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[QUOTE=Rayboy69]What I did not like was this club is damn hot!!! It was very difficult to conduct a session as the rooms were like saunas!
Overall, good club but my personal preference is FKK World (club); FKK Palace (Girls) and FKK Oase (a bit of both).[/QUOTE]
Interesting, Breadman and I both felt the air in Palace to be stifling, so much so that we left for an hour's stroll through the neighborhood before returning. The presence of an outdoor venue at Oase was also a huge plus.
We also found the women at Oase to be much more attractive, as a whole, and much more accommodating than those at Palace.
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I was loitering the other day in one of the public areas of the FKK-Oase with my traveling companion, the esteemed and reputedly endowed Baron von Breadman, when we were approached by a rather fetching young woman who proceeded to chat us up in a rather halting English. As best I could ascertain, she wanted to fuck one or the other of us, not at all an unreasonable notion, given the surroundings. Looking back, we thought little of the proposition at the time, it being neither the first nor last one of the kind that we’d receive over the course of the day. The fetching young woman moved on.
Some hours later, the Baron and I were dining with some new acquaintances, one known here as Timmendorf, the second a lurker when the young woman approached us for a second time, introducing herself this time as Michelle. The Baron, who spent the entire weekend letting his hands roam wherever they’d be allowed, suggested to Michelle that she turn her back to him in order that he might give her a back-rub. With Michelle facing me, I took better stock of her appearance. A head of wild thick hair that rivals Medusa, she has quite an exotic look with a largish nose that fits her face quite well, and surrounding that, on the top, two of the most breathtaking eyes into the vortex of which I’ve ever found myself drawn. Below, an ample mouth that carried a smile, big and broad, illuminating and complimenting her deep dark eyes. I massaged her hands as von Breadman did the same to her back. Again, minutes later, Michelle moved on.
A short bit later, having finished our dinner, the Baron and I repaired to the bar to fetch an after dinner beverage. At this time, I was still in the process of recovering from the damage wrought my reproductive system by one Shaleen and was in no condition for another round of coitus delecti, but, as we approached the bar, I spied Michelle a few feet down, or rather she spied me. She smiled sweetly, a smile for which I was hardly a match and, acceding to her eyes' command, I promptly found her tongue as far down my throat as nature would allow. The young Swiss woman with the breathtaking eyes and I stood there at the bar for the next 5 minutes or so, sucking face and groping like a pair of adolescents in the throes of a first crush, oblivious to any and all who might have been watching our little public display.
Wanting a more private venue for the completion of our little escapade, little Miss Bright Eyes and I dashed off to a private room, hand-holding and groping all along our merry way. Once behind closed doors, the face sucking resumed and we shortly found ourselves engaged in some horizontal recreation. What distinguishes a session with Michelle is the seeming joy which she takes in her vocation. We spent the next half hour alternately making out, laughing, fucking and sucking.
Jumping forward just a bit now, the Baron von Breadman and I spent the next night in an altogether unsatisfactory experience at the FKK-Palace, finding ourselves processed, and processed as quickly as quick could be by an endless stream of attractive young women determined to spend no more than 15 minutes with us, draining us of our seed as quickly as they could manage before moving on to the next unsuspecting morsel of shark food.
Having determined upon arrival on these shores that Sunday would be spent in the venue which we found the more satisfying of those we visited on Friday and Saturday nights, the choice of Oase for Sunday was an easy one.
We arrived quite early Sunday, before one and made over to the corner of the bar where the food is located to grab a little nibble. Only seconds had passed when Michelle appeared out of the shadows from the hallway leading to the back chambers. We caught each others eyes, hers lit up and she threw her arms around me. The scene of the previous evening repeated, Michelle and I having a little go at each other for all the world to see. A few minutes into this little taste of paradise, I turned to the Baron and whispered, “Bye,” eliciting a good laugh from Michelle’s deep throaty voice in the process. The events of the previous evening repeated themselves in private.
I saw a fair amount of Michelle as the day wore on. It seems that protocol dictates that girl and client ignore each other for the most part after the deed is done, but that wasn’t the case with Michelle as we shared a word or two, and laugh or at least a smile and a longing gaze as we passed each other over the course of the day. As day became night, the daytime traffic in the club departed and the nighttime never really replaced it. It was quite slow now, naked girls sitting around, mostly bored, all over the place, outnumbering the paying customers.
I was on a couch in the farthest corner of the main room, recovering from the pretty blonde Latvian, Lena of the talented tongue, when Michelle approached me complaining of boredom. I suggested that she join me on my couch and I spent the next 45 minutes or so massaging nearly every non-erogenous portion of her delightful body, to the point where she was losing consciousness. As I eventually moved my hands across her lovely breasts, she moved her own further down her body and began playing with herself. This was almost too much for my poor heart to take, let alone my poor feeble unit, comatose from the heavy workload of the preceding hours. Yet, lo and behold, as Michelle began enjoying herself, from down below there came a little rallying cry, suggesting that my poor aching body might manage one more session before drawing the day to a close. But what of Michelle, who was lying nearly asleep on the couch, no doubt aware of the bulge growing under her head, still in my lap?
I suggested, quietly, that we head off to a chamber. Michelle lit up, jumped up, flashed her broad smile, inhaled my tongue and off we marched. This time, however, there was so little left of me that, after 10 minutes of balling, poor little regnad gave out, limp there on the bed. No matter. Michelle and I spent the last 20 minutes of the day chatting, sucking face, and laughing.
This whole FKK thing and the 30 minute routine is quite new to me. I’m used to longer engagements with escorts, even having gone so far with one woman of whom I'm still quite fond as traveling for four days to San Francisco and later the same year to Vancouver Island for a week. My dalliance with Michelle was the first attempt at anything “extended” with a girl in an FKK; I don’t know whether it will be May or September before I return to this Disneyland for Grown Boys, but whenever it may be, the first thing I’ll do is look up Michelle.
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[QUOTE=Rayboy69]
First impressions are good. It is a friendly club.
Girls; I would not rate as the best looking; Palace still has the best looking girls.
What I did not like was this club is damn hot!!! It was very difficult to conduct a session as the rooms were like saunas!
Overall, good club but my personal preference is FKK World (club); FKK Palace (Girls) and FKK Oase (a bit of both).[/QUOTE]
Pro's: almost all the girls had great attitudes, very few cold sharks. they'd approach you and actually talk to you before asking if you wanted to fuck. palace girls seemed to want money for any time spent with you, oase girls just seemed more flirtatious. Management might be the key.
Hot tub at Oase was in a seperate room which did get a bit warmer, but having doors to the outside right there kept things cooler. Palace had the hot tub right by the upstairs bar and made sitting there in a rob almost impossible.
Talent level seemed higher on Sunday than it did on Friday.
Con's: ran out of soap in the showers downstairs...a no no for an fkk club.
Food...behind the bar? They should put up a breakfast spread 'on the bar' or a table so people can nibble.
All in all, had a much better time at Oase. Sampled twice as many girls 'combined' and didnt have any issues.
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The saying goes "one man's meat is another man's poison!"
The last time I went to Palace was in Oct 07; so I am comparing the line-up at Oase to then.
Oase is not a bad club and the girl I went with certainly was very friendly and tried her best to accommodate me (cannot remember her name but she says she is half Romanian/half Italian - mid 20's).
And why is the food behind the bar?
The one thing i did like is the fact that you can smoke in one part of the club unlike Palace where you are in one small glassed off room.
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Thanks all for all the great posts. I feel like I've been there after reading some of your posts. They are great.
After reading all the posts here, I just have to visit Oase when I arrive in Frankfurt on Saturday. I assume Saturday night is a busy night, but is it too busy? I saw some posts about other places that the crowds get heavy on Saturdays. Does Oase suffer from this too?
I visited the RLD my last time in Frankfurt, as well as other cities in Germany. I had an ok time, but not great. The stairs just old real fast. This will be my first time in an FKK. Any advice for a newbie like myself? Pointers? Anyone from here going to be out on the prowl on Saturday?
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[QUOTE=Robbipa]Thanks all for all the great posts. I feel like I've been there after reading some of your posts. They are great.
After reading all the posts here, I just have to visit Oase when I arrive in Frankfurt on Saturday. I assume Saturday night is a busy night, but is it too busy? I saw some posts about other places that the crowds get heavy on Saturdays. Does Oase suffer from this too?
I visited the RLD my last time in Frankfurt, as well as other cities in Germany. I had an ok time, but not great. The stairs just old real fast. This will be my first time in an FKK. Any advice for a newbie like myself? Pointers? Anyone from here going to be out on the prowl on Saturday?[/QUOTE]I will be leaving for my 2nd tour of Frankfurt tomorrow till March 2nd. Check out my ealier posts in which I had some basic and some "not so basic" newbie questions. I'm only a standard member so I don't have PM capabilities. If you're up for a meet and greet at one of the big 3 (Oase, WOrld, Palace) or want to check out another club Saturday with a 30something american boy, let me know.
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[QUOTE=Robbipa]Thanks all for all the great posts. I feel like I've been there after reading some of your posts. They are great.
After reading all the posts here, I just have to visit Oase when I arrive in Frankfurt on Saturday. I assume Saturday night is a busy night, but is it too busy? I saw some posts about other places that the crowds get heavy on Saturdays. Does Oase suffer from this too?
I visited the RLD my last time in Frankfurt, as well as other cities in Germany. I had an ok time, but not great. The stairs just old real fast. This will be my first time in an FKK. Any advice for a newbie like myself? Pointers? Anyone from here going to be out on the prowl on Saturday?[/QUOTE]All the clubs are busy on Saturdays especially between 10pm-2am. You might have to wait between 15-30 minutes for a room, but it is worth it when you have a hot babe sitting on your lap kissing, groping & etc. At Palace, the wait can be close to an hour during a Messe.
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ahhh you found my favorite at Oase. I have spent countless hours with her and her charm NEVER fades. I got a hard-on just reading your description of her.
[QUOTE=Regnad]I The Baron, who spent the entire weekend letting his hands roam wherever they’d be allowed, suggested to Michelle that she turn her back to him in order that he might give her a back-rub. With Michelle facing me, I took better stock of her appearance. A head of wild thick hair that rivals Medusa, she has quite an exotic look with a largish nose that fits her face quite well, and surrounding that, on the top, two of the most breathtaking eyes into the vortex of which I’ve ever found myself drawn. Below, an ample mouth that carried a smile, big and broad, illuminating and complimenting her deep dark eyes. I massaged her hands as von Breadman did the same to her back. Again, minutes later, Michelle moved on.
I spied Michelle a few feet down, or rather she spied me. She smiled sweetly, a smile for which I was hardly a match and, acceding to her eyes' command, I promptly found her tongue as far down my throat as nature would allow. The young Swiss woman with the breathtaking eyes and I stood there at the bar for the next 5 minutes or so, sucking face and groping like a pair of adolescents in the throes of a first crush, oblivious to any and all who might have been watching our little public display.
Wanting a more private venue for the completion of our little escapade, little Miss Bright Eyes and I dashed off to a private room, hand-holding and groping all along our merry way. Once behind closed doors, the face sucking resumed and we shortly found ourselves engaged in some horizontal recreation. What distinguishes a session with Michelle is the seeming joy which she takes in her vocation. We spent the next half hour alternately making out, laughing, fucking and sucking.
Having determined upon arrival on these shores that Sunday would be spent in the venue which we found the more satisfying of those we visited on Friday and Saturday nights, the choice of Oase for Sunday was an easy one.
We arrived quite early Sunday, before one and made over to the corner of the bar where the food is located to grab a little nibble. Only seconds had passed when Michelle appeared out of the shadows from the hallway leading to the back chambers. We caught each others eyes, hers lit up and she threw her arms around me. The scene of the previous evening repeated, Michelle and I having a little go at each other for all the world to see. A few minutes into this little taste of paradise, I turned to the Baron and whispered, “Bye,” eliciting a good laugh from Michelle’s deep throaty voice in the process. The events of the previous evening repeated themselves in private.
I saw a fair amount of Michelle as the day wore on. It seems that protocol dictates that girl and client ignore each other for the most part after the deed is done, but that wasn’t the case with Michelle as we shared a word or two, and laugh or at least a smile and a longing gaze as we passed each other over the course of the day. As day became night, the daytime traffic in the club departed and the nighttime never really replaced it. It was quite slow now, naked girls sitting around, mostly bored, all over the place, outnumbering the paying customers.
I was on a couch in the farthest corner of the main room, recovering from the pretty blonde Latvian, Lena of the talented tongue, when Michelle approached me complaining of boredom. I suggested that she join me on my couch and I spent the next 45 minutes or so massaging nearly every non-erogenous portion of her delightful body, to the point where she was losing consciousness. As I eventually moved my hands across her lovely breasts, she moved her own further down her body and began playing with herself. This was almost too much for my poor heart to take, let alone my poor feeble unit, comatose from the heavy workload of the preceding hours. Yet, lo and behold, as Michelle began enjoying herself, from down below there came a little rallying cry, suggesting that my poor aching body might manage one more session before drawing the day to a close. But what of Michelle, who was lying nearly asleep on the couch, no doubt aware of the bulge growing under her head, still in my lap?
I suggested, quietly, that we head off to a chamber. Michelle lit up, jumped up, flashed her broad smile, inhaled my tongue and off we marched. This time, however, there was so little left of me that, after 10 minutes of balling, poor little regnad gave out, limp there on the bed. No matter. Michelle and I spent the last 20 minutes of the day chatting, sucking face, and laughing.
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Night 1 in FKK-land
(This is part 1 of 4 of a report on my swing through Frankfurt/NRW FKKs with a travel partner)
Night 1: FKK Oase
Well, time to start the FKK experience, and after wrestling a bit with the GPS (at which point I learned to trust the Force. And the GPS), we made it out.
Oase, according to my travel partner, has upscaled the place some. It seems to be around a Graeco-Roman theme, mostly, some nice plasma screens showing soccer, a good hot tub, and so on.
I took my travel partner's advice and tried to look around and chill for a bit before heading in with anyone. And got accosted on the couch a couple of times before deciding to head to the zimmer with a 5 foot 5 MILF-y blonde named Lucia. She claimed to be Italian- but based on the session my partner suspects she was Romanian. The session service was OK enough- competent BBBJ, several positions, but not a lot of "click" or chemistry. Oh yeah, and upsell for anal. OK, lesson learned.
So back out to the girls, and I wandered about, taking in Sauna, flirting with while staying away from the girls wanting tag teams, getting kidded for not wearing my towel in proper fashion (hey, it's an FKK, right? So male nudity must be OK, too.) and I wandered over to the kino. A slim, blonde spinner with A/B cups and was in front of the door and presented herself to me as Verona (and even mentioned the famous Shakespeare play with two gentlemen, in good English). And I got a good vibe from her and went with it. Off to the front of the kino we go. She started macking, then we went to BBBJ, then 69. Then she suggested we go back to the zimmer, as we were drawing a crowd (not the first time this would happen for me in the kino this week). Once back in the room, Verona suggested anal might be called for. But that we should try other stuff first. And so we did- doggie, mish, cowgirl for some time, quit vigorously, even with a bit of hair-pulling in the doggie (Miss Verona likes it a bit rough, if not mean and hurtful- someone who is smart will figure out the difference between the two).
My take on anal is that it's not required at all for me. But I'll gladly do it if the girl LIKES it. I simply won't do it if the girl is only hustling for extra cash. Well, in Verona's case, I was pretty convinced that she liked it, based on the straight sex we had. And this was confirmed once I took her anal cowgirl (a serious porn-star move). I could feel the juices starting to run down the insides of her legs as I went from the "you're a human dildo while I position you correctly, so don't move" stage of anal to "OK, now you can start doing things" stage.
And then, after some of this and some enthusiastic moaning she decided it was time to swing into mish. While I was in her ass. The whole time. And then have me REALLY pound her.
I've been with exactly one other lady who's done that, and she's considered pretty legendary in the US for her skills. This was a real fun time. And we finished off with some nice Italian on her rump while I fingered her a bit (at her suggestion). THAT was the session I had been looking for, and I didn't feel upsold at all- in fact, Verona was probably the best session of the trip (and my partner noted I got a good bit more than 60 minutes for my 200€).
We chatted some, I bathed and collected my wits about me with my travel partner (I was still shaking from the adrenaline), and then we left.
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[QUOTE=Busterbrown 73]I will be leaving for my 2nd tour of Frankfurt tomorrow till March 2nd. Check out my ealier posts in which I had some basic and some "not so basic" newbie questions. I'm only a standard member so I don't have PM capabilities. If you're up for a meet and greet at one of the big 3 (Oase, WOrld, Palace) or want to check out another club Saturday with a 30something american boy, let me know.[/QUOTE]I am arriving Saturday morning and plan on visiting Oase that same evening after recuperating from the flight in my hotel. Maybe there is some way we can meet up. It'll be nice to compare notes with a fellow American. Now all we need is a way to setup a time and place to meet.
I hope to be able to get a few samples to report back here. Share what we learn.
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[QUOTE=Robbipa]I am arriving Saturday morning and plan on visiting Oase that same evening after recuperating from the flight in my hotel. Maybe there is some way we can meet up. It'll be nice to compare notes with a fellow American. Now all we need is a way to setup a time and place to meet.
I hope to be able to get a few samples to report back here. Share what we learn.[/QUOTE]Sorry for the late reply. I've been busy the last few days (no explaination needed) LOL. I'll be at World (again) tonight if you want to meet up. I'm meeting another yankee so maybe we can share some stories there. The lineup was mighty good last night! If you do make your way there, ask for Sofia and where her American friend is!
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Good News for all VIAGRA / SARA (Brasil, Ex-Atlantis, Ex-World) Fans:
She is back after a 2,5 year break. She's working at Oase, Mo thru Fr in the day shift until approx. 7pm.
She does still look the same, maybe one or two additional kilos, her performance is still as great as it was years ago in ATL and FKKW.
HB
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The night I visited Oase it was packed, with a mostly blue collar style crowd and girls squeezing through the hallways with clients and a packed atmosphere.
Despite the somewhat claustrophobic feeling in the club I was able to find 2 very attractive girls, one from Poland and another from Italy. The Polish girl was well worth the 50 Euro, the Italian less so. Both were blondes and about 22 years old. The style of the club was a bit too much for me, with too many guys and a real hardcore feel to the club, not a very sensual style. The girls here hustled real hardcore too, some of them from Romania doing the hard sell to try to get you into the room.
The changing rooms are too cramped and the club has absurd policy of no bathrobes without paying 25 euros.
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[QUOTE=Lennox] , with a mostly blue collar style crowd [/QUOTE]
If the guy's wearing a towel he's blue collar...white collar if he's wearing a robe? Or vice versa?
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[QUOTE=Breadman]If the guy's wearing a towel he's blue collar...white collar if he's wearing a robe? Or vice versa?[/QUOTE]No thats not it. Here is what it means.
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_collar[/url]