Can anyone share some info regarding Carmen.
I spent some wonderful time with her at the room last week.
She has a dark hair, hugh tits and a great ass.
She said she is from Hamburg?
Like most of Romanian girls, 1,60 without 20 cm heels, but nice, sweet girl. Can even be GFE for my own meaning: no DFK, no GFE.
Should improve on next week end after Easter and be quite consequent until week end before Easter.
When I visit Sharks or Oase, since months, I need all my strength and stamina to search all day, sometimes during 15 hours, an attractive, classy girl. Last Friday, at Oase, I was so disappointed and exhausted at midnight, so I went to sleep with my little friend yellow cat. Really no energy to look at men. Even when I use my phone in Sharks lounge, it's for job, I really don't care about guys. If I want to make photos or video of a girl, I take her to room and will manage with her in room.
Men are really not the interest in brothels, are they paranoiac?
Even some guys got problems because of their car plates, for those who are married or have a stable relation difficult to explain what they were doing in a club, you have novice people who are trying just to destroy life of the others.
Can anyone please tell me when would the LU be back to normal or get busy again after Easter April 16? How is the LU like generally either the 1st week of April or a week after Easters?
Great report. I didn't know you were a novelist! By the way, Ada is not that tall. She had inches over me on the floor and had me worried, but I was pleased to find that she lost what seemed like 20 cm when she took her shoes off for our session. Perfect height for that tight tiny body. We had a great two hour session. If I get time I will write my own review of the evening.
Tommy. Thank you. It's great to get a report with some info about the girls. The unfolding narrative and the detail was great fun.
I know you get this all the time, but that was an amazing report. Well-written, extremely detailed, and with great perspective.
Also, as a fellow Californian, who will be making my FKK debut tab sharks in just over 90 days, it's just the kind of perspective I needed right now. You're the bomb dude.
TR FKK Sharks March 2017
After a rather eventful day at Mainhattan, I continued my FKK weekend with a trip to Sharks. With a tremendous lineup and a ton of new girls, I had the opposite problem of the previous day--too many girls to choose from! Going with tried and true girls was my solution, leading to another great Sharks visit.
Continued from my razzia experience at Mainhattan the previous day:
See my previous reports for details about transportation and logistics:
I found a fast connection from Frankfurt HBF to Darmstadt Nord: the RB82 train. Although it runs only every couple of hours (11:25 then every 2 hours from Hbf Gleis 12, direction Erbach (Odw.) Bahnhof, 8. 35 EUR), it gets you to the Darmstadt Nord station in only 18 minutes. The aforementioned Darmstadt Nord station is rather ghetto with all that grafitti, but during the day was no problem. As usual I browsed in the giant Home Depot clone Hornbach store next door and used their free WLan before going into Sharks.
Upon entry at about 1230 I took a look around and already saw a tall tanned girl with dark blond hair and a pretty smile, coming back from a session with a rather happy looking guy. Good sign. I did the usual prep and made my way to the bistro for breakfast.
Mia was getting her plate of food--her hair was still cut short but she had dyed it blond. I am still amazed at her body--how can it be so slim with those perky tits--truly a body built for sex. She had to show me how to correctly use the water dispenser (push both levers down hard) as it seemed balky compared to previous visits.
After eating I took my usual spot at the sofas near the money lockers and watched girls arrive. It's always fun to see the girls in their street clothes checking in at the front counter, and their magical transformation into total sex machines once emerging from the girls' locker room. Some girls came in wearing just pajamas or skimpy jumpers, either coming down the stairs from the passageway that leads to the girls' dorm or in through the front entrance.
One such girl was Marina, who recognized me as she came in and asked me to fetch her a Red Bull, proferring her wristband so I would use her RFID chip. I guess the house has a rule that the girls can't come onto the floor in their street clothes (I wonder if that is waived for dessous day?) and she must have needed a caffeine fix even before getting dressed--er, undressed. The sweet redhead day bartender chuckled as she figured out what was up.
I did couch interviews with a series of girls, including petite Magda, who I swore was Julie from Mainhattan until I got up close and personal. I also was surprised to find out the tanned blonde I saw upon entering was actually Megan. She came over, recognizing me from previous sessions, all smiling and bright eyed, saying she was going to go full blond after a vacation next week. I told her, honestly, that she looked prettier than ever--she had lost some weight and was all toned and tan and beautiful.
Yet over the course of my 12 hour visit I didn't take Megan up, because there was such a bounty of new talent in the house. First-world problems, huh?
When Evita arrived she smiled and waved--I thought, should I go with one of the hot new girls or the tried and true? Evita took a while to get onto the floor--I am always amazed at the duration of time between a girl coming in with a big pile of towels and when they show up from the locker room. How much time does it take to take off your clothes? Come on, we've got some fucking to do here! Let's get a move on, woman!
I was talking on "the Evita sofa" with Amelia when Evita came over. I almost didn't recognize her too--she had gained weight, which I guess was evident from my expression. "Yes, I know, I'm fat" she said. "No, you're not. Just more curves" I replied, feeling her butt and thigh.
Seriously, Evita being "fat" means she's about the same as most of the other girls out there on the floor. It's just after how many sessions with her that you get used to a particular body, even with your eyes closed, and it was, well, different. We sat for a while to catch up and then went up to the room.
EVITA pretty brunette, big eyes, like pornstar Sherry Vi.
My session with Evita wasn't as off-the-hook as it was last time. Maybe we were both tired instead of inspired, or she wasn't yet warmed up because I was her first guy of the day. "I am a virgin today" she said. "Really? I exclaimed. "I am so honored to be your first man ever". "You are *not* my first man ever", was her deadpan reply. I flash her an exaggerated shocked and surprised wide-eyed face, thinking back to our previous session when I gave her a lengthy neck massage because she said her neck was sore from giving too many blowjobs. Virgin. Right. Means no dick for the whole past 10 hours. I still considered myself a lucky man. First! For today at least. This whole conversation is while we're fucking away in mish, by the way.
Evita seemed really self-conscious about her weight gain. Maybe Megan's recent slimming and toning contributes to this anxiety? I told her she was just more womanly--thinking about how Adel at Mainhattan has changed over the years. "You make me feel old!" she complained half-teasingly. This thing with Evita is becoming way too much of a true Girl Friend Experience now. Pretty soon she'll expect me to take her shopping and hold her purse while she tries on clothes and all that.
I went to get dinner pretty soon after the food came out; having gone through the razzia experience the previous night I wanted to embrace the old Army adage that you do things when you can, because you might not get another chance. Eat when you can, sleep when you can, fuck when you can. The Sharks food all looked good, but I stuck to the chicken / rice / veggies combo I've eaten there for years.
Emy, the big girl with the long face I met earlier, staked out the seat across from me with a plate of onion rings and a plate full of lemon wedges. She would squeeze at least one or two lemon wedges onto each onion ring before eating it, chewing contemplatively as she looked across the table at me. Was this some kind of new hooker diet? I can imagine it catching on with the Oprah set, like Atkins or Paleo or the Grapefruit Diet: "Lose weight like the hardcore fucking machines at German FKKs!" Maybe that's how Megan slimmed down--she was looking fantastic today, and evidently lots of other guys felt the same way, because I saw her go up at least ten times this night.
I met a guy at the bar who was also from the states--we compared notes about clubs and he said he had just come from Palace. He seemed happy about his visit there--maybe it's time to try Palace again? I can't complain--we have so much choice in the Hessen region that even if I never went back to Palace I wouldn't run out of clubs to attend and girls to do.
I told my new friend I was going to make the rounds and started making a loop around the bar. I couldn't go a few feet before being approached by a girl--mostly because there were so many of them you couldn't go a few feet without bumping into one. Bianca, a tall blonde I've talked to a bunch of times, pouted, "you never take me up! Uh oh. Am I getting a club reputation? I hope it's a good one, at least with my regular girls. Angelina, a dark, too-much-makeup girl with a witchy voice, latched onto me, grabbing my hand and putting it on her tit, then as I tried to disengage grabbed it again and put it on her ass. I felt like a random bug in a venus flytrap. Can't get away!
My new friend had shown me his Palace wristband, describing how they now have a two-tier system; if you want to be approached, you get an x color band, if you don't want to be approached, you get a why color band. No-approach works well in small clubs like Bernds, where it's really no problem just sitting next to a girl and getting started (and at Bernds, that means your cock is in her mouth by the same amount of time you'd get through the "is this your first time here?" question at other clubs). It's ok at Acapulco, where the girls stake out sofas and you come to them, like browsers at a farmers market perusing the offerings at each stall. ("This one's got some great melons!") But overall I enjoy approach clubs and enjoy the free tit and ass grabbing and attention. Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but I don't get girls coming up to me in real life and rubbing themselves against me. Sigh.
It took me a while to choose girl no. 2, because there were just so many girls to choose from. I started losing track of the ten or so new petite brunettes I met. And you guys know I'm usually good with names.
I really wish clubs would start having girls wear nametags, so you can tell them apart. There are only so many variations of the Arabic script tat or "my brother's name" (yeah, right) on the inside forearm that you can use to tell these girls apart. Those girls with the double pistol tats pointing at their poon tang? Um, one's got Glocks, the other has SIGs, and that third one, well, those look like squirt guns because she went for the cheap tattoo parlor back home in Chisinau.
Maybe they could wear sashes like in beauty pageants. I'm not sure how you'd do Miss Romania. With the crowd of girls present you'd have to provide sashes for 1st Runner Up down to 47th Runner Up or something (probably 147th runner up, given the crowd at Sharks this night). You could even have special awards, like how they always do "Miss Congeniality" and stuff like that. Like "Miss Perfect Tits", "Miss Best Cum in Mouth", and "Miss Loves Taking it up the Ass for a 100 EUR Bonus". Ok, that last one might not fit on a pageant girl sash. But it sure would make selection easier.
I had my eye on this petite blonde [CodeWord901] cutie who always seemed busy. She was holding forth with this older German dentist-looking guy in the back sofas and I didn't get a chance to even ask her name. At one point they both came up to the bar to get drinks, the dentist guy hovering over her like he needed to poke her molars with his dental probe yet again. Open wide and say ahhh, young lady.
Later that night I saw her again, but my American friend had gotten to her first. Damn! Cock-blocked by my pal! He took off somewhere and I introduced myself, saying, "hey, you just met my friend!" Ciara said, "Yes, he is going to shower and then he is going to fuck me good". Right on, man. I asked how old she was, she asked what I thought and I replied "20" mentally adding a couple of years. She smirked, "off by 12 years". Seriously? 32? You have got to be kidding. Those are some great genes there. But I looked again and sure enough, the crinkle lines around the eyes and the hands were a giveaway. Amazing what you can do with makeup and hair these days. Wish I looked that good at 32.
Around 1745 I was using my phone while sitting in one of the two chairs in the entry lobby when I noticed Janine queueing up to pay her fee and come in to work. I looked at the other guys in the line to see their reactions to this hottie in their midst. Janine looked great--I think she had already done her makeup and everything. She was out on the floor--oops, I mean, holding court on her spot in the front sofas--in no time.
I got tired of wandering and instead went with a girl I had met some visits ago but never got around to trying--Nicoletta from Hungary. I love her smile--her flawless teeth and green eyes, framed with her blonde hair, was wonderful to see, especially when she was giving me a blowjob or fucking in mish and cowgirl.
Nicoletta and I waited around for one of the new downstairs rooms, but while sitting in the sofa in that parlour / anteroom, this guy backed out of the massage corridor saying oh man, that is some terrible smell in there. Sure enough, I caught a whiff of backed-up toilet (or messy anal upgrade session) and we found a room upstairs.
Are those new downstairs rooms good? I still haven't been in one. Luckily I haven't had to use one of those department store dressing room stalls they filled up the old kino with.
NICOLETTA blonde, flawless skin, pretty smile. Tits slightly droopy but still wonderful to play with during doggie.
I had a GREAT session with Nicoletta, even though she didn't go for the full-on DFK that some girls do with me, and I didn't even pop with her. Not for lack of trying--we started with a great BBBJ on the bed and did the usual mish / doggie / cowgirl rotation. Because we got one of those rooms with the tufted chair, we put it to good use, first her standing up and bent over the chair as I fucked her from behind, then kneeling on the chair with her butt perched just right. Oh man, let me pause a bit to relish this memory. I really enjoyed this one.
I had to rest a bit after my session with Nicoletta, so I got a slice of apple pie and ate it up. I guess I had used up quite a bit of calories, and some simple sugars would be just the thing to give me some needed energy.
Hanging out at the bar I sat for a while with another fellow American on my right and a Frenchman on my left. The Frenchman described some clubs near Strasbourg or Baden Baden that I had never heard of. His description of the pay sex scene in France was so depressing--I thought we had it bad in the USA but, as my new French friend noted, we at least have legal prostitution in one of our great American states. "Nevada is not that great" I argued, explaining the vast differences between the Bunny Ranch / Sheri's / etc and Sharks. Everything is relative I suppose, and maybe I'm getting spoiled by going to Sharks and other FKK.
The American guy was getting approached by a series of girls, and I suppose my club reputation was preceding me and none were coming up to me anymore. Darn, I knew I should've reapplied my Axe spray after that last shower. That shit works like PowerBait in those TV commercials. So I bid the Frenchman adieu and went looking again.
I hung out at the front sofas for a long time, looking for another girl. Again, as I had not popped with Nicoletta I still had ammo left in Little Tommy, and there were so many hot girls there I figured I should at least do one more.
Marina, the pale latin-looking girl who had me fetch her a Red Bull at the beginning of the day, was squatting down in front of her friends at the large chair-and-a-half that faces the bar near the stairs. "I've been waiting for you" she said, pointing an accusing finger at me. Having lost my seat to four young naked girls crammed on the one chair, I stood there giving Marina a long neck and upper back massage as I idly looked around for a hotter girl to do. "Forgive me?" I said, giving her a nice kneading at the back of her neck as her friends watched expectantly.
I met up with my 2nd new American friend and we perched on the back of the sofa next to the stairs, when a couple of the new brunettes came by, one sniffing at our chests. That was an interesting approach technique. I leaned in and sniffed back, with an impish smile on my face. "Um, are we missing something?" I asked, noting how she had first sniffed my friend, then me. "I smell Invictus" the taller one said. I don't get out much, so I gathered Invictus was a cologne, not the name of some guy who was famous for his be. O. Maybe it's like catnip for hookers or something, in which case I'll have to get me some. I just thought Invictus was a poem you had to learn in your Classics class: I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul; I must find my next girl to fuck. That is my goal!
Struggling with indecision I made my way to the back of the room and sat next to super skinny blondie Paloma, who I had sessioned with previously and could count on for a good session.
PALOMA blonde, super skinny, usually wearing black stockings.
Going up the stairs, we saw there was already a line, and we took the remaining open sofa up there to sit while we waited. I looked up and hey, there was my Frenchman friend with a girl he had found. We both laughed and pointed at each other, "good for you, you finally found someone!"
I spent the waiting time nuzzling and caressing Paloma, as much as I could without starting to get too intimate with a line of couples standing around right there. Some couples got fed up with waiting and went into the VIP lounge at the top of the stairs. I asked Paloma if she wanted to go there, figuring I still had enough energy to put on a good public sex show, but she demurred, saying she preferred a real room.
Once inside, we got down to business, and as expected, Paloma was a great session. I had told my new friends that after the two good sessions previously, I didn't want to ruin the day by finishing it with a poor session. So choosing Paloma was a safe choice. Her blowjob is fantastic--she really makes it seem like she's enjoying giving you such pleasure, with the twinkle in her eyes as she makes eye contact with your cock in her mouth, and I just let her keep going for a long time. Finally we got around to fucking, and I finished in doggie holding onto her skinny waist as I pumped away. Oh mein gott.
Afterward I knew I didn't have any more sessions in me, and so I found my new friends and said my farewells. It was a great day and night at Sharks.
Ah, this is the life. My dick is tired. I am happy.
GIRLS I SAW / MET /*DID.
MIA short hair now blonde, body still built for sex; super slim but great tits.
MARINA short tight braided hair pale skin Latina look.
EMY tall girl long face brunette.
MAGDA almost like but not as cute Julie from Mainhattan.
MEGAN even prettier and slimmer; recognized me; solarium tanned blondish hair will be full blonde after next week's vacation.
ELLEN big eyed Sasha Grey; petite wearing big gold watch.
BIANCA blonde tall "you never take me" pout.
? dark, garter stockings great ass.
AMELIA plain Jane blonde no tats.
? Super skinny petite blonde striped stocking tops hung out with German guy at front sofa.
ANGELINA "from Egypt" witchy voice aggressive.
FIONA blonde upper cheek stud and.
DENNY auburn big hips selling double.
ANKA recognized me; looks the same, big girl knows I won't take her up but she's cool about it.
SCARLET brunette looks like long-ago college hire.
*EVITA gained weight, is self conscious about it. Tat inside left wrist, script tat upper traps.
*NICOLETTA Hu pretty blonde; darker hair than before; slightly saggy tits; white garter belt energetic session used chair.
MELISSA half-asian look; saw her coming in but not on the floor. Maybe she saw the lineup and left?
IVY still looks great, maybe a little more womanly now.
ROXANNA hair now straight; losing the queen blonde of the club title to Megan.
JESSICA glasses big tits; doesn't bother approaching me anymore. No more motorboating in the main room, bummer.
JANINE walked in wearing jeggings and black jacket had to wait in line with the guys.
ADA wide mouth light hair great body tall.
SORANA "from Spain" wearing necktie; tried to pounce on me when I was waiting for Nicoletta to join me at the back sofas.
DARINA chubby blonde back chair.
CARLA "from Italy" petite dark hair; at column near back stairs.
TARA big tits bimbo look.
JULIA dark sharp features.
CIARA blonde [CodeWord901] with old dentist all afternoon; thought 20 actually 32; like a cuter Anna Kournikova.
ANNABELLE young thin Catherine Zeta Jones, was with friend who was sniffing us.
MILA thin auburn / blonde prettier version of Ada.
*PALOMA super skinny great session.
SELINA big eyes light hair fresh from the village look.
LOTS of thin petite brunettes that I forgot their names.
Scrambled eggs w /3 kinds of pre-sliced wurst.
Hard boiled eggs.
Smoked salmon, shrimp & crab.
Yogurt w / muesli.
Apple sheet pie in afternoon.
Lamb with green beans.
Turkey cutlets; later pasta with turkey.
Roast chicken thighs / legs were a little too salty; later cheese-stuffed breasts.
Potatoes in creamy sauce; later boiled potatoes.
Costco veggies but with mushrooms then no mushrooms later.
Long time ago, I wrote Anja went to another club of Zurich and tell to some of her fans where she moved exactly.
I wonder that some people still believe she went to Globe.
For me, no problems. I take my phone upstairs near jaccuzi and watch movies or listen music. One girl told me it was not allowed, I told her, yes I know. Nobody from the reception or staff told me something.
Who would take photos or videos of top model guys at Sharks? GND club now, but not even BND for clients.
A few weeks ago, during the afternoon, I saw 2 (maffia style) Turkish guys openly using their phones in that upstairs semi-circular bench area where a jacuzzi used to be, with staff (a girl picking up empty glasses and cleaning ashtrays) just walking by.
I asked this girl if this was allowed, and she shrugged her shoulders and said she would report it. Thirty minutes later the guy was still loudly talking into his phone, so obviously some people are more equal than others...
Does anyone know Carmen?