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11-26-2003, 07:18 AM
This report was posted in full on another web-site. It was so well-done that I thought I'd pass along an excerpt:
"Two factors make the FKK truly unique in the world: price and performance. First, the entrance fee at, for example Atlantis, is only 65 euros, and once you enter, the women are only 50 euros a throw. This is a remarkable value considering the quality of the pussy they have assembled. The second factor is the sheer volume of remarkably beautiful women they have managed to gather. Guys, the women here are as good as the top strippers at Cheetahs in Atlanta or Mitchell Brothers in San Francisco. But instead of a lapdance for $40 and a sneaky extra (usually a covered handjob or blow) for $200 and up… you get a bareback blow, deep French kissing, cunnilingus, followed by enthusiastic multi-position covered fucking, for the bargain price of only 50 euros. . . .
To give you an idea of the potential at Atlantis, the night before I arrived, during the Frankfurt Book Expo, over 150 women were available that evening. My first night at Atlantis, I saw about 75 women, and at Oase, about 50. A very rough estimate was that maybe 25-30% of the girls at Atlantis are drop dead gorgeous, but most of the rest are either remarkably beautiful or likely skilled in the arts of lovemaking. The mean was a solid 7-8 . . .
While driving back to my hotel on the autobahn in a finely tuned BMW, it occurred to me that the FKK is simply another demonstration of superior German engineering. Simply put, Atlantis and Oase are the autobahn of sexclubs, an opportunity to floor it sexually, and experience the thrill and excitement of sexuality without limits. My very first experience at an FKK was like driving at 140 mph. What a rush! With two dozen of these girls rated as honest to goodness, cross my heart DDG, and it was more than sufficient to frazzle my nerves. I mean, these girls were gorgeous enough for you to say, “Okay, I’m yours. I’ll marry you without a pre-nup, if you’ll just gimme that blowjob of yours once a day.” The hardest decision was who to fuck and who to turn down or throw back into the water.
Allow me to go into a bit more detail about this feeling of being the proverbial kid in a candy store. I had to first overcome the initial shock of so many beautiful women, all available for a pittance. I realized that we Americans are like Russians during the Cold War. A friend of mine from Russia told me that most shops in Moscow were depleted, and long queues would form when anything good was for sale. The minute he entered the United States, he was simply stunned by the wide variety of product available in any supermarket or department store. Kruschev once visited the United States, broke away from his handlers and CIA observers, and snuck out to see a supermarket. Afterwards, he remarked, “I was not so much amazed by the opulence of the American supermarket, I was much more amazed by how they predicted which market I would choose to visit, in order to stock it fully before my arrival.” Well, Atlantis is like being in a supermarket of sex, after a lifetime of deprivation and overpriced escorts in a sexually impoverished country. Because of the moralistic restraints of the American culture, the services of a beautiful escort will cost upwards of $300-400 an hour in most metropolitan areas. But here in an FKK, prostitution has been legalized and optimized by the efficient and pragmatic Germans. So in terms of price and performance… the FKK is like driving in a precision tuned Mercedes or BMW on a smooth and well maintained autobahn, as compared to driving a shitty little Ford Escort on a road overwhelmed with potholes in the good ole U.S. of A.
The second shock is the prevalence of public sex. The entrance fee would be worth it, just for the show. First, you have to experience it first hand to really get what I mean, all these naked beautiful women are just radiating sexual energy. It was a fucking sexual furnace in there. At Atlantis, the favorite position they assume is kneeling over a chair backwards, chatting with another girl over the back of chair, butt up in the air. You walk by, and they undulate their asses just a little, as if the pussies were uncomfortable and really needed your penis inside them… please! In this position, you can see their pussy lips, and trust me, this will nail your attention every time. Very few of the girls ever need to do a hard sell. Maybe one will walk up to you and say, in either German or English, “Hi, you wanna fuck me?” Very direct, very pragmatic, very German. Yeah, German girls LIKE sex. They’re unabashed about it, without hang-ups, are able to act like total sluts without a drop of guilt or shame. Sex ist naturlich, nein?
Anyway, after you pick out a girl, and ask her to sit with you, she’ll cheerfully lay out a towel on the sofa next to you, and provide you with a major GFE experience. Kissing, laughing, teasing, fondling. Then, she’ll give you a public blowjob, and trust me, they’re good. The ultimate way of saying, “See? I’m not a ROB.” You’ll be hard in no time, and gasping, “Okay, okay, let’s go babe…” . . .
But it wasn’t always hot and sexy. There was this one couple in the sofa in front of me… well, let’s just say that it was obviously his second or third pop, because she could NOT get him off. She tried fucking, sucking, jerking him off with every technique she knew, and nothing was working. Every so often, she’d come up for air, kiss his neck, and this look of exasperation would escape from her, when she thought no one was watching. But she never betrayed how much she wanted him to get off, was always there for him, laughing, being sexy, working it like a challenge. It was heartbreaking to see how hard these girls have to work so the show can go on, for a measly 50 euros. . . . "
"Two factors make the FKK truly unique in the world: price and performance. First, the entrance fee at, for example Atlantis, is only 65 euros, and once you enter, the women are only 50 euros a throw. This is a remarkable value considering the quality of the pussy they have assembled. The second factor is the sheer volume of remarkably beautiful women they have managed to gather. Guys, the women here are as good as the top strippers at Cheetahs in Atlanta or Mitchell Brothers in San Francisco. But instead of a lapdance for $40 and a sneaky extra (usually a covered handjob or blow) for $200 and up… you get a bareback blow, deep French kissing, cunnilingus, followed by enthusiastic multi-position covered fucking, for the bargain price of only 50 euros. . . .
To give you an idea of the potential at Atlantis, the night before I arrived, during the Frankfurt Book Expo, over 150 women were available that evening. My first night at Atlantis, I saw about 75 women, and at Oase, about 50. A very rough estimate was that maybe 25-30% of the girls at Atlantis are drop dead gorgeous, but most of the rest are either remarkably beautiful or likely skilled in the arts of lovemaking. The mean was a solid 7-8 . . .
While driving back to my hotel on the autobahn in a finely tuned BMW, it occurred to me that the FKK is simply another demonstration of superior German engineering. Simply put, Atlantis and Oase are the autobahn of sexclubs, an opportunity to floor it sexually, and experience the thrill and excitement of sexuality without limits. My very first experience at an FKK was like driving at 140 mph. What a rush! With two dozen of these girls rated as honest to goodness, cross my heart DDG, and it was more than sufficient to frazzle my nerves. I mean, these girls were gorgeous enough for you to say, “Okay, I’m yours. I’ll marry you without a pre-nup, if you’ll just gimme that blowjob of yours once a day.” The hardest decision was who to fuck and who to turn down or throw back into the water.
Allow me to go into a bit more detail about this feeling of being the proverbial kid in a candy store. I had to first overcome the initial shock of so many beautiful women, all available for a pittance. I realized that we Americans are like Russians during the Cold War. A friend of mine from Russia told me that most shops in Moscow were depleted, and long queues would form when anything good was for sale. The minute he entered the United States, he was simply stunned by the wide variety of product available in any supermarket or department store. Kruschev once visited the United States, broke away from his handlers and CIA observers, and snuck out to see a supermarket. Afterwards, he remarked, “I was not so much amazed by the opulence of the American supermarket, I was much more amazed by how they predicted which market I would choose to visit, in order to stock it fully before my arrival.” Well, Atlantis is like being in a supermarket of sex, after a lifetime of deprivation and overpriced escorts in a sexually impoverished country. Because of the moralistic restraints of the American culture, the services of a beautiful escort will cost upwards of $300-400 an hour in most metropolitan areas. But here in an FKK, prostitution has been legalized and optimized by the efficient and pragmatic Germans. So in terms of price and performance… the FKK is like driving in a precision tuned Mercedes or BMW on a smooth and well maintained autobahn, as compared to driving a shitty little Ford Escort on a road overwhelmed with potholes in the good ole U.S. of A.
The second shock is the prevalence of public sex. The entrance fee would be worth it, just for the show. First, you have to experience it first hand to really get what I mean, all these naked beautiful women are just radiating sexual energy. It was a fucking sexual furnace in there. At Atlantis, the favorite position they assume is kneeling over a chair backwards, chatting with another girl over the back of chair, butt up in the air. You walk by, and they undulate their asses just a little, as if the pussies were uncomfortable and really needed your penis inside them… please! In this position, you can see their pussy lips, and trust me, this will nail your attention every time. Very few of the girls ever need to do a hard sell. Maybe one will walk up to you and say, in either German or English, “Hi, you wanna fuck me?” Very direct, very pragmatic, very German. Yeah, German girls LIKE sex. They’re unabashed about it, without hang-ups, are able to act like total sluts without a drop of guilt or shame. Sex ist naturlich, nein?
Anyway, after you pick out a girl, and ask her to sit with you, she’ll cheerfully lay out a towel on the sofa next to you, and provide you with a major GFE experience. Kissing, laughing, teasing, fondling. Then, she’ll give you a public blowjob, and trust me, they’re good. The ultimate way of saying, “See? I’m not a ROB.” You’ll be hard in no time, and gasping, “Okay, okay, let’s go babe…” . . .
But it wasn’t always hot and sexy. There was this one couple in the sofa in front of me… well, let’s just say that it was obviously his second or third pop, because she could NOT get him off. She tried fucking, sucking, jerking him off with every technique she knew, and nothing was working. Every so often, she’d come up for air, kiss his neck, and this look of exasperation would escape from her, when she thought no one was watching. But she never betrayed how much she wanted him to get off, was always there for him, laughing, being sexy, working it like a challenge. It was heartbreaking to see how hard these girls have to work so the show can go on, for a measly 50 euros. . . . "