Here's a few things I jotted down at the airport from my trip at the weekend 14th - 16th July. It's a little bit unedited. I just wrote while I had it fresh in my mind.

Day two and three (from Samya) to follow if anyone interested.



...Ok, so here I sit in the departure lounge of cologne airport.

I'm a satisfied man with a glow I have not seen in myself since... Errr returning from Amsterdam ten months ago. The kind of mission accomplished type glow that six shags in a weekend will give you.

Here is the story of my trip.

I had a leisurely start mid morning on Saturday. I have learnt the hard way that early morning flights aren't the thing for me. Here's the plan - train to Gatwick then touch down in Cologne mid afternoon. The flight time less than one hour. Then on to Duisburg immediately for one night to check out the sizeable RLD, then one night in Cologne. So I literally had to go there to come back.

Now then, like many of you, I did my research for this trip, and I wanted to get my dick wet in as many ways as possible. Duisburg isn't a tourist town. That was instantly noticeable on arrival. I wasn't expecting a culture lesson on my first night out of  Britain so that was ok. 

I walked from the station in Duisburg to my hotel Zum Lowen on Kremestre. 21 and eagerly sucked down a 100mg kamagra jelly. Knowing that it takes about half hour for these things to kick in. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and I'm a skinny chap so wasn't sure how I'd fair. Oh well.

It was about 6.30 by the time I made it to the Rld. Still daylight. It's a little bit crossed between a council estate and a downmarket industrial park in terms of size. It's situated within a large block and is basically horseshoe shaped with entrance on three sides. Curiously, there is what looks like a large Mexican restaurant  with hoards of workers outside trying to coax people in. Ive never felt like mexican food befoe or after sex, so its all a bit strange.The first two Eros doors I come to are shut which make me worry slightly, but then things start to warm up...

Duisburg Rld is sort of comparable to Frankfurt in terms of windows, but in terms of actual women at this time of evening, it's a bit on the quiet side.

There aren't many punters either which is cool - it means I'm in demand. The women seem mostly Romanian (not complaining). A couple of times I was affectionately grabbed and groped as the girls literally try and drag you into their kamer. 

After a 15 minute recky, I spy a blonde girl at the end of a corridor. She is quite short, hair worn up, prob b cup boobs. She's petit with a bit of a butt. No idea which Eros centre it was by this point! Her friend tries to hijack my attempt to grab her attention - but I have a feeling about this girl...

The blonde tells me her name is Sonya. She reels me into her kamer and kicks the door shut behind us. There's no time for small talk. She immediately puts her hands round me and gives me a no nonsense snog. It was a warm welcome to Duisburg and my first monger back in Germany was off to a good start. 30 Euro is the going rate here by the way. But it gets better. Sonya is is pretty determined to extract some more money out of me - to be fair - it was in a nice way and not too tiresome. For 100 euro, I was told I could have an hour. I had already negotiated 20 minutes for 30 euro. Even my shit math told me this was a crap deal. She listed some other things I might like to try. All of which cost 100 euro, lol. Including bareback. Not interested. Did get a quick bareback blowjob and then had to tell her to shut up about 100 euro. She respected it when I got cross. English women don't do that. Then all of a sudden she offers anal and a full half hour for another 30, making 60 total.

What ensued was a real prostitute experience. She let me take all my sexual frustration out. Passionate kissing, and then flipped her over and alternated between pussy and ass about three times. I'd never done this before, so it was a real turn on. I worked hard to make the opportunity count. She took all I could give - I'm not a powerful guy - I think fun was had by all. I popped, paid, and hit the road eager for a beer. Great start. 8/10.

So I wonder into Duis, not knowing really what to expect. The weather was almost as bad as it has been in the UK lately. I duck into a traditional German bar just as the heavens open. There's nobody around. In the streets, there were loads of Middle Eastern or Turkish looking folks. But the bar was very German - right down to the beer glasses that were a bit like red wine glasses. I'm told by one of the Germans that I must try the Cologne local beer 'Gaffel' on my return. Most cities in Germany have their local breweries. It creates a nice rivalry across cities as it seems they can't sell their delicacy on another cities patch. That way the legacy of the brewary is somewhat protected, and you get to try something new wherever you go. I wish this existed for lager in the Uk.

I order a beer like someone who's just got out of prison and hasn't seen a pint in years. They clearly don't know why I'm so parched. I drink with the barlady and two really top German geezers for about three hours! They bought all but two of my drinks between them. The trio were old friends and we drank until closing at about 10.30pm - this seemed pretty strange to me. 

I still hadn't eaten and was fairly merry at this point. I ordered a huge pizza from the Pizza Center seconds before he too was to close.  Fair play to the bloke - he rolled out the dough and made a base from scratch. Ten minutes later i had one of the best pizzas I've ever tasted - it was about the size of a dustbin lid!

During these trips abroad, that are becoming more common for me, you can't help but compare things to how they are back home. The UK loses most times in terms of value, transport, logic, and all things catering. I've never seen a pizza joint in the uk use a fresh dough.

I pit stop at my hotel room and my plan is set. I bite some pizza, dust myself down and foolishly take half a kamagra tab in case the alcohol has set in.

Back in the Rld, things have heated up. Tis the witching hour and the whole vibe is different. It helps that I'm a bit pissed and the adrenaline is flowing.

In case I hadn't mentioned, Duisburg is full of Turks who though wide, aren't very tall. The Rld block is all interwoven with most doors leading you through to the place you have just come from. There are steel bridges linking one building to the next. It's all good fun, but you do end up seeing the girl you've just knocked back a mere 30 seconds after rejecting her.

Oh well, my next punt is a girl I see walking back into her room. I catch a glimpse of a perfect arse and wonder inside fairly uninvited. Her name is Sarah. She had crimped curly brown hair. She said she was from Greeceland. That's Greece to you and me. We agree 50 for as many positions as i want in 20 minutes - including deep throat and kissing. Actually deepthroat just happened midway through. We really got along well. She was a good foil for my slightly pissed state. We laughed and got each other off. Both girls allowed full fingering, and Sarah was really wet, but maybe not the tightest. I'm sure it was probably the lube as I'm no master of moistness. Anyways, after 20 minutes going at it, we called it a day. Sarah was almost apologetic - but this was ideal for me. I'd had a great session, but still had my bullet in the chamber. 9/10

By this point i was getting knackered! It didn't take long before I stumbled across Claudia from Italy. Good variation in nationalities I thought. All from countries in Germany's debt it would seem. Claudia had omnifick written all over her. She was tall and perfectly formed head to toe. Big firm boobs, a large handful. She wasn't best pleased to see me. Some girls don't like half drunk guys stinking of sex and still fried from their last fuck giving them a measly 30 euro to bone them. But that's not my problem. She's a stunner - classic italian looks. She's a condom holding starfish though. But her pussy was tight and she got the goods. I was out of that room after ten minutes and heading home to my pretty decent hotel.

Now 150 mg of kamagra is no laughing matter. I didn't sleep too well, fresh with memories of my mission still whirling in my mind. I was up early the next day and back to Cologne - the city I'd only caught a brief glimpse of from my train window the afternoon before.

Thanks for a great report! Well written and very funny at times. I enjoyed my one visit to Duisburg back in December... your report makes me want to go back. I prefer Duisburg's RLD to Frankfurt's... when I went there were two or three buildings filled with hot girls (I guess there are others which I was told are not really worth visiting) and no bums on the street bothering me. Very nice and the price is right.

If you're talking about the same Mexican place I saw, then I don't think it's a restaurant. Sonya would of got on my nerves, that's one reason I avoid the younger girl's. Nice to look at but always out for as much money as they can get. You did well to get good service so good on you. For me, too much drink and an rld don't mix. I like to have my wits about me and especially if I had a penchant for the youngerladies. You sound like you had a good time and Duisburg certainly does have a good mix of nationalities. Duisburg let me down in terms of milfs last time. They wasn't the best quality especially when compared to a previous visit. I like Duisburg and will certainly visit again.

Thanks Jimmy, great report. I'd enjoy your report on Samya. I'll be heading over in October. Thanks,

The second day of my trip is a bit of a comedown and not all that exciting to be honest. My night owl antics the evening past had taken it out of me. More to the point, the kamagra had left me feeling a little bit stiff - in terms of my joints - shoulders, knees, and elbows. It can also give you a mild headache. Experimenting with it, you learn that a half ora third of a tablet will suffice. I ordered mine from... It took about ten days to arrive. I got some blue tabs and some jellies. I take it with a paracetamol just in case. I'm used to mild hangovers these days, but this is slightly more annoying and distracting as a side effect. I also found it suppressed my appetite - so if you're reading this ladies - that's my diet tip! 

Cologne is a beautiful city. The Rhine winds through and ties together the entire region. The transport is fantastic. I found it far more picturesque than Frankfurt. To be fair to Frankfurt though, everything is available in a small space. It also has three or four great FKKs in striking distance. The RLD is not as clean or ventilated as the Duisburg one was. You can see why German authorities are reluctant to put these things right in the centre of town. In some ways I'm glad they don't. 

In the evening I went to pascha. Just out of curiosity really. It only two stops on the train, but it's not a frequent train and Sunday evening was always going to be a rubbish time to go. There were some ok girls in both houses but I had nothing like the same urge to partake as I'd got the night before. That's ok I thought as I'll save the money for Monday at Samya. That would be a shrewd move...

As I lie awake in bed at almost 2am, it's now 2 days since my return home.

The Saturday of my trip was a bit of a hard slog. I think you always get that when in a foreign country alone for any period of time.

I spent the morning doing a couple of museums and clocking up some miles walking the city. I was satisfied i'd spent my time well.

What happened on The Monday is, I suppose, something that will stay with me a long time - I had my first good quality FKK experience!

It's a very different ball game mastering an FKK or sauna club compared to playing around in a red light area. 

Samya is very small and intimate as an FKK. The chicks are normally topless, but wear bikini bottoms or knickers.

Take it from me, if they are wearing bras, it's normally because the girls tits are sagging or less than perfect. If you don't mind that, the girl can still be a great shag. The trouble is, there are normally girls with perfect boobs about the place which must mean the girls feel in competition with each other all the time.

Samya could probably hold no more than 100 people comfortably - and that's only if all the different areas were being utilised at once.

On arriving, following a really easy train ride to Michaelhoven and a five minute walk from the station, I have to admit I was pretty nervous. My previous FKK venture to Palace in January had been a bit of a sting. Both girls were pushy and neither did any kissing. There was no time when I felt relaxed or like the girl was trying to make my experience a pleasant one.

This time was different. I got changed a stumbled around into the bar area. It was about 1.30pm and there were probably 6 guys and about 8 women there at this point. 

It was obvious I was a newbie. I think the place gets its fair share of tourists, but on the whole, on this day at least, it was local businessmen. Because of the nature of the place and the money required to take part, I found Samya relaxed and free from any idiots or foreign morons unable to behave in someone else's country.

Getting to grips with my surroundings, I was kindly helped by one of the locals who passed the time of day with me and upon me asking a few more questions turned out to be a decent guide to the place.

Drinks are free, even beer. There are four fridges at the side of the room and a bottle opener attached by a string to the door handle. That means that the bar area itself is mostly surplus to requirements unless the girls are showing off their pole dancing skills. If I'd been there in the evening when I reckon a more party atmosphere takes over, it would have been very enjoyable to watch. That said, I was quite happy to have a low key, less raucous intro to this venue.

I got chatting some more to this local businessman guy. He said he had one girl who he always returned to see. Her name was Goldya. When she showed up, I was suitably impressed. She would get us beers from the fridge and bring us food. I guess I was lucky as because I became more acquainted with this businessman bloke, I was getting some warm reception from the women.

Goldya looked like a younger version of the pornstar Jessica Fiorentino. Her pictures are on the Samya website.

When Goldya and her regular loyal client disappeared to shag eachother senseless, I was left to my own devices. Now, the women in Samya aren't supposed to approach you - and this was stuck to religiously for the large part by all the girls.

In the corner of the room I would say half a dozen Romanian girls were crowded. There was also a more Turkish dark skinned girl. They ranged from typical 7/10 Romanians to one or two stunners. Slightly difficult to get a great face on a great body, but more than enough to choose from. You would find it more or less impossible to say there was nothing you wanted to shag there.

After half hour or so of being in the club i was being eyed up by a girl who wasn't afraid to strike out on her own. This was a German girl from Dortmund called Joy. Hence the title of this thread. She was a good talker, decent body, and fair play to her was trying to implement some sort of work ethic into her day and get some business.

I agreed to go to the room as she made me feel at ease. It was then the bra came off and the disappointed of the tits set in. Wonder bras eh! So called cos you wonder where the tits went as soon as you get the girl naked.

Anyways, I can cope with this. What I wasn't impressed with was her bad breath and slightly smelly down below area. That said, I wasn't rushed and other than the breath which was probably a result of smoking and coffee and no dentist, the sex was ok. I was assimilated to Samya now.

I went back downstairs safe in the knowledge that my iniatiation was over. There were now people in the club more clueless than me. I gave Joy 55 euro. Five was just a sweetener. Maybe she could buy some mouthwash with the tip.

Next up, I was eyeing a short full figured Romanian girl called Donatella. Her boobs were just awesome and she was proudly displaying them. She also had an amazing smile which makes all the difference. It makes me hard again just casting my mind back. Yum yum.

I asked if I could join her and we started chatting. I paid her a few compliments which I find sets both people at ease. I think she was 21. She had blonde hair cut quite short and styled. She was cool.

I asked if we could session and we went upstairs. The upper floor of this small club is where the action takes place and the basement is where the money changes hands after.

Donatella gave me a great GFE. Varied kissing, bbbj, ball sucking, intimacy, etc, and all built into a long fuck session where I was more than happy to let time roll by. The session was just short of an hour. She didnt clock watch, she was happy to chat, and did a good job of cleaning up. I paid 80 for a 75 euro session. I think this tactic prevents the likelihood of unsporting behaviour on behalf of the girls. Just my opinion.

I went downstairs and Donatella even made me a cup of tea! That's some nice conduct. Doesn't cost anything does a bit of courtesy and friendliness.

As I said earlier, the kamagra had made me lose my appetite. But the successful shagging of Donatella had returned that. After a quick sauna I was ready to eat. There was some sort of spag Bol with chicken in it. Perfectly edible. Loads of fruit on offer too.

I was gonna have one more shag before heading to the airport. I decided that I would grab Goldya the minute she next became available. Several hours had passed since our introduction and I wanted to know why the businessman was happy to spoil her and stay mono with so many other girls on offer.

There was one blonde girl who was a 10/10 in the club now, but some bloke had her loyalty and she never left his side. There must be a fair bit of this going on in this club.

I didn't mess about when I saw Goldya next. We chatted for five minutes. She was a reasonable talker though not as friendly as Donatella.

We got the room keys and I decided I wanted a bit more of a PSE. There was some kissing and then 69 and then I made her go deep and face fucked her a little. She didn't mind one but. Great stuff. Plenty of saliva.

Then she got on top and started bouncing. She spread herself so I could see her pussy lips expanding and contracting. That was a great visual but I couldn't cope with it for very long, lol.

I got back on top and dictated the pace until a decent finish. I was offered anal, but refused due to lack of budget. Still, 50 euro well spent.

I said goodbye to Donatella and clocked another brunette Romanian who had awesome teardrop boobs. She made no effort to grab my attention all afternoon so i thought it best to steer clear. Wouldn't mind returning to give her a good anger fuck - safe in the knowledge that she wasn't that up for it.

I would go back in a heartbeat.

It's now a month since my trip and I'm pining for Germany. I love the contrast of the FKK and the rush of the RLD. 

Cologne is a lovely clean city with good shops and a nice ambiance. It isn't sleazy. Which sometimes is a bad thing when you think of Frankfurt and all its delights.

I will return to Samya for that anger fuck, but I need to give Frankfurt another whirl. I think having a wingman would have helped ensure a more successful trip on both occasions, so if anyone reads this and wants to PM me with reasonable notice and would be looking to do a trip early autumn or next spring lwt me know. I think that winter and short days are to be avoided if you want to make the most of a city shagging break!

Thanks to everyone who has written reports on here. Hope people get a good feel for Duisburg and Cologne from my scribbles. Cheers.

Great report! I was there twice in 2010 and had similar experiences. Glad to hear it's still the same.

48 hours from now, I'll be reporting live from the NRW region.

If anyone else is in the Dusseldorf/Cologne area, feel free to PM me.