I woke up at Hotel Humbert after two days of sex marathon. All the testosterone was fucked out of my brain, my sperm account was empty and my dick on fire. But I had a meeting with Toscana at Goldentime, so I punched on my GPS the waypoint for the next FKK of my trip. Still, the two first days of partytreff was the easy part of my therapy, I had to face again that magical place where I lose control each time. With empty battery and a friend to talk to, I guessed that risks were minimal, so I confidently arrived at opening time to take my breakfast.
Toscana was already waiting at the bar, it was great meeting him again. The atmosphere was very relaxed, I guess there is no better moment in Goldentime than in the morning. We took our breakfast together at the bar, discussing and watching the girls arriving one by one. There was no hurry and I could concentrate on the conversation without having my eyes on each girl passing nearby. This is most of the time not the case and I apologize to all the members I have met during my trip that may have get the impression that I was not interested in what they were saying, having my eyes starring to female targets around.
Goldentime is a great club. On my annual club rating, I had put it on third position behind World and Oase as I tried to give a neutral opinion on the public board. To tell the true, Goldentime is my favorite club for several personal reasons and one of them is that there is no other FKK were I got statistically so many GFE. After two days of partytreff, I was impressed by the physical appearance of the available girls. Incredible, what a line-up! There is for anyone’s taste but I spotted also plenty of “Routard style” girls: cute lolita teenage looking petite slim dark haired girls with tanned skins. The conversation with Toscana switched slowly to what is supposed to be the purpose of this place and we started to share our impressions about the available girls. I then realized that I had forgotten to switch on my GPS (Gfe Pussy Sensor) as it had been of no use during my two previous days. And when I switched it on, I saw the line-up in a different way. The girls with potential for mutual chemistry were not the one that I had noticed for their physical appearance. Suddenly there was a blink on my radar. I was surprised, she was exactly the opposite of the usual “Routard style” girl. I dared not to tell it to Toscana, but I fully trusted my radar. Time for action, I was indeed very slow that day, unlike Toscana. I walked around for a last survey of the club and went to sit alone in one of the sofas.
I wasn’t even surprised when she was the one that came to sit near me, it seemed so natural. She was German and spoke fluent English. We started conversation and there was clearly a good chemistry from the beginning. Toscana watched it from a distance and told me later about the good body communication between both of us. It was funny to hear as from my point of view I didn’t see a couple, I saw her only. She had a great body, but with all my testosterone fucked out of my brain I was simply concentrated on what she was telling, focusing her eyes. She had great eyes by the way. On a quiet weekday in the early afternoon, we stayed discussing for an endless time. She interrupted only once the conversation to go to get some drinks for both of us. Was I abusing of her time like Toscana suggested? Anyway, I was surprised when she initiated couch action in the middle of Goldentime’s livingroom. The unwritten rules of the club leave couch action only in the kino and in the outdoor garden (during summer of course). So even if I’m not shy for that, I preferred to ask her for more intimacy in a room. Sorry Toscana, end of the show!
Once in the room, we started passionately kissing. Needless to say, I was not in a hurry to initiate intercourse and was extending the pre-sex phase. She seemed to appreciate my tenderness. I realized that her skin was responding to my caresses, her lips were reacting against mine and her hips were following my rhythm. Yes, I had not anymore a simple body in my arms, it was a woman full of feelings. I loved the taste of her lips, the soft feeling of her skin and the odour of her body. I felt that her own senses were also fully open to get the most of me. Again the magic of mutual chemistry.
Once out of the room, all I could said about the session to Toscana was: “She was great!”. In fact, it was far more than that, but I didn’t want to admit it at that point. Atmosphere in the club became wilder at the end of the afternoon, there were more and more customers as well as more and more girls. Girls became more and more pushy. At one point, two “Routard style” girls came towards me and invited me for a trio. They were both gorgeous, a Greek and a Turkish girl, I knew it was impossible for me to resist, even if my GFE sensor remained silent. Both girls even treated me as a naïve newbie, telling me they had never seen me before at Goldentime and asking me if I had ever experienced a trio. I knew also I had not the physical shape anymore to go for a trio. But it was hard for me to chose between both. A nearby guest watched the scene, noticed how hesitant I was and grabbed one of the two, leaving me with Greek Isa. I had no reason anymore to refuse a session, trapped as a newbie. There was a warning blinking in my head but I refused to take it into consideration.
Once at the room, it went completely wrong. I felt I annoyed her from the beginning, she very soon tried to avoid kissing. I lost control, lost confidence and it became a complete disaster. I lost my erection three times and it was needless to try to go till the orgasm. It simply confirmed the girl about my newbie status. I was a complete failure, no matter how great looking she was. I tried to apologize, explained I have had too much sex the last days. She watched me with her incredible beautiful blue eyes, and a look on her face that just couldn’t hide the poor opinion she had about me then answered: “So why did you come in this club?”. I just couldn’t answer in front of such superior beauty, she even denied me the right to be in the club! I was just a piece of shit for her, and she even didn’t realized she did this to me in front of 160 000 forum members reading this!
We interrupted the session. She was right, I had nothing to do anymore in the Club. I had a meeting next morning in Paris and had a long drive by car. I felt miserable and lonely, as Toscana also had left. I simply wanted a last cup of coffee before my long night trip. At the bar, I noticed that both girls that had previously offered me a trio were looking at me and gossiping. Damned, I need to get out of here before she tells all the girls how miserable I am! Yes, I became completely paranoiac.
But then, the magic of FKK occurred once again. While I was waiting to be served, the first German girl came from behind and asked me what I wanted to drink. I guess you have all noticed that I didn’t mention her name. I feel uncomfortable mentioning the name of a girl and telling a story that I feel being too personal. We took a coffee together and continued the conversation were we had left it before. It was like a dream. I felt again great and I had completely forgotten the two little devils behind my back. They were preparing the buffet for dinner and she offered me to have dinner together before leaving. We queued and she offered me to take dinner on the veranda outside. The need of intimacy and fresh air was more important than the fear of the cold temperature. We took a few towels to protect ourselves and went to sit outside. I hate winter, but this has been my best memory of a cold winter night. There was no one else outside and it was surprisingly quiet compared to the noise inside. We were eating with our bodies trying to catch some heat from each other. I watched the garden lighting in the misty night and I felt a romantic mood, dreaming away and happy to live this magical moment together with her.
When drinking our menthol tea at the end of the meal, she confessed that she would have liked to go with me a last time, and that she felt sorry that I had to leave right away. She had not to say me twice, and I offered her to go to the room. She was surprised and asked me if I was sure I could do it. With her I could do anything.
After the cold outside, it was great being in a warm bed our naked bodies touching each other. Funny, she mentioned the word “chemistry” to describe what was happening between us. Indeed, our both bodies seemed to enjoy having found each other again. While I was kissing, my bare dick was stimulating her outer pussy. I have never found the right word to describe this in English, French or Spanish, but the Dutch call this “dry fucking” (learned this from Willem 2 in Ying Yang last week). Strange expression, as I felt her pussy anything but dry. Indeed, she became wetter and wetter and my dick entered deeper and deeper. She enjoyed it that much that she didn’t try to make an end on it and I had to ask her to put the condom to have fully intercourse. Yes, the condom is shitty, but at least it gives a safer feeling giving complete freedom to our bodies to express themselves. Both bodies were clamped together as if they didn’t want to let escape each other. My body seemed to match exactly into her’s. She looked into my eyes, and said: ”It’s nice with you!” with a laugh of embarrassment. These were simple words, probably due to her lack of English skills, but the way she said this made it the most rewarding sentence I have ever hear from a service provider. Emotions went too high, I had to take a break but when I exited, she noticed that the condom was still inside. In fact we were doing it bareback without noticing it, or misinterpreted it as being the magic of chemistry. She asked me if I had orgasmed and felt secured when I answered with the negative. Our bodies had not had enough even with this serious alert and we soon put another condom to continue on. I was simply magic and we finished both orgasming. I have no physical evidence proving me that she was not faking it but regarding the circumstances I consider this as being part of the few real orgasmes I have given to SP.
It was time for me to leave. We showered together and she stayed discussing all the time with me in the locker’room till I was completely dressed. I gave her a last goodby kiss and left the building.
I guess you all wonder why I try to get each time a romance with hookers. Well, I don’t try, it just happens. Some might think that I might be naïve mixing up the illusion that a hooker sells with true feelings. Other might wonder why I just don’t go with regular girls instead of with hookers. Believe me, I also try to analyse all this.
I had to be in Paris for business for two days. I went to a salsa club the next evening and had a great social time. I invited each girl in the club for a dance, no matter if she was pretty or not. I have each time a great feeling with women after an FKK tour, feeling confident and freed from the sexual pressure. I guess women are sensitive to this. I noticed a lonely girl , I had to turn off my Gfe pussy radar that was loudly beeping and invited her for a dance. She felt sorry as she had to admit that she couldn’t dance salsa. I was surprised, but before I asked her what she was doing in a salsa club she explained me that she accompanied her friend. Her friend on the contrary was having a great time with a pretty good dancer. As a gentleman, I could not leave her alone and stayed with her. We discussed together till closing time. I have learned the ropes with women and if I manage to seduce a hooker that is tired of having sex each day with half a dozen men, it’s pretty easy with a lonely woman in Paris desperately looking for a relation. But I love too much women to abuse them or hurt them. She looked me with her innocent blue eyes and had no idea she was with a famous international mongering, a sex pervert that had just gang banged for three days non stop nearly twenty women. I realized I was not belonging to her world.
Yes, only hookers know who I really am, they are the only women that can understand me. I realize now that also hookers tell me things they just can’t tell to someone else in the normal world. We are on the other side of the mirror.
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