FKK Saunaclub Living Room Trip Report

[Wan King]

A few videos I shot can be found here including one of a girl in the spa area.

http://www.fkk-living.de/

I spent 4 hours in this club last Thursday 25th Jan, and I wish it could have been longer. This is definitely the best-run club I have ever been in, and it is sooo clean. An operating theatre would hardly be any cleaner. I loved lots of things here:

The excellent electronic lockers, you never have to remove the key from your wrist.

A great spa area, and definitely the best steam sauna I have ever been in.

A great selection of free beer

Very tasty food

The management constantly asking is everything ok.

Those lovely warm robes.

Downsides:

The only thing I can really complain is the overall quality of the women, plenty of hotties but some dogs too. By the time I left at 6.30pm the quality was starting to improve.

I had two sessions and the first was very erotic and spontaneous indeed. I had just arrived and showered, and was just exploring the club.

I was standing in the doorway of the Kino just watching the movie for a minute; no one else was there. Then I felt someone behind me, and this hand moved up between my legs and grabs my cock. I looked around and this smallish brunette with a short tight black dress and perky tits was behind me. I hadn’t really planned a session this early but…
I turned around, and just planted a big wet French kiss on her lips. We went and sat down on one of the couches. She opened my robe and pulled my foreskin back and started rubbing my helmet in a circular motion with the palm of her hand, and then she said “Hi” in a really cool voice. I then pulled her little skirt up, pulled off her little thong, put it to my face and started to sniff it. She giggled and grabbed it from me.
I then pushed her back in the couch and opened her legs. I moved down and started licking her pussy before pushing her legs back and burying my tongue into anus.
I felt like I just making out with some stranger. Really took me back to my teenage years. I licked her for what felt a long time, and then I laid back and let her blow me for a few mins. She then took me by the hand to the bed area at the back; she took off her dress and bagged me. I lay down and she rode my cowgirl, gorgeous perky little tits. But due to PT Dorsten the day before there was no easy coming for me. So after some missionary pounding, I took off the rubber, and we finished with a 69, a blow and hand job combo from her.

We then lay there, and chatted for a few mins. She is Polish but has been living in Germany for a long time. And for the life of me, I can’t remember her name. Anyway total time was around 50 mins, so I gave her €75. Really worth it too.

Then I headed to the Spa area, shot my videos, and chilled for a while before heading back upstairs. Then I spotted Monica, a tall young German blonde with a huge big bottom. Now I am a complete sucker for a blonde with a big ass. Women with big Asses have a serious effect on me. And she kept walking around showing off that big ass. She was wearing a short black top and sort of French knickers. I felt that ass drawing me like a magnet. Eventually I went over and said to her
“I want to lick your big sexy bottom”, and she got embarrassed but agreed that was fine!!

We went to a room, and she stripped off. She said she wanted to go to the toilet first. I asked why, and she said “I want to wash my pussy and bottom” I told her Id prefer if she didn’t. She said ok. So I got to her bend over on all fours on the bed. Oh my god what a beautiful big wide bottom she has. I moved my face right into it, and sniffed it first. There was a lovely faint natural odour off her cunt, and an even fainter smell of shit off her asshole, which made me horny as hell. I buried my tongue into her asshole, and then moved it up and down between both holes for a long time. We moved into a 69, her blowjob was ok, but she made cum with a good if not great hand job. 25 minutes she said, so 50 euro.

Then I had a beer, and dinner. Gorgeous roast beef rolls, potatoes and red cabbage. Really tasty, would happily pay €20 in a restaurant for that meal. Then off to the airport.

Summary: Great club, really nothing to complain about. Women are not up to Frankfurt best in terms of looks, but still pretty hot. Also they could do with more blondes. I am looking forward to returning.

[kingwenslas]

To read part one of this report look at the Antwerpen, Belgium section of this website. Click on the link below and scroll down to number 28:

http://www.worldsexguide.com/forum/s...6&page=2&pp=15

Routard is one of those sensible chaps who have satellite navigation, so we arrived at the club without any hassle. The web address is at http://www.fkk-living.de/ and once again it’s not in English.

When reading my report you have to understand that I had been going all day, that this was not only my third club in one day, but also my third country and that I had already shagged three girls. Furthermore, I was planning a trip to Bernds the day after next, so I was interested in saving myself somewhat. Having said that, you only live once, so I handed over my €50 entrance with gusto and walked in. Routard got himself in for free. Apparently he said that he had already been in that morning for breakfast. Can you believe that? An *** member who visits an fkk just for breakfast? That’s dedication to the cause. By now I had less than €100 in my wallet, but didn’t realise this. At any rate, I wasn’t exactly planning on doing anything silly, you know. A German bloke also walked in with Routard, Gandjim and me at the same time. He looked a bit like Pierce Brosnan and he stayed part of our little crowd for the rest of the evening. Heck, even Dedalus, put in an appearance. If you are reading this then, “Hi”, it was great meeting you.

What I normally do when entering a club, especially a new one, is walk around and size the place up. I may note girls of interest and later come back to find them, or maybe observe them from a distance in order to get some measure of them. Instead something very special happened on that Saturday night. I had barely walked a few yards and been there for barely a couple of minutes when I saw my honey. This does not happen to me very often, certainly less than once a year (so Routard’s a lucky so and so). Instinctively I walked straight up to my vision of loveliness and started talking. I must have fallen in love seconds later. Love? What do I mean? All the usual stuff: excitement, anticipation, chemistry, communication. Lust. Yes lust. Ironically, not a word you hear about much on this forum.

My honey was called Lana (short for Svetlana) so we switched from German to Russian – well, I had to keep up with Routard, didn’t I? It’s always amazed me how my absolutely crap Russian seems to leap into over-time whenever there’s an available, sexy woman to talk to. I was transfixed, mesmerised, hooked, enjoying every moment of her company and anticipating the short-term future. We moved to a room and spent an hour together talking, caressing, stroking with a little bit of fucking and sucking thrown in. I don’t want to get too sentimental about this, after all. But that room was mirrored to the ceiling and the vision of her going at me is still so vivid in my mind’s eye. I hope I never forget it.

I could only manage an hour. As I returned to our small circle to report back on my mind-blowing experience I was confronted by an attractive, tall German blond who immediately took my fancy and did a pretty good job at seducing me. Now imagine the situation: I’d just fallen in love, had had sex four times that day, still had not had a look around this damned club, and now was considering the blond Monique. It’s makes my “falling in love” story sound trivial, but I promise you it was not. So I told her to come back later – but meant it. Then the others told me that Monique always had good write-ups on the Rhein forum. All things considered, this sounded plausible.

A few short minutes later, Monique re-appeared and took me away. Unusually, she suggested that we go downstairs to the jacuzzi. I had always thought that girls would try to avoid jacuzzis as they dried out their skin (and some punters wank into them). During our conversation, she said that she came from the Ruhr area, born and bred. I think there is only one area outside of Britain which I consider not to be “exotic” and that is the Ruhr. This area is the “Birmingham” of Germany. By that I mean an industrial, worn out, low tech, part of the world, in need of a coat of paint. (If anyone reading this comes from Birmingham, or the Ruhr for that matter, then, OK, it has improved a bit in the last ten years).

So Monique stripped off and joined me in the jacuzzi and I had my first look at her body. When she took her shoes off it reduced her height by about three inches. This was important, as I like tall girls. When she took the rest of her kit off it showed off her hips, which were slightly too wide in relation to the rest of her body. Somehow this all tied up with the fact that she came from the local area, i.e she was not exotic and had the body to prove it. Then we stumbled over the conversation a little, with her not understanding my sense of humour and vice versa. All in all, we got off to a bad start. Then we moved to a room where the window had been left open and it was bleeding cold in there. Then when we finally settled, little Kingwenslas had shut down and there was nothing anyone could do (with hands, lips or tongues) to get him operational again. You may at this stage be thinking that I was having a miserable time, but I was with someone who, allegedly, is a star on the Rhein Forum. I think this star quality came out as, from this low point, our intimacy together increased and we lay together on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms just talking about things I can’t even remember now. All I can remember is that we were probably there for forty five minutes talking and sharing out thoughts together. Thinking about it now, it would be great to have sex with a girl and then have this chat, but the chat was pretty good in its own right.

After this, it was definitely time to go, but unfortunately I didn’t have the money on me to pay Monique, although I did have a reserve in the car. I’m happy to say that she just let me go and return five minutes later with the €50. So in this club I was €175 down. Total spend of the day was €550 or £392 in the Queen’s money. Not a bad investment to get the best day of your life in return (well, one of them, anyway).

Would I return to FKK Living? It’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about during the last week, every waking moment, thinking about how I could go back, but now I am back home in reality, biding my time for the next adventure in FKK land.

Kingwenslas

[Routard]

I woke up in a Hotel in the center of Bruggen for my last day in FKKland. By the way, if you ever need a hotel when in Goldentime, there is no easier way : I just asked to the reception, gave them the money and they took care of everything : when I left the Club at closing time, they handed me the rooom key over and the card with the adress to find my hotel. You learn to appreciate German efficiency when used to Third World countries. Only problem, the hotel could not supply breakfast. I exited and walked around, wondering wether I would bump into a FKK girl, but I guess most live in the anonimity of the bigger cities like Dusseldorf or Koln. I had a meeting with the www.youppie.net forumers in Ying Yang, but the club opened at 13H00 on Saturday. So I decided to head to another FKK to take breakfast and enjoy a better company that in a random cafe in Bruggen. Goldentime had given me a reduction card for their new club Living Room and I decided to check it out. At worst, I had spend 45€ for my breakfast.

It was only 50km away, and I discovered a brand new club with great facilities, it reminded me Samya. I will make a complete description later in the Living Room thread. It was still quiet in the club, but I had a nice breakfast and great social time with some of the dozen girls, most of them former GT girls looking for a quieter environment. But it was already time to leave for my meeting at Ying Yang, and I left Living Room without a session. But the great thing is that this club closes at 3H00, so I informed at the desk that I would come back later in the evening.

At 22H00, we left Yin Yang together with Gandjim and Kingweslas for Living Room. The atmosphere there was incredible, a lot of girls seemed to have moved at the end of the evening from Goldentime to Living Room. We met also Dedalus, who had followed the girls, as Goldentime offered free entrance to make a try at their new club. Yes, there was definitely a Goldentime atmosphere and my pussy sensor was beeping from the oestrogen level in the air. I was so excited that I made a wrong step. I booked a Iranian Samira simply to fullfill my need for exotism. She was like a plastic doll in bed, and I preferred not to shoot my very last bullets before leaving FKK land.

My pussy sensor then loudly beeped for another girl. She looked at me from the bar with her incredible blue eyes and a wonderful face. God, what was she beautiful ! I approached, she was German and spoke fluent English. There was a good chemistry even if I was surprised when she asked for Champagne and how long I had planned to stay with her. I later learned that it was simply her first day. She also asked if I had a problem with a room without door and asked at the end of the session if I had the money with me or in the locker’s room. I tried to help her around, explaining how it worked. She had incredible energy during the session, I tried to calm her down and get a lower rythm, but she simply couldn’t. At the end of the session, when I joined again the other *** members, Dedalus noticed that she didn’t take a shower. Oops, another thing to teach her!

We had a great time together, four *** members, a RF member and a great German girl with incredible attitude. But I noticed that the previous girl was still keeping an eye on me. I had to admit that the spinner had touched me somewhere. I went to sit down in a couch, and she joined me again. We had a great discussion together on the coach. Still, she had such a strange attitude, she could never stay quiet. She explained this with her youth, but I recognized the symptoms. Yes, that’s why she had touched me, she remembered me a girl friend long time ago that had problems with drugs. I tried to make her feel confident by explaining that I have also experiece with drugs and asked her if she had taken anything. She denied at first, but anyway, who am I to ask this to her, I’m just the guy she is fucking right ? I felt sorry for her, wondering if she took drugs to do the job or if it was the opposite. She later admitted a few things. I guess I felt close to her as it made me remember a few things from my past. And probably she also felt I understood her, as she just stayed with me. So we went for a second session, and the last one of my FKK trip. But, first I offered her to go to the shower !

We went downstairs and chosed the jacuzzi instead. We were flirting in the jacuzzi and I was embarrased exiting with my erection. But anyway, this is FKK. We went straigh to the room. She had more energy than ever. Unfortunately, my dick was too sensitive, and I begged her to take care. She just could not go slower. I remember nothing but pain, and she took the last drops of sperma from my poor body. I was physically empty and nearly happy to be at the end of my FKK tour.

But I had to face the worst embarassment you can have while mongering : I had not enough money to pay ! Yes she had not only taken the last fluids of my body, but also all what was left in my wallet ! I missed 5€ to pay, checked embarassed if I had enough coins, but felt miserable to pay a girl with coins. She saved me from my embarrassment and just answered : »Don’t worry, it’s just 5€ ! ». It was closing time, and we dressed together in the locker’s room. She was with her friend and they planned to finish the night in a local disco. She asked if I would like to come with them. It could be funny watching horny young guys trying to chat up with those gorgeous babes I have just fucked. But I was afraid to get even further with her and her problems. I prefered to head for the airport and take the plane that would put a safe distance with all this. Yes, FKK is a fantasy world, but better not to get to deep and face the reality.