Sex und der Stadt - Leck mich am Arsch!
Somewhere between July and the new hip Prenzlaurberg area in Berlin, a Bavarian gentleman crossed path with the eccentric morbid queen. Taken by her exotic looks and her diverting conversation, the Bavarian gentleman made a few advances and got the eccentric morbid queen's interest piqued.
Looking more like a photo from a postcard, the Bavarian gentleman had typical German looks, tall, blond hair, and blue eyes. With a childish smile that was both easy and charming.
All through July, while the eccentric morbid queen explored the exciting gay scene in Berlin and the endless possibilities of all kinds of engagement, she made sure she dedicated a little extra time for her Bavarian pumpernickel. He also worked in the arts, and was keen on frequenting all the major art galleries, exhibitions and events.
Things could not have been more perfect. And just as the eccentric morbid queen was about to end her delightful stay in Berlin, they promised to meet again, and soon. August they said, but then August passed and it was not before October when they agreed to meet again. While the Bavarian gentleman kept an aloof distance, the eccentric morbid queen refused to see that as lack of interest. She interpreted it as GEDD (German Emotional Dysfunctionality Disorder). And insisted that her Bavarian Sauerkraut could not be more true or sincere.
So for months the eccentric morbid queen tried to condition herself that she has a little Bavarian Stuck waiting just around the hip part of Berlin, all excited about being with her and who knows how it might turn out to be.
While feeling that this little Bavarian tryst might not work the eccentric morbid queen tried her hand at little Egyptian Sadesuqe vignette (shall be discussed in a separate post), which also ended up in disaster. Confirming her fears that Egyptian men can not even be half-pint imitation of any interesting archetypes.
Soon it was October and with a mixture of dread and trepidation the eccentric morbid queen landed in cold, cold Berlin to find her Bavarian strudel waiting.
While true to his culture of the south, of hospitality and generosity, there was a certain kind of distance that could not be mistaken. Almost borderline irritation.
And while for two days the Bavarian gentleman tried to have his way with the eccentric morbid queen, suddenly he lost interest, and refused to fulfill his conjugal duties.
The eccentric morbid queen wondering, how come her nights with her Bavarian Kartoffen are not filled with endless passion, how come there are no flying sparks, the answer came in flat German tones, "I think you like you me too much" her Bavarian archloch said.
The eccentric morbid queen could not believe the extent of her misjudgment. Not only was her Bavarian archloch cold, and frigid, but he was worse than meanest of any Egyptian man she has ever met (including her mugger).
Before she knew it, the eccentric morbid queen was on the streets of Berlin, looking for a place to stay in for the night. Her Bavarian archloch kicked her out of his place and told her "it would be better if spends her remaining time in Berlin in a hotel".
So much for Bavarian hospitality and fabulous gay Berlin.
Looking more like a photo from a postcard, the Bavarian gentleman had typical German looks, tall, blond hair, and blue eyes. With a childish smile that was both easy and charming.
All through July, while the eccentric morbid queen explored the exciting gay scene in Berlin and the endless possibilities of all kinds of engagement, she made sure she dedicated a little extra time for her Bavarian pumpernickel. He also worked in the arts, and was keen on frequenting all the major art galleries, exhibitions and events.
Things could not have been more perfect. And just as the eccentric morbid queen was about to end her delightful stay in Berlin, they promised to meet again, and soon. August they said, but then August passed and it was not before October when they agreed to meet again. While the Bavarian gentleman kept an aloof distance, the eccentric morbid queen refused to see that as lack of interest. She interpreted it as GEDD (German Emotional Dysfunctionality Disorder). And insisted that her Bavarian Sauerkraut could not be more true or sincere.
So for months the eccentric morbid queen tried to condition herself that she has a little Bavarian Stuck waiting just around the hip part of Berlin, all excited about being with her and who knows how it might turn out to be.
While feeling that this little Bavarian tryst might not work the eccentric morbid queen tried her hand at little Egyptian Sadesuqe vignette (shall be discussed in a separate post), which also ended up in disaster. Confirming her fears that Egyptian men can not even be half-pint imitation of any interesting archetypes.
Soon it was October and with a mixture of dread and trepidation the eccentric morbid queen landed in cold, cold Berlin to find her Bavarian strudel waiting.
While true to his culture of the south, of hospitality and generosity, there was a certain kind of distance that could not be mistaken. Almost borderline irritation.
And while for two days the Bavarian gentleman tried to have his way with the eccentric morbid queen, suddenly he lost interest, and refused to fulfill his conjugal duties.
The eccentric morbid queen wondering, how come her nights with her Bavarian Kartoffen are not filled with endless passion, how come there are no flying sparks, the answer came in flat German tones, "I think you like you me too much" her Bavarian archloch said.
The eccentric morbid queen could not believe the extent of her misjudgment. Not only was her Bavarian archloch cold, and frigid, but he was worse than meanest of any Egyptian man she has ever met (including her mugger).
Before she knew it, the eccentric morbid queen was on the streets of Berlin, looking for a place to stay in for the night. Her Bavarian archloch kicked her out of his place and told her "it would be better if spends her remaining time in Berlin in a hotel".
So much for Bavarian hospitality and fabulous gay Berlin.
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