The Big-Three Tournee: Palace, Oase and FKK World--Day One
Day One: Jet-Lag, FKKs and the Palace
For me personally, jet-lag and FKKs do not mix. In fact I think that God created misery
and jet-lag on the same day. I much prefer landing and taking the
day to re-acclimate my internal clock and then feeling right as rain for a sauna-club sex
tour on the following day. I was very close to following just such a prescription last Friday, however the prospect of seeing a number of my favorite FKK kittens at the Palace and meeting up with a fellow board member or two was too much to pass on. The word on the FKK street was that Vivian (Ex-Laura, Atl) was making CoLA in Augsburg her home-base and that Marina was still plying her trade at Sylt in Nürnburg. I was hoping that these reports would be false but, alas neither of these lovelies was in attendance on Friday. (As an aside for those who are interested, I have it on pretty good authority that Marina will be returning to Palace soon. When I know more, then I will certainly share the Intel with all the Marina-crazies. Being one myself I do feel your pain.)
Arrival time at the Palace was about 7:15 PM. Two positive signs hit me after I had trodden through the door, paid my fee, and grabbed my towel: One; The guy/gal ratio was certainly in favor of us three-legged guests. Two; Cindy was there in all of her glorious splendor. If I could land this lovely mermaid after so many failed attempts of late, then the evening would be a success.
Now catching Cindy on a weekend evening, or any other evening for that matter is no easy task. One basically has to park his butt at the little round table across from the buffet and wait till she collects her dough from the last satisfied customer. As she heads away to freshen up for her next victim, whom you hope and pray will be yourself, you have to hop to it and ask her if she has time for you next. More than likely she will smile at you and say that one or two guys are already ahead of you, that she is sorry and that she will look for you in a few hours. Ughhh!!! Then you have to keep track of her comings and goings and make it clear that you are waiting patiently when she finishes up with the lucky dogs who got there before you did. Of course you do not want to nag at her. She is a sweetheart and it would be the height of bad manners to but any more pressure on her than she is already has. However a polite smile and a kind word or even a laugh at her hectic pace will keep you in her thoughts. (Hopefully.) Now bear in mind that probably a dozen or so other guys are thinking the same thing that you are. You can easily spot the Cindy Fan-Club. They are packed around the front bar and have to wear drool-bags under their chins whenever this tall, polish goddess walks by to keep from drowning themselves and the others around them.
Those of you who read this and know Cindy can understand what I am describing. This takes commitment, especially on a busy night. In essence you have to accept that you will do no other sessions with the other girls until you have had your Cindy-session. It can mean sitting around for several hours. In the past I have been pretty lucky with her. I even remember mid-week nights when I was able to book her twice. I EVEN remember one strike-it-rich night when I was able to book, in this order, without waiting and at my leisure, Marina, Nicole (Tall knockout Latvian, babewatch type) AND Cindy(TWICE). I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
It became clear on Friday that despite the very positive guy/gal ratio that it was going to be another night that would require some serious persistence if I were to usher this delight to a room, for after my shower I saw Cindy talking and explaining the evening situation to four dudes sitting at the aforementioned round table. At least a two hour wait. I decided to play the field and hope to catch her in a quiet moment. After a quick survey of the room I spotted the following Mädels: Dilara, Daniela, Sasha, Elena (Spain), Elena(Ukraine), Linda, Kim, Yvonne, Simone and a few others. At the main bar I was approached by the Greek/Russian beauty ELINI who I had a session with several weeks ago. For me this little pussycat (yes, she likes to make “purring” noises) is a big turn on. She reminds me a lot of a former Atlantis girl named Vicca who had similar features but was taller. After taking a bit of time together on the big sofa swing to reacquaint ourselves with each other, she and I headed off to find a room. My session with Elini was even better than the last one as I think that she is now considering me to be a regular. She kisses deeply, gives out of this world oral and the sex with her is a good mixture of GFE and PSE with (at least with me) more emphasis on the GFE. Also she is a pretty bright girl and a good conversationalist. I am somewhat gun-shy about this as a result of ST. Ortos’ fears of collusion among the FKK females but she was cool and did not try to burn me on the time. I like this girl and would happily seek her out again.
After Elini, some nourishment was in order. Palace food, while not dinner at the Ritz is a repast that one can at least keep down. They could do better. Plus who wants to kiss anyone who was just had a Horseradish based cream sauce on their slice of beef?
It was interesting and fun to meet up with another board member and compare notes on this girl and that one; this club and that one; even this country and that one. I had an interesting three days of doing this with a number of you fellas out there in FKK-MB land. Novize is correct: it is the best way to kill time between sessions.
By midnight I had pretty much given up catching Cindy and started looking for other victims. Daniela was a likely candidate along with Dilara with whom I have had bucket loads of great sex in the past. I have also had my eye on the short Ukrainian cutie called SASHA. On my last several visits she was always pretty busy and this seemed like a good night to take her out for a test drive. I caught her at a quite moment on the couch across from the small sofa swing. After approaching her and inviting myself to sit down I was afraid that I had made an error. She seemed a little bit stand-offish although I did detect a cute smile now and then. The truth is that the girl has very limited German skills and even less English. Despite this dilemma the little vixen does have the wherewithal to sense when a gentleman is ready for some lovin’ and at the right moment she took me by the hand and led me off to one of the vacant rooms. Her service, while not the best that I have had, is far from the worst. She took good care of my needs and although it was a bit rushed I did enjoy being with her. No kissing, and the sex was pretty standard. We tried to converse some afterwards and she did give some effort. I really think that if I could have spoken Russian or Ukrainian with her that the session would have been even better. She does not give me the impression that she is on the hustle, but rather that she is just a shy girl in a strange land where she is having sex with strangers for money. I would go with her again, but I will wait until she acquires some more German first.
name: Sasha
hair: Brown with blond streaks, shoulder length
size: ~ 1,5 m
figure: slender perhaps a bit of extra flesh around the thighs, B/C Breasts
origin: Ukraine
born: ~ 1985 (I would bet that she is younger)
tattoos/piercing: None
service: bbbj, no kissing, standard service
other: usually wears a black leather belt around her hips
location: Palace, says that she has only been in Germany for a few months.
This session would do it for me that evening. As far as my visits to the Palace are concerned, this was only a middle of the road night. Two sessions; one top-shelf, the other just ok. No Cindy. The next time I head to Palace I will call ahead a month in advance and reserve my hour or so with her. Also my subsequent evenings at Oase and World would prove to be glorious beyond all my expectations. More to follow soon…
Cheers to all,
Dedalus