Light and shadow at Artemis
Three days last week in Artemis.
Generally, I thought the club weaker than in previous years, certainly in numbers, arguably also in quality. The first shift on Thursday in particular was dire. There were few girls, and only a single one really interested me. Many of them would have been better occupied pushing the laundry trolleys around.
Artemis is really a second division FKK, not only in terms of line-up quality, but also in terms of service. Just my opinion. Being a big city club catering to tourists and Messe crowds means that you have to check on services carefully, and watch your watch. Non-kissers still remarkably thick on the ground, too much silicon. A mini-Palace, if you like, but not so crass in behaviour. But I still like the place, keep coming back.
Day One – Tuesday.
Not a whole day, I arrived about 21. 00 and left at 1. 00. Pretty low numbers and not an overwhelming choice. The line-up was probably recovering from the hectic Messe the week before. A couple of sessions.
Svenja, Cologne, Germany.
Turning 30.
About 1. 72m.
Slim, well-disguised B / C bolt-ons.
Medium-length henna-dyed hair.
Svenja talks the talk, quite lively, not uninteresting. Nice slender body, looks good, must be said. Services no problem. We went just over the half hour, which she forcefully announced just after I had come. My fault, but I did emit a world-weary sigh of disappointment after what had been a good chemistry session. Her mercenary attitude got the better of her. So I lay down, asked her exactly how many minutes were left up to the hour, and insisted she get blowing again. To her credit she did without complaint, she's very good technically.
Cheryl, Hungary.
24, if I remember correctly.
About 1. 62m.
Slim, lovely B's, all-round great slender body.
Longish dark lustrous wavy hair.
Beautiful face with limpid dark brown eyes.
A real discovery. I fell in love for an hour. We found each other on the circular couch at the bottom of the stairs, and she basically lay on top of me, stroking gently for twenty minutes before we roomed. Cheryl has a killer smile, super voice, and this gorgeous mouth didn't emit the usual inanities of the FKK girl, rather a lot of funny remarks. I actually caught myself wondering just what she might say next.
I just knew this was going to be special. Spent the first half hour kissing her soft, soft lips and embarking on a slow worshipful tour of this lovely body. She reacted as she should, hands raking my hair, slowly, dreamily, gently, breathlessly responding to the descending body kisses, then DATY. She slid her way round to 69 and the session went up a level again. Eventually I moved her into mish, kissing and dry-humping her a while, just teasing, we could have gone bare-back, the mood was there in the eyes. Didn't. More nibbling at that lower lip as we relaxed peacefully afterwards. Great, great session.
Day Two – Wednesday.
I wasn't sure that Rocketboy and Angus would manage to get to the club, but in the end, via a series of coincidences, both in fact turned up early evening. This of course made proceedings much more entertaining. It says a lot about the line-up that we preferred to spend time in the dining room with our own company – it was here that we 'brushed' with Pink, rather than in the main room with twenty or thirty naked women.
I started the day much earlier and decided to repeat with Vivienne, Slovakia, now known as Fatima. She remembered me from a year ago – how do they do it? – and the session with this tall elegant slim girl with an immaculate body was of the same high quality as ever. She is a sure number on the early shift. Angus knows her well, and indeed roomed with her himself later.
I was then struggling to find a second session. A couple of delectable blonde Poles disappointed with non-kissing restrictions. It was especially hard to turn Cindy away with her faultless slim body. She tried to tempt me twice. In the end, after hours of indecision and on no other criterion than that she seemed to be a great buddy of Fatima, I chose Michelle. I mean, what kind of crap decision-making process is that? LOL. And I was duly disappointed.
Michelle, Colombia.
End 20's.
About 1. 68m.
Dark blonde medium-length hair.
Tanned body, B / C breasts.
Optikfick. She wasn't really interested in letting go. Despite promises on the kissing it was a kind of poke-your-tongue-at-the-teeth effort and therefore more irritating than stimulating. 69 is always a pleasure with a great body, and the sex was good standard, but in the end I faked the finish to save juice for later.
Gabitza, Hungary.
Sorry, can't remember much about her. She talked her way into the room with her beautiful body and we ground out another standard session. Read as per Michelle above.
My final session on the Wednesday was a repeat with Cheryl. I had waited a long time until she turned up, and even then nearly missed out on her. She had announced her presence earlier by chucking a towel at me from about five meters distance as I was again sprawled half-asleep on the sofa downstairs, and then burying me with kisses. It was only much later that I was sufficiently up to steam, and I finally found her leaning over the railings at the top of the stairs.
Second session, also an hour, was even more familiar and exciting, this time crowned with trembling orgasms for her and a crunching CIM finish for me. I lay around in her arms for quite a while afterwards, she was feeling quite emotional about it all, didn't want to rejoin the noise and pandemonium downstairs. Champagne stuff, it's why we do this hobby. I very, very rarely get emotionally involved with the girls, but I could sense a danger here, and so could she. It was good that she wasn't going to be there the following day, and she virtually said as much as we parted. Toscana the Romantic.
Day Three – Thursday.
At least it was no longer Dessous day, but the first shift was very uninteresting. The long periods of inactivity did allow me at least to observe the remarkable Marketa, Czech Rep, who has many admirers including myself. She too remembered me, and would have been my fall-back. She has a phenomenal working technique. In nearly fourteen hours I saw her reel in at least fifteen customers. There were no doubt a few more. She is not hindered by having a great body and smile, and of course has a lot of repeat customers. Remarkably she never spends more than three minutes with a guy before they are off smiling to the room. In the end I decided against a repeat of last year, so dense was the smoke coming out of her vagina.
Sandy, Romania.
Mid 20's.
About 1. 64m.
Long curled blonde hair, gorgeous hazel eyes.
Natural B / C breasts.
You couldn't miss her, she's a stunner, with the blond hair, tanned body and wearing a dramatic scarlet sash round her hips. But after speaking to her I first let her go, as I had her on a list of no-no's. Then after consulting the list in my pocket I realised that it was a Sandra on the no-no list, and that Sandy was on the yes-list. Well done, Tosc. I called her over again when I next saw her.
Sandy's been around for several years, it seems, although I do not remember her. I duly took her for a spin. To be honest I don't share the enthusiasm for her that caused a gent on another forum to recommend her. But any input is gratefully received input, so that's OK. I found her a rather dispassionate partner. She did everything technically OK, her BBBJ is fine and varied, and she looks great in the mirror. That said I couldn't reach her, she can give more, but wasn't in the mood to give it to me. In fact, curious, I asked afterwards what really turned her on in sex, and she admitted that oral sex was not her thing, it's just the screwing. I guess that after two and a half days, despite my usual noble, self-sacrificing efforts in this particular discipline, I was never going to reach the athletic heights that would get this girl screaming. She was closer to examining her nails, truth be said.
Decided to go for a waschechte Berlinerin next. Straight off the streets of the city.
Chanel, Berlin.
Early 30's.
About 1. 62m, slim, in good shape.
Blonde, heavily crinkled blonde hair.
Quite well done B / C silis.
I had been attracted to Chanel earlier, everything's well proportioned and she's bouncy, but she was constantly involved with groups of regulars on the couches, and was never really available for interview. To my surprise she suddenly sat down next to me on the chair arm of one of the sofas behind the bar, placed my hand on her arse cheek, and began to spin her good-humoured yarns. According to her she's been at the club for years, but again she had never registered on the radar during my visits.
Chanel is one of those girls who cannot stop talking and spreading good humour amongst humanity. She wants every customer to leave the room with a smile on his face, and for this attitude deserves great commendation of course. It drives you crackers, so you take her off to the room and fuck her. That's her secret, I am convinced.
Unfortunately her constant restlessness meant that the session never really found its own rhythm. She is always changing things round, moving this, switching to that, and doesn't really listen if you do suggest something yourself. So, I was struggling, to be honest. Kissing was OK if a bit monotonous, BBBJ was too hectic and as fast as a motor drill, and that ain't good for the concentration. So Little Tosc lost some courage, and the end became a nervous battle when it need not have been. We did squeeze one out for honour's sake. Horses for courses, I am sure many find her freshness and energy just great.
As evening stretched on, I spent a long time just lying around on the laybacks near the strip pole, enjoying the music and strippers, observing the girls drifting in and out of the Kino and seeing who would happen by to try their luck with me. No sign of 'Pink'. Second shift was much better. There were some real stunners, but those I spoke to were in too much of a hurry to process me and they duly bounced off. It was all amicable. I was fairly sure I was finished for the day when to my surprise Hilary happened.
Hilary, Poland.
About 24.
1. 78m, so tall, slender, long legs.
Long blonde hair.
Immaculate natural B / C's.
Hilary speaks fluent German with an appalling accent. Really appalling. At times I simply did not understand a thing. She is crazy, wild, stunning. And just my type, where had she been hiding all this time? Just the hint of past acne on that alluring Slav face, but otherwise mesmerizing womanhood. A fascinating girl in fact, not just physically, with sometimes astonishing views. Confident, brash, cynical, but powerful PSE performer in the room. Wow!
Once in the room she just took me apart for a whole hour. Little Tosc up and standing and fighting as if he had just spent three months in a monastery. Just watching her move in those mirrors was wonderful, as she urged me on to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. She told me afterwards that she really adores anal, which didn't surprise me in the slightest! Recommended! What a finish to my three day visit.
Tell me why, I don't like Mondays
Great report, Toscana, lots of information.
[QUOTE=Toscana;1198736]Artemis is really a second division FKK, not only in terms of line-up quality, but also in terms of service.[/QUOTE]It depends so much on the day. There are some days I will find the girls really brusque, and other days they are awesomely mellow. Which day is hard to predict. For instance, I found yesterday, a Monday, was a good day, with lots of beauties trying to engage me in sweet conversation. One girl even said "Bon appetit" to me in the canteen, and I nearly fell off my chair. But the Monday before that was rubbish. I was wandering around for hours and beginning to feel like a loser before a kindly personality called Shaz rescued me and opened up the wonders of her box.
I think the difference was that there were twice as many guys on the earlier Monday. But why? I had done my due diligence, and it was not a Messe day. But it was between Messe's. So I would have to guess that it was the fault of the vexatious "inter-messers," a group of legendary shadow-people who hang around Berlin all year, ostensibly to attend Messe after Messe after Messe, but in reality to crowd out Artemis and mess up my life.
Anyway, I don't know what hex symbols scared off the intermessers yesterday, but I ended up spoilt for choice. There is a tall slim girl there called Leah, a Hamburger sadly, but gifted with a fantastic Nubian body. I have never screwed up the courage to actually give her a good zimmering, but she knows I lust after her and contrived all night to keep her little wobbling ass about ten meters in front of my eyes at all times. And yet finally it was a lovely lady with a red collar called Nicoletta who at the end of the night took me in her breasts and led me to a room, where I'm pleased to say we hit it off like a barn and a matchstick. How I missed her on previous visits I don't know.
My therapy group won't be happy with me, but everybody needs a break now and again.
