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Aldebran's Trip Report 16-20 June
Posted: 28/6/2008, 18:14
Aldebran Linkbat
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OK, maybe this report is slightly too detailed when it comes to recounting my visits to a particular girl in the the RLD, but what the hell; when I wrote it I’d just got back, was in a really good mood, and didn’t want to forget anything…
Harwich – Hook of Holland Ferry
Not content with trying Eurostar and KLM on previous visits, I decided to take the Harwich – Hook of Holland ferry for this trip. This cost £94 for a London – Amsterdam return and included the train fares. This ticket is called a Dutch Flyer and is sold by Stena Line.
The ferry terminals at either end are right next to the train stations at Harwich International and Hook of Holland. There is 1 afternoon and 1 night sailing per day in each direction. The ferry was pretty good, the cabins are not too small and have en-suite bathrooms. I was on the overnight sailing which departs around midnight so I spent most of the journey asleep – saves a night in a hotel.
Asmara, Christina, Holland vs Romania 16 June
After changing trains at Rotterdam Centraal, I arrived in Amsterdam around 10:00. After unlocking the ancient mysteries of the baggage locker system (€4.50 for 24hrs) and buying a tram pass (€14.50 for 72 hrs) I had a quick coffee and headed off to Asmara on the tram.
Cryptic graffiti on Rozengracht
Veronika – Asmara
When Veronika is presented to you in the reception at Asmara, you might think she’s pretty but not particularly stunning, but when you step out of the shower and she’s naked on the bed you can start to appreciate her lovely body (pause for big sigh…..I wish I was with her now). She’s a sultry, dark-haired Russian beauty with a sexy accent that makes her sound like a beautiful-but-deadly femme-fatale in a cold-war spy thriller (cue Danny69 to write a screenplay).
I had an excellent session; a massage and good conversation, BJ, cowgirl, doggy and finishing with her on top again. For once in my life I managed to relax properly and stay hard enough to cum inside her, rather than have to make my apologies and finish with a hand-job. Yep, apart from an enthusiastic Thai girl that somehow managed to get me to finish inside her despite being barely-hard, that was the first time I’ve ever cum inside a girl! (OK you can stop sniggering now).
My secret technique was to focus on Veronika’s breasts as they jiggled invitingly in front of my face as we had sex, using the kind of steely concentration normally possessed only by those landing jets onto aircraft carriers on dark stormy nights. It also helped that I hadn’t jerked off for about a week. I can’t really describe how good it was to cum inside that girl, so I won’t try. I left the building in a bit of a daze without really being able to explain or thank Veronika for ending years of sexual frustration…
I’m sure readers will be familiar with the feeling of walking out of a kamer, head in the clouds, only to think a minute later “Why the fuck am I going this way? I’m supposed to be walking in the other direction.” I was in the sort of mood where you could walk for miles without caring where you’re going. I didn’t bother with the tram and walked all the way back into town, stopping off at a little Italian restaurant for lunch - Venicia del Norte opposite the Westerkerk on Rozengracht. €7.50 for a mushroom pizza, not bad, worth visiting for a lunchtime nibble. I must have still been in a daze as I miscounted my euros and left a 25% tip. After retrieving my bags from the locker at CS, I checked into my hotel, the Di-Ann on Raadhuisstraat.
The view down Raadhuisstraat near my hotel, looking towards Dam Square
Christina, Oude Kennissteeg 3-3
Much as I’d like to keep her all to myself, I have to tell someone about Christina……
By the time I’m settled into my hotel, it’s late afternoon and I fancy an expedition to the RLD. I take a leisurely stroll around and try to decide between 2 options. Firstly, a blonde babe is lying back with her legs spread at OzA 74(?). The hotel receptionist was telling me how “open” the Dutch people are but I don’t think this is what she had in mind. I was looking for Agnieshka, maybe this was her, probably not - the kamer number didn’t seem to quite match my notes. She looked hot but I got the impression she would either be amazing or a total rip-off.
Secondly, a raven-haired beauty in St Annendwarsstraat, opposite Sexyland, is enticing me with a cool sexy stare, and if I have to walk past her again the auto-docking sequence in my head will engage and I’ll be powerless to prevent myself going up to her window.
I decide on the blonde, so I head off back towards OzA – and never get there. On Oude Kennissteeg something catches my eye as I walk past. Something cute. Something blonde. I come to a dead stop, turn around, and see a beautiful girl stood in a doorway, smoking a cigarette. Christina.
Where do you start with a girl like Christina? (answer – with your hands on her thighs and work upwards). So anyway, I’m stood in the street staring at this little blonde angel in the doorway. She’s wearing a skinny T-shirt and denim hot-pants and looks like a young college student. There’s no decision-making process required – this girl is exactly what I’ve been looking for.
I’m expecting her to be East European, probably very shy with little English, but as I start speaking to her I realise she speaks English quite well and seems fairly confident. We agree €50, she puts out her cigarette and I follow her back into the kamer. I can’t believe my luck at finding such a pretty girl. As we undress she tells me she’s from Romania; I’ve never met a Romanian girl before but in terms of looks this isn’t what I would have expected. I think of Romanians as being dark-haired gypsy types, but I suppose that’s just my ignorance. I don’t think she’s a natural blonde but the colour does suit her, even though I generally prefer brunettes. As she strips off, I see that for a petite girl she’s got a lovely pair of breasts, a good handful but not out of proportion with her body. She’s 21 and says she has been working in Amsterdam for around two months.
I’m nervous in the presence of this beauty (I’m always a bit nervous the first time I visit a girl), and as I’ve had sex already that day, my cock doesn’t seem to be very co-operative. Christina begins to jerk me off, then puts a condom on me and starts a blow-job. My dick’s too soft to really get the full benefit, but it’s a lovely sight as this girl goes down on me – I’m watching her cute little face, and alternate between stroking the skin on her thighs, putting my hand on her bum, and touching her breasts. I tell her she’s very beautiful – she asks me if I mean with her clothes on or off. Well, she looked fine in the window and looks even better naked.
My dick’s about as hard as it’s going to get, so she climbs on top of me and I do my best to relax and stay hard. When it starts to go a bit soft I pull out. “What do you want to do?” she asks me. I ask if I can touch her pussy; and gently touch between her legs, something that really turns me on, while I jerk myself off. “But what do I do?” she asks me, looking a bit downhearted.
Well, when you look like Christina, sometimes you don’t need to do anything much to please a guy. I’m starting to like Christina as a person – she’s a very charming girl and really seems to be doing her best to please. She’s easy to talk to and it doesn’t feel like she’s holding her real personality back from you. She reminds me a little bit of a young Mena Suvari (the girl in the film American Beauty with the rose petals). There’s another film called Loser where Mena Suvari plays a student struggling to pay her way through college – she spends the whole film looking adorable and slightly vulnerable with her big eyes and cute face. In terms of body shape, Christina looks a bit more like, say, the porn actress Gauge in her teen-themed movies: very petite but with fair size breasts and a good body.
We try again in doggy position – I want to have a close look at her bum, which is firm and nicely rounded – a damn fine piece of ass, you might say. Christina obligingly kneels on the bed with her face on the pillow and her bum arched into the air. What a fine sight. Occasionally she looks back at me and I can’t believe I’m fucking such a pretty girl. I’m nearing the end of what I would consider a reasonable time for a €50 session (well, it was €60 as I only had €20 notes), so I finish myself off by hand. Christina lies on her stomach with her legs spread and looks back at me – it’s like looking at a photoshoot in a porn magazine except I can reach out and touch her pussy.
Well, all too soon I’m cumming and it’s time to be going. I really enjoyed my session – not just the sex but the company and the conversation. She just seems like a nice friendly girl, I don’t see how you could fail to like her. Even before I’m out of the door I’m making plans to return the next day for a longer session…
Holland vs Romania
In the evening I go for a meal at the Flying Saucer vegetarian restaurant in the Jordaan. I’m not sure what to expect in the city centre during the evening – Holland are playing in Euro 2008. It occurs to me that it’s somehow appropriate that on the day that Holland play Romania; I’ve been in Holland playing with a Romanian girl’s pussy. I walk back to my hotel via the Leidseplein, noting the bars full of orange-clad football supporters.
To enter into the spirit of things, I watch the first half of the game in my hotel room, then pull on a bright orange T-Shirt and head off to the Hot or Not bar on Warmoesstraat. I’d been a bit apprehensive about the prospect of being in the city when Holland were playing, but the city centre seems quite relaxed. The bar’s not too busy and they are showing the football on the big screen. I sip my beer and watch Holland win 2-0, then head back to my hotel for the night.
Dam Square
Canals, CoBrA, Christina, Copelandia Cyanascens…. Wed 18 June
Another fine day in Amsterdam. I decide it’s about time I tried a canal boat tour – the Canal Bus costs €18 for a day ticket which can be used up to midday the following day. There are 3 different routes all starting near central station. I take the red route which heads into the city via the Amstel and then back via the Prisengracht and Herengracht canals. It’s not bad, although to be honest you would get a better view by walking the same route. Back at the dock, I’m right in front of the tram stops outside central station. I take tram #5 all the way out to Amstelveen where I want to visit the CoBrA museum of modern art.
CoBrA Museum of Modern Art
After a coffee to regain my strength I have a look around the art gallery. This museum is dedicated to a particular style of modern art – some of it looks slightly childlike, apparently it was a movement trying to break away from the normal rules of art and try something different, which influenced other painters and modern art in general. The museum is OK but I wouldn’t suggest coming out all the way to Amstelveen unless you seriously like art or want to see a particular exhibition.
My favourite piece is a bronze statue of a flying cat in the pond outside – there are birds nesting under it which is slightly ironic. Upstairs there is a bizarre exhibition of art dealing with homosexuality and transsexuality which leaves me feeling slightly queasy; it’s interesting but the overall effect is disturbing rather than erotic.
Back in the centre I have lunch at the Morning Star snackbar on Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal. After walking down that street many times I’ve finally decided it’s pronounced “Noo-er-zides” or something close to that. After a shower back at the hotel I head out to see Christina again…
Christina
I’m hoping Christina will be back in her kamer in Oude Kennissteeg, because I forgot to check what hours she works. I turn up just as the clocks are chiming for 5pm and she’s there, as good-looking as I remember from the day before. She’s wearing her sexy denim hot-pants and the same black T-Shirt with “Not just a pretty face” in pink letters. I’m glad because she looks really cute in these clothes - after the mildly disturbing gender-bending exhibition at CoBrA it’s good to see a wholesome girl in hotpants.
I ask if I can have a half-hour session for €100, which she agrees to, and tell her that I’ll try to be more relaxed. I ask her to keep her clothes on for a minute, because I have a very strong desire to touch her body while she’s still dressed. I run my hands over her thighs and over the fabric between her legs, and touch her breasts through her T-shirt. As my sexual experiences are normally with prostitutes, it’s a novelty to be able to touch-up a fully-clothed girl. It really turns me on and I’m getting hard before she even takes her clothes off.
After a bit of CBJ, she goes on top. Compared to yesterday I’m harder and it’s more enjoyable. After a while I ask to switch to doggy, as I find it easier to control the pace and find a good rhythm. It’s a fantastic sight to have this girl’s bum in the air and be able to push my cock inside her. We continue for quite a long time but she doesn’t complain about being uncomfortable, despite being face-down against the pillow. It’s very pleasurable but I can’t quite finish inside her, so I pull out and jerk off. I can tell I’m about ready to cum, and the sight of this beautiful girl’s bum in front of me gets me spunking with my cock pressed against her pussy lips, before I have a chance to put it back inside her.
Just as I cum, the alarm goes off on her mobile for the end of the 30 minutes, so it’s good timing. At the time I thought it was a phone call, but it must have been an alarm. Seems a good idea, a lot better than being with a girl who just decides when she’s had enough and chucks you out. I never felt rushed with this girl or got the feeling that she was trying to get rid of me as quickly as possible. 30 minutes has never gone so fast – I check my watch as I leave and I’m surprised to see it’s already 17:35.
Mushroom Mania – Copelandia Cyanascens (Hawaiian Mushrooms)
After some great sex with a beautiful girl the only way the day is going to get any better is by consuming some powerful mind-altering substances. I come to Amsterdam mainly for the mushrooms, although when they get banned I’ll still be coming back if there are girls like Veronika and Christina working.
I buy a box of Hawaiians from the Magic Mushroom Gallery and another from Innerspace. I can’t really give a very logical explanation why I do this, but I have visions of them trying to talk me out of taking two boxes at once and I don’t want to have to start making up stories about fictitious people that I’m sharing them with (if I do I’ll probably start hallucinating the people are real)….
The first box from the Magic Mushroom Gallery doesn’t seem to have any effects whatsoever. After one hour there is nothing. I’ve checked my previous notes and with that dose I would expect mild anxiety after 30 minutes, visual effects after 40 and hallucinations beginning after 45. The Magic Mushroom Gallery is a perfectly good shop (I’ve bought there before) but the mushrooms are a different brand (Sirius products) and although they look the right kind of mushroom they don’t taste bitter like they should. After one hour I’m getting bored and pissed off and eat the whole second box. That one works just fine, but it’s fucked up my mushroom trip slightly because although it’s not as strong as I would like, it’s far too strong to attempt to get back to the shop to buy another box. I’ll post full details of this mushroom trip in a separate thread as soon as I’ve written it up; it was pretty good in the end.
Rainy day blues, Christina, Random wandering. Thu 19 June
I’m feeling a bit tired and it’s raining, but my Canal Bus ticket is still valid so I take the tram to the station and travel on the blue route, out past the NEMO, briefly into the Ij river to pick up at the passenger terminal, then back into the canals – travelling around the back of the ARTIS Zoo, into the Amstel and back into the dock outside central station. That’s an interesting journey as it’s not a route you would be likely to walk.
I call in at Café Latei on Zeedijk, a nice place which is recommended in my Get Lost! guide book. There are weird pictures on the wall including a woven picture of a topless Indian girl. After a coffee and a sandwich I head over to Huis Marseille to look at a photography exhibition about city expansion in China and the Middle East. Not a bad little place, it’s only €5 entry but then again the place is really quite small. At least it’s dry inside.
I return to my hotel with slightly dampened spirits, but by the afternoon it’s dry outside and I go for a walk around the south side of the city, via the Jordaan, Leidseplein, Albert Cuypstraat and back up to Rembrantplein for a caffeine injection in Coffee Company.
With a decent jolt of caffeine I’m feeling more myself, and realise I need to get back to my hotel to take a shower if I’m going to see Christina again this afternoon. You might wonder why I would see the same girl three days in a row, but the way I see it, when you find your ideal fantasy you might as well make the most of it.
Christina….again
3 days in a row - I’m not sure if Christina thinks I’m stalking her; it’s hard to read her expression when she opens the door. She’s not the kind of girl who automatically greets me with a beaming smile, but she’s a friendly soul when I start talking to her. Another €100, 30-minute session is most definitely required.
Today she’s abandoned the hotpants and is wearing a slightly frilly bra and panties set. I decide to try missionary to start with as I’ve not done that position with her yet. It’s very nice to have Christina underneath me and look at her pretty face while we have sex, but this position kills my arms. Maybe I’m not doing it right. Out of curiosity I ask if we can try spoons as I’ve never done it. I feel like maybe I’m taking the piss slightly with requesting random positions, but Christina doesn’t seem to mind, and lies on her side with one of her slim legs slightly raised in the air while I fuck her. It’s an interesting position, I can thrust into her from behind and hold her leg up with my hand under her thigh. She has nice slim legs which don’t seem to weigh a thing. I like the way it’s feels intimate, but find it slightly awkward to get a good sensation or rhythm, and I can’t watch what’s happening very easily so I get a bit worried that the condom is sliding off.
We switch to doggy and I get a really good sensation from it. If I’m honest I also enjoy the feeling of control from having a cute girl on her knees with her bum in the air, and it’s a damn fine view. Christina takes my thrusting without complaints, just adding a bit more lube occasionally. I try to get a balance between being reasonably gentle and getting the right kind of friction against my cock.
We must be nearing the end of the time, and I “give myself a hand” so that I’ll be ready to cum. Christina lies on her back, pussy exposed, while I touch it and jerk myself off. I push my dick back inside her and cum with this lovely young girl underneath me. I’m very happy. She gives me a pretend-shy look which is hard to read, but with her big eyes gazing up at me she’s undeniably cutesome.
When I first met her on Tuesday, Christina was saying that it seems to be difficult to make money quickly when there are a lot of people walking past the windows but not so many buying. I’m thinking….wait till people read about you on Ignatzmice. I tentatively enquire whether she’s heard of the website. It’s funny because two minutes before, I’d been fucking her and jerking off in front of her; now I’m getting embarrassed about asking her if she minds being mentioned.
She seems quite interested and I write down the web address for her, saying that if she gets people visiting her who know her name already, it will probably be because of this site. So there you are, that’s Christina. I see she’s already in the device as Christina3 (Romania). I appreciate that people’s tastes vary, but if you like the sound of a cute, petite, and very pretty blonde girl with lovely breasts, I can definitely recommend her. She maybe doesn’t have the experience and technical expertise of some girls, but she’s friendly and makes a real effort to do a good job.
Last night in Amsterdam
I round off the day with a meal at the Flying Saucer restaurant, and go on a bit of a photo expedition around Amsterdam. I can’t help smiling when an American guy walks out of a take-away on Leidseplein and says with gusto to his friend “That was a damn fine falafel!” like he’s in an advert. Could be a new catchphrase for when no other expression seems to fit. I have a look around the RLD but I’ve already blown my budget for this trip and I’m quite happy with the experiences with Veronika & Christina.
Old Sailor Pub, OzA, with Molensteeg to the right
1 Ferry, 6 hours, 3 Swedish girls…… Friday 20 June
I’m sailing back from Hook of Holland on the afternoon ferry, although I’m very tempted to change my booking to the night sailing for another day in Amsterdam. On the train to Rotterdam I help some teenage girls sat opposite put their enormous backpacks into the overhead racks. I’m too shy to strike up a conversation but spend quite a lot of the journey fantasising about what I’d like to do with them if by some strange miracle I ended up in bed with them all together (just in case you’re wondering – no it didn’t happen and you wouldn’t believe me if I said it did).
I watch them vanish into the crowd at Rotterdam and that’s that…..until I see them again on the ferry. A couple of hours into the journey I’m getting a coffee and realise one of the girls is stood next to me. I say hi, and she explains they are Swedish and on an inter-railing holiday. Ideally this is where she would say “We are going to our cabin for a lesbian threesome, would you care to join in?” but being real life we have a short, slightly awkward conversation and I go and sit on my own.
A bit later on I decide to get a beer, the girls are sat looking bored at a table and I pluck up the courage to go over and ask if I can sit with them. It’s a 6-hour ferry crossing and a conversation with a trio of cute 18 year-old Swedish girls would make it a whole lot better. They are drinking Bacardi Breezers and turn out to be really nice girls; I’m quite happy just to have the company so I don’t try and flirt too much with them. I’m sat there thinking “this sort of thing doesn’t happen to me” and it’s a good feeling.
Being used to travelling alone, it really makes my day and we travel together into London. On the outward trip I’d been stood on Liverpool Street station watching the crowds, couples meeting e.t.c and feeling depressed because I’m on my own. When I took the magic mushrooms one of the things I saw was a vision of a teenage girl stood on Liverpool Street station, so it was a bit weird to say the least to be there a couple of days later with not one but three teenage girls. Life is strange. We part company and I go home.
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