I always love returning to Berlin. It’s the city my daygame adventure began, with my first ever daygame lay who became my Turkish regular. Needing a place to crash, I took her up on her offer to host me whenever I’m passing through. So I let her know I’d arrive Friday early afternoon and leave on Sunday.
The weekend itself was intense: we always explore our limits together. It’s as if I’m her safe escape. I love taking her to clubs and other seedy places where she wouldn’t be able to go by herself. She only goes on these adventures with me 1.
This time, our adventure began Friday evening at Sosi e Morsi. It’s an Italian dinner and wine bar that’s known among Berlin locals as a place to get good cocaine at a fair price. Basically, the owners are keenly aware that all the patrons are constantly snorting lines in the back of the establishment, in a room called “der Büro” (the office). Soon enough, I located the house dealer and got us one gram to share.
The evening progressed of us sipping exquisite Italian wines, meeting up with friends after, taking selfies (like we used to) in mirrors and just genuinely enjoying each other’s company without games. We kissed throughout as cocaine always makes me incredibly horny.
The girl loves dancing and I promised to take her to a Berlin club we haven’t been yet. This time it was RSO, a dark East Berlin techno club. The music was loud, and the club was rather empty. Worse: we were out of cocaine. I couldn’t find anyone shady enough - but not too sketchy - to buy from. She was happy with dancing but I nevertheless bounced her back to Sosi e Morsi where I bought another two grams.
After a couple of wines I got too horny and around 4 AM I bounced her back to her flat where we spent until 9 AM working through the bag, and both having extremely horny chemsex for hours on end. At least, if my dick had worked. Cocaine always kills my boner unfortunately and I didn’t have any viagra on me to compensate. Nevertheless, our naked sweaty bodies writhing over each other was enough fun to keep us going until the morning. Although it wasn’t the first time, the experience definitely brought us closer.
I didn’t sleep at all that night and still went to the gym2. That Saturday evening I took the girl to Vabali which is a lavish spa complex in West Berlin. Imagine Shangri-La but full of naked Germans. There’s over a dozen sauna’s and pools and many lounges with food and drinks. It was fun being in a half-comatose state of sleep-deprivation and cocaine withdrawal while seeing her swim naked in front of me. I liked massaging her neck and kissing in the sauna. In the lounge I remember her ordering a big cake (along with some wine). It felt like we were two teenagers enjoying luxuries we’re not supposed to.
At midnight, Vabali closed and I peacefully fell asleep at her place to the sounds of her saying she wants to go out and party. It’s amazing how resilient girl’s bodies in their early twenties are… I was knackered and slept a deep sleep.
The next day, we remembered that we bought mushroom chocolate3 before we went to Sosi e Morsi. We decided to enjoy the final day being high out of our minds on psychedelic mushrooms. We were watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Right as king Arthur reached the French castle, I started to get seriously high: elements in the room started to morph into geometric patterns.
The girl likes having sex while we’re tripping and started to snuggle up to me. “Remember how we had sex while on mushrooms last time?”, she said. I did. I had fucked her standing against my wardrobe, on the floor on the mat, that while high looked like a field of flowers. It was idyllic. I started to get horny too. I only remember parts, but what I vividly remember was, for some reason, imagining myself being a high-level USSR politician and the Turkish girl a little horny Moscow school girl. You know, with the red scarf and short skill outfit and all. In my lucid dreaming, while fucking, I was imagining we were on the top floor of a Stalinist skyscraper. The experience deeply pleased me.
Once we sobered up, we ate the rest of the chocolate, and decided to visit a weird modern art museum. It has fun visual effects that would appeal to a mind that’s tripping balls. Arriving there and walking through the exposition I was questioning the sanity of anyone who would visit this place sober on a Sunday night. We were not the odd ones there I concluded.
A painting I enjoyed.
The evening ended with us getting sushi at an upscale place and me boarding the night train to Belgium.
She even told her mom about me and said she’s always relieved when I’m around because mom knows I’ll take care of her daughter. ↩︎
I promised my female neighbor (who I happen to also have banged when I was moving out of Berlin) I’d meet her for a gym session. Normally I would have cancelled the appointment but I never cancel a gym session so I went there. She told me my pupils were still dilated when I met her in the afternoon. ↩︎
There is a Späti (nightshop) in Berlin that sells innocuous looking chocolate bars that contain about 4 grams of psychedelic mushrooms. Eating one block of this bar is enough to embark on a trip involving strong hallucinations. ↩︎