He had been planning for a long time - my birthday this year should be something very special. An extraordinary day with a special lady. My tigress. There would be two more anniversaries: My 25th date with Christin and 35 years of P6. Reason enough to let it rip soooo real.
Even when planning my celebration, one thing became clear: there is too much to do for an overnight. So it should be a full-time escort. Saving was the order of the day.
The main item on the program, which everything else should be about, would be a musical. Unfortunately, this was how it looked to me to be thwarted. “We will rock you” paused on my special day, “Tanz der Vampire” was sold out, except for a few really cheap single seats.
For weeks I tried somehow to get tickets, often asked whether any had been returned, but to no avail. A desperate phone call with the hotel that had already been booked brought the no longer hoped for rescue: You would still have tickets of the desired category 2 in stock (1 would have been utopian) and would like to make my booking from the suite to the musical package with suite. The party was saved - I was able to keep my promise to Christin, Plan B disappeared in the drawer.
I arrived at the hotel at noon at noon, preparations had to be made. The champagne had to be put in the misappropriated minibar for cooling, the buffet had to be set up (I can do that, I'm a specialist).
Finally - 2 hours later everything was ready, time to visit the Collonaden a bit (think, now you also know where the whole thing took place). Happy surprise when we returned to our suite - it was already there. What a sight: skin-tight jeans that emphasized her 113 cm long legs in an almost indecent way, a white, transparent blouse that not only allowed the indentation of the bodice worn underneath, but provocatively invited, almost challenged. Her white-blonde, long hair was braided in a braid, she sat there, smiling at me, with a smile that also spoke volumes without a word - novels, books, the content of which is certainly not suitable for young people under the age of 18. We hugged, kissed -long and intense. I felt her body, no sheet of paper would have fit between us I tasted her lipstick, was clouded by the scent of her hair, her perfume. A messenger from Olympus, sent by Zeus personally, to accompany me on this day. We stood arm in arm at the window of our suite on the 12th floor, enjoying the view over Stuttgart, which was at our feet, the Badener and the Tigress.
There was a lot to tell, just as if we hadn't seen each other in years, not just a few days. But we quickly turned to non-verbal conversation, cuddling and smooching we let ourselves fall into a trough of emotions. The first bottle of champagne was opened, along with strawberries and cream.
But soon it was time to set off. The palladium opened its doors. We were overwhelmed. A wonderful theater, made for dance. Our seats were on the first balcony, in the middle, not too close, but also not too far from the stage. A wonderful production. Professor Ambrosius was a perfect reincarnation of the professor from the terrific Polanski film from 1967, the landlord's daughter Sarah was in no way inferior to Sharon Tate. If she was made for this role, Count Krolock was a revelation. Three curtains and standing applause - not too much for this wonderful performance. Perhaps a brief mention: The soundtrack was written by Jim Steinman, who wrote the first Meat Loaf releases, and there was no denying that the music was related.
The reserved table awaited us in the hotel. As always (we weren't there for the first time), a wonderful dinner was celebrated. Spicy coconut soup with mango espruma, saddle of veal from the grill with a herb topping on braised vine tomatoes and wild garlic noodles, asparagus and honey mousse on raspberry and rhubarb groats. In addition, a wonderfully fruity wine. The most beautiful dessert, however, sat across from me - Christian - beautiful and seductive like never before. My senses were not eating, they were on a cloud, together with Christin, rose with her into the heavenly kingdom of lust, desire and eroticism. Her hand caressed mine, electrified me, promised me things that cannot be spoken, for which there are no words, no descriptions, things that are just so beautiful that they have to be left unsaid,
It was still not there. I was still not allowed to retreat to the land of eroticism with my tigress. I was still not allowed to retreat to the soft pillows of our suite with her, to indulge our lust and sensuality. The casino should be our next item on the agenda. I love to let the ball roll, that slight thrill when the inevitable “rien ne va plus” comes along, the sound of the ball clattering looking for a number, decides on luck or defeat. Christin also loves the game, reason enough to enjoy the ambience of the casino. Upon entering, all eyes were on us, on the beauty next to me, my queen of the night. At that moment I knew - all men just envy me, all women hate Christians, whom they are currently in the second link of attention. It was shortly before midnight, and Christin asked me not to turn to the game, but first to sit down at the bar and enjoy a cocktail. Midnight - I was in her arms, a long, tender kiss said goodbye to the old year, led me over to a new one. Champagne was ordered, Christin very close to me - how wonderfully a new year could begin.
We turned to the game, two completely different characters. Christin - more of the emotional type, she plays more from her gut, she uses her emotions, but always included the zero in the game, which ultimately brought her success. She won a Cheval once, and once it was zero.
I, on the other hand, was more of a thoughtful player, bet according to plan and a small, own system - luck was on my side too. So both tactics worked - we both left the casino with a reasonable winnings.
Finally in the hotel, finally in the elevator up to the 12th floor. Finally alone-for two. The lift was enveloped by her scent, her sensuality, her eroticism. Our lips touched wildly demanding, knowing that the wait would finally come to an end. The climax of the night was imminent. My hands caressed her breasts, her hand, searching, searching, made its way into my pants, looking for him, the ready-to-go guard of lust. He quickly changed his shape, fluffed himself up, made the fat one. The elevator door opened and Christin stopped packing Old Faithful, keeping him on constant alert on the way to the suite. The door closed behind us and we fell upon each other like hungry predators. We literally tore our clothes off, at some point we found ourselves in the shower. We played with the shower jet, our tongues wandered over our trembling bodies, a foreplay that whetted the appetite for more - much more. We dried each other off, walked hand in hand towards the inviting, soft bed, let ourselves fall, kissed, caressed each other. Christin sprayed my body with cream, dipped strawberries in them, nibbled on them with relish. I tried to top that, smeared her wonderful breasts with caviar, licked it off, pulled a sturgeon-egg trail down to her treasure chest, licked her clean until I finally found my way to her pleasure center. My tongue slid over her tasty pu..y, made its way into it, ensured a steady increase in the moisture level in Christin's love grotto. I greedily sipped what was offered to me Christin's love juice, just for me. Her hands caressed my head, held it tight, her legs clung to it so that it was in the most convenient and comfortable position for her. I lost track of time, were it minutes or hours that I served Christian, was her leak slave, the vicarious agent of her lust. A slight moan escaped Christin's mouth, her body moved - at first rhythmically, but quickly lost this rhythm, he danced, the dance of her excitement and lust and my tongue beat the beat. Finally she turned to me, opened a new bottle of champagne, let the chilled grape juice flow over my body, licked it off. Tenderly she took my prick, trembling with lust, in her mouth, let it disappear very deeply. Christin let her tongue slide over my shaft, played around the acorn lovingly - again and again it disappeared completely into her mouth. She played with my balls, teased Old Faithful with light, hot bites, drove me insane. Her finger had finally found its target, digging slowly, provocatively, provocatively into my ass. What a feeling of well-being to be driven to the extreme by Christin, to be constantly on the verge of orgasm, but to be controlled by her in such a way that it did not, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of total lust and excitement. She licked and What a feeling of well-being to be pushed to the extreme by Christin, to be constantly on the verge of orgasm, but to be controlled by her in such a way that it did not, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of total lust and excitement. She licked and What a feeling of well-being to be pushed to the extreme by Christin, to be constantly on the verge of orgasm, but to be controlled by her in such a way that it did not, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of total lust and excitement. She licked and***** me at the same time, drove me forward, let me feel what real horniness is. My body reared up, twitched uncontrollably like a dervish gone wild, relaxed, only to continue dancing right away. My hands searched, found her body, caressed it, explored every square inch. I couldn't hold it anymore, I poured myself into her mouth. Christin kissed me, gave me everything back. We lay cuddling together, forgetting time and the world. At some point a look at the clock - I was shocked, 6 o'clock in the morning. We let our lust drift for a full three hours.
The sun tickled my nose. 8 o'clock in the morning. After too much champagne and sex but far too little sleep I woke up next to Christin, still holding her in my arms. Christin blinked too, woke up, opened her eyes. What an awakening in the new year of life, with a Christian in my arms, to be greeted by her with a kiss.
Another cuddling round followed, before we went to the Swabian springs to finally get fit, to please the morning (at least the male) with a special sight - Christian women.
Then my goddess said goodbye, I lay on the bed a little longer, had the pillow she was lying on in my arms, inhaled her scent and dreamed.
Actually, I wasn't driven home straight away. I wanted to stop in Böblingen to visit the cherry blossom (sakura) again. They seemed to know that it was my birthday - I was already greeted with a glass of prosecco.
Some girls were already there when I checked in, for example Elli from Greece, Jasmina / Poland and some of the Romanian parliamentary group.
After the first sauna session, a girl I didn't know hit me up. She introduced herself as Natascha / Russia. Even if she did not exactly embody my preferred prey scheme, I have had only good experiences with Russians so far. So we retired to one of the cozy sitting areas. It all started pretty well. Initially nice, deep, wet kisses with tongue, but the good impression didn't even last (what felt like) two minutes. Their FO ended pretty quickly too, and Old Faithful was given the raincoat. She wasn't up to it at all, the procedure dragged on for too long and was also very painful. Now she suddenly began to recoil, wanted to extend it to an hour, and urged me to take an oral examination for an extra charge. There were no more French kisses, no, not only that, there was no kissing at all. But there was moaning-artificial, because it wasn't there at the time. I really only wanted one thing: to end this farce as quickly as possible and to break off without unloading.
Later I found out who the alleged Natascha really was: Natalie from Bulgaria. According to reports from other colleagues, she seems to be traveling on this tour, as she is said to have pretended to be Romanian.
After this flop, wellness was the name of the game before I turned to the cinematic masterpieces on display in the cinema. After a while a girl sat down next to me, long black hair, very slim, estimated 22. Simonna from Romania. Somehow I liked her straight away. I noticed right away that I had a fun-loving, unobtrusive girl next to me. But one thing I didn't know - not yet: What a great, hot sweeper Simonna is despite her youthfulness.
Her touch somehow electrifies, whets the appetite for more, invites you to do the same, to explore your body with cheeky hands. Their kisses, savory, deep and moist should never end, they scream for more. She kissed down my body, headed purposefully towards Old Faithful, with whom she quickly had an intense conversation in the language of our Gallic neighbors. And she has a perfect command of this language - Simonna. To call your FO top class would be an understatement. We moved upstairs to the pop mattress, here Simonna lay down on me, continued to suck on my bar, invitingly held her sweet P..sy towards me. And how I accepted this invitation. Simonna really enjoyed being active and passive at the same time. And I shared this joy with her. Simonna got wet quickly, very wet. She put the rubber on, sat on me and rode off like once on the CHIO (laughs). It wasn't a stupid, monotonous up and down, Simonna let her pelvis circled, worked with her muscles, made me almost go crazy with excitement and lust. But I still wanted to have her in the missio, to see her excited look, while I pleased her, she wanted to kiss.
Simonna began to bite my nipples lightly with excitement, made me even hornier, I asked her to bite harder, she complied with this request, steered me into unexpected spheres of excitement until I finally poured myself into the rubber. For a while we lay sweaty and cuddled together. Simonna- a top act of Sakura.
Exhausted, I decided to do a wellness session first to regain my strength. Back at the bar I saw her again - Ilina from Ukraine. I already had a great date with her on my last visit to Sakura. At that time she was still blonde, now reddish hair increases her attractiveness many times over. Got, got, got-pounded it in my head. Relatively quickly we found ourselves cuddling in one of the sitting areas, relatively quickly we left it again, hand in hand changing to one of the inviting rooms. As soon as it went up, Old Faithful showed format, fluffed up. I couldn't wait to lie on the round bed with Ilina, to taste their kisses. Their kisses were not like the last time they met-no, she had learned something new. She's a top smooch with a tongue which is always on the move. Your FO is an ode to lust, she also likes to be***** n and drive to orgasm. At some point she sat on top of me - I was frightened. Was the rubber on it? I hadn't noticed anything, but Illina calmed me down - everything was okay. The girl had actually put the rubber on me so professionally (in a positive sense) that I didn't notice anything. She rode me to the end, again I refilled the rubber. Another longer round of AST, smooching and caressing.
Midnight. Time to go to your home country. Two wonderful days were drawing to a close, days I will never forget.
Even when planning my celebration, one thing became clear: there is too much to do for an overnight. So it should be a full-time escort. Saving was the order of the day.
The main item on the program, which everything else should be about, would be a musical. Unfortunately, this was how it looked to me to be thwarted. “We will rock you” paused on my special day, “Tanz der Vampire” was sold out, except for a few really cheap single seats.
For weeks I tried somehow to get tickets, often asked whether any had been returned, but to no avail. A desperate phone call with the hotel that had already been booked brought the no longer hoped for rescue: You would still have tickets of the desired category 2 in stock (1 would have been utopian) and would like to make my booking from the suite to the musical package with suite. The party was saved - I was able to keep my promise to Christin, Plan B disappeared in the drawer.
I arrived at the hotel at noon at noon, preparations had to be made. The champagne had to be put in the misappropriated minibar for cooling, the buffet had to be set up (I can do that, I'm a specialist).
Finally - 2 hours later everything was ready, time to visit the Collonaden a bit (think, now you also know where the whole thing took place). Happy surprise when we returned to our suite - it was already there. What a sight: skin-tight jeans that emphasized her 113 cm long legs in an almost indecent way, a white, transparent blouse that not only allowed the indentation of the bodice worn underneath, but provocatively invited, almost challenged. Her white-blonde, long hair was braided in a braid, she sat there, smiling at me, with a smile that also spoke volumes without a word - novels, books, the content of which is certainly not suitable for young people under the age of 18. We hugged, kissed -long and intense. I felt her body, no sheet of paper would have fit between us I tasted her lipstick, was clouded by the scent of her hair, her perfume. A messenger from Olympus, sent by Zeus personally, to accompany me on this day. We stood arm in arm at the window of our suite on the 12th floor, enjoying the view over Stuttgart, which was at our feet, the Badener and the Tigress.
There was a lot to tell, just as if we hadn't seen each other in years, not just a few days. But we quickly turned to non-verbal conversation, cuddling and smooching we let ourselves fall into a trough of emotions. The first bottle of champagne was opened, along with strawberries and cream.
But soon it was time to set off. The palladium opened its doors. We were overwhelmed. A wonderful theater, made for dance. Our seats were on the first balcony, in the middle, not too close, but also not too far from the stage. A wonderful production. Professor Ambrosius was a perfect reincarnation of the professor from the terrific Polanski film from 1967, the landlord's daughter Sarah was in no way inferior to Sharon Tate. If she was made for this role, Count Krolock was a revelation. Three curtains and standing applause - not too much for this wonderful performance. Perhaps a brief mention: The soundtrack was written by Jim Steinman, who wrote the first Meat Loaf releases, and there was no denying that the music was related.
The reserved table awaited us in the hotel. As always (we weren't there for the first time), a wonderful dinner was celebrated. Spicy coconut soup with mango espruma, saddle of veal from the grill with a herb topping on braised vine tomatoes and wild garlic noodles, asparagus and honey mousse on raspberry and rhubarb groats. In addition, a wonderfully fruity wine. The most beautiful dessert, however, sat across from me - Christian - beautiful and seductive like never before. My senses were not eating, they were on a cloud, together with Christin, rose with her into the heavenly kingdom of lust, desire and eroticism. Her hand caressed mine, electrified me, promised me things that cannot be spoken, for which there are no words, no descriptions, things that are just so beautiful that they have to be left unsaid,
It was still not there. I was still not allowed to retreat to the land of eroticism with my tigress. I was still not allowed to retreat to the soft pillows of our suite with her, to indulge our lust and sensuality. The casino should be our next item on the agenda. I love to let the ball roll, that slight thrill when the inevitable “rien ne va plus” comes along, the sound of the ball clattering looking for a number, decides on luck or defeat. Christin also loves the game, reason enough to enjoy the ambience of the casino. Upon entering, all eyes were on us, on the beauty next to me, my queen of the night. At that moment I knew - all men just envy me, all women hate Christians, whom they are currently in the second link of attention. It was shortly before midnight, and Christin asked me not to turn to the game, but first to sit down at the bar and enjoy a cocktail. Midnight - I was in her arms, a long, tender kiss said goodbye to the old year, led me over to a new one. Champagne was ordered, Christin very close to me - how wonderfully a new year could begin.
We turned to the game, two completely different characters. Christin - more of the emotional type, she plays more from her gut, she uses her emotions, but always included the zero in the game, which ultimately brought her success. She won a Cheval once, and once it was zero.
I, on the other hand, was more of a thoughtful player, bet according to plan and a small, own system - luck was on my side too. So both tactics worked - we both left the casino with a reasonable winnings.
Finally in the hotel, finally in the elevator up to the 12th floor. Finally alone-for two. The lift was enveloped by her scent, her sensuality, her eroticism. Our lips touched wildly demanding, knowing that the wait would finally come to an end. The climax of the night was imminent. My hands caressed her breasts, her hand, searching, searching, made its way into my pants, looking for him, the ready-to-go guard of lust. He quickly changed his shape, fluffed himself up, made the fat one. The elevator door opened and Christin stopped packing Old Faithful, keeping him on constant alert on the way to the suite. The door closed behind us and we fell upon each other like hungry predators. We literally tore our clothes off, at some point we found ourselves in the shower. We played with the shower jet, our tongues wandered over our trembling bodies, a foreplay that whetted the appetite for more - much more. We dried each other off, walked hand in hand towards the inviting, soft bed, let ourselves fall, kissed, caressed each other. Christin sprayed my body with cream, dipped strawberries in them, nibbled on them with relish. I tried to top that, smeared her wonderful breasts with caviar, licked it off, pulled a sturgeon-egg trail down to her treasure chest, licked her clean until I finally found my way to her pleasure center. My tongue slid over her tasty pu..y, made its way into it, ensured a steady increase in the moisture level in Christin's love grotto. I greedily sipped what was offered to me Christin's love juice, just for me. Her hands caressed my head, held it tight, her legs clung to it so that it was in the most convenient and comfortable position for her. I lost track of time, were it minutes or hours that I served Christian, was her leak slave, the vicarious agent of her lust. A slight moan escaped Christin's mouth, her body moved - at first rhythmically, but quickly lost this rhythm, he danced, the dance of her excitement and lust and my tongue beat the beat. Finally she turned to me, opened a new bottle of champagne, let the chilled grape juice flow over my body, licked it off. Tenderly she took my prick, trembling with lust, in her mouth, let it disappear very deeply. Christin let her tongue slide over my shaft, played around the acorn lovingly - again and again it disappeared completely into her mouth. She played with my balls, teased Old Faithful with light, hot bites, drove me insane. Her finger had finally found its target, digging slowly, provocatively, provocatively into my ass. What a feeling of well-being to be driven to the extreme by Christin, to be constantly on the verge of orgasm, but to be controlled by her in such a way that it did not, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of total lust and excitement. She licked and What a feeling of well-being to be pushed to the extreme by Christin, to be constantly on the verge of orgasm, but to be controlled by her in such a way that it did not, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of total lust and excitement. She licked and What a feeling of well-being to be pushed to the extreme by Christin, to be constantly on the verge of orgasm, but to be controlled by her in such a way that it did not, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of total lust and excitement. She licked and***** me at the same time, drove me forward, let me feel what real horniness is. My body reared up, twitched uncontrollably like a dervish gone wild, relaxed, only to continue dancing right away. My hands searched, found her body, caressed it, explored every square inch. I couldn't hold it anymore, I poured myself into her mouth. Christin kissed me, gave me everything back. We lay cuddling together, forgetting time and the world. At some point a look at the clock - I was shocked, 6 o'clock in the morning. We let our lust drift for a full three hours.
The sun tickled my nose. 8 o'clock in the morning. After too much champagne and sex but far too little sleep I woke up next to Christin, still holding her in my arms. Christin blinked too, woke up, opened her eyes. What an awakening in the new year of life, with a Christian in my arms, to be greeted by her with a kiss.
Another cuddling round followed, before we went to the Swabian springs to finally get fit, to please the morning (at least the male) with a special sight - Christian women.
Then my goddess said goodbye, I lay on the bed a little longer, had the pillow she was lying on in my arms, inhaled her scent and dreamed.
Actually, I wasn't driven home straight away. I wanted to stop in Böblingen to visit the cherry blossom (sakura) again. They seemed to know that it was my birthday - I was already greeted with a glass of prosecco.
Some girls were already there when I checked in, for example Elli from Greece, Jasmina / Poland and some of the Romanian parliamentary group.
After the first sauna session, a girl I didn't know hit me up. She introduced herself as Natascha / Russia. Even if she did not exactly embody my preferred prey scheme, I have had only good experiences with Russians so far. So we retired to one of the cozy sitting areas. It all started pretty well. Initially nice, deep, wet kisses with tongue, but the good impression didn't even last (what felt like) two minutes. Their FO ended pretty quickly too, and Old Faithful was given the raincoat. She wasn't up to it at all, the procedure dragged on for too long and was also very painful. Now she suddenly began to recoil, wanted to extend it to an hour, and urged me to take an oral examination for an extra charge. There were no more French kisses, no, not only that, there was no kissing at all. But there was moaning-artificial, because it wasn't there at the time. I really only wanted one thing: to end this farce as quickly as possible and to break off without unloading.
Later I found out who the alleged Natascha really was: Natalie from Bulgaria. According to reports from other colleagues, she seems to be traveling on this tour, as she is said to have pretended to be Romanian.
After this flop, wellness was the name of the game before I turned to the cinematic masterpieces on display in the cinema. After a while a girl sat down next to me, long black hair, very slim, estimated 22. Simonna from Romania. Somehow I liked her straight away. I noticed right away that I had a fun-loving, unobtrusive girl next to me. But one thing I didn't know - not yet: What a great, hot sweeper Simonna is despite her youthfulness.
Her touch somehow electrifies, whets the appetite for more, invites you to do the same, to explore your body with cheeky hands. Their kisses, savory, deep and moist should never end, they scream for more. She kissed down my body, headed purposefully towards Old Faithful, with whom she quickly had an intense conversation in the language of our Gallic neighbors. And she has a perfect command of this language - Simonna. To call your FO top class would be an understatement. We moved upstairs to the pop mattress, here Simonna lay down on me, continued to suck on my bar, invitingly held her sweet P..sy towards me. And how I accepted this invitation. Simonna really enjoyed being active and passive at the same time. And I shared this joy with her. Simonna got wet quickly, very wet. She put the rubber on, sat on me and rode off like once on the CHIO (laughs). It wasn't a stupid, monotonous up and down, Simonna let her pelvis circled, worked with her muscles, made me almost go crazy with excitement and lust. But I still wanted to have her in the missio, to see her excited look, while I pleased her, she wanted to kiss.
Simonna began to bite my nipples lightly with excitement, made me even hornier, I asked her to bite harder, she complied with this request, steered me into unexpected spheres of excitement until I finally poured myself into the rubber. For a while we lay sweaty and cuddled together. Simonna- a top act of Sakura.
Exhausted, I decided to do a wellness session first to regain my strength. Back at the bar I saw her again - Ilina from Ukraine. I already had a great date with her on my last visit to Sakura. At that time she was still blonde, now reddish hair increases her attractiveness many times over. Got, got, got-pounded it in my head. Relatively quickly we found ourselves cuddling in one of the sitting areas, relatively quickly we left it again, hand in hand changing to one of the inviting rooms. As soon as it went up, Old Faithful showed format, fluffed up. I couldn't wait to lie on the round bed with Ilina, to taste their kisses. Their kisses were not like the last time they met-no, she had learned something new. She's a top smooch with a tongue which is always on the move. Your FO is an ode to lust, she also likes to be***** n and drive to orgasm. At some point she sat on top of me - I was frightened. Was the rubber on it? I hadn't noticed anything, but Illina calmed me down - everything was okay. The girl had actually put the rubber on me so professionally (in a positive sense) that I didn't notice anything. She rode me to the end, again I refilled the rubber. Another longer round of AST, smooching and caressing.
Midnight. Time to go to your home country. Two wonderful days were drawing to a close, days I will never forget.
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