It had been in the planning for a long time - my birthday this year was supposed to 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 really let it rip.
As soon as I was planning my party, one thing became clear: there is too much program for one night. So it should be an all-day escort. Saving was announced.
The main item on the program, around which everything else should revolve, would be a musical. But unfortunately, it looked like I was going to be thwarted. "We will rock you" took a break on my special day, "Tanz der Vampire" was sold out, except for a few really cheap single tickets.
For weeks I tried somehow to get tickets, asking more often if any were returned, to no avail. A desperate phone call to the hotel that had already been booked brought the unexpected salvation: they still had tickets for 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 into the drawer.
I arrived at the hotel at 12 noon, preparations had to be made. The champagne had to be set up in the mini-bar for the purpose of cooling, the buffet (I can do something like that, I'm a specialist).
Finally-2 hours later everything was prepared, time to visit the Collonades (think, now you know where the whole thing took place). Pleasant surprise upon returning 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 look on the bodice worn underneath, but also provocatively invited, downright challenged. Her long, white-blond hair braided into a ponytail, she sat there, smiled at me, with a smile that also wordlessly spoke whole volumes of novels, books whose content 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 overcome by the scent of her hair, her perfume. An emissary from Olympus sent by Zeus himself 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 lay at our feet, the Badener and the Tigress.
There was a lot to talk about, just as if we hadn't seen each other for years, not just a few days. But we quickly turned to non-verbal conversation, cuddling and kissing 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 leave. The Palladium opened its doors. We were overwhelmed. A beautiful theater made for dance. Our seats were on the first balcony, in the middle, not too close but not too far from the stage. A wonderful staging. Professor Ambrosius was a perfect reincarnation of the professor from the great Polanski film from 1967, landlord's daughter Sarah was in no way inferior to Sharon Tate. If she was made for the role, Count Krolock was a revelation. Three curtains and a standing ovation - not too much for this wonderful performance. Just a quick mention, perhaps: the soundtrack was written by Jim Steinman, who wrote the first releases of Meat Loaf, and there was no denying the musical affinity.
The reserved table was waiting for us in the hotel. A wonderful dinner was celebrated as always (we were not there for the first time). Spicy coconut soup with mango espuma, grilled saddle of veal with herb topping, braised tomatoes on the vine and wild garlic noodles, asparagus and honey mousse on raspberry and rhubarb groats. Accompanied by a wonderfully fruity wine. But the most beautiful dessert sat across from me-Christine-beautiful and seductive as never before. My senses weren't eating, they were on a cloud, together with Christin, ascending with her to the heavenly kingdom of lust, desire and eroticism. Her hand caressed mine, electrified me, promised me things that cannot be said, for which there are no words, no descriptions.Things that are just so beautiful that they must be left unsaid,
It still wasn't time. I was still not allowed to retire to the land of eroticism with my tigress. I was still not allowed to retire with her to the soft pillows of our suite, to indulge in our lust and sensuality. The casino should be our next program item. I love letting the ball roll, that slight thrill when the inevitable "rien ne va plus" comes, the sound of the ball clattering in search of a number decides on luck or defeat. Christin also loves the game, reason enough to enjoy the ambiance of the casino. Upon entering, all eyes were on us, on the beauty next to me, my queen of the night. I knew at that moment - all men envy me, all women hate Christin, who puts her in the second place of attention. It was shortly before midnight, Christin asked me not to turn to the game yet, to first sit at the bar and enjoy a cocktail. Midnight-I lay in her arms, a long, tender kiss said goodbye to the old year of my life, led me over to a new one. Champagne was ordered, Christin very close to me - how wonderful could a new year of life begin.
We turned to the game, two completely different characters. Christin - more the emotional type, she plays more from the gut, she bets according to feeling, but always included the zero in the game, which ultimately brought her success. She won a Cheval once and dropped zero once.
I, on the other hand, was more of a thoughtful player, betting according to plan and using my own small system – luck was on my side too. So both tactics worked - we both left the casino with a reasonable winning amount.
Finally in the hotel, finally in the elevator up to the 12th floor. Finally alone for two. The lift was wrapped in her scent, her sensuality, her eroticism. Our lips touched wildly demanding, knowing the wait was finally over. The highlight of the night was approaching. My hands caressed her breasts, her hand made its way, searching, exploring, into my pants, looking for him, the ready-to-use guard of lust. He quickly changed his shape, fluffed up, made the fat one. The elevator door opened, Christin unpacking Old Faithful, keeping him on constant alert on the way to the suite. The door closed behind us, we fell on each other like hungry predators. We literally ripped our clothes off and at some point we found ourselves in the shower. We played with the spray, our tongues wandering over our trembling bodies, a foreplay that whetted our 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, smearing caviar on her beautiful breasts, licking it off, tracing a sturgeon egg trail down to her treasure chest, licking her clean until I finally found my way to her pleasure center. My tongue glided over her delicious Pu..y, paved the way in, caused a steady increase in the moisture level in Christin's love grotto. I greedily sipped what was offered to me Christine's love juice, just for me. Her hands caressed my head, held it tight, her legs clamped it so that it took the most convenient and comfortable position for her. I lost my sense of time, whether it was minutes or hours that I served Christin, was her licking slave, the vicarious agent of her lust. Light moaning 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 trembling cock into her mouth and let him disappear deeply. Christin ran her tongue over my shaft lovingly played around the glans - again and again it disappeared completely in her mouth. She toyed with my balls, teasing Old Faithful with light, horny bites, driving me insane. Her finger had finally found its target, boring slowly, provokingly, provocatively into my ass. 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 didn't, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of utter 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 didn't, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of utter 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 didn't, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of utter lust and excitement. She licked and**** me at the same time, drove me forward, let me feel what real horniness is. My body bucked, twitched uncontrollably like a dervish gone mad, relaxed, only to dance again. My hands searched, found her body, stroked it, explored every square inch. I couldn't hold it anymore, I spilled into her mouth. Christin kissed me, gave me everything back. We lay cuddling together, forgetting time and the world. At some point I looked at the clock - I was startled, 6 o'clock in the morning. We had let our lust drive us for a whopping 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. Christin also blinked, woke up, opened her eyes. What an awakening in the new year of life, with Christin in your arms, to be greeted with a kiss by her.
Another round of cuddling followed, before we went to the Swabian springs to finally get in shape, to delight the morning (at least the male ones) with a special sight-Christin.
Then my goddess said goodbye, I lay on the bed for a while, held the pillow she was lying on, breathed in her scent and dreamed.
Actually, it didn't make me go home right away. I wanted to make a stop in Böblingen, 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 faction.
After the first sauna session, a girl I didn't know approached me. She introduced herself as Natascha/Russia. Even if she wasn't exactly my preferred prey scheme, I've only had good experiences with Russians so far. So we retreated to one of the cozy seating areas. Actually everything started quite well. Initially nice, deep, wet French kisses, but the good impression didn't even last (felt) two minutes. Her FO was also over fairly quickly and Old Faithful was given the raincoat. She didn't have it at all, the procedure took too long and was also very painful. Now she suddenly started to catch up, wanted to extend it to an hour, urged me to record by mouth for an additional charge. French kisses were no more, no, not only that, there was no more kissing at all. But there was an artificial groan, because he wasn't even there at the time. I really only wanted one thing: to end this farce as quickly as possible and broke off without having unloaded.
Later I found out who the alleged Natasha really was: Natalie from Bulgaria. According to reports from other colleagues, she seems to be traveling on this tour because she is said to have already pretended to be Romanian.
After this flop, it was time for some extensive wellness before I turned to the cinematic masterpieces presented in the cinema. After a while a girl sat down with 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, non-intrusive girl next to me. But one thing I didn't know-yet: what a great, hottie Simonna is despite her youthfulness.
Her touch somehow electrifies, whets the appetite for more, and invites you to do the same and explore her body with cheeky hands. Their kisses, savory, deep and wet should never end, screaming for more. She kissed down my body, headed purposefully for Old Faithful, with whom she quickly engaged in an intense conversation in the language of our Gallic neighbors. And this language-Simonna masters it perfectly. To call their FO top notch would be an understatement. We moved upstairs to the pop mattress, here Simonna lay down on me, continued to suck on my rod, invitingly held out her sweet psy. And how I accepted this invitation. Simonna really enjoyed being active and passive at the same time. And I shared that joy with her. Simonna got wet quickly, very wet. She put on rubber, sat on me and rode off like she did on the CHIO (laughs). It wasn't stupid, monotonous ups and downs, Simonna let her pelvis gyrate, worked with her muscles, made me almost go crazy with excitement and lust. But I still wanted to have her in the missio, see her excited look while I made her happy, wanted to kiss her.
Simonna started to bite my nipples slightly with excitement, making me even hornier, I asked her to bite harder, she complied with this request, steered me into unexpected spheres of excitement until I finally spilled into the rubber. For some time we lay sweaty and cuddling together. Simonna-a top act of Sakura.
Exhausted, I decided to first do a wellness round to regain my strength. Back at the bar I saw her again - Ilina from Ukraine. I had a great date with her when I last visited Sakura. At that time she was still blonde, now reddish hair increases her attractiveness many times over. Have, have, have- it pounded in my head. Relatively quickly we found ourselves cuddling in one of the seating areas, relatively quickly we left it again, hand in hand and went to one of the inviting rooms. Already when going up, Old Faithful showed format, fluffed up. I couldn't wait to lie on the round bed with Ilina, to taste her kisses. Their kisses weren't like the last time they met-no, she had learned from them. She's a top smooch with a tongue who is always on the move. Her FO is an ode to horniness, and she likes to let herself be*****n and drive to orgasm. At some point she sat on me - I was startled. Was the rubber on it? I hadn't noticed anything, but Illina reassured me - everything was ok. The girl had actually put the rubber on me so professionally (in a good way) that I didn't notice anything. She rode me to the end, again I dutifully filled the rubber. Another longer round of AST, kissing and caressing.
Midnight. Time to head home. Two wonderful days were coming to an end, days I will never forget.
As soon as I was planning my party, one thing became clear: there is too much program for one night. So it should be an all-day escort. Saving was announced.
The main item on the program, around which everything else should revolve, would be a musical. But unfortunately, it looked like I was going to be thwarted. "We will rock you" took a break on my special day, "Tanz der Vampire" was sold out, except for a few really cheap single tickets.
For weeks I tried somehow to get tickets, asking more often if any were returned, to no avail. A desperate phone call to the hotel that had already been booked brought the unexpected salvation: they still had tickets for 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 into the drawer.
I arrived at the hotel at 12 noon, preparations had to be made. The champagne had to be set up in the mini-bar for the purpose of cooling, the buffet (I can do something like that, I'm a specialist).
Finally-2 hours later everything was prepared, time to visit the Collonades (think, now you know where the whole thing took place). Pleasant surprise upon returning 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 look on the bodice worn underneath, but also provocatively invited, downright challenged. Her long, white-blond hair braided into a ponytail, she sat there, smiled at me, with a smile that also wordlessly spoke whole volumes of novels, books whose content 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 overcome by the scent of her hair, her perfume. An emissary from Olympus sent by Zeus himself 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 lay at our feet, the Badener and the Tigress.
There was a lot to talk about, just as if we hadn't seen each other for years, not just a few days. But we quickly turned to non-verbal conversation, cuddling and kissing 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 leave. The Palladium opened its doors. We were overwhelmed. A beautiful theater made for dance. Our seats were on the first balcony, in the middle, not too close but not too far from the stage. A wonderful staging. Professor Ambrosius was a perfect reincarnation of the professor from the great Polanski film from 1967, landlord's daughter Sarah was in no way inferior to Sharon Tate. If she was made for the role, Count Krolock was a revelation. Three curtains and a standing ovation - not too much for this wonderful performance. Just a quick mention, perhaps: the soundtrack was written by Jim Steinman, who wrote the first releases of Meat Loaf, and there was no denying the musical affinity.
The reserved table was waiting for us in the hotel. A wonderful dinner was celebrated as always (we were not there for the first time). Spicy coconut soup with mango espuma, grilled saddle of veal with herb topping, braised tomatoes on the vine and wild garlic noodles, asparagus and honey mousse on raspberry and rhubarb groats. Accompanied by a wonderfully fruity wine. But the most beautiful dessert sat across from me-Christine-beautiful and seductive as never before. My senses weren't eating, they were on a cloud, together with Christin, ascending with her to the heavenly kingdom of lust, desire and eroticism. Her hand caressed mine, electrified me, promised me things that cannot be said, for which there are no words, no descriptions.Things that are just so beautiful that they must be left unsaid,
It still wasn't time. I was still not allowed to retire to the land of eroticism with my tigress. I was still not allowed to retire with her to the soft pillows of our suite, to indulge in our lust and sensuality. The casino should be our next program item. I love letting the ball roll, that slight thrill when the inevitable "rien ne va plus" comes, the sound of the ball clattering in search of a number decides on luck or defeat. Christin also loves the game, reason enough to enjoy the ambiance of the casino. Upon entering, all eyes were on us, on the beauty next to me, my queen of the night. I knew at that moment - all men envy me, all women hate Christin, who puts her in the second place of attention. It was shortly before midnight, Christin asked me not to turn to the game yet, to first sit at the bar and enjoy a cocktail. Midnight-I lay in her arms, a long, tender kiss said goodbye to the old year of my life, led me over to a new one. Champagne was ordered, Christin very close to me - how wonderful could a new year of life begin.
We turned to the game, two completely different characters. Christin - more the emotional type, she plays more from the gut, she bets according to feeling, but always included the zero in the game, which ultimately brought her success. She won a Cheval once and dropped zero once.
I, on the other hand, was more of a thoughtful player, betting according to plan and using my own small system – luck was on my side too. So both tactics worked - we both left the casino with a reasonable winning amount.
Finally in the hotel, finally in the elevator up to the 12th floor. Finally alone for two. The lift was wrapped in her scent, her sensuality, her eroticism. Our lips touched wildly demanding, knowing the wait was finally over. The highlight of the night was approaching. My hands caressed her breasts, her hand made its way, searching, exploring, into my pants, looking for him, the ready-to-use guard of lust. He quickly changed his shape, fluffed up, made the fat one. The elevator door opened, Christin unpacking Old Faithful, keeping him on constant alert on the way to the suite. The door closed behind us, we fell on each other like hungry predators. We literally ripped our clothes off and at some point we found ourselves in the shower. We played with the spray, our tongues wandering over our trembling bodies, a foreplay that whetted our 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, smearing caviar on her beautiful breasts, licking it off, tracing a sturgeon egg trail down to her treasure chest, licking her clean until I finally found my way to her pleasure center. My tongue glided over her delicious Pu..y, paved the way in, caused a steady increase in the moisture level in Christin's love grotto. I greedily sipped what was offered to me Christine's love juice, just for me. Her hands caressed my head, held it tight, her legs clamped it so that it took the most convenient and comfortable position for her. I lost my sense of time, whether it was minutes or hours that I served Christin, was her licking slave, the vicarious agent of her lust. Light moaning 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 trembling cock into her mouth and let him disappear deeply. Christin ran her tongue over my shaft lovingly played around the glans - again and again it disappeared completely in her mouth. She toyed with my balls, teasing Old Faithful with light, horny bites, driving me insane. Her finger had finally found its target, boring slowly, provokingly, provocatively into my ass. 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 didn't, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of utter 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 didn't, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of utter 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 didn't, not yet, come to the extreme. She rocked me on a wave of utter lust and excitement. She licked and**** me at the same time, drove me forward, let me feel what real horniness is. My body bucked, twitched uncontrollably like a dervish gone mad, relaxed, only to dance again. My hands searched, found her body, stroked it, explored every square inch. I couldn't hold it anymore, I spilled into her mouth. Christin kissed me, gave me everything back. We lay cuddling together, forgetting time and the world. At some point I looked at the clock - I was startled, 6 o'clock in the morning. We had let our lust drive us for a whopping 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. Christin also blinked, woke up, opened her eyes. What an awakening in the new year of life, with Christin in your arms, to be greeted with a kiss by her.
Another round of cuddling followed, before we went to the Swabian springs to finally get in shape, to delight the morning (at least the male ones) with a special sight-Christin.
Then my goddess said goodbye, I lay on the bed for a while, held the pillow she was lying on, breathed in her scent and dreamed.
Actually, it didn't make me go home right away. I wanted to make a stop in Böblingen, 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 faction.
After the first sauna session, a girl I didn't know approached me. She introduced herself as Natascha/Russia. Even if she wasn't exactly my preferred prey scheme, I've only had good experiences with Russians so far. So we retreated to one of the cozy seating areas. Actually everything started quite well. Initially nice, deep, wet French kisses, but the good impression didn't even last (felt) two minutes. Her FO was also over fairly quickly and Old Faithful was given the raincoat. She didn't have it at all, the procedure took too long and was also very painful. Now she suddenly started to catch up, wanted to extend it to an hour, urged me to record by mouth for an additional charge. French kisses were no more, no, not only that, there was no more kissing at all. But there was an artificial groan, because he wasn't even there at the time. I really only wanted one thing: to end this farce as quickly as possible and broke off without having unloaded.
Later I found out who the alleged Natasha really was: Natalie from Bulgaria. According to reports from other colleagues, she seems to be traveling on this tour because she is said to have already pretended to be Romanian.
After this flop, it was time for some extensive wellness before I turned to the cinematic masterpieces presented in the cinema. After a while a girl sat down with 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, non-intrusive girl next to me. But one thing I didn't know-yet: what a great, hottie Simonna is despite her youthfulness.
Her touch somehow electrifies, whets the appetite for more, and invites you to do the same and explore her body with cheeky hands. Their kisses, savory, deep and wet should never end, screaming for more. She kissed down my body, headed purposefully for Old Faithful, with whom she quickly engaged in an intense conversation in the language of our Gallic neighbors. And this language-Simonna masters it perfectly. To call their FO top notch would be an understatement. We moved upstairs to the pop mattress, here Simonna lay down on me, continued to suck on my rod, invitingly held out her sweet psy. And how I accepted this invitation. Simonna really enjoyed being active and passive at the same time. And I shared that joy with her. Simonna got wet quickly, very wet. She put on rubber, sat on me and rode off like she did on the CHIO (laughs). It wasn't stupid, monotonous ups and downs, Simonna let her pelvis gyrate, worked with her muscles, made me almost go crazy with excitement and lust. But I still wanted to have her in the missio, see her excited look while I made her happy, wanted to kiss her.
Simonna started to bite my nipples slightly with excitement, making me even hornier, I asked her to bite harder, she complied with this request, steered me into unexpected spheres of excitement until I finally spilled into the rubber. For some time we lay sweaty and cuddling together. Simonna-a top act of Sakura.
Exhausted, I decided to first do a wellness round to regain my strength. Back at the bar I saw her again - Ilina from Ukraine. I had a great date with her when I last visited Sakura. At that time she was still blonde, now reddish hair increases her attractiveness many times over. Have, have, have- it pounded in my head. Relatively quickly we found ourselves cuddling in one of the seating areas, relatively quickly we left it again, hand in hand and went to one of the inviting rooms. Already when going up, Old Faithful showed format, fluffed up. I couldn't wait to lie on the round bed with Ilina, to taste her kisses. Their kisses weren't like the last time they met-no, she had learned from them. She's a top smooch with a tongue who is always on the move. Her FO is an ode to horniness, and she likes to let herself be*****n and drive to orgasm. At some point she sat on me - I was startled. Was the rubber on it? I hadn't noticed anything, but Illina reassured me - everything was ok. The girl had actually put the rubber on me so professionally (in a good way) that I didn't notice anything. She rode me to the end, again I dutifully filled the rubber. Another longer round of AST, kissing and caressing.
Midnight. Time to head home. Two wonderful days were coming to an end, days I will never forget.
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