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Polyamorist. It was a few years past. I have only heard of a couple of people having similar experiences
Just by chance your post is fatefully relevant to me. A few minutes ago I thought I was with the Peacock Gates. It turns out she is a broody camel and I have been well and truly kicked. Now I am left dejected, and deserted. I will settle for some dry dates, happily.
[QUOTE=SmokeLight;2194913]Auslander and everybody.
I am so glad I shared my info on this WG. It's amazing to read your heartfelt responses. And I have some good news to tell. This morning I got off the phone with this girl after an hour-long conversation. I confronted her on the subject a....
You can see, this thread has already made a big difference. Emotions, sex, and P6 adventures are exciting mix, but we mongers must stay vigilant and realistic. And let's learn from others mistakes instead of making our own. Thanks again to all of you on for sharing great wisdom on ISG![/QUOTE]
Der Auslander et. Al. Are giving you sound advice based on experience. I have another take on it though: I long for the days when I used to be naive enough enough to fall in love with my hooker. I used to trick myself that I loved this one or that one and there was the distinct possibility that I would run off with her. Knowing better of course that I would not but I would love to play in this alternative reality. I would make myself believe it and the sex was so good.
There was so much more passion back then.
These days I cannot even fool my callused heart. The age discrepancy and my shape and circumstances etc. Makes the possibility of such an arrangement totally ridiculous. I really miss those days where love with my favorite escort was a distinct possibility. It feels too transactional these days. Every once in awhile I will meet a girl that will push the envelope. There was a girl in Brazil that wanted to meet me at my hotel after the privy closed there was another at Sharks that talked about wanting to exit the game. One girl that I met at a few parties in Montreal a few years back came home with me for free (long story) but even she burst my bubble a few months later by suggesting a 6 hour date for a really good discounted price because 1-hour with me just wasn't long enough. Right? TDLs for me are mostly hell these days anyway. I can't even lie to myself anymore. And be careful because these girls can lie to themselves. I sometimes think that they really believe it could work. The smart hobbyist will run like the wind but staying and playing it so much more fun. If you can believe.
A young hobbyist is like taking a 7-year old to Disney's Magic Kingdom for the first time. I envy you.
If you were a stunning 22 year old Romanian girl, what would you do if you had already decided to work in an FKK? Which FKK would you work in? Which customers would you aim for? How would your game be?
It is all game theory.
Me personally I would fuck pistons for free. LOL! But on a serious side, it can be hard for us to see the world from other eyes sometimes. We need to get under their skin. In more ways than one. But in an FKK, at least we can start getting under their skin in one simple way pretty quickly if we want to.
[QUOTE=Pistons;2195336]Me personally I would fuck pistons for free. LOL! But on a serious side, it can be hard for us to see the world from other eyes sometimes. We need to get under their skin. In more ways than one. But in an FKK, at least we can start getting under their skin in one simple way pretty quickly if we want to.[/QUOTE]Getting under the skin of girls in FKK is simple. Money.
These girls made tough decision to become tutes, these girls are in FKK to make money, some mongers often forget that the decision they made is very brave decision for such girls to make and they are determined to come out of tuting with some amount of money that is meaningful to their life with limited options. Most girls failed to come out from tuting with such amount, mostly come out of it with nothing or minus money and most never be able to come out of tuting at all.
Being nice and having good behavior helps in FKK as it is human to human business, but it is mostly money period.
It is nice to see some glimpse of girls being girls when you treat them nice, but I never forget the fundamental of tute and client relations, which is money. It is strange relation though when you repeat girls over few years. We meet few times per year for couple of year then one day, they are gone in to their path of life, I actually love this melancholy side of tuting.
I go for jogging in park with forest and pond everyday and I often think about some tutes that gave me unforgettable beautiful sexual memories. I think about that somehow especially in autumn season as it is sentimental season, it is funny melancholy feeling.
Having said that, when I meet new stunner in FKK or else where and she is giving me those moment, I know that I am living life at that moment as I live it, this for me is one thing I love the most with mongering and every new year I know in advance that I am going to meet new beautiful young stunner who is going to give me new memory this year, this for me is the great feeling I feel every year.
Mongering enable me to give me what I dreamed of when I was a child and secure me that every year, it is beautiful adventures that is secured. Each year and each trip my heart beat knowing that I am going to meet new stunner to fuck, I wonder how many more new stunners I will meet this year.
High light for me is that, at the end of year month in toward end of November or early December, I take end of year mongering trip to put good period for each year end, I love ending year with such good mongering trip to put nice good period to each end of the year for living life and also excitement secure wish for another new year coming of new young beautiful stunners to fuck. It is real freezing in Germany or Zurich at that time though LOL, but it is a must trip that I take and I will always take as long as I live.
On the side note, it is always nice to meet old monger in FKK by chance at bar etc. And listen to their mongering story and advice in life, I met few that are over 60 or even 70 who were interesting to listen to, they all advice me not to marry LOL.
The best advice one of them gave me was, think about your wife to be the worst of worst like being real nasty in personality, looks, smell, aging ass, disability, over demand etc then if you still love her and want to live with her for life in such state she will eventually become or occasionally become, then marry her, if not do not marry LOL.
Monday.
Took the red eye into FRA on this nice Monday morning. Pilot announces showers are expected later in the day, and temperature is balmy but not too warm. I had decided on Sharks for today, with Oase for Tuesday and Sharks on Thursday, for obvious reasons. It is a breeze through the immigration, customs, and even the car rental. Wish I could say the same while coming back -- for some reason there was a ridiculous mile long queue when departing FRA airport, and so many folks stuck in the line were missing their flights. Anyway, I drove to Darmstadt and the nice people at the hotel gave me a room although it was just 11:30 AM yet. There was a messe in the city this week, and hotel prices were sky high. I paid nearly 200 Euro per night for a room, for a place which normally costs less than a hundred per night. One guest who was standing next to me at the hotel check-in was haggling over the price, and eventually walked out because they were quoting him more than $250 a night.
I am writing this report like a blog entry, alternating between Sharks and Oase. So, I am positing in the lounge instead. If this buggers you, feel free to flame me.
Sharks LU.
Naya. Tallish brown hair; firm body ROm.
Cleo big tits MILF.
Vanessa cute faced brunette 170 cm.
Selina blonde.
Jennifer.
Olivia, slim and petite.
Ada.
Esther.
Bianca.
Maleeva one week at Sharks, sagging tits petite and cute face.
Large tits Betty MILF. Promised rimming and ball licking as a gift.
Ivana. One week at Sharks. A cups reasonably slim, brunette, cute face.
Alexandra. Skinny blonde. Friend of Ivana.
Viorica. Wolves tats, denis tat on hand. Cropped brunette hair, nice and smiling face.
Damica.
Maya ex Globe.
Petite Ellen.
Larissa. Now a MILF look.
Nikki. Model body great tits.
Nicole.
Linda.
Anori. Via Stuttgart.
Claudia Brazil.
Mara. Small tits brunette, cute face.
Crystal. Fake blonde bolt ONS. 2 years at Sharks.
Anna. Slim brunette at the German table.
Melissa ex Eva Oase. 10 days in business.
Dolly blonde, friend of Melissa.
Betty now blonde.
Blonde MILF friend of NAya, forgot name.
Paloma.
Samantha big tits Hungarian blonde.
Alice Hungarian.
Cora long blonde hair, Rom, 6 months.
Alexa dark hair skinny Moldavia.
Maria rom, blonde and slim, 2 weeks.
Steffi.
Lori, brown hair, 3 weeks.
Coco brownish blonde hair, slim and skinny Siena duo.
Sabina Catalina.
Sidonia.
Elif.
Overweight MILF Adriana.
Now blondish Melanie with glasses.
Skinny blonde Anastasia.
Slim blonde cosmina.
Very skinny blonde Ariella.
Pretty Viviana.
Slightly MILF looking Edith, sagging but big tits.
Ava.
Sky. Black girl, Sierra Leone via London. Massive tits.
Zainab. Turkish and Rom.
Honey. Ex Sophia Living Room. Plat blonde, small A tits.
Kylie the Greek. Spent time in Bristol. Magnificent tits. Regal. From Thessaloniki.
Hungarian Judith.
Slightly oldish face Anna, but still pretty and great firm body.
Boyish hair cut Raissa.
Lorena.
Sim blonde Coco (says she is the original Coco, not the other one).
Oase LU
Hadina.
Anna friend of Hadina, long brunette hair, slim, cute face.
Anna half Asian look, but claimed to be Moldavian.
Betwice? Is that even a real name? Pretty blonde girl, not quite skinny but slim, blonde.
Catalina. Annabel duo.
Vicki. Tattoo down the right arm.
Mira.
Maya.
Camilla.
Annabel.
Thai May.
Loredana claimed Greek but did not know Loredana Berte. Was not quizzing her, mind you. Namesake.
Dalina.
Ina. Brunette. Slim. Tats.
Ifthiana? Eftiana? Tall, blondish hair.
Raissa.
Estephania.
Julia skinny blonde.
Yvette.
Michaela.
Michelle.
Blonde round face Sonia.
Blonde, not overweight but not slim Ava long time Oase.
Brown hair Nicole sits by the TV on the deck. Sagging tits.
Slim cute, half Asian look brunette Celina.
Katrina the tall Amazon pretty face.
Adele.
Ivana, cute face.
Erica.
Natasha, slight mil look.
Emma small girl, brownish blonde slightly sagging tits.
Bina / Rina? Skinny, tight body blonde cute face.
Juana. MILF, long time in biz, but new in Oase.
Jamie. Curly dark hair, smiling face, vegan.
Maria.
Suginella. Small brunette, small tits.
Lalida.
Carla.
After a nice lunch at a local establishment, I arrive at Sharks around 2:45 PM. Man, I miss this place so much. The cashier chick gives me a recognition smile. Even on this early Monday afternoon, there are already 25 to 30 women. Not super enticing however. I know I have a whole week, but also know that after a long flight and no sleep, I am somewhat depleted and need to speed up my sessions as I might doze off soon. I began eyeing this brunette chick Ivana who had a cute face, reasonably slim body, and hair in a pony tail. At first she is doing rounds by herself, and then starts walking hand in hand with her skinny blonde friend. I am in my usual spot by the waterfall and they approach me to sell a threesome (sex with 2 girls is threesome, with 3 girls is a foursome; I now know why I think of myself as handsome). I turn away the blonde Alexandra (because she was wrapped up in a towel -- later on, I realized the blonde had a very nice body and a cute face, but never had a chance to try her out). Anyway, I ask Ivana her terms. She says 50 E will fetch you a blow job in compliance with the law and no kissing yadda yadda. I demur. She senses she is losing a sale on a slow afternoon, caves in on the raincoat aspect, and we head to one of fish tank rooms. Blow job is perfunctory, she keeps asking me if we should begin fucking after every couple of sucks, and I lost patience after 5 to 6 min, and we began doing the old in and out. Sometimes in these first fucks, I blow the load inside 5 min, but for some reason today nothing happens for well into 20+ minutes By this time, and having already changed 3,4 positions, this girl is desperately looking to leave the room. So we wrap up around 23 min. I hope some others, perhaps in a full hour session can finagle a better performance from Ivana, but I am afraid I reached the upper limit of what a 50 E can buy from this sex seller in a first session and it was not much.
I saw Jennifer sitting next to the bar, normally where Steffi sits, and I had and't been with her in a while. I give her a quick smile, and she makes her way to me. It is around 4:15 PM. I had a business call to make at 5 PM and I told her I needed to make it a quick half hour session. She naturally thinks I am purposely taking a short session, and there was no point trying to convince her otherwise. I had in the past, taken full hour sessions with her, so she knows I like her. Anyway, she looks good. I had been somewhat critical of her slight tummy in the past, but it is no longer a distraction from her charms. She also has a good overall tan. Still only 19 I think. She does a striking face, darn it. Anyway, even though it was just a 30 M session, Jennifer gives a pretty good service. I wish I could have kept it to an hour, but I had to rush out, take a quick shower for my call, and although I had every intention of repeating with Jennifer later on in the week, just never happened.
I am somewhat bummed that my girl Magda is not in. She had promised a friend that she would come in today. Not only does she not show up today, she was AWOL the whole week. Even her cousin Linda is not there. And I had hoped I might hit the jackpot and meet Mandy or Sandra (the latter has not been reported to be in the club in a while, but one can always hope). Anyway, no such luck.
A bit after 6 PM, I grab some light dinner, and settle down by the German tables with a nice drink. This smallish skinny blonde chick with A cup tits and cute face is walking by. We began talking. Maya is from Globe. First day in Sharks. A friend had told her about Hessen clubs and she wanted to try them out. Anyway, she says she gives good service and is used to the Globe standards. I thought I should give her a poke, as the optics are good and she seems to have a good sex ethic. We head to the upstairs room. It is pouring outside, with a decent amount of thunder. Wee had the windows opened, a slight drizzle wafts inside but still quite humid and sweaty. Feels somewhat romantic to be fucking this young chick. I dig her looks. Pretty darned good service. Nice blow job, slurpy. We move onto the sex side, and she does a small bit of emoting but nothing too grostesque. I had and't achieved a climax in my first two rooms, so this one is over by 35 min. Five min shorter, could have left the room but given the clock I just lie down, play with her hair and titties and chat a bit. She seemed pretty disappointed with Germany. Says she is used to Globe where girls are kicked out if a couple of guys complain, but here in Sharks she has to give all the stuff for a measly 50. Feels a bit strange, because she gave me really good service just now. Anyway, we leave the room around the 50th min. Se tells me she will not stay in the club for more than a week. I make a mental note to repeat with her in one of the remaining days. Alas, did not work out.
Not too long after, I reminded myself to take it easy and not rush into a session. For one, my climaxes are getting few and far between. Age is a high price to pay for maturity, but in my case I gave up a lot of the latter to gain even more of the former. Not a good trade. But just as I was steeling myself with some self discipline, I run into the vivacious short haired brunette. She is not as skinny as I normally like, and she is a bit taller than my preferred options, but there is something about her. We start talking. Her name is Viorica. I swear I was unaware that she is the princess girl of UncleOx at that moment -- he does have great tastes, does and't he?! Anyway, I vaguely remember reading good stuff about her in the forum here, her looks are appealing to me, she is smart, pleasant, and funny and I wanted to give her a spin. We head to the other set of stairs and grab the corner room with a massive bed. Off the bat, I told her that it is unlikely that I could finish, but let us have some fun. Damn, her service is so damn fucking sizzling hot. She definitely wants to make her man happy. Ask and it shall be given. For that hour and half, she became my personal sex toy, and so much more pleasing than anything I ever found under my Christmas trees growing up. Very much against the odds, I reach the high point. Could not stop giggling afterwards. She is sooo tender as we lay there for a while, and she richly deserved the tip she received.
Naya was the first girl I saw as I walked into the club earlier in the afternoon. I was so glad to see she was healthy and still looked nice. I have known Naya from my very first visit to Sharks. Amazingly, she looks as good as she used to be. Not an ounce of fat gained. Perhaps a half wrinkle here and there, but if you don't know her age, you are very likely to guess it 5 years short. All that said, she is not the short, small tit skinny type I normally go for. Naya knows that as well. I do take her every once in a while just to pay her and spend some time chatting. She knows me and my life, and I know hers. Anyway, after Viorica, I knew I was done for the day as far as sex goes. I slide next to Naya in her customary place at the back poles, and we catch up on old times, and eventually head to the room. Really to chat more. She is a genuinely nice and caring woman, perhaps the only one I have met in FKKs so far. After about 15 minutes she says are you sure you don't want any sex? I asked her to give me a very soft, slow head which she does. I stop it after a few min, just cuddle and nuzzle and talk a bit more and we wrap it. If there is one person I wish well in all the FKK land, it would be Naya.
It is 11 PM now. I know I am done for the day. I had and't slept a wink the night before. Already was in the room 5 times. I know too that I have another 4 days in paradise. I am at an age now when the candles are costing more than the cake. Still, I was reluctant to go home early. I thought, why not just sit around and gaze at the tits and ass on display -- the greatest show on earth, with apologies to the late Barnum. I was sitting on the wall couch by the front pole, reminiscing about Magda who sometimes sits there. Anyway, this red head makes her way to the couch and sits on the far end of the couch. Unbelievable body. My exact optical spec. She looks like a reincarnation of the young Roxana Sharks on my very first tryst with her a long time ago. Unfortunately, Roxana has and't had that body in a long time, and I see very few girls with that body type. Nice firm tits, between A and be, firm, round and tiny ass, just enough to fit both cheeks in my palm, juicy enough to squeeze them with one hand while kissing her delicious lips. The face is so darned hot. I was about to say Hello, but this dude swoops in and sits in the middle. My heart sank as he starts talking to her. However, as luck would have it, after 10 minutes, he just gets up and walks away. I know I can't take any more chances, and slide a little bit closer to her and say Hello,. She smiles sweetly, nudges close to me, and begins chatting. Her name is Melissa. First day in Sharks. Spent a week in Oase, as Eva. Just 7 days in the business. Or so she claims. Friends with Dolly, yes the same one that UncleOx admires. But on this night, my eyes are fixated on this super scrumptuous red head. I put my arm around her neck protectively to prevent any heinous male predators from swooping on her, and after 10 min we walk upstairs. I can't believe my luck that I am about to fuck this gorgeous 20 year old. She is chatty. There are some signs of sharkiness already. She keeps telling me these stories about how she made 1000 E on one night just dancing in Oase, or that her very first customer in Oase -- an old dude -- supposedly gave her 400 E for half hour room of which only 4 minutes involved sex. I am half tuning out these stories. I see her lips move, and I can't focus on the sounds coming out, I am thinking when can I kiss these! I was prepared to bee ripped off if she wanted to be the ripper. I was not going to let a few bloody Euros come between me and this cherry pie. That said, she is surprisingly skilled. Gives very good head. Copious amounts of make out. True GFE sex. My only regret is that fuck as hard as I could, there was no third high note tonight. A few decades ago, I would have finished just thinking of this chick even fully clothed, and now I am fucking her in any which I wanted and the curse of age is fully up on me.
Tuesday.
I had to scuttle my plans to head to Oase today. Last night Melissa told me that she is going back to Romania on Wednesday for her little brother's birthday. Her mother had passed recently, and she wanted to be there for her brother although she just came into this business. So, I wanted to capitalize on her last day in FRA and rearranged my schedule and opted again for Sharks on a dessous day (however, many girls' lingerie was so flimsy, you could see their religion).
I was in the city for a bunch of meetings most of the day and could not get to the club until 6:30 PM. Melissa said she too would get in around that time, so I was not too worried. When I get there, no sign of her. Dolly is roaming around but I did and't want to bugger her about the whereabouts of her friend. I am Hank Marvin due to business and no lunch, so proceed to some some chow down. The Chinese food is back on, and the meats are good tonight.
Melissa makes her entrance around 8 PM. I was just coming out of the dinner when I see her coming in. Fuck, she looks even more gorgeous than last night. Quickly explain to her that I will be ready in ten min after brushing my teeth and she says OK, I will wait for you, I need to get a drink myself. I am back out into the lounge in less than ten min, but she is now chatting with a dude. I am gobsmacked, but I sit down for a coffee at a respectable distance to see if this is a quick chat and if she will come back to me. Nope. She is gone. And then stayed gone. I guess when you are 20 and ravishing, truthfulness and loyalty are overrated qualities.
With that humiliation, I settled down for sloppy seconds. I had been flirting with this skinny blonde Anastasia. She talks a good game. Good English. Playful. Reminds me a bit of Aurelia, not as pretty face but body is quite hot. I see some signs of sharkiness but nothing alarming. I might have been tempted to stay an hour with this chick, she is hot enough. But my mind is still preoccupied with Melissa. Anastasia transforms herself into a haggling bi&tch as soon we close the door behind us. Great fun outside the room but inside she is a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Extra this, extra that. I decline all those offers, and firmly lay down the rule that there shall be no artificial barriers between her lips and my dick tissue and that she agrees to with some reluctance. And that sets the tone for the next half hour to follow -- bored, listless sex from both parties. One still smitten with a certain redhead and the other with unsold extras. Mercifully, 30 minutes ended at the 22nd minute mark and we headed out.
I said my favorite spot to sit down in the club is by the waterfall. I call it Steffi derriere watching spot. OK, it is a nice perch to ogle all the naked song birds doing rounds in their naked glory, but damn she has such a a nice butt crack -- gives a new meaning to the phrase "be glad to see the back of" her. In my past visit, I took Steffi out a couple of times, so she has been giving me a nice smile all throughout. Still a super knockout figure, although she has been in this business now for 4 years. Anyway, I pick Steffi out for my second session of the day. We go into the remade kino rooms, where it can feel a bit more intimate and the mirrors accentuate the erotic feeling. For some reason, sex with Steffi feels too polite for me. I had till date been w / her 5 or 6 times, but not once have I finished with her, and I had no doubt in my mind that trend shall continue and I was not wrong. Not that it was not thoroughly enjoyable, every minute of it.
I saw this blonde sitting by Betty's couches near the fish tank. Ah la vache, she reminds me of a long lost girl friend from 20 years ago. Make a quick intro, and she says her name is Cosmina. Hmm. She is slightly less pretty facially than the Sharks staple Cosmina, but body is pretty fucking hot. She is quite young as I recall, barely 20. We head into the S&M room, and she is nice and clean but just another 25 min of mechanical sex. It is obvious to me that today is not my day, and I was not going to climax -- not when I am still smarting about a jilted beauty, and physically I felt so cream crackered. So, I bid her good night and drove back home.
Wednesday.
Having learned that one single girl should not determine my mongering decision -- a lesson I learned many times in the past and will no doubt relearn more times in the future -- I hightailed to Oase on Wednesday.
Anyway, I am a person who believes that if two wrongs don't make it right, one should try three.
The p o s Garmin for which I paid all of $150 just 2 years ago did not even have Friedrichsdorf in its list of cities. No kidding! I set my iPhone GPS to a nice little ethnic eatery on Hugenottten Strasse, and reached Oase well prior to the 4 PM cheap ticket deadline. Cock in the hen house finally.
Oase was my first ever FKK, and it never fails to set my pulse racing as I pull into that nice little parking lot, and walk towards the quirky door (usually with a bored puta sitting outside in a wrapped towel, arguing with her lover boy on the phone).
30 years ago, I would been a pfm (perpetual fucking machine): able to line up the entire LU and fuck one after other, and cum half a dozen times in the process -- ofc, back then, I had just enough $ to pay the entry ticket and a half hour time with one of these hotties. Today, I can afford to line 'them all up and fuck one after the other, but the libido is so spent after 2 days in Sharks, I am walking in with all the energy and enthusiasm of Mark Zuckerberg about to face his regulatory interrogators. In my next life, I will try to synchronize my testosterone and wallet in a more optimal manner.
Oase looks grand. The club looks clean and nicely done. The towels are better than in Sharks. They could use more showers and more pissing buckets downstairs, but I try to use the showers upstairs on the way to the rooms as much as I can -- not much traffic there. Only thing is, you have to walk down to your cubby to spray yourself to be more presentable to the young harlots. With 2 stations, it is a bit easier and quicker to obtain a drink. I thought the food was better at Oase on the whole. The buffet spread is approximately equal, but the pizza on the free menu tilts in Oase direction. The music is better in Oase. The last few years, it was just top 40 US billboard music at Sharks but on this trip, the music at Sharks was strangely subdued with a mix of top 40 and some random foreign language stuff. Oase, OTOH, was hopping. Having a DJ definitely makes a difference and makes the club alive most of the evening and into the night. One thing, I hated the the new Kino set up. WTF, Mauro? Whoever thought up this set up should be shipped to a cave in Afghanistan pronto. How the fuck are you expected to perform acts of depraved debauchery in that arrangement? For the first time ever in all my visits to Oase, I left the club with not a single act of public sex in kino. Truly depressing.
As far as the girls go, in my strictly subjective opinion (not that I have any non-subjective views ever), Oase comes out ahead. I know others would disagree. I have been a Sharks man for the last few years. But within the first couple of hours in Oase, I was already regretting my decision to have gone to Sharks on Tuesday, on a dessous day to boot (although, to give credit where it is due, roughly half the Sharks girls were in their birthday suits even on Tuesday). But back to girls. Yes, Oase wins when measured on a girl to girl basis. Not that Sharks does not have its fair share of lookers. Where Oase wins is that there is a smaller percent of buffaloes to gazelles to use Syzy's immortal words. In Sharks, I thought roughly half the population was simply *undoable*; in Oase, I would put that percent at about a quarter. If this was a boxing match, Oase LU would win by TKO in the 11th round.
My first catch of the day was Hadina. Or should I say, it was the other way around. She is a day girl, recognized that she should grab me before I became distracted with too many choices, and made her move as soon as I finished my ablutions and came back up. I was happy to see her. I had been with her a few times in the past. A couple of times, she spent the entire session sucking on my wand in the kino, no sex. She still looks good. No signs of aging, and no extra pounds. I love her titties. They are her crown jewels, her chief income generating assets. So soft, natural, succulent, and still defying gravity in their proud youth. There are few places on this planet which are more perfect for my face to rest than the valley between her boobies. She also learned give light smooching, and she does not smoke. A very pretty girl, just delightful, and all my past memories of good sex with her came flooding back.
I was sitting in the lounge, wistfully thinking about the lost joys of kino, when I saw this skinny brown haired girl across the room. She motions me to come her, and she was with her friend selling a duet. I decline the offer for mnage trois and pick her solo. Name is Annabel. Does she also go by Kira at other times? I would not put her in the top 5 in terms of facial beauty in the club on the day, but she is pretty nonetheless and the body is just my type. Not having finished since my room with Viorica, which feels eons ago, I needed a girl with a small pussy to obtain some relief with fast paced banging, and Annebel seemed like the apt prescription. Her service was pretty darned good -- a lot of things people clamor for here were on the offer. She was also not a money grubbing leech, and was content to provide fair service for a fair price. A thoroughly good time was had by all (OK, mainly by me), and I duly achieved the deserved crest.
Estephania stops me in my tracks as I am walking through the narrow corridors, and says hey I know you. For a minute I almost did and't recognize her, and then I realized why. She has her hair down, and no longer looked like she was 17. A little while later, she was back in her pony tail do over and back to the teen age persona. Anyhow, she recites her new rate card, and if she was sharky in Sharks she is a proper Oase girl now. I told her thanks but I will think about it. Never did session with her in 2 appearances in the club.
I was back in the lounge a little while later, and wondering who to do next. Several juicy starkers in literally arms length. I am tempted very much to again go with another of the several eye candy 20 year olds, which is what makes Oase reputation today. They are all strutting, proudly showing off their glistening pussies and tempting the weak willed men like me. However, I also know that having just blown my load with Annabel, I need a nurturing, patient girl to nurse my John Thomas back to health. I see Raissa and call her out. She is surprised I still remembered her name. She is 32 now, but one would and't know it looking at how well preserved she is. Her service is impeccable as ever. She was trying to sell me a CIM at first. I say to her: "honey, I will stay for an hour if you are nice to me". She is ecstatic. Says she has been working 16 hours a day, 6 days a week as she is preparing to go away on vacation back home soon. She goes to work between my legs. Alternately sucking on my pecker and the two sacks attached to it. My gonads are soon dripping so so wet, as if they developed their own lachrymal glands and shedding tears of copious joy from all this attention. Soon, she starts doing other unspeakably naughty things to me. Lordy, this woman should be enshrined into the hall of fame at Oase. This was true porn sex. I lied back, happy that my family jewels are properly being taken care of, and content to rub and finger her hot cun&t. No fucking was needed.
After the recuperation received from the ministry of Raissa, I was on the prowl again. I had been eyeing this super hot girl. Platinum blonde, young, pretty face, such a tight body. Oh my, she looks like a girl that could launch a thousand ships, and yet here available for a measly hundred. Name is Dalina. At first I thought it was Galina, but she corrected me and said it was Dalina. I asked her menu and price list and could and't understand much of what she said. I thought to myself, listen idiot, you already lost Melissa. You need to close the deal on this hottie. So, I told her to get moving, price list be damned. In the room, she says 50 E=30 MCBJ, no kissing yadda. The standard Oase rip. I told her I have a desperate need to kiss a dollface like hers, so how about it? She agrees to a hundred, all inclusive for an hour. We went to the town. Whatever I wanted to do with Melissa in my second session but missed out, I was able to do with Dalina. I felt almost guilty that this beauty was getting sucked, fucked and licked by a old perv like me for a pittance, but soon banished that thought when I remembered all the hirsute werewolves I just saw in the men's showers that shall soon devour this young flower.
As I was leaving Oase that night and driving back to my hotel in Darmstadt, I read out a prayer -- god bless Oase. To have such a truly depraved session with an experienced strumpet like Raissa, and then have my way -- in every which way -- with the 19 year old beauty queen like Dalina -- a sultan would have envied this lifestyle.
Thursday.
Woke up a bit early on Thursday after my late night fornication at Oase -- work beacons inn the city again. Fortunately, it was just a couple of meetings. I managed to squeeze in a nice lunch at a very nice Italian joint on Heiligkreuzgasse. Probably the best lunch on this trip so far, and a nice break from the dreary repetitions of the FKK meals.
I made my way to Sharks around 5 PM. The spirit was willing but the flesh is found a bit wanting at this time. After 3 days of sexcapades, my libido levels are getting depleted faster than Venezuela's forex reserves. Fortunately, it is a situation rather easily fixed by the sight of a bevy of naked ladies.
Soon after I arrive, my sight is fixed on this tiny little exotic girl. Name is Zainab. She claims half Turkish half Rom ethnicity. Absolutely my typical optical spec. Lithe body, tiny creature, around 5 ft tall, small delicious tits; some freckles on the face. She speaks OK English. Forgot how long she has been working here at Sharks. She is a bit shy. Makes clear that she does not kiss, but breaking some unnecessary laws passed last year with regards to oral sex is not a problem. Just as it was with Melissa, her ass cheeks are a delight. Both fit into my palm, so soft and smooth as a baby's bottom. I could keep kneading them to my heart's content till the end of eternity. She keeps looking away, or eyes closed. A little disconcerting but I let it pass. Her pussy fits me like a glove, and I don’t mean like OJ’s glove. Despite my alarmingly down spermometer count, I felt I could have pumped her hard and dumped a load, but I was mindful that I still had a full night ahead at Sharks and another day at Oase, so I knew how to ration myself and called it quits after 25 minutes.
After a light dinner, I started roaming around aimlessly. The Janine couch was desperately empty. What happened to her Teutonic guards, nowhere to be seen? Were they coming to the club just to protect her from marauding monger predators? Anyway, this blonde beauty makes her way to where Janine used to sit. Name is Honey. Yes, that's right, no typo. Can they make up some less corny names? She has a striking face. Quite pretty. Body is not super hot, but hot enough. Slim, tiny, you know the works. I ease myself next to her, and make some small chitchat. Right off the bat, I know I will take her just based on the optics. She says she used to work in LR. I think she said her name was Sophia over there. Spent some time in Dubai. I think she is is around 20, if I recall right. Wears glasses. Our session was good but not great. Not her fault. This is the kinda girl I jack off to furiously when away fro clubs, but on this fourth or fifth day of clubbing at my age, I could fuck Candice Swanepoel and still not finish. She too is a bit like Maya of Globe on my first day -- whining a bit about having to give away too much stuff at Sharks for a measly 50. Well, to be honest, Maya's service was miles ahead of Honey's, but looks wise I think Honey stands out more. If she is available for a quick fuck where I live right now, I would pay 300 for an hour.
I was sitting in my usual waterfall spot a bit later, enjoying the sight of Steffi's delightful butt crack and of course the T&A show from all the other girls asking old overweight men to fuck them. I had been watching this exotic girl lying down near the kino pole. She comes over and starts chatting. Her mammaries are massive. Not my type normally, as I am of the view that anything more than a mouthful is a wasted gift. But something about this girl: her English is perfect. Even the accent. I was curious. Name is Kylie, I think. Greek, she says. Anyway that's her claim -- I am aware what UltraHappy said about 95% being Rom is an understatement. I am not one of those people who quiz and test these girls on these nationality claims -- I can barely speak half a language myself, and in any case I could and't give a fuck if she is from Albania or from Alabama. I spent a hugely delightful half HR with Kylie. She did spend several years in Bristol UK, which explained her English skills. She gives pretty darned good service, even in a normal 30 min session. A total sweetheart, quite adorable -- too bad her optics were not my ideal spec. Her face is slightly half Asian, which is confusing but she said she has no Asian blood as far as I remember.
It is now past 11 PM. I am getting exhausted. OK, the macho dudes here can contest my claim how can I be exhausted after shooting just 3 times so far in the week -- but keep in mind: just because I did not score any layups does not mean I was not dribbling, running the floor, shoving, passing, and so on. In any case, I saw Viorica sitting across from me, a bit to the right of Steffi. She was with a local dude who I had seen many times before. It looked like she would go with him. But wait a min, they sit there, flirting, drinking, nuzzling, but no move to head up. After a while, the dude gets up and walks away. I make eye contact with her, she smiles brightly and comes and sits next to me. It has been a slow night for her. No rooms yet. She does not seem to be stressed about it. We chat a bit. She is such a sweet gal, so easy to talk to. Good sense of humor. If you are a romantic type, you can fall for her easily. After a little bit, I invite her to come with me and we go to the same room that we had been in before. Another fabulous 90 min. She is the first girl I repeated on this trip, which is a bit unusual for me given that I had been in the room quite a few times in the last 4 days. Normally, I repeat with my regular girls at least once or sometimes even twice a day, but like Siri's ghosts they are all gone. Roxana, Aylice, Tatiana, Sandra, Magda. Anyhow, back to the present. Viorica as usual gives fabulous service, and as we are leaving tells me that she had an equally good time in the room. That is such a nice thing for a girl to say. We know they appreciate our money, but would it cost them a fortune to say "I too had a good time" (assuming they did)? She is a classy girl indeed. Congratulations to UO for finding this gem.
Friday.
And at last, the finale. I wake a bit early and make use of the very good breakfast spread put out at my hotel. Checkout is noon time. I had the good sense to save a hundred bucks by not keeping the hotel for the last day. Sounds simple, but I could never remember this and this is the first time I was able to do achieve this savings. Somewhat pleased with myself.
I park near the Darmstadt train station, grab some extra Euros, and relax over a nice lunch at the Mongolian barbecue. I like this place. Their buffet is very good as well, but on this day I was content to order off the menu.
It is around 3 PM when I make my entrance at Oase. The day is warm. Finally. While it has not been cold all week, nevertheless it was not warm enough that girls were not willing to do outdoor sex. I grab myself some coffee and relax on one of the outdoor beds. Betwice (what a phony name) is sitting at the entrance to the garden with a blonde crony. She beckons me and tries to sell a threesome in the cottage on the hill. She is a hot chick, and I wanted to bang her on Wednesday but she gave some typically sharky Oase quote on Wednesday and I ignored her. Apparently she forgot all about it, because she was acting like she talked to me for the first time ever, and rubbing herself all over me and selling me this thressome. When I declined, she asked me to give her a massage but after a couple of minutes stops it because someone else walked into the garden and she decided she should get back to her sales job.
Mira is an old Oase hand. I had fucked her at least thrice in Oase kino in prior trips. On Wednesday she saw me as she walked into the club, and immediately her face it up and started laughing. Later on, as I was sitting in the lounge, she motions across the room and says we should fuck on the couches. God bless her, she still has the courage in that brightly lit kino, but not me. I did promise her that we will fuck, and did and't happen on Wednesday. So, when she first saw me on Friday she appeared pissed. Calls me a liar. I remind her there is still time. Long story short, when she walks into the garden, I said how about fucking on the garden bed? She is all for it. We head to the nearest bed. There is another couple in the next bed, and the chick is giving him head. That finally wakes me up. So, I get on my knees and she begins blowing me. And then I turned her around and bang her doggie as I am watching the chick give the dude head 20 feet away. Not as exciting sitting next to each other on kino couch, but this will do for now. Quite shocking for me, I still could not finish. Hitherto, public sex was one sure formula to get me off, but even that failed today. Mira is sweet about it but we stop at half hour.
I am back in the lounge after a light snack, and I see Adele. Now, she did not remember me but I do. I had exactly one episode with her previously and it was not good. If I remember right, in my recap here I had given her 10/10 for looks and -10/10 for service. I can't recall why I had such a negative impression of her back then. But for fucks sake she looks hot, and as Don Vito said, in FKK it is all business and not personal. So, I let bygones be bygones, and approach her. She is happy and after less than 30 sec, we are in the room. She is strictly commercial. No kissing, no proper BJ in the normal pricing scheme. I said, fine let us do just 50 E30 M. She gives me a covered BJ for a few min, then despite my protestations that I want some more BJ, just straddles me and starts pumping. That lasts all of 3 min. Then she says it is your turn to work. OK, I mount her in the traditional man on top pose. She looks fucking super hot. I hear people say she resembles Cameron Diaz, but to me she is closer to Taylor Swift than Diaz. Well, she needs a nose job, but otherwise she is superhot. I have a strong urge to kiss her, but we agreed on the price and terms. 5 min of fucking in that position, she is already bitching a little. I say, how about doggie. She agrees, but after a few minutes of doggie arches her back and it felt like I was fucking warm air. This is obviously not going to get it done. In the meanwhile, my urge to kiss her is increasing exponentially. I finally caved in, and agree to her 150 E /1 HR service. She gives a generous amount of kissing, and then blow job in the way it is meant to be given. After 5 to 7 minutes of it, we begin fucking again. I go pretty fast and furious, but again as we changed multiple positions nothing much is happening. She is getting impatient. She claims at this rate you will not finish even by tomorrow morning, pulls away and begins packing. There are still 5 min on the clock, but I did not feel like an argument, and so we leave the room. If she were not such a looker, I would be pissed at the price and the service but it is true that good looking girls get away with murder.
The kino is now showing the world cup games. The Spain Portugal game was awesome. Not too many men going into the rooms. As soon as the game is over, the DJ ramps up the music volume. A bunch of girls begin table top dancing, on the bar and around the pole. Quite lively. One girl looked absolutely yummy. She had a darker exotic look, and was a much better dancer at gyrating her hips and butt in a very enticing way. Wish I got a shot at her, but she was not to be seen later.
By now, I am seriously forlorn. On one hand, my FKK adventure is soon to end. On the other, I have and't achieved a climax since I was in the room with Annabel on Wednesday. I seriously considered going again with Annabel, as if she is my magic potion fix. But as I was pondering that option, I see Dalina. She looked as sumptuous as she did on Wednesday. So, I make a beeline to her and we are off in a jiffy. This room was everything that the session with Adele was not. To me, Dalina is as pretty as Adele, or probably hotter. A total fox. Younger, fresher, and while not quite innocent she is at least not as mercenary as Adele. Her service is more genuine. An hour of total GFE sex ensued. Her English is really limited, very much like how ROxana used to be early on. I think the young Sharks Roxana was less sharky and gave better service but Dalina is almost as hot and the hour long service is very very gratifying. Is she as hot as Melissa? Tough to compare. To me, both are very hot girls, Dalina is 19 and Melissa is 20; great figures, sexy body to devour and ravish; the only thing better than sex with either of them would be a threesome with both! Anyway, after furiously pumping her, and with all the pent up energy and frustration at not having finished in multiple previous sessions, I finally achieved deserved solace. Pure bliss.
It is now past midnight. Just knowing how tough it was to achieve one climax in nearly 3 days, and how long it took, I have no more illusions. I have an early morning flight back home. Need to stick around till club close. I toy with the idea of going over to the wellness room and crashing till close, but then think that sleep is highly overrated, and anyway how can I sleep when there are a hundred naked girls next door? I am trying to think every sexy thought I ever had, every favorite porn scene I jacked off to, and any other image I can conjure up to revive my little friend. Then I realize it may be too early and spend an hour of relaxing time in the hot tub. It is quite lonely. One guy comes in, stays for ten minutes, otherwise it is nice and alone. It is a nice feeling to be soaking there naked, watching all the naked girls, and watching the football game reruns.
It is now around 2 AM. I am fighting sleep and exhaustion. The jacuzzi did wake me up a bit. There is still some nice food in the kitchen and I partake some to get an energy boost. Back in the lounge. There is this dark haired shortish girl. Has a towel wrap. Should have been a red signal. She asks me for a room. I had a vague feeling I had a session with her before but she does not remember me. Her name is Suginella. Not the other Suginella who is prettier (but she was not around during this visit). This dark haired Suginella looked almost dejected and desperate. I asked her if she could just give me a slow BJ because I no longer had enough energy to fuck, and she eagerly agrees. Truth be told, I would have much preferred Raissa at this time but she was not to be seen. In the room, Suginella says she has and't had a room that whole day / night. OK, sister I feel your pain -- NOT! Just get down to your job already. She says she wants a CIM because she badly needs the money. Seriously? Is and't that MY decision, baby?? I politely explained that my body was ill equipped to providing her the succulence she desired but she was a bit too dense to comprehend. This woman was like a mad Dracula at this point, must be the Transylvanian blood in her. "I shall extract my two drops" was her mantra. It was tough to know if she was trying for just the fluids or trying to sever the whole pipe. When I shifted a bit due to the pain caused by her violent pulling, she would get upset and demand that I stay still. Jesus, this woman was possessed. She was like a woman in PMS with her finger on her handgun. I knew it was a horrible mistake ten minutes into the room and was wondering when to abort it, and after 15 minutes I decided it was futile to keep it going. When I told her to beat it, she looked genuinely upset. I was too, at the thought that the trip might be ending on a sour note. I gave the crazy tute a 50, but for the physical and mental tribulations I suffered, I deserved to be paid a couple of hundred by this nut case.
At around 3 AM, having taken another shower (after something like 25 showers in 5 days, the skin on my balls was getting quite dry at this point), I was wondering if it was worth taking another shot, or should I just lean back on one of the back couches in the kino, spend a couple of hours and then ship off to the airport. As I am wandering around, I bump into this tiny bundle of cute energy. I had seen her many times but forever reason never sessioned with her before. Anyway, it is the famous Carla. I had multiple sessions with the slightly more famous squeezebox Carla, but not this one. Both Carla's have a good enough reputation, and I hated the thought of ending the trip with the lousy Suginella as the last session. In the room, Carla tries to treat me as a tourist and adds the 50 E to the normal price structure for a more conventional blow job etc. I let her know that it is not my first time on the rodeo. She relents, and I too promise to take her for an hour. The session proceeds smoothly henceforth. God, how did I miss this little muffin all these years. Top notch blow job. Her body is so soft to play with while she is taking care of Johnny. Incredibly, the pain caused by Sugi the vampire has vanished, and my man is at full alert, aware that a special artist is at work. After 15 to 20 minutes of exquisite attention, We decide it is time to fuck. Her histrionics are perhaps a bit over the top but there is no question that this woman is meant to do her life's work in the horizontal position and not vertically inclined. While it was a bit too much to expect that I could achieve a big O through normal straight fuck, she too realized as much, and peeled off the condom and through a combination of her hand and oral skills did push me over the top for one final time. Or just the fifth time in the whole week.
Thus ended a longish trip. 5 consecutive days of clubbing is a bit past my abilities now but when you are starving for a long time and let loose on a feast, you will get cramps. With the exception of one or two sessions, it was overall a very positive experience. Still never cease to have that nervous tingling feeling in the first day as I pull into the club. I don't think I will ever get bored sitting by the waterfall and ogling all the pussy, tit, ass show on display.
A few downers: Magda being AWOL. Missed all my favorites of course, although all of them are retired, moved elsewhere etc. It is the first time that I truly did not have a regular girl at Sharks. The fact that Viorica and Dalina were my only repeats in 5 days speaks volumes.
Despite all the fore warnings, the service levels were not at all terrible, quite the contrary. I am afraid a certain law passed approximately a year ago was not fully complied with in any of my sessions, at least not as far as oral ministrations are concerned. In Sharks, there is probably not a single girl with enough pricing power who can charge extra for intentionally violating this legal issue. In Oase, it is a bit more common and you would need some negotiating ability or else you will end up being a law abiding person.
Young Turk was also not in the club. I hope the man is still healthy and prosperous.
The law of diminishing returns is firmly in place. I actually abstained from any ejaculation for nearly 10 days prior to the club visit, and yet 5 climaxes is all I was able accomplish for all that money spent and all those rooms visited. Ouch.
As always, comments, put downs, brickbats, flaming arrows are all welcome. The sheer length of this prose alone deserves a large amount of the last 3.
I didn't finish reading your whole post there (its a book), but you do know there are 2 Adelle's at Oase? Both blondes. One about 1.60 meters tall and one at about 1.70 meters. The tall one is the one claimed to look like Cameron Diaz. The shorter one does look more towards Taylor swift perhaps. Although I would put Taylor swift somewhere in between their looks. So your comment got me confused a bit.
Asking on behalf of a friend, which FKK's in Germany allow single females to enter as guests? Particularly keen to know about Hessen and NRW clubs but info on those further afield would be welcomed. Additionally any info on any known clubs where it is a definite no-no?
Jnpr30,
So well written report that I was picturing myself by your side everywhere you went. Classic. A part that made me laugh was how one well educated, well mannered professional, a respectful gentleman spends a night in a foreign country, in a small town, in a major lustful brothel instead of properly booking a comfortable hotel bed and waking up to his 6:00 alarm for the flight back home. Terribly inappropriate, shameful conduct. Your mugshot should be published in NYT accompanied by a revealing article about falling morals of hideous men traveling to Europe from the US. Any one-man travel outside the US should be banned completely, period.
Thank god I have already stashed a pile of Euro notes and booked a few more trips to Germany before the end of 2018, LOL.
Nice review Jnpr30. I was supposed to return to FKK land next week but it was postponed. I was thinking about giving Oase another try due to the pool area in the summer. Last year I went to Oase and I swore I would never go back but then I was thinking that it had been 5 years and some of the fault may have been my expectations and the luck of the draw. I really liked Sharks this year. So much I went twice. Do you think the attitude of the girls is any different at Sharks vs Oase? Also, back in the day (6 years ago) World was the place to go on Saturdays. I went once and I had a great time. Is World an anachronism?
Thanks for the great report.
Has anyone been to this one? If so I would appreciate any info. I will be staying in Kaiserslautern next month and would love to check out an FKK. If there are any others close by please let me know.
Holy shit this is detailed.
[QUOTE=Jnpr30;2195394]Monday.
Took the red eye into FRA on this nice Monday morning. Pilot announces showers are expected later in the day, and temperature is balmy but not too warm. I had decided on Sharks for today, with Oase for Tuesday and Sharks on Thursday, for obvious reasons. It is a breeze through the immigration, customs, and even the car rental. Wish I could say the same while coming back -- for some reason there was a ridiculous mile long queue when departing FRA airport, and so many folks stuck in the line were missing their flights. Anyway, I drove to Darmstadt and the nice people at the hotel gave me a room although it was just 11:30 AM yet. There was a messe in the city this week, and hotel prices were sky high. I paid nearly 200 Euro per night for a room, for a place which normally costs less than a hundred per night. One guest who was standing next to me at the hotel check-in was haggling over the price, and eventually walked out because they were quoting him more than $250 a night.
I am writing this report like a blog entry, alternating between Sharks and Oase. So, I am positing in the lounge instead. If this buggers you, feel free to flame me.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=HeyyyyyyPaul;2195661]Holy shit this is detailed.[/QUOTE]You copied the whole report, probably the most detailed and lengthy I have read in a long time, to comment that it was detailed? Would not "Jnpr30, Holy shit that was a detailed report. " have accomplished the same thing without taking up so much space on the thread?
Your report was one for the ages, way beyond a RoD. It was fantastic: witty, sardonic, informative, extremely well written. If you are not already a professional writer or blogger, you should consider becoming one. Your and KK's posts are the most fun to read. If only that damn auto correct would stop making stupid corrections: I can't understand why, among other senseless corrections, it would change beckons to beacons.
Very impressive! This report is more than my combined posts the past 7 yrs! Keep it up! I look forward to reading your future reports / blogs!
[QUOTE=Jnpr30;2195394]Monday.
Took the red eye into FRA on this nice Monday morning. Pilot announces showers are expected later in the day, and temperature is balmy but not too warm. I had decided on Sharks for today, with Oase for Tuesday and Sharks on Thursday, for obvious reasons. It is a breeze through the immigration, customs, and even the car rental. Wish I could say the same while coming back -- for some reason there was a ridiculous mile long queue when departing FRA airport, and so many folks stuck in the line were missing their flights. Anyway, I drove to Darmstadt and the nice people at the hotel gave me a room although it was just 11:30 AM yet. There was a messe in the city this week, and hotel prices were sky high. I paid nearly 200 Euro per night for a room, for a place which normally costs less than a hundred per night. One guest who was standing next to me at the hotel check-in was haggling over the price, and eventually walked out because they were quoting him more than $250 a night...[/QUOTE]