Sharks with Paul McCartney & Phil Collins
Thursday, Jan 16. Food is good, the new sauna's good, but there's already the next construction project going on. Why yet another VIP area? Whatever. The small stage and the area next to it are currently covered in plastic foil.
Girls keep returning from their Christmas holidays and new faces keep adding, too. So there was quite a crowd of girls (I'the guess 100+), but not too many males. The overall mood is quite depressed, as business is slow for the average lady under these circumstances. I found no outstanding ladies among the new arrivals. Dark hair Romanian girls with average looks, mostly good physique and usual lack of manners and education. More of the same makes little sense to me. I kept looking for a natural girl with an authentic smile and some brains, but couldn't spot a match. So I decided to go for a bucket list-adventure: Silvana.
Track 1: "When I'm 64" Paul McCartney.
"If I'd been out till quarter to three.
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me.
When I'm sixty-four?
I don't need to describe Silvana, the Italian lady with exceptional service that drives up the average age of the line-up very significantly. Some say MILF, but let's tell it like it is: GILF is the more appropriate term. The years have taken their toll although the signs of age have been fought with the full arsenal of cosmetic surgery. That said, Silvana is an "old-school"-lady in the best sense, wears only a hint of No. 5 instead of a bucket of Gucci Rush, is fun listening to and provides a service you would like her to teach all those sharky teens. Her exceptionally long tongue (give up, Gene Simmons!) she uses masterfully and she must be heaven for those loving extralarge pussy lips. She knows what to do and she does it very very well. I spent an hour and 20 minutes with Silvana with no minute getting boring and made my way down to the bar on shaky knees and completely dried-out. For the duration and the special specials 150 E seems fair to me.
The second round had to go to the junior league. But still I clicked with none of the girls. Kinga tried to talk me into a threesome with her friend. Went beyond the limits of normal chatting-up. I feel stalked when I have someone following me to the sauna and hunts me under the shower. That felt almost like Golden Time 2009, when they almost raped poor little Pirate. .
Instead of taking it slowly, having a drink and then head to the hotel, I forced a second round. Again, one of my smartest ideas. I gave in to a girl I had spoken with a bit earlier that night: Aria (hope I got it right).
Track 2: "I missed again" Phil Collins.
"It was in your eyes, that look's been there for too long.
I'm waiting in line.
Would you say if I was wasting my time.
Did I miss again.
I think I missed again, oh".
Aria looks like 20 yrs, from Costanza at the Black Sea, long dark hair, a pretty face with painted on eyebrows, tall, perfect physique and a cups. So far so good the fit to my usual prey preference. She Says she's been sitting around since noon and is still a "day virgin". She seems disillusioned and sarcastic. All that could be a basis for teaming up and giving the night a new and joyful twist. I did what I could in terms of charms, in terms of enduring pussy licking, honeymoon tenderness. And she remained as dead as a fish. It's very rare that I think about interrupting a session, but this time I was really close to leaving the room.
Do I see a pattern developing here? My second sessions always being worse than the first? Is there any hope for help? Is there a group therapy like "second session selection idiots anonymous"?
Anyway. Cheers,
PirateReborn.