Tuesday 2/21 and Wednesday 2/22

Exactly like last year, I decided to buck the trend and get out of town when the toilets overflow and puke rains down like chicks tube tops for a string of beads. The airlines jack up the rates to fly into New Orleans but also have to fill those planes to leave town which is how I scored a cheap Jet Blue ticket Tuesday, Mardi Gras morning heading to JFK. The plane arriving from New York was late and you could tell that a party crowd was spilling out half staggering already and looking for big beers and parades but I smiled and laughed because I was headed to FKK land and would start lent with a bang (hopefully in a good way).

Once in New York, I made my way from Terminal 5 to 4 to catch Aer Lingus to Dublin with a layover before finally touching down in Frankfurt. The transatlantic flight was uneventful with an early arrival around 4 in the morning with the next takeoff scheduled for 7am. We boarded the flight for Frankfurt (closed the door and cut off all electronics) and waited, and waited, and waited. I knew that the grounds crew were striking in Frankfurt but was hoping it was just confined to Lufthansa. Nope. The pilot announced that Frankfurt had requested that all traffic be reduced by 25% so each flight had to be negotiated as to when it could take off and land so as not to overwhelm the crews that were working the grounds. The day before the flight from Dublin had been delayed from takeoff for an hour and a half so we were hopeful that we would get out before that time. Finally we took off around 8 so not too bad.

Collected my bags and headed to Avis. That hooked me up with a black Ford Ruga which is an SUV between the size of an Explorer and Escape. She made a big deal out of it having a GPS and I tried it for the first run over to Wiesbaden but it would head you through the traffic instead of around so I pulled out my trusty Garmin and used it the rest of the trip. Reading some of Smuler's previous reports, I had printed a list of the best German beers from beeradvocate and mapped out several breweries/brewpubs I wanted to try to wash down the vittles that remind me of my great grandma's cooking.

Plotted in directions to Wiesbaden's marktplatz and found parking right around the corner at Kurstadt. I parked and printed my ticket and headed out looking for Die Andescher im Ratskeller. According to beeradvocate, they have the #2 (Doppelbock Dunkel) rated beer in Germany along with two more in the top 100. I sat down and ordered the first round of the Doppelbock with my rusty German. Finished it before ordering the zanderfilet with a Weissbier Dunkel and smiled as I looked around at all the old timers out with their wives on this fine Wednesday morning enjoying the liters of beer and the simple joys of filling your stomach and taxing your liver. I got another Weissbier before leaving bringing my total to 21.40€. I paid and walked around for a while taking pictures and checking out the food stalls installed on the Marktplatz with the fruits and wares of locals. The busiest booth seemed to be a trailer selling fresh fish.

Anyway, headed back to the parking garage and inserted my ticket to pay, nothing. Tried again and the ticket just wouldn't work. I went inside to find some help but just couldn't get any attention. I finally approached a clerk who was dusting a display and she pointed me to a back hallway with offices. I walked in and asked what to do if my ticket was kuput, the lady behind the counter looked at me confused. I tried again and she still looking lost. She finally asked another lady to come help because she was having no luck understanding my German. She said back in English to find the machine with a red button and push it, which would ring a call center that provides help. I found three machines before finding the correct one and getting some assistance. Just tell us how long you've been there, pay your fees, and you can leave. No problem.

Punch in the coordinates for the Courtyard in Wiesbaden and pull up to what appears to be brand new hotel on the outskirts of town. Marriott owed me a free night so I checked in and pulled the covers up for a 3 hour nap to get caught up on sleep and ahead of the jet lag. I wanted to spend the first half of my days sight seeing and the second half mongering. I woke up and showered around 6pm and headed out to the Kurhaus area. Wiebaden has the really nice spa and casino in this huge lit up spectacle with gardens and tuxedo-ed guests wandering the grounds. Took may photos and decided to grab some food to carry me over for the next few days. Plotted directions to Aldi and stopped in for some juice and fruits to keep my health up.

Once paying, I head out and take a right on Mainzer Strasse and pass a large Burger King before the entrance to the autobahn back to the hotel. Wait a tick, did I see an Eros sign!!!! Damn it, I did remember Neurosynth's map had a red pin in Wiesbaden and remember Splodge saying it wasn't very good. Oh well, time to check out things and find it takes about 5 minutes to back track the few blocks if you miss the turn. I pull in after retracing my steps and park in the lot out back which contained about 8 cars already. I walked in the door at the back of the building and found an empty hallway with 5 doors, all closed.

I turned the corner and saw a tall dark haired girl with a nose ring sitting on a stool. She stood up and I thought, this will do. That was how I met Katelyn from Romania. First girl on the right, only girl I saw in the whole building. We negotiated 50€ for 20 minutes. I moved over to the bed, undressed, and laid down as she checked her ringing phone and she undressed. She pulled out the condom and then said, I forgot to tell you, only one position. Oh well, lets do doggy so I could at least feel I was punishing her for the trick. My punishment was short lived as it was the first time of the trip. I finished and got cleaned up as she excused herself to the toilet. Once dressed I headed back out and checked the escape map for fires and noticed the building supposedly held 44 rooms. And I only saw one girl. Supposed the other cars held men who were behind closed doors (thanks Charlie Rich) and headed back to the hotel for an early 9pm sleep with the alarm set for an 8am wake up call.

That's the ticket....

You gotta do other things than banging sometimes....


Best Regards

Smuler

Thursday, 2/23

Woke up early at 7:30am and plotted a course north to Boppard. I booked a night at the Best Western Hotel Bellevue which sits directly on the Rhein with a balcony. I'm not a wine drinker so it was weird to be in this part of the world and not partake but... After heading out on the autobahn, the GPS took me along the back roads through charming towns like Lorelay with castles on the hilltops and vineyards that climb toward the sky. As I rode along, I kept wondering how I was passing so many villages on both sides of the river but never any bridges. When I reached the river crossing, it became apparent, ferry time. Now living in New Orleans, we have several ferries that cross the Mississippi each hour. They usually hold space for 10-12 vehicles and cost $1 each way. This ferry was small. I parked next to the other vehicle and there was space for one more and that would be about it. There was also 5 pedestrians who were also making the trip. I didn't see what their charge was but a one-way vehicle crossing was 3.50€. The ferry crosses every 15 minutes and has to wait for all river traffic to pass before crossing.

Once across the river, Boppard has a paved pathway on which you can walk along the river and catch river cruises. I parked the car and headed into town. The have a nice old church at the Marktplatz which was originally started in 836. Also a few blocks away from the river, there are Roman ruins and pictures of what the town looked like around the 3rd and 4th century. A really nice charming place to walk the streets with fresh bread bought at the backerei.

Since it was still early and mongering was on the schedule today, I kept driving north along the river. I plotted a course to Koblenz to the Deutsches Eck, which is where the Moselle meets the Rhein and "Germany was born." I arrived at 11:40am and headed out to take some photos. There was a camera crew interviewing personalities in front of the huge Wilhelm the First statue so if you see that on some German television station, you'll see me walking around in the background pretending to take photos of the river but trying to get some shots of the hot production assistant standing to the side of the camera.

It was time to cross back over the river still in the direction of my next mongering spot. I first plotted a course for the town of Neuwied. You're probably asking yourself, where the hell? This small town slightly north of Koblenz has a local brewery that still manufactures and sales their own beer in house. I'm sure there are plenty of these spread throughout Germany but it was on the way and I wanted to broaden my palate. Marktbrau Brewery sits a few blocks from the river and is visited during lunch time by a large, local, loyal contingent. Most people who entered were greeted with warm welcomes and questions about life. I sat at the bar right next to the four polished copper vats and ordered a .5L Weizenbier. I drank the first one and asked for one of the lunch specials. It was an order of bread, salad, and a green pea soup with a frankfurter on top for 7.90, with the two beers the total was around 15. Not the best meal right before you're going to get naked at a sauna club but oh well.

I got back in the car at 1:20pm and plotted directions to Finca Erotica. I had always planned to take advantage of their early special which reduces admission from 50 to 30€ if you arrive before 2pm. The parking lot was full with approximately 20 vehicles so I had to park in the rear. I got there with 10 minutes to spare, buzzed my way in, and paid my reduced fee. Things seemed to be going good. I stuffed my things in the small ass locker, showered, and got into my robe and walked out into the fray.

Finca Erotica is a set up that reminds me of Parksauna Residenz. Not as large but dark in all the right places. There is a large circular bar with about 20 stools so that you can see the entire room. There are many couches spread around with a food spread along one wall. The whirlpool sits in a side room next to the sauna. Porn was showing on three separate TV's, one above the whirlpool, one in a little room off the bar, and one upstairs in the kino. The upstairs is reached by walking up a red carpet grand staircase which is opposite of the bar. There is a back room with large windows that opens to the outside with several video machines.

I sat at the bar and requested a water. Next to me was an blond lady with glasses in her 40's. She started talking to me and then the dilemma arrived. Immediately correct the fact that I didn't know what she was saying and ask to speak in English, get up and walk away (which was an option as I wasn't attracted to her), or sit there and act interested. I made the wrong choice. She must have talked for 5 straight minutes without one interaction. I laughed when she did but still to this day don't know what she said. I did study German three years in high school but she was just talking way too fast. Finally she started asking questions and the inevitable happened. I admitted I didn't understand her. She stood up and walked away. Hey, no problem, wasn't going with her anyway.

I saw the back of a girl with blond and pink hair. I watched her approach a large guy relaxing on a couch by the whirlpool. He shot her down and she made her way over to the bar where I asked her to come on down. Thus I met Svenia from Germany. She sat down and we spoke for about 10 minutes about where we were from and how we got to this situation. She was only working 4 more days at Finca then moving in March to a club in Frankfurt. We agreed to head off to a room which is located along a wall behind the food. Standard room with bed from wall to wall, dark lighting, and several mirrors. We agreed upon 30 minutes for 50€. She performed BBBJ, then cowgirl, and finished in mish. One strange thing I noticed in the room was that the speakers pump in different music than is outside in the main club. While performing BBBJ, she kept stopping and serenading me with Elvis Presley's Love Me Tender. Quite interesting.

I headed back out to the bar and sat down. I noticed that about half of the men had cleared out which left about 20-25 girls and 10 men. The girls were chasing so I moved over to the whirlpool. I was joined by a large German who kept making sounds at the porno showing on TV. Moved out to the whirlpool where he joined me after a few minutes. I headed out after spotting this HOT chick with her hair in a pony tail. She was small and blond and looked like a star. I moved to the bar looking to check out if she was getting action and the reaction after wards of her clients.

That was when i got approached by Estelle from Bulgaria. I didn't fight her off too long and decided to lets get it. She had only been working at the club for a few days so had to ask directions to which room we were assigned. Once in the room, we proceeded with a standard F & S for 30 minutes at 50€. A standard session but my notes list that she had huge nipples.

I headed back out to the bar in search of the blond hottie. I noticed she was sitting on the steps leading up the kino. I knew it was her but couldn't see very many features due to the darkness of the place. There were only a half dozen guys left now and the girls had started to dwindle down also. After about 20 minutes, I noticed that she left the steps and headed over toward the machines. She saw me watching and she and I played stare down until I motioned her over. She sheepishly walked over and that was how I was introduced to Riassa (pronounced like Lisa with a rolled tongue R) from Romania. She was smoking HOT! Not one imperfection. She mentioned kino, I said lets go. We walked in and took the first couch to the left. We proceeded to make out and she parted my robe to start BBBJ. I noticed a couple walk in and heard an "excuse us" as they quickly left us to our devises. She asked if I wanted to switch to a room and I was more than game to have this beauty all to myself.

We took a room off to the side upstairs by the kino. I chuckled as the music playing in this room was Patrick Swayze "She's Like the Wind." Didn't even affect my erection I was so in lust for this girl. She asked how long: 1 hour. She knelt on the bed and started BBBJ again. I took her top off to reveal a great set of natural tits and then noticed she had no g string on under her skirt. That made me more excited thinking that she had been sitting on the steps showing everybody her pus who walked up to the kino. I got her to lay down and went to work with oral. I worked and worked, probably a good 25 minutes. She kept getting wetter and wetter but I just couldn't seem to push her over the edge. Finally I found what worked and her thighs clenched my head cutting off the circulation. I smiled big because it was now my turn.

We started in cowgirl. She was short so everything was accessible. However, on one pull up, I slipped out and she came down hard. I gasped, never having experienced the agony of feeling like you just broke your dick. She did seem concerned and asked if I wanted to switch to another position. After a few tears, I said yes, now doggy. Everything was going great, BAM, happened again. This time directly into what felt like a pelvis bone. DAMN IT! This chick was hot but this was getting dangerous. I flipped her over and said let finish in missionary, that way I could control depth and keep things safe. That did the trick. It felt like I blew the condom into her throat the orgasm was so strong.

She made the comment of why was I getting ready to leave when I still had time left so was a very good clock watcher in a good way. We started to talk about life like the snow she dealt with during Christmas in Romania and how she likes speak practice English when with customers so that she doesn't say wrong things. She asked how many times I had hooked up today and I replied 3 (she mentioned seeing me take Svenia to the room earlier) and I said she now had to answer and she said 6 times today, twice in the kino. We then had a discussion of the different phrases guys use when they are done having sex. I told her in German I always say "my schwanz is kaput" and how Americans are so violent and say "I am shooting blanks." She said in Romania the phrase is "dare me not". Didn't quite understand the phrasing but that was what she said.

She asked if I was dare me not or did I want to continue. I had money and didn't want to lose this vision so I said lets go another 30. So with a sore, almost twice broken dick, I took one for the team. We started making out like school children again, put on another condom and went back to missionary. For a long time, probably 10 minutes, I tried and kept getting close but couldn't get over the edge. I finally called it quits but she wouldn't give up. She flipped me over on my back and started with BBBJ. I loved the picture but just couldn't orgasm twice so fast. I told her to come close and she sat on my chest and started to play with herself. I could feel her juices flowing and I said it was going to happen. I took matters into my own hand and with my other hand on her breasts, did the deed all over her back and ass as she gasped with orgasmic sounds. I was seeing stars and could barely stand up. We went to the locker room and I paid 150€ for the best 1 1/2 hours ever. She asked if I had any American money and I told her a few dollars in the car. She asked if I would give her some small ones. After getting dressed I walked out and found a $5 and $1. She met me back at the door and seemed really pleased. It was great and I was in heaven. What a joy!

It was now 7pm and the parking lot was a ghost town. Only 5 cars were left. I took off to the hotel with hopes of finding a restaurant in Boppard open. I got there quickly at 7:30pm, checked into the hotel, and went walking the town. Most places closed at 8pm so the few open restaurants were mainly upscale wine bistros so I headed back to the hotel and went to sleep feeling very crampy and especially tired.

Friday, 2/24

Because of hitting the sack so early on Thursday night, I was up and ready to go at 7:30am. I took a few shots of the river from the balcony attached to my room then headed out to the backerei for some fresh bread for the drive. I decided that the agenda for today would be to visit Heidelberg. Now, the first thing everyone who looks at a map will say is "what the hell?" And with a shrug of my shoulders, my answer would be "just because it's there." So plugged in coordinates and headed out.

Arrived at Heidelberg's Altstadt around 10am. I followed the road signs to parking at the Schloss and got out to explore. I took lots of photos while checking out the University area, the Alte Brucke, and the Schloss area. I must admit, climbing the stairs from the old city back up to parking at the castle is hell! 313 stairs straight up! The good thing is that I got stuck behind a couple who had gotten married at the Rathaus so I stopped climbing during each of their breaks.

Anyway, got back in the car and starting heading back to Frankfurt which is where I would stay the next two nights. I wanted to get a bite to eat at Eisgrubbrau, which is a local brewpub in Mainz. Supposedly they had a buffet but on arrival I realized it was just a day menu with reduced prices. Anyway, grabbed a couple of their .4L Hell Krugs and a serving of their Schweinsbruten (which actually looks like sliced turkey with two round dressing balls). To walk off the beer, I combed the Altstadt and noticed that there seemed to be quite a few Asians walking around taking photos. Not a bad thing, just an observation.

Headed to the hotel around 2:30pm, which would be the Courtyard by Marriott Nordwest Zentrum. Trying to rack up more points for free stays in the future, the hotel is located within a shopping complex which is also within a huge four lane round about. Drove around the thing 4 times before finally noticing the sign to turn left into the parking and access to elevators for reception. I was given a corner room with a balcony that overlooked a swimming pool park that was part of this complex. Laid down after a long day of driving and napped from 3:45pm to 5:45pm.

Once I woke up, I opened the door to the balcony and noticed a naked women relaxing on a couch outside one floor down. I then realized that there was a spa attached to the pool park and it included several different sauna rooms. This lady had stepped out to relax and let the cool night air bring her body temperature back to normal. With a smile, I thought this is a nice start to the evening.

I had the addresses of four Frankfurt area clubs (World, Oase, Palace, Mainhatten) that were in the running for my visit. I put them all on a piece of paper, twisted it around with my eyes closed, and pointed to the one for my visit. Oase it would be. Headed down the elevator and cranked up the car for a 7pm start. On the way, the fuel light came on and after exiting the autobahn, I stopped at a Total gas station. Purchased 48.29L and a Capri Sun drink for 70.14€.

I hit the entrance after parking way out by the taxi stand due to a full parking lot around 8pm. Paid my 65€ entry fee, grabbed my gear, and headed down the steps to the showers. Got cleaned up and into my gear and headed up the steps. There is a sense of overwhelming when you first enter one of the larger clubs. Wall to wall naked women. At least in the clubs in NRW, you can make your way through the crowd. This was entirely different, "excuse me, oh, excuse me," as you bump into asses, breasts, men.

Finally get over past the entrance and get propositioned by Aneta from Hungary. I have learned not to jump at the first person who attacks because it's usually sharks who sense fresh blood in the water. I kept trying to throw excuses and stepping away but she offered to show me around so I figured I would take her up on the offer and then make my escape. We walked back around the bar and I was shown the back area with the whirlpool and massage area with the doors to the outside. We went down the halls with the rooms then made our way back around the whole building to the kino.

We took a couch along the right wall and she started asking "the get to know you" questions. She said that she would speak German the entire conversation and I could speak English, that way we could both practice our skills. We started to kiss after a while and she has some nice warm large lips. It was nice and I decided to stick with her. She started BBBJ and then I asked if we could hit a room. We checked all the rooms and they were full. We then headed down to the whirlpool area which has many small doors leading to rooms the size of small kamers in Amsterdam. These were also all taken so she said to just wait, she would try to find one that was free. While sitting with her things, I was propositioned 4 separate times in 5 minutes. No wonder you can go broke in this place.

She finally found us a room, we entered, and got down to business. It was nice, very GFE. No overtly PSE loud moans. Almost like making love. We both performed oral then started in missionary. She asked if I wanted to switch but it was good to stay in that position so that I could keep kissing her and listening to her sounds. When she realized I was getting close, she asked if I wanted FT (I'll spell it wrong, basically to cum in mouth). I declined but did decide to switch into the sideways position where she is on her back as I lay on my side and hold her legs in the air. After a few minutes of that, I was ready to go and gave the OK to FT. She pulled the condom off and I was afraid she would choke. I must have spasmed for a good 2-3 minutes. She stuck with it and didn't blink an eye. I paid 200€ for the 1 1/2 hours and FT finish.

After wards, we laid around having more good conversation and I really started to dig her. Thinking of my schedule the next few days, I wanted to hit as many different clubs and experience the spice of life. Variety was the original plan and I had all intentions but I realized that we just seemed to click. The conversation was good, sex was great, and I wanted to come back to visit again. She asked about my upcoming schedule and I offered that my last full day in country would be Tuesday and fly out on Wednesday. "Would I return at 12pm sharp next Tuesday" was the question. No problem. I think that would be very enjoyable. So we made plans to meet up again and shared communication info in case that something wayward happened.

I was spent for the night and headed down to the locker room to change back into my civilian attire. I returned back to the hotel at 11pm.

I

Saturday, 2/25

Saturday was the only day that my plans included staying in the same hotel and not moving so it was nice to sleep in and relax. I finally cleaned up and left around 9:30am and headed west towards Aschaffenburg. I wanted to tour Schloss Johannisburg. I drove over and circled the town center finally finding the parking structure. Once out in the market square, I was joined by hundreds of townsfolk shopping the vendors who had set up booths selling their wares. I took a few pictures amazed that so many people would be out this early and completely oblivious to the setting they were surrounded by. There was something surreal about shopping for apples and flower bulbs with a four story castle 100 meters away.

I headed over and paid 5.50€ for an entry to the castle. The first floor contained 200-300 works of art mainly from 1500-1800's while the second floor contained approximately 30 clay sculptures depicting Roman ruins and various German artifacts. There was also a modern art wing on the second floor. Two groups of the modern art were contemporary portraits while one section housed these very strange things. I really don't know how to describe them. They were very modern pieces with things like farm animals, nuts and bolts, and slot cars glued to them. They would be made up of different newspaper scraps that had been glued and then stuff would be splattered across the top. The museum had the artist sitting there with books to sign but his art just freaked me out so I had to leave. I got out of there around 12:30pm.

Heading back to Frankfurt, I looked around and realized that the whole of the Netherlands must be on vacation. At one time I counted 10 straight yellow license plates surrounding my car and 5 of those all had luggage racks. It was amazing that so many could all be headed back east at the same time. I also noticed that lots of German drivers were extremely agitated that the Dutch drivers would not get out of the left lane and stop slowing down the flow of traffic. It was quite comical.

Once back at the hotel, I parked the car for good and decided it was time to explore with the help of public transportation. I headed across the shopping center, which the hotel is located in, and found the ticket machine for the U-bahn. A day ticket for all of Frankfurt was 6.20€ so paid and hopped on. It took 25 minutes once you get on at that station to get to the heart of Frankfurt at Hauptwehe or Willy Brandt Plaza stations.

I hopped off at the Frankfurt Dom and paid 3€ entry which also allowed me into the Sakristeum also. The Dom is large but not as ornate as other places like Cologne or Aachen. I also noticed that there seemed to be lots of Asians in and around the Dom including several tour groups. There was also one lucky beggar who stood right outside the Dom doors begging while he opened the door for you. It was a good way to get rid of some pennies.

I turned the corner and went to eat lunch at Paulaner am Dom. Very touristy in the Bavarian, lederhosen type of sense. There were couples who would enter and take pictures of their beers. One Asian guy sat down and the waitress immediately brought him an English menu without asking. He asked for beer, no type or size, just bring beer. Then he took a picture. I had two .4L Hefeweizen and some rostbratwurste with warm potato salad and kraut. The total was 17.50€.

Once I ate, it was time for some more drinking and hopefully someplace with a TV for Bundesliga was starting at 3:30pm. I hopped back on the U and crossed the river to Sachsenhausen. Came out of the station on Schweizer Strasse and headed into Zum Gemalten Haus. I had read Bluto's previous reports and really wanted to try some apfelwein but the place was packed. There wasn't a seat in the place so I walked back out and kept walking down the street. I saw a sign for Sky Sports and headed in.

After sitting down, I realized I had stumbled into a slice of Mexico in Germany. Cantina Mescal is a Mexican restaurant with mariachi music playing with lots of tequila bottles behind the counter. They also have that heavy refried bean smell that seems to permeate the walls. I grabbed a menu but just decided to settle on a beer, a .5L Schoefferhofer hefeweizen for 3.90€. They finally switched the TV from Eurosport and sky jumping to Bundesliga. There is a cool channel that is almost like NFL Red Zone which switches from match to match with highlights of goals or penalties. You could tell which teams were local (like Mainz) because people would perk up but then go back to food and drinks when Wolfsburg would come on.

The bartender asked if I wanted food or more drink but the bean smell was just to overwhelming so I took off. Headed around the corner and found Essen & Trinken XXL. I opened the door and found the place had 10 people, all locals, watching the games. The bartender was an older lady who made jokes with the crowd while trying to get this older guy blitzed with Jagermeister. He was trying to hit on the lady sitting next to him and would stare at her each time she got up to visit the restroom or step outside. I ordered a Diebels Alt .5L and waited about 10 minutes for the head to die down enough for it to be drunk. I stayed until all the matches ended and took off along with most of the customers.

Back around the corner, I figured to try Zum Gemalten Haus again. This time there were open seats so I took a small table in the first room and ordered and apfelwein. I suppose I was expecting an apple juice sweet flavor or even a hard edge apple pie moon shine kick but it was different. Definitely a wine taste with a touch of apple cider bitterness to it. A unique taste which when I ordered a platter of bread and cheese was complimented perfectly. I paid 6.70€ and took off.

After drinking most of the afternoon, most of my inhibitions had been left behind and it was time to search out some mongering. I hadn't brought any notes or directions but did have a map I had taken from the hotel and tried to remember where the two red light districts were. I remembered one was close to the Hauptbahnhof so got back on the U and headed in that direction. Once at the station, I was immediately mobbed by a protest. There were thousands of students marching with signs protesting ACTA which I think was against free internet usage. I ducked and dodged and finally made my way to the main entrance. I took a right and headed around the corner looking down all the side streets for red neon. No luck, had to circle to the other side and finally after walking 2/3 of the way around saw some in the distance. 10 minutes after exiting the train I was finally in the district.

I got grouped in the 3-4 guys who entered the first building 36 and we climbed the first three floors together. At each level I would check the 4 or 5 girls standing in the doorway and no body interested me. I caught my breath and headed down to the street and across the way to 37. I was determined to find someone so climbed 4 floors this time. Same result, just no interest. No excitement and stirring of the loins, just exhaustion and light headedness due to the climb. I came back out to the street and checked my map. I remember there was another smaller red light district and decided to try that.

I got to Breite Gasse with high expectations. I remember conversation that this was more local and smaller so hopefully some gems would be found. Entered the building and it was dead. Climbed the steps again and only saw 20 girls tops. No interest whatsoever. At this point, I knew I was done. There wasn't any interest in half cocked mongering so I got back on the U and headed back to Nordwest Zentrum. Hit the Rewe for some food before sleep and was actually in bed with the lights out at 8:45pm. What a party animal on a Saturday night!

Sunday, 2/26

Sunday was always going to be my sight seeing non-mongering day so you can skip this day if that doesn't peak your interest. I woke up early, 5:15am after such an early start last night. While getting dressed, Germany's Next Top Model was being replayed. I had seen the premiere Thursday night and there was one contestant who came out looking shlubby (is that a word?) dressed in leggings and an oversized shirt. The gay judge got her to take the shirt off and physically pulled her pants off which left her wearing what appeared to be a small black dress. I'm sure it was all fixed but once she was down to the dress, she was pretty hot!

Anyway, checked out of the hotel and headed a couple of hours down the road to Schwabish Hall. As a side note, the Ford Ruga's top speed is 113 mph. That's it, must be governed because it still had some pedal left but would not go faster. Probably safe for an SUV on winter tires. Got there around 8am and walked the cold deserted streets taking lots of photos. This is a really beautiful town built on a hillside with wooden bridges across the river and half timbered houses all around. I next took off to Dinkelsbuhl which is on the Romantic Road and surrounded by a medieval wall. All the streets are cobblestone and there is a huge church directly in the middle. All the town was filtering in as services began at 10am. Next I headed farther down the Road to Nordlingen. This town is also surrounded by a medieval wall which you can climb and walk entirely around the city. This town is also unique in that it was built into a crater created by an asteroid that hit the earth millions of years ago. There is a museum about this phenomenon within the town but it was closed so early on Sunday. The other interesting fact about Nordlingen is that it is the town that Willy Wonka shows Charlie in the glass elevator at the end of the 70's movie with Gene Wilder.

After that, I headed to Rothenburg ob der Tauber. Of course, the tourist stop. This place was crawling with tourist. I guess the entire economy is based entirely on service with people walking outside of your house all day and night taking photos and tours. Once more, it seemed that there was lots and lots of Asians. I just happened to be at the Rathaus at 1pm and everyone was very excited by the clock chiming and two windows that open on each side of the clock. On one side, a man appears to smoke a pipe and the other side has a man who appears to down a mug of beer. Probably been happening for hundreds of years and everybody was running film on it. I went to the Criminal Museum to check out their selection of chastity belts and witchcraft devices but they weren't yet open so I left.

I next plotted a course to Engel Brauerei. I don't remember which town it was in but it was within the hour so took a chance as I was now starving. I found it, a large red brewery with hundreds of kegs in the back and a brew pub in the front. The door on the front said to enter on the side and I saw several people go in but the place was closed. All the lights were out and it looked like it had been shut down for some time. Damn it, was I starving!

So plugged in directions to the hotel and headed to Bad Mergentheim. I was staying in the Best Western Premier which is located within this spa town and supposed to cater to clients who are seeking relaxation and stress relief. I checked in around 3pm and was given a voucher for a free beer once the bar opened at 6pm. Their restaurant was also closed until that time so I decided to walk around the town and try to find somewhere to finally eat.

But before leaving the hotel, I decided to give Aneta from Oase a ring from the hotel phone. Back in December, I met a girl from Living Room and we had discussed exchanging information so that we could keep in touch but I chickened out and figured it would involve lots of requests for money so I took off and regretted the decision. I didn't want to make the same mistake as I did on that trip so left a message for Aneta reiterating my desire to see her again on Tuesday and that I would be there at 12 promptly. About 20 minutes later, the hotel phone rang and a message was left that expressed her interest to see me also and that she would be waiting at the bar at 12 sharp, hugs and kisses, goodbye. I took this as a good sign that she hadn't forgotten me and that perhaps there was more than just business involved and hopefully something personal. Much more on this later.

Being a spa town, most of the restaurants around town were cafes of the French persuasion. Baguettes with different fillings and wine. I walked the Altstadt twice but couldn't locate a good brewhaus. There was a pizza parlor in a half timbered building from the 1600's but wasn't really interested in pizza even though it felt like my stomach was swallowing my backbone. I headed back to the hotel and got my notes, determined to find something to my liking.

On the way out of town, it was time to refill the vehicle. This time it was a Jet gas station. 55.84L costs 82.03€. I also noticed that all grocery stores close on Sunday. Hours are all posted Monday to Saturday so you had better get it done then or risk starving on Sunday.

I knew I was only a short distance from Wurzburg and that I had addresses for two brewpubs. One was the Golden Gans which sat one block off of the Old Main bridge directly downtown. I plugged in directions and parked. Once in front of the door, I realized that the sign was still attached to the wall but the place was now Chinese. This wouldn't do so got back in the car and headed to Wurzburger Hofbrau. This seemed more like it with a huge outdoor area in the back (closed during winter) but it showed promise. I entered and looked in the 3 doors downstairs, dead and all empty. I kept hearing commotion and sounds upstairs so climbed to the next level. 3 more doors, two of which also held empty rooms. The last door was opened and there was one long table filled with patrons and beer and food all around. I smiled and approached a hostess. She gave me the up and down glance and I also noticed that my jeans and sweater seemed out of place with the ties and dresses.

I explained that I was there to eat and drink.
Her answer, "oh this evening is a Munich comical musical"
Me "I want food and drink"
Her "You wouldn't understand, goodbye"
Me "OK, screw you too."

I headed back to Wurzburg's old bridge and after taking some pictures, found the Alte Mainmuhle on the other side. I suppose this translates into the Old Main River bridge mill as the building was old timber with mill equipment above the cook and bar. Very traditional looking and high class. I requested a seat and was given a German and English menu (without requesting one). I was determined to not speak any English now and make them suffer through my horrible pronunciations but I relented as the waitress was HOT!! The problem is when mongering, you start to believe you have game and can pull anybody (while forgetting the money exchange at the end). Well I tried, eye contact, smiles, thank you with each course and beer. She seemed to laugh repeatedly at my advances but I have sneaky suspicions she was sleeping with the other waiter. I finally was able to get some good food in my belly. Two .5L Distelhoffer Hefeweizen, bread, salad, and 11 brats with kraut and potato salad. Man it was good! I also noticed while eating that people would come in and approach the bar and place to go orders for little bread rolls with three brats and mustard for only 2€. What a perfect night snack when out drinking. Definitely beats the crappy Lucky's hot dogs served in the French Quarter!

After paying, I got back in the car and mongering crossed my mind. I plugged in directions for FKK Tempel which was only 10 minutes away. I hadn't heard of any reports on this club and the only reasons I had info on it were Neurosynth's map and they have a 5€ coupon on their website which I had printed before the trip just in case. Getting there was questionable. I couldn't tell if I was in the hood or not but the streets on that side of town were in bad shape, bumpy and pot holed. I rounded the corner in the industrial park and saw lots of red neon on this small building to the right. There were 3-4 cars parked out front. The building looked to be metal siding reminiscent of auto parts warehouses with no windows. I pulled a u-turn and headed back but even the savings couldn't entice me to visit. It just looked too shady. At the end of the street, there was a lady standing, waiting. She appeared to be in her 40's in huge heels. I couldn't tell if she was working that part of town or had just finished working the club and was waiting on a ride. She started my way and thankfully the light changed and I took off. Got back to the hotel at 9pm and hit the sack.

Monday, 2/27

Woke up and checked out of the Bad Mergentheim Best Western. I plugged in directions for Bamberg to do some sightseeing and drink some rauchbier. As I headed down the A3, traffic started to slow. Once we got down to 60 KPH, I hope over to the far right lane but was still going about 70. Wouldn't you know it, hiding behind a big mound of dirt was the wonderful white van clocking speeders and taking photos. It flashed at me but hopefully left the country and it won't follow me around. A few more kilometers and the whole A3 was closed. They made everybody get off and head into the country. Thankfully the GPS said I was only about 40 miles away but it would take over an hour due to slowing down in every small hamlet. I finally got there around 10:30am.

Bamberg is beautiful. One of the nicest preserved cities I think I've ever visited. Their old city hall sits on a bridge that straddles a river and is brightly painted on the outside. Just down upriver (maybe downriver) from here are several half timbered houses known as "Little Venice" that sit directly on the river. Just up the hill from the city hall is the huge Dom and a Residenz across the street. Just beautiful. You can understand why UNESCO has designated the area as a World Heritage Site.

The other main reason I visited was the beer. Bamberg is unique that they brew rauchbier (smoke beer) that is produced when you dry the malted barley over open flames. I heard some people say it tasted like a smoked Christmas ham but I found the taste to be like a strong Guinness with a slightly smoky taste. Anyway, one of the most famous in Bamberg is right down the hill from the Dom, Schlenkerla. I entered at 11:30am and the front entrance dining room was packed. There wasn't an empty nook anywhere so I went through a doorway up some steps to the right and entered into a separate dining room with space for about 100 people. No one was here but at the far end I saw a waitress. After getting approval to be the first in this room, I sat down and ordered at Fastenbier (#7 on beeradvocate top German beers).

The waitress brought my beer and told me that there was a breakfast menu until 12 and then the lunch would start. I only had 30 minutes to wait so asked to please come back for my lunch order. The beer was interesting. It grew on you after a while and I ordered four during my stay along with the Schweinschnitzel for 20€. A few things of interest while I ate and drank. They bring out a wooden cask that I assumed is a fresh batch. Whenever the waitress would take an order, she would deposit a coin slug in a box and then pour one draft per slug (I guess for portion control and to guarantee how many beers are in each cask). Also, one older couple came in and ordered a round. The waitress poured two but then took an electric warmer and dropped it into the beer to heat it and cause the head to rise. I suppose it brings out more of the smoke taste but warm beer? Perhaps Smuler has some expertise in this category.

While eating lunch, a group of 4 Chinese men along with a German tour guide sat down directly beside me. The waitress gave them all English menus which the German guide asked to switch out when she returned to take their order. He was explaining the nuances of rauchbier and the menu items in English to one guy who would then translate to the other three guys in Chinese. It was interesting because before he could be trusted to be their tour guide, he had to travel to China and meet with one of the men's fathers and participate in a drinking ritual that involved 80 proof schnapps. The table was laughing at the faces he made remembering the strong drink.

After paying, I asked for the restroom and headed downstairs through some sliding doors. When you walk in, to the left is a brick drain about waist level with three spigots. I thought it strange that there would be a mirror there for you to watch yourself pee and just thought it was a fancy trough like at any good ballfield in America. I proceeded to relieve myself while standing on tip toes and as I finished, I heard the door slide open. A gentlemen entered, passed me by, and went in the toilet. Sure enough, I realized I had just taken a leak in the sink. I attempted to wash everything down the drain and took off with a guilty look on my face.

Once back to the car, it was time for some more mongering. I punched in directions to Das 5 Element which appeared to be more than an hour away but on the way back towards my hotel which was in the Wurzburg area again. I took the exit off the autobahn into Eichenzell, found an ATM for cash withdrawal, and then headed in the clubs direction. It's up a narrow road that leads to an industrial area but the problem is that all the signs pointing directions were facing the other direction. I had to pass the club and turn around before spotting the signs showing me the way.

I hit the entrance at 3pm and paid my 60€ entry. The front desk madam got really nervous when I asked for English but I switched over, pointed to my feet, and gave her a funf und vierzig and all was good. She pointed to the small wallet lockers on the outside wall and the door to the showers across the hall. I got changed and walked out into the unknown in my bath robe. The place was nice and immaculately clean. Almost like a night club around the u shaped bar with lots of different liquors and TV's showing Bundesliga. There was an empty kino and three video games (which actually had two guys playing instead of the steady stream of girls that usually frequent them). The bar had about 5-7 girls lounging at the end grabbing you when passing but I kept investigating. Next were some tiki huts to the right across from two whirlpools with doors that led outside. Past that to the right were wet and dry saunas with showers and a pool to the left and more doors to the outside. There were also several couches lining most of the walls. I saw about 10 guys so the place had a deserted feel to it.

I took a round of sauna just to get my bearings and after a shower, headed over to the whirlpool. Most of the girls continued to hang out at the bar but a few would walk around and inquire if there was any interest. Also, most of the guys who were here seemed to be older local guys in their 50 and 60's. Perhaps it was just the time of day. While walking back from the shower after my whirlpool, a girl was sitting on the back of a couch and I sat down to ask her name. That was how I met Juli (pronounced Yuli like in German).

She was from Romania and did the standard eyebrow excitement when I answered that I was American. She had long straight black hair and was deeply tanned. She seemed quite nice and was willing to talk as long as I sat there. Finally after a few minutes, I asked if she would like to retreat to a room. She laughed and said usually she has to ask but was glad I was straightforward. We went back to the front desk to get a key and then climbed steps to the second level and found a room that was almost above the entrance.

Each room has a TV hanging from the ceiling and I was offered to watch porn if I was interested but since I was good to go and didn't want the distraction, I declined. We started to make out while standing up and as my hands moved down her body, I noticed she had goose bumps all down her arms and legs. I stopped and asked if she was cold and she said no, her body was super sensitive and it was a good sign that she was turned on. Cool! I helped her undress since I dropped the robe the second we entered the room and was standing there naked. I told her we could stay for the hour and I started oral. She was great and really got into it arching her back and making wonderful sounds. After she had an orgasm, I helped dry off the backs of her legs due to the sweat she had built up and she offered a condom for my fun. I started in missionary and as she was continuing her wonderful sounds and kisses, just stayed in this position. She made sounds like she was having a second orgasm which pushed me over the edge and I dutifully filled my condom. With kisses and 100€ money exchange, the world was all good again.

I showered and headed to the bar for some refreshing water. While sitting there, I saw a drink menu which listed prices for everything including water, coffee, and soda. Oh well, would pay for that on the way out I suppose. I started to watch the game on TV when two seats down, this blond, blue eyed goddess sat down completely nude. She looked like the sister of the bartender but was HOT!!!!!! The best looking girl of the trip. I kept trying to figure out her nationality because she looked southern Californian but she stood up and moved around to carry a conversation with the other girls at the end of the bar. You could tell by some of their looks that they were jealous because she was sitting with her knees in the chair and her elbows on the bar and her perfect ass perched in the air. I knew I needed some recovery before attempting to pull that so just sat there hoping to recover in time.

Behind me, someone walked up and asked if I would like to move to the couches. This was how I was introduced to Mona which she said was short for Monika. She was short with dark hair and blond streaks and from the Czech Republic. I tried to talk but her English was non existent and my German was confusing so she gave up and just offered to give "my penis a massage." That was the way it was worded, no back massage, just penis. Hey, OK, I'm game.

So we head to the room and she offers to turn on the TV and excuses herself to the restroom. I checked my watch to make sure of the time and she returned after 5 minutes. She started with a BBHJ and licking balls. She positioned her body for me to rub her ass but I could not reach the front. She stopped and moved close but when I went to play she said no fingers, no lick, no kiss. I thought, this sucks! Let's finish and get the hell out of here! So she put on a condom and started cowgirl which was decent and already I was able to orgasm so I stopped and asked to switch to doggy for some enjoyment of at least making her sweat. She said no she would finish me by hand and I finally took over, made her lay down, and came all over her chest. I was just ready to bail. Checked my watch and it had been 20 minutes. Probably about 19 minutes too long. Paid 50€ for about 4 minutes of cowgirl, a ball lick, and masturbating myself so was ready to get the hell out. Got changed and left at 6:00pm.

Plugged in directions to the hotel which was the Best Western Weises Lamm in Veitshochheim about 10 km from Wurzburg. Nice hotel but my room was in a separate building across the street from the main hotel property. The parking is also down another side street and at the end of an alley. Nice setup but spread out. I checked in and walked down the street to the Ratskeller to look at their menu. Everything was way overpriced and it was across the courtyard from the city hall and on street level so not a real ratskeller so I left. While walking back to the hotel, I notice a sign for a Sports Bar which has menus outside. The prices seem reasonable so I stop into Treffpunkte.

This place was authentic even though I was at the bar, 4 English chaps were at a side table, and an older German guy was there with a really young girlfriend who could only speak English. There were also two German men playing chess in the corner. An older German woman tended bar and took orders while a man who looked like her son did all the cooking. I ordered a .5L Wurzburger Pils and checked out the menu. The best meal of the trip was an iron skillet filled with fried potatoes, topped with a brat, schnitzel, steak, a slice of bacon, and a sunny side egg. Man it was brilliant!! At 8:30pm, she switched on an overhead TV projector onto a screen and I watched the first half of Dusseldorf vs Aachen Bundesliga. I ordered a couple of more Pils but at halftime the score was 0-0 so I decided to head to the hotel. Total bill was only 18.60€. Damn it was good!

The game was on at the hotel so finished watching the 0-0 draw and fell asleep around 10pm.

Tuesday, 2/28

I woke up in Veitshochheim and checked out of the hotel around 9am. The GPS said it was a short ride back to Frankfurt with an arrival time around 10:15am. I knew I was supposed to meet Aneta at 12 sharp so I plotted directions downtown and decided I would walk along the Main and take some pictures. There were still large tourists groups out and I noticed one guy holding a sign in English for Frankfurt walking tours but he wasn't having any luck. I kept debating on grabbing a bite to eat before heading to Oase but figured that I had been in several clubs the past week and had yet to eat at one so I would hold off and eat there.

Around 11;15am, I plugged in directions and took the long way through town to Oase. I stopped off in Oberusel so that I could withdraw my daily ATM limit of 350€ and stopped next door at the Rewe grocery for a big bottle of orange juice and some dried, pineapple chunks. Once I arrived at Oase, I left my coat in the car for more locker space, grabbed a tin of cool honey flavored Altoids, and headed for the door. I felt proud of myself as I hit the door at 12:03pm.

I confused myself and the clerk when she asked the standard introductory question in German. I answered ja then nein, trying to remember if the question was "is this your first time" or "have you been here before." She gave me a stupid look and said well which is it. We both laughed as I said not first time, second time and please give me a robe, thanks. I stepped through the doorway and as I was placing my money clip, car keys, and Altoids in locker 38, I felt two arms circle my waist and Aneta stepped around and gave me a large kiss. It was nice and I commented on how I was chilled to the bone from walking in without a coat and how she was warm to the touch. Excused myself to the showers and lockers then once in my robe, walked back up the steps to find her waiting at the tables across from the bar.

She asked if I would like a drink before we excused ourselves to somewhere quieter and I said water would be nice. She grabbed two waters, I grabbed her purse, and we headed to the kino. We sat against the right side toward the front and started catching up on the past few days. How horrible her workday had been on Monday, where I had traveled and what had I done, when did I leave on Wednesday, etc. Around 12:45, we were through with civility and started kissing without abandon and I asked if we could head to a room.

We walked down the first hall to the left behind the bar and she told me to relax while she excused herself for a moment. I always find it slightly unnerving to be laying stark naked and having to stare at yourself in the ceiling mirrors, it's always so much nicer when someone else is there with you. She returned in a mesh, black see through body suit and stood in the doorway. She offered a strip tease but I just attacked her once the door was closed and we moved to the bed. A standard session of oral, BBBJ, and missionary sex followed for the next hour and a half. This time was punctuated by several conversations about our lives after Tuesday (would we see each other again, how often do she trip to America and me to Germany, my stance on girlfriends, things of this nature).

We left the room at 2:45pm and headed to the bar to grab food, then ate at the couches between the main room and the bar. I should have grabbed some food before arriving at Oase because to be honest, the food SUCKED!! Cold rolls with potted meat toppings, different butters and jams, and hard boiled eggs. I ate to replenish but it was only out of necessity and not out of enticing options. She stepped to the bar to grab more water and a hot chocolate and I noticed a guy sitting there call her over. They spoke for a few minutes and then she returned to the couch and asked if I would mind if she went with him for the next hour or so.

I said that is no problem. I don't want to keep you from working. She said that after she finished, if I was interested we could whirlpool and sauna and just hang out lazing around. I said that I had 350€ for the entire day, 250 was in the locker and a spare 100 was in my jeans in the locker downstairs. Did she want me to give her the money now? She said cool and followed me to the locker. We had to get maintenance to come over because my key would not open the lock. She waited a few minutes and just said to pay later when she returned from the room. The Altoids had wedged the door and we had to use a knife to push them from the edge so the door would open.

I cleaned up our dishes and headed down to the huge whirlpool to wait out the time. There was a Bundesliga game on so I stayed there for the entire hour making my fingers and toes wrinkly. While in the pool, I was approached a couple of times but each time I declined and told the girls I was waiting on Aneta. She showed up around 4:15pm and I said I would shower and then meet her at the bar.

After the shower, I didn't see her so I decided to walk back to the whirlpool area and step outside. I saw several people standing by the pool and walked over to check the water temperature. Just as expected, it was cold as hell! While there, I sparked up a conversation with an English guy who was there for his first visit. Very nice chap and good conversation for the next 15 minutes. Aneta found me at 4:30pm and said she thought I had left but was glad I was still there, would I come back inside.

She followed me to the lockers across from the bar. I handed her the 100 from my jeans pocket (which I had taken out after my shower) and took the other 250, which emptied my money clip, and gave it all to her. We went to the kino again and continued our conversations. After a few minutes, she asked if I wanted a present. I said sure, thinking she meant water or some token of affection. She returned after 10 minutes (at 4:30pm) in a metal bustier corset with the breasts cut out and a pearl g string. She then proceeded to dance in front of the kino and lay down on the couches up front motioning me to join her. Well, we just went crazy. We moved from making out and performing oral in the kino, then outside in the lounge chairs, halfway up the steps by the large whirlpool and finally in a room. We got to the room and I gladly peeled that off of her and proceeded to kiss her body and perform oral to her orgasm.

She asked to excuse herself to the restroom and I waited anxiously for her return. She came back and as we closed the door, I glanced at my watch and it was 6pm. She noticed and asked why had I checked. I told her I felt guilty for taking her away from customers when she could be making lots more money instead of hanging out with me and she said "what are you talking about, you owe me 200€ at least right now."

SCREECH!! Everything came to a halt. Hold on a second. I told you earlier that I had 350 for the entire day that was it. No more and I already paid you that. She then said that was for the first two hours plus a tip. Nope that was it, I cannot access anymore funds. Well, you gotta pay somehow. How about a credit card? I don't have anymore money. Well, we can call the police. Now I'm really getting scared! Images of a green and white BMW or some unseen bouncer bashing my skull in and dumping me in the field surrounding the place starts running through my head. Plus we are still sitting on the end of the bed stark naked. We went back and forth, you have to pay, I can't. I gave you everything earlier. I didn't understand your English when you said that was all. But you saw my money clip, empty, finito, das ende. I was scrambling and nervous. I really was out of options. I tried to argue that we had spent 3 1/2 hours in the rooms so that would be 350. No luck. I then argued that you asked if I wanted a present. The rule of a present is not to expect anything in return. Man I was scrambling and desperate.

Here is the time for my disclaimer: I started to date this dancer/stripper here who worked on Bourbon St a few months after Hurricane Katrina in early 2006. We really dug each other but the problem was that I worked all day, she worked all night. The only time we could hang out was a few hours each morning from 4-7am. We dug each other but just couldn't find the time to get to know one another. We decided that I could go by her work and hang out certain slow nights like Monday and Tuesday's. She was still working and on the clock, getting up to dance whenever her name was called but otherwise we would sit around and hang out. One night, we had the nerve to pull out a Monopoly board and played for hours. At the end of the night, I would give her a hundred or so to make up for missed money that she might have received from customers. It definitely wasn't what she could've made hustling non-stop but the upside was that we were spending time getting to know one another and it wasn't just an early morning booty call (not that there was anything wrong with that). That was the thinking behind my money decision. It wasn't that I had 350€ and I was paying for 3 1/2 hours of room sex time, I gave her the money for the talk time and everything else that went with that and I figured she could go off when needed to make money from other customers and when my 350 time was over, she would say goodbye and we would be done. That's was the thinking that now had me shaking due to a huge misunderstanding.

The only thing I could think was to offer to send it back once in America. I really was busted. My rental car had a hold on one credit card, my hotel was a free night from Marriott, and I had 20€ left over from groceries that I had planned to buy dinner with that night. The strange thing was that she now mentioned would I like to finish having sex. She pointed out that obviously I was not in the mood since the argument killed any erection I had. Thankfully she accepted my offer. I retrieved my personal effects from the locker and gave her all my personal info. She asked if I was going to stay in the club and relax. I said hell no, I wanted to run out of there, naked if it meant I could leave faster. I got dressed and ran up the steps to leave.

On the way up, it hit me. Nino from New Jack City: "It's not personal B, it's all business!"

I obviously had this look of terror on my face because all the girls who hours earlier had seen me in the heat of passion all over the club saw me nervous, pale, and sweaty. I just wanted to leave and everybody was staring at me. As I was waiting to get my wristband cut, she stood at the door and hugged me telling me it would be OK and we could stay in contact. I really did just want to leave but was also very disappointed because I really had been digging this girl. Once outside, I felt relief but fear. I half sprinted to the car and took off. I couldn't get far enough away. I went straight to the hotel, checked into the room, and promptly puked for the next two hours. I felt miserable, tried the juice, straight back up and out into the toilet, same with the fruit. I finally just packed everything for an early exit and locked the door. I don't even think I got undressed for bed.

After a sleepless night, I drove to the airport at 7am filling up the last tank of gas 53.21L for 82.95€. I turned in the rental car and checked in 3 hours early for my flight. I kept my fingers crossed because the news kept reporting that the striking workers had requested air traffic control to join in which would have shut down all of Frankfurt airport. Thank God the courts stepped in, stopped the ATC from striking, and I took off at 10:50am for Dublin. It was the first time I had relaxed the past 16 hours. Once we touched down, I checked my bags for the flight to New York and went to Slaney Bar. Used my last 20 for 4 Guinness pints and tried to relax. I rationalized that I could spend all my Euros because I wasn't coming back to the continent anyway. It wasn't just Oase or Frankfurt that was tainted, I couldn't imagine even flying across the Atlantic again. Caught my 3:45pm to New York which unfortunately had to land in the weather that killed all those people in the US Midwest.

My JetBlue flight boarded on time but due to a previous ground stop due to the weather, we got in line waiting on 31 planes to take off. After an hour of taxiing, we headed down the east coast where we would make a sharp right above Georgia to hopefully miss the storms. Nope, no such luck, we bounced the whole way and the flight attendants stayed strapped in the jump seat for the whole first hour. Just crap! Finally landed around 12:30am and drove home hopefully wiser but with a confused, new perspective.

I suppose there is an epilogue to this story because some communication has occurred since I returned. I still am on the fence as to what is right or wrong, whether I should ever return, am I retired as a monger? I mean c'mon, was I looking for the wrong thing anyway? Have I been trying too hard to provide a BFE instead of focusing on the strictly financial aspects of our hobby? No more real names, only aliases from now is the way to go? Wham, bam, thank you maam and/or hit it and quit it? I suppose that is one of the reasons several guys here prefer kamers instead of FKK's; it is a lot easier to cut an emotional cord after 15-20 minutes with minimal conversation. I do know that the more memorable encounters are those with attachments but I suppose they also have the most risk involved. It's easy to go into a room and fill a condom but does it mean more if you know her or she knows you. Perhaps?

I do know that immediately after the past two trips, within one week of my return, I had already bought planes tickets and made hotel reservations for the next trip. This time, no interest. My view point has become entirely cynical to the whole thing. If there is a next time, I will post because hopefully at least I provide folly for those wiser than myself. Until then....

This is a fantastic trip report. Thank you for taking the time to write it. I've enjoyed reading every aspect of the report until my heart stopped... I cannot imagine how you felt at that moment...

Mongering is such an unusual hobby. Every different mongerer comes at the hobby from a different perspective because where relationships and human interactions are concerned everyone comes at them from a different perspective. We all want something slightly different than the next when it comes to the girls and everyone has their own reasons to visit them.

Personally, I would only ever go to an FKK for a change of scenery and use of the excellent facilities some of them offer. I always have the line you quoted in my head. It's rarely personal and it's almost always business. By all means have a good time whilst you are with the girl but as soon as you leave the kamer, you leave the FKK or wherever put the girl out of your mind. Maybe that's easier said than done (especially after an FKK GFE)? Maybe putting the girl out of your mind is a learnt behaviour? Maybe I can do it because i'm young and care-free? Whilst i'm sure that successful relationships have developed between girls and their clients it more often than not ends in disaster.