
Why did I go? I’m really not sure … it was just something I thought I would check out. I’ve actually been reading another blog on here that is being written up by this woman named Annika and she happens to live in Zürich. I even tried to set up a meeting with her for this trip but was unsuccessful in my attempts. That’s cool… It was just a “spur of the moment” thing anyway and I figured I could find some way to enjoy my time in Zürich without having the local tour guide for my trip. So, what I did was log on to the internet the day before the trip and did a search for “sex shop Zürich” and explored the results that were shown…
From the results that I got I can only conclude that Zürich is actually a pretty ‘happening” town when it comes to sex. I mean there were a lot of sites for various sexually oriented clubs and businesses – a LOT! It looked like there were several private clubs that someone could go to and pay an entry fee (the fees all seemed to be very reasonable – well less than €300) and basically spend the entire evening just “playing” around with the other guests. It looked to me like these were your basic swinger’s clubs. Now I’ve never been to a swinger’s club and I’m not really sure how well I would do at a place like that – I wrote down the address to one of these clubs figuring that I might check it out, if for nothing more, for curiosity. I then concentrated my efforts on the places that looked to be more like the strip club / sex shop places that I was more familiar with.
One of these places, Sol-fit had listed various prices for time blocks that could be purchased with the women that worked there. There were two categories of women that one could buy time with – models and V.I.P. girls. The pricing for the models was €150, €240 and €380 respectively for 30 minutes, 60 minutes and 90 minutes. For the V.I.P. girls, these were raised to €200, €300 and €440. There was also pricing for an Escort Service that, according to the website, was from 22:00 – 07:00. The cost of this was €1500. I was very interested in the Escort Service…
Many of you reading my blog may have noticed that I haven’t posted anything about the trip I took to Athens a couple weekends ago. There is a reason for this – I’m still trying to figure out exactly what happened to me there. What I need to tell you now is that I spent a LOT of money in Athens – and I do mean a LOT! I was basically a pawn that fell directly into the rather complex (well, I suppose it’s pretty simple, but executed with great precision on people like me) system that was designed to separate as much money from me as possible. Unfortunately, this is not the time to explain exactly what happened to me there, but rest assured that I will get that story up here sooner or later. For now all you need to know is that I spent a lot of money in Athens and came back with contact information for Anna. That was all I got for the money I spent however I am still hoping that, in the end, this will actually justify that trip. I mean I really do like Anna – but that’s another story for another time. Last weekend was Zürich.
I sent off a couple emails (one to Sol-fit and one to a place called The Bolero Club) to inquire a bit more on services offered. These emails were sent the Thursday before I was scheduled to be boarding a City Night Line train on Friday


My roommate boarded the train a few stops later and it was exactly as I had suspected – no words were even exchanged (which is a good thing as I still can’t hold a conversation in German) and the man that was sharing my compartment took the lower bunk as I was already occupying the upper bunk. I spent the next 9 or so hours drifting in and out of sleep until Sylvia (I believe that was her name…), the lady that checked me in the night before, woke us up for breakfast. We were in Switzerland – not quite Zürich yet – and it was still a couple hours before our scheduled arrival time. I finished the trip by eating the breakfast served (a croissant, a roll with butter, three slices of cheese and a coffee), having a couple smokes and departing the train after it arrived at the Zürich Hauptbahnhof. It was a short walk to the Hotel Leoneck…
I arrived at the hotel to find that it was actually a very cow oriented design. It was kinda cute how everything at the hotel was somehow related to the bovine. There was even a restaurant attached to the hotel named The Crazy Cow. That’s cool – apparently the proprietors liked cows. I was able to check into my room a bit early (it was around 10:30am when I arrived) and took the elevator up to room #514 – the top floor…

The first couple attempts didn’t go to well as I couldn’t figure out how to get an outside line from the hotel. It was written on the phone that all I needed to do was press ‘0’ for an outside line, but all of my attempts did not seem to be working. I finally called down to the front desk and inquired and they said to try it an a few minutes. A few minutes later I was able to get an outside line and called the number I had written down for Sol-fit. I ended up getting a recording in several different languages telling me that the number dialed was unable to accept calls at the current time. Did I write down the right number? I thought so… Oh well, it was early. I took a shower and watched some CNN (the only English channel available…).
It was around 2:00pm when I was finally able to get an answer on the line but the



We sat down on the bed, lit up a couple of cigarettes and started to get acquainted. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, she was also very well spoken (in something like four languages) and intelligent. I learned that she was Hungarian by birth and was now living on an island in Spain. She was a model for a Spanish newspaper and was in Zürich (a city that she was not very fond of, by the way…) for something like one week to make some money. Janina is a very nice woman. Nice enough to make me veer a bit from my plans…
You see, I had an awful lot of time to kill as I was waiting for 8:00 to roll around. During this time I was pretty much devising a plan to try to get as much as I could for the €1500 that I would be spending. The thing is that I am no longer a “spring chicken” and, to make matters worse, I’ve recently been having a bit of trouble with ED (Erectile Dysfunction). I needed to plan this out so that I would hopefully be able to do what I used to be able to do when I was younger – I was thinking a minimum of three rounds … minimum… My plan was simple enough – meet with Janina, have sex (round 1), go out to dinner, return from dinner and have sex (round 2), perhaps sleep for a couple hours to reenergize, wake up a couple hours before she was scheduled to leave and have some more sex (round 3). That was the plan. This is what happened…

The dinner was good. The conversation (other than my poor ability to hear well in open areas) was interesting. I think Janina was actually more sexually attracted to our waiter than she was to me; but she was stuck with me since I recently just gave her €1500. Don’t take that the wrong way, I was okay with it. I mean she’s 26 years old. She tried to hide it a bit, but I could tell – she liked our waiter… That didn’t matter though – I was guaranteed that she would be returning back to the room with me. Okay, sure, in a perfect situation she would have been more attracted to me but there’s not much I can do about that. I, however, had the €1500 to spend so the waiter will just have to wait his turn… After dinner I purchased a bottle of champagne, borrowed a couple champagne glasses from the restaurant and headed back up to my room with Janina.
I brought a couple ‘special’ cigarettes with me on this trip and figured that that would be an excellent ice breaker and maybe be a smooth transition into the sex. I asked Janina if she wanted to smoke one and she seemed a bit tentative at first but soon agreed. She said it had been a while since she smoked marijuana but that it wasn’t anything new to her. We sat on the bed and shared a smoke. Janina’s reaction was a serious case of the giggles. She was so cute sitting there next to me and just laughing! She was having a bit of trouble completing her thoughts but god she was cute! I then walked her up to the full length mirror and we began to undress each other. We then headed over to the little bed and had some fun.
I did everything I could to satisfy this woman; unfortunately, thanks to the damn ED issue I’m currently experiencing, I needed to rely primarily on my oral skills. This seems to be a consistently repeating situation with me lately. It’s frustrating as hell although, and I really don’t mind patting myself on the back a bit, it has given me plenty of opportunities to further hone my oral skills. Janina seemed to be satisfied and I must admit that I do enjoy satisfying the women. This fucking ED problem that I seem to have acquired is really beginning to bug me though. Janina, however, was a good sport about it and I was able to “finish” although the climax was rather anti-climatic… I didn’t let that bother me though as I was sure that I would be getting at least one more chance. I was wrong about this, but that’s just the way things go with me…
After we had finished the sex, it was – if I remember correctly – somewhere around 1:00 in the morning. I was going to have Janina there until 6:00 though, so we were actually only half way through the time purchased. This was where things started going wrong…

This was where the problem with the damn bed came into play. I had Janina set her alarm for 4:00 in the hope that we could have some fun before she left at 6:00 and tried to get some sleep myself. It was actually 3:15 when I let Janina leave. She was complaining about the small bed and my snoring. What could I do? Sure, I paid €1500 for the 10 hours, but it was more than apparent that Janina just wanted to leave. At 3:15, she did just that…
An interesting side note to this story is that I did actually give Janina the URL to this blog. I doubt she will actually read this as I am under the impression that she thinks I’m a jerk. I’m hoping that my impression is wrong, but I have to admit that that is pretty much how I felt – like a jerk. If you are reading this, Janina, please let me apologize. I’m sorry about the stupid small bed – the travel plans were made long before I knew I would be having a guest for the night. I’m sorry about the snoring – believe me, I know how annoying that is to others. Most of all I’m sorry about the way I was acting. You might not believe this, but I am actually a rather nice guy. The whole problem here was that I was spending more money than I should have been and I was a bit upset with myself over not sticking with the plans that I had been devising throughout the day. I really do think that you are a wonderful person and it saddens me to think of all the crap that you must have to go through to make money with the profession that you have chosen…
Also, this little battle I now get to face with my ED problem is frustrating as hell for me. The first thing I did after returning to my apartment in Braunschweig was go online and order up some Viagra! I need all the help I can get as I really don’t know how much more my self esteem can take…
Well, this story is ending up quite a bit longer than I was expecting (shocking, I know…) so I think I’m going to end it here for now and fill you readers in on my Sunday in Zürich a bit later. It’s an interesting story and I ended up dropping a lot of money – I won’t say exactly how much, but the night with Janina was a bargain… My newfound ambition of living my life to the fullest is becoming quite expensive. I was even considering canceling my trip to Paris this next weekend but have since decided that I’m going to go. I’m planning on just doing the tourist “thing” there anyway, so I’m hoping that it won’t be nearly as expensive as the last couple of trips; but I suppose one never knows. I am who I am…
bis später,
Coriolis
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