her breast, but she tells me enjoy them in this shape while I can, because I already have made an appointment to get implants. What the f*ck, girl! This is like messing with Mona Lisa’s smile. She just laughs. I know that, oh yes, we are gonna have a good time! I am in love! Queue “Fall for you” from Secondhand Serenade. Yes, “a girl like you is impossible to find”.
Time to go to the room. She passes a couple of empty ones and guides me to one of the air-conditioned ones with mirrors on every wall and ceiling, with wall-to-wall mattress on a pedestal. Excellent! We start out slowly, just standing there, kissing and groping. She has one leg up on the pedestal, for perfect easy access to her shaven you-know-what. I am just stunned that 50 euro can buy this degree of perfection. She drops to her knees to give me a nice BBBJ. Whoa, I am ready to bust already! Quick: baseball, baseball, baseball ;)
I invite her to lie down and let me to pay her back a bit. She obliges with a broad smile. I try to apply all of my anatomical knowledge that I have gathered over the years with a long series of 50 or 100 euro investments. I also try to keep eye contact with her while I give her a tonguing, because I like it when the girls do this for me while giving me a BJ. She buckles under me; I have a feeling I am doing something right :D.
We put on the raincoat and start with mish. I know: boring! But when a girl has such beautiful eyes, then I love looking into them during boning time. I am getting dangerously close to ending the dance; so I have to pull out and motion to her to turn. We proceed with standard doggie. But after awhile I want to feel her closer to me and bend over her to feel her (really, really perfect!) breasts. She responds to this tremendously and leans forward so that I get better access. This time I know I cannot get out of the way of the train rushing up to me; I bust. She cleans me up, and then we lay down for some serious post-coital TLC. This session is turning into the perfect mixture of GFE and PSS, one of my top five of the year. (I don’t know which of the other top-five has to be eliminated in her favor, though; I love all of them.)
Selina has an interesting strategy in that she does not walk with me to the valuables lockers at the bar, instead staying in the hallway where the massage-table used to be. This way nobody can really check how many sessions she does and what the customer satisfaction is, both of which one can usually infer when monitoring the lockers. I come back with my girlfriend/porn-star rental fee and get rewarded with another long DFK. Yes, I am in love! Maybe I should try to meet Selina’s mother, who is about my age. Selina tells me that she is just as beautiful and even more dangerous. All kinds of possibilities … We laugh.
Since it is my policy to call it a night after a perfect session, this means that I leave Oase after only a single pop. Ahhh, but what a night it turned out to be …
Monday continues at the Schieferhof thread ([url]http://internationalsexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?p=819892[/url]).
Seems that LBC is a legend in his own time!
[QUOTE=Stikirob]He mentioned this site and asked if was LBC! I denied all knowledge but thanked him for his recommendation.[/QUOTE]
I picture a dialogue similar to newspaper reporter, Henry Stanley, finding Dr. David Livingstone on the shores of Lake Tanganyika and asking: "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?" in 1871.