Visiting Oase next week: is construction finished?
I have read some comments recently that lead me to believe that there is some ongoing construction that is somwhat affecting usage of the club. I plan to be there next Tuesday night. If anyone has an update on construction activity and current quality/quantity of women it would be much appreciated. This time I promise I will list the names of the women I encounter.
It's the vasopressin, stupid
It seems that several members of ISG were at Oase last Friday. I did exchange vital mongering information with one English speaking-guy during the day, so if it was you, Flodhast or Marchway, I hope you indeed found the mens toilet. That, I am afraid, was the limit of my discourse with any guys in any language on the day, as I was far too preoccupied with biochemistry.
By the early evening at the Oase poolside I had to conclude that I was in all sorts of trouble with my oxytocin.
It’s no wonder really. Several hours of watching the non-stop processions of naked women had caused my neurotransmitter dopamin to awaken unknown parts deep in my brain, and this had been happening for several hours. This causes feelings of motivation, joy and reward, all of which were in abundance from the very moment I had paid my EUR 65, had the bracelet clipped on my wrist and entered the bar area. The resulting non-stop spurts of adrenalin make the heart beat faster and I could feel my brain mercilessly pumping out phenylethylamin in order to accelerate the flow of information between the nerve cells, and attempt to process the information my eyes and brain were struggling to assimilate. It’s otherwise known as eye-candy overload and first manifests itself magically in a very pleasant nascent hard-on as you make your way down the steps to the showers.
The early shift was pretty OK, but not overwhelming. I had used the time driving over to plan my campaign. I was going to choose the two most beautiful girls I saw in the first shift, and the same after the four o’clock arrival of the second shift, with the proviso that none was going to be a Romanian teenie. This was the hardest bit, because you had to discern whether she was a young Romanian and then still be able to make an honourable exit before the vasopressin took over and you gave in to lust. As it happened it was a doddle on the first shift, but much harder as an excellent second shift clocked on and nearly overwhelmed my better judgement. Some seriously gorgeous specimens. But anyway, those who know the Oase girls will probably appreciate that I made a pretty good job of selection this time, and was commendably quick to snap them up:
Steffi, Russia
Christine, CzechRep
Alexandra, Romania
Linda, Greece
Steffi, Russia, but to all intents and purposes German
24-25?
Long blonde straight hair
About 167 cms
Slim with A breasts, mouth-watering from the waist down
Beautiful face, great mouth
The Russians gave her the immaculate genes and service attitude, the Germans her perfect German and just slightly steely efficiency to go with the friendliness. She would be a straight 10 in my book if she had slightly larger breasts. But I wasn’t complaining, I was glad to book her when I could because she’s in constant demand.
We made a bit of a mistake. I’d been hoping to take her up into the Love Nest, just perfect up there with a slight breeze round the testicles as she span her magic. But it was occupied and we settled for one of the plastic blue-and-white beach baskets in the corner of the garden. Must have been quite a sight for the onlookers as she gave me a full eye-contact BBBJ, we did our best in 69 and positions which included reverse cowgirl specially for the gallery. But it’s a shit place to have sex really. Fully in the sun, so we were soon sweating too much for comfort, no paper towels or cushions, so that I was increasingly getting neck-ache as I tried to get my tongue at those delightful parts which always seemed about half a centimetre out of reach. Bummer. Neither of us really got going, and after about twenty minutes I stopped her and explained I didn’t want to come under this stress, we should shower and maybe we’d see each other later. Of course we didn’t. So you live and learn.
After two demanding sessions in a couple of apartments elsewhere the day before, I wasn’t desperate to unload. I tried to have a rest after this, to reflect what was really going on in my body. But as one part of the brain was observing hormonal (im)balances, the other half, aided by Little Tosc to no small measure, kept getting distracted by the nymphs. It’s really the vasopressin that’s to blame in all this. This hormone regulates my sexual self-confidence, stamina, dominance and territorial demarcation, and I am assured that as a man, even at my advanced age, I’ve got seemingly uncontrollable heaps of the stuff. Is it any wonder that I tend to wander helplessly after the first cute arse that walks past my bar stool? Or that I am at the mercy of my amygdala as it checks my emotions and motivations while I sit entranced behind a couple going at it full throttle in the Kino?
Christine, Brno, Czech Rep
27, looks 22
Longish wavy, curly brown hair
About 165 cms
Slim with B/C breasts, mouth-watering from the waist down
Beautiful face, great mouth
This girl is a 10 for me. I just love looking at her. And surely the best kisser in FKK-land. I’d had a perfectly OK session with her a short while back, which she also claimed to remember, and it was not long before those magical lips were all over mine, and we just had to find a room quickly. This time she pulled out all the stops. We just melted into each other. I told her it was going to be an hour, so relax. In the end it was 90 minutes, and she managed to keep me strong for the entire session without any let-up. Long, phantasievolles Blasen during endless 69, powering down my whole length and with scarcely any hand work at all. The business. She even showed me a variation on 69 which I’d never tried before. Completely licked her out, a real Wan King job sans bumhole, as she rode the waves for minutes on end. And all the time, breaks for those kisses. I was feeling incredibly powerful, and she was with me all the way, grinding into the heavy cowgirl for her own pleasure. What a sight. We were both fighting some emotions here, it was going so brilliantly. There was even an interlude of dry humping, which got pretty close to the edge of control. Neither of us spoke. Were we going to? Despite all resolutions to the contrary? Of course we didn’t, but it was so damned tantalising. Didn’t want a porn-style cum-shot with this girl. Just simple happy missionary together, and we were both in a total sweaty mess in this humid room. Truly memorable session. Got to see her again soon.
Fortunately the left side of my brain uses the surging testosterone bath to, firstly, fine-tune my three dimensional awareness (this enables me to gauge pretty reliably that the girl I am after has comfortable handy B/C breasts rather than the DDD silis, which in a weak moment I might find life-threatening), and, secondly, pep up my hypothamalus. Don’t ask. I was going to need this as the second shift clocked on.
Alexandra, Bucaresti, Romania
21
Long black straight hair
About 168 cms
B/C breasts, mouth-watering from the waist down (see a pattern emerging here?)
I took my only big risk here, as most Romanians I avoid these days. But Alexandra did fit the criteria. And she has an immaculate body, though with her the hips are wider. Round perfectly proportioned arse. Not a hint of fat or crinkle, everything just a delight to stroke and play with. Unusually for the type, we had a sensible conversation on the sofa as I gently cupped and check-weighed those gorgeous breasts. She told me that she agreed that Artemis is a great club facility-wise, but the girls had serious issues with the type of customer that turns up. She heartily dislikes one particular Berlin sub-species, the wealthy young Mediterranean-belt macho, who comes to shag the girls as brutally and humiliatingly as he can. Are we in an FKK here? “Oh yes, I left after two days after being shagged more in two days than normally in three months.”
The only disappointment with Alexandra was the rather indifferent kissing. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t very good, not very deep, and of course I was totally spoilt by now. Maybe she didn’t want to, maybe she doesn’t know how to do it. Otherwise she has been around. Very good BBBJ once I’d removed her hands, and she let my fingers wander reasonably when I’d swung her around into 69. Oh boy, don’t you just love kissing and stroking those lean inner thighs and succulent butt-cheeks, and gradually building up her juices with the master-tongue? I was going bossed-eyed by now. She moved away before I would get her to come, so this was not going to be a meeting-of-minds session, just a good performance and great Optik. And that she was. I went with most of my usual favourite positions, and after 29.5 minutes finished off to the sight of doggy in the mirror. Another good girl, even if no star.
But anyway, after several hours of all this I was unconscious on a sunbed by the water, as the oxytocin jets hit me hard. This chemical is produced when you feel emotionally connected to someone, when you have fallen in love, and especially when you’ve had three pretty great sessions at an FKK. Women get the spurts too after orgasm, but we men get about five hundred times as much oxytocin, and it was this onslaught that had me fall fast asleep as the young Romanians frolicked in the pool. Sleep after a shag is the most relaxing sleep of all, don’t you agree?
Would I have the juice for a fourth session? We would see. First I was late for the food, served outside under the marquee. It was dreadful, I am afraid. The veal looked OK, but was tough and already cold. And the other dish looked truly horrendous. Reminded me immediately of the old joke: “Hmm, delicious, you know these Korean meat-balls really are the dog’s bollocks..” Ended up eating the potato salad, and listening at the next table to one provider telling her friend all about her new boyfriend. My God, he’s nice enough, but of course he just wants to shag me all the time. My life is just one long suck-and-fuck at the moment, can’t get off my back morning, noon and night….
Maybe Linda has had this problem with her boyfriends too. I don’t know. But I found her for the first time since the old Atlantis days, even though she has been at Oase for the three years since the former’s closure.
Linda, Greece
Nearly 30, I reckon, but still in great shape
Long crinkly dark brown almost black hair
About 172 cms, in fact much taller than I remembered her
B/C breasts, slender, mouth-watering from the waist down
I wasn’t sure it was her when I approached her, but when she confirmed her name I assured her I had had the pleasure back in 2004, at the same time bitterly reproaching her for not remembering me. I mean, I remembered her….
Not much needs to be said about Linda which isn’t already known. Her face is open and friendly, if not startingly alluring, but her body is tremendous with those endless long slim legs. Wanted to follow that arse up the steps to the Love Nest, but again it was besetzt, and anyway the stormclouds were moving in. Why bother, you all know her, I’m preaching to the converted. Told her I was tired, but she countered she was still virgin-for-the-day, and it just meant that she would have to work that bit harder. Her service is still wonderfully committed with everything you expect in a session. Little Tosc was indeed pretty much on the ropes, but she swirled and sucked and munched as we moved around the bed, and somehow he was more or less responsive. Linda looked at me questioningly as I told her to put the condom on, but I scolded her. Don’t underestimate my little man when you’ve got a body like yours for him to negotiate with. And, lo and behold, after a few doubts he rose to the occasion and after a lot of strenuous work we got a modest dribble in doggie.
Altogether idyllic and successful Friday at Oase, and indeed a rousing chemical triumph, you’ll agree.