Den Haag

Friday

After a delicious breakfast at my hotel in Antwerp, and one last look round the RLD there (a good number of girls had already started mid-morning), I made my way back to Antwerpen Centraal for the intercity to Den Haag to conclude my tour of the sacred and the profane. I had hoped to be in Den Haag early afternoon to check in to my hotel and get busy right away, but the trains were running way off schedule and I ended up having a gratis scenic tour of Zuid Holland courtesy of Belgian Rail and NS. Despite the inconvenience, I felt that I could hardly complain – from what I heard there were two people hit by trains on the same day, one in Belgium, one in the Netherlands between Rotterdam and Den Haag. The latter incident meant that no trains were running between those cities. I eventually arrived tired, irritable and in need of some female company.

Off I went to the Doubletstraat. It was a toss-up between there and Geleenstraat but I figured on the cheap and cheerful option for some instant gratification – some might say cheap and nasty! Doubletstraat definitely has that low-rent sleaze factor but my experience is that there are some great ladies and excellent service to be had here – if you play your cards right. I won’t pretend there aren’t some worryingly ill-looking or just plainly unattractive girls in this street – there are quite a few – but there are some gems too, like the one I met when wandering through one of the passageways, where one finds mainly Latin American ladies.

Maria, Doubletstraat 31p k7

Now, narrowing down exactly which Maria from the Dominican Republic I met is no easy task as they are evidently quite common in these indoor areas of the Doubletstraat, which echo to salsa sounds and the gossip of the barrio. This lady had a really pretty face, beautiful dark eyes and a beaming smile. She made me feel right at ease as soon as we started talking, so in I went, and I am glad I did. A really lovely experience was to be had here, inhaling the intoxicating perfume as I nuzzled the soft, dark skin, enveloped in her ample cleavage for the silly price of €25, no rush, no mention of time or any limit on positions.

One thing to be clear on here: although Maria was wearing a dark basque and leggings combo that attempted but failed to smooth out her curves, I knew she was on the BBW side but I didn’t quite realise just how full figured she was till she backed up her big ass to ride me reverse cowgirl. She was quite… ahem, well put together.

However, Maria was amazingly good company, we had a little dance to her music and a lot of laughs. She let me knock the rust off my Spanish as we got ready for action with just the right balance of sexiness (she groped my cock through my trousers, usually a good sign in my book), friendliness and fun. She gave a great BJ, really got into it in doggy but I found her especially good in missionary as we entwined our legs and she urged me on to an intense climax.

If it helps to identify here, as I was leaving, after further enjoyable chat, I noticed some BDSM accoutrements hanging by the door, so those services are offered too. I believe she usually works in other rooms. Like many of the girls here she seems to move around, making it hard to pin her down.

Saturday

A more relaxed and cultured day involving museum visits and suchlike, slightly spoiled by the rain, led on to my return to Doubletstraat with a hankering for more Latin passion, so late in the afternoon I took another tour of the passages and met a really pretty, smiling, light-skinned lady who had a sign for massage in her window. That really appealed to me as my extended travel day and lots of walking needed to get worked out of my system.

Larisssa, Doubletstraat 11/25p k5

Larissa was a curvy lady from Venezuela and although she didn’t speak English so well, she was very friendly and smiley. My token attempt at Spanish seemed appreciated. All the standard services I was after were OK and massage was her speciality, so that was a green light. She imitated bagpipes and a Highland dance when I told her where I was from, so I thought this is all good fun and a promising start.

Larissa got nude for an excellent, firm and thorough massage. That was great. What was not great was that someone phoned her and she took the call. That’s annoying but then she kept talking. I’ll admit it was kind of cheeky fun to have her play with my cock while I groped her nice C-D cup boobs as she talked to this apparently oblivious person but enough was enough. I patted her ass to wrap it up and she finally hung up, but not before she’d talked just long enough to indicate she was taking her own time. Service? Hello?

Well, the ensuing sex was fine in the first couple of positions, but she started complaining of cramp in cowgirl. While there was no clock-watching or rush, I could feel that real sense she just wanted the deed done. “No problem, lie forward on me so I can fuck you”, I said, planning to give her what-for till I got there. However, maybe she could tell what was coming so she moved her body up a little until I was virtually fucking fresh air. I was amazed that I somehow managed to finish.

The final straw was afterwards, she hopped off and went to pee in a basin, then washed it down the sink. Let’s just mark this one down to some big cultural differences at play, to put it mildly. I won’t be back, no matter how sweetly she smiles at me!

Annoyingly, as soon as I left her I saw Mary from Cuba, with whom I had a great time last year, in a kamer just round the corner. I wished I’d seen her free earlier. She seemed to be in the midst of a verbal altercation with some punter, so I just went on my way.

Later in the evening, I planned to get in a good few beers at De Paas (a good bar with many Belgian beers) and aimed to have my mongering done for the day by then – it doesn’t pay here to be too late as the RLDs close much earlier than in Amsterdam. So I headed off to the Geleenstraat / Hunsestraat area – as you may or may not be aware, this pedestrianized area looks something like a suburban shopping parade but is lined with the ladies’ kamers and a trio of covered passages. In many cases, rather than being directly behind the girl’s window, the rooms for business can be inside a building that’s more like a regular brothel, with specialist play rooms for BDSM and more facilities for the girls. The girl will buzz you in to a main door and you go along with her to her room. As it happened, on this occasion a lot of rooms seemed either empty or curtains closed and the choice was so-so. In this sort of situation my patience starts to wear thin and my judgement can go a little bit awry…

Joyce, Hunsestraat 37 k2

I have always wanted to do it with a big, busty, brassy Dutch blonde and this lady initially fitted the bill. I was intrigued by the NL sign and what might be revealed when the closed curtain parted. When it opened, I saw Joyce was definitely on the mature side but as she had poured herself into a figure-hugging white dress that barely contained her boobs, and she was friendly enough, I decided to go in. In retrospect, I can’t help feeling that she seemed a little surprised that I wanted to come in. Was that a bad sign? Hmm…

Anyway, we got down to business and Joyce’s BJ was good if a little toothy, surprising for a lady of obvious experience, but the sex was really not up to scratch. I wasn’t allowed to touch her elaborately coiffed hair. She seemed to be out of puff in cowgirl. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I couldn’t finish so she took me in hand. This didn’t do much. It didn’t help that her tug job completely neglected the fact that yes, my cock IS still attached to my body, though after she was finished, only just! Jesus. It was all a little strange – she was good to talk to and we parted on good terms but what happened in between was just one to chalk up to experience – a real classic commercial sex transaction. In years to come, if I even remember this encounter, I am sure I will say to myself: “What the fuck were you thinking about?” I will learn to be patient one of these days.

Sunday

Simone(a) Geleenstraat 126a k1

After a pleasant day, much of which was spent trailing round the lovely canals of Leiden, I had planned a decent dinner and therefore wanted to get my business done sooner rather than later. So I took a late afternoon – I suspect too late afternoon given clear signs of shift-change and a lot of empty windows that even had the local punters grumbling - visit to Geleenstraat where the pickings were very slim indeed. I was struggling and again running out of patience, but finally selected this slender, petite Hungarian. Introducing herself as Simone, she did cut an attractive figure in the window, what with her sweet smile and long dark hair. At first impressions she seemed fine and friendly, the negotiations straightforward for a €50 session and so she buzzed me in and we went through to her room in a corridor a little back from the windows. However, if I had read the reviews on Hookers.nl first I would never have gone in.

As I followed her I realised she was a good bit skinnier than I would normally go for, a bit like one of those waifs one might see in a Max Hardcore movie. In the room, she offered me a cold drink and we had a little chat as she struggled to finish a text message (she surreptitiously checked her phone every time she thought I wasn’t looking…). This was a little awkward as her English wasn’t so good, though funnily enough not so bad that she couldn’t hit me with an upsell! Still, I was enjoying myself and relaxing with her and I decided to go with the offer of kissing, touching anywhere, OWO and DATY for the extra 50.

So we got naked and started kissing (more like porno-style tongue fencing than real DFK) then I lay back to receive my BBBJ. Simone took my cock in hand and then proceeded to offer me everything - and I mean everything - without for another 50. As it happens I truly didn’t have any more cash but I was mainly concerned about getting over the minor panic attack her blunt offer had just provoked and keeping this session on track. I gently dissuaded her from pursuing this course due to my empty wallet. Much to my relief she relented and got back to the BJ, which was great. But I decided to pass on the DATY…

Simone rubbered me up and I got into her in doggy. I must say once she concentrated properly on the task at hand she was a lot of fun and as she was so petite it was easy to manoeuvre her as I wished. It was no problem to touch and finger her ass and I could see us in the long mirror beside the bed, and she kept her eyes on me, all quite inspiring. She rode me intently in cowgirl like she really meant it, and looked me straight in the eye as I finished. She stayed on top till the sensations subsided, again a nice touch not to just hop off and clean up the moment the deed is done.

Despite some concerns, I must say I enjoyed this session in many ways, even though I know all the upsell and Simone’s willingness to take such huge risks for such little reward will seem quite unattractive. Even less so are the thoughts of what might actually motivate such behaviour. But when all was said and done, the truth is I get a virtually instant boner just thinking about Simone – she was just one horny, dirty little girl.

This turned out to be the last session of the trip as on a drizzly Monday morning I just couldn’t find anyone suitably inspiring even though the windows of Doubletstraat were already busy by 11. I wandered around frittering away my limited time, bumping into Larissa working a Monday after telling me quite vehemently she only did 2 days a week, weekends only – don’t believe the stories. I did speak to one attractive lady but when I saw the tiny size of her kamer with the bed crammed in at a bizarre angle, I just though I can’t put up with that. The look in her eyes said, I know, but what can I do? Slightly depressing. There were definitely some good looking girls but my dithering meant the clock was against me and it was time to catch a train to Schiphol for that lonely old flight home.

Till the next time.