Since last week we started ticking off Xander’s list of sexual fantasies for 2018, I thought it was about time I contributed with mine as well. Just in case these wish-lists do work…Read More
Last night, as Aliki and I watched the fireworks go off over spectacular Copacabana, I found myself thinking of what I would like for 2018. Not resolutions. I don’t believe in them: they’re usually just a laundry list of unattainable targets that is postponed from one new year to another. Read More
I am standing in a corner of the room, in front of the big ornate mirror of Fata Morgana. Fixing my make up. The music from the dance floor is pounding in my ears. The place is tastefully decorated, though I will never take a liking to the concept of mixed changing rooms. Read More
Burlesque cabaret – Brussels
It is purely by chance that Aliki and I came across Mademoiselle. We were looking for a nice eatery in the LGBTQ district in the centre of Brussels when we passed in front of it. It was the word ‘cabaret’ that drew our attention. So we asked around and found out that the place is brand new: it opened only in October this year! (that’s 2017 for people who read this in a few years’ time).
This morning we had the first snow of the season. Just a smattering really, but enough to justify the thick wad of Euros that Aliki and I spent on tickets to Brazil for Christmas. So, Rio here we come!
Adult Club – Muiden (Amsterdam)
Our first impression of Fata Morgana was one of elegance and privacy. Like the majority of its clientele, we got our first view of the club grounds at night, car tyres crunching over the long gravel driveway, lined by tall hedges on both sides. There was something reassuring about the intimacy of the surroundings. Indeed, lying just off the A1, only 20 minutes or so from Amsterdam, the location offers the perfect mix of seclusion and easy access.
As a woman, you would never accept your guy hitting you, would you?
Except if it happens exactly when you want it, exactly where you want it and exactly as you want it. Which in my case is hard, but without any violence. On the cheeks, but not on the face. When I am on top, but only in particular circumstances, ie when I feel like it.
A rare and complex form of superior mirage seen mainly in the desert?
Nope. A swingers club on the outskirts of Amsterdam. And the first stop of our new sexual journey together with Xander about a year ago.