In June of 2002, I found myself in an interesting position; my travel arrangements left me with a stopover in Amsterdam that afforded me a few hours to take in the, um, sites of the city. Strangely enough, despite not having been to the red light district there for about six months, I wasn’t at all horny. Be that as it may, I felt an obligation to take advantage of the circumstances.

After that long flight, I decided to stretch my legs, walk to the Singel and visit an old favorite, Bianca. Unfortunately, she was occupied at the time. More unfortunately, she quit the profession a few months later so I’ll never have the opportunity again. I took a stroll over to Park 118, but only one lady was available and not at all my type (although she was quite friendly). Back in the Singel, Bianca was still engaged, but I met a friendly Czech. Unfortunately, she was charging premium prices instead of the usual Singel bargains. At 1PM I decided to head over to the Walletjes red light district.

I made my initial pass and determined that weekday afternoons are quiet. However, there were some very attractive ladies working and I made note of the ones who smiled. The first one I approached was very lively, but her teeth were grey from chain smoking (yuck!).

The next was a tall, cute blonde with a sincere smile and pale freckles. She was so relaxed that I decided to try my luck with her and stepped inside. Negotiations were conducted and I felt quite at home with her. However, I was rather disturbed by the fact that the little wombat displayed no reaction to the fact that before me stood a delightful, and naked, young lady. I dismissed it as the result of jetlag. It was then I realized that we hadn’t exchanged names. I just about did a double take when she introduced herself as Sabrina. I’d heard a llot about a girl by this name. I asked her a couple of questions and established the fact that she was in fact the Sabrina I’d read about.

I had looked for her often enough, but could never seem to figure out where she worked. It turns out that you have to be there early, as she does not seem to work the evenings.

Sabrina quickly surmised that I had read about her on the web. In fact, she showed me some of the messages guys had printed and delivered to her. She was quite pleased with her notoriety. How refreshing!

She offered to share a joint and I agreed. The little wombat still wasn’t making an appearance, so I decided to offer her a massage. This lady is in remarkably nice shape for someone who never exercises outside of working hours. She was pleased with the massage, having only received ONE in the past year and a half!

She insisted on returning the favor so I collapsed on the bed and gave me a light going over. As comfortable as I was with her, the little bastard was still sleeping. I rolled over on my back and explained the situation. Not only did she understand, but also knew exactly what to do to get the little traitor standing at attention in no time flat. Her oral techniques are a delight to behold as well as experience.

Unfortunately, I was not allowed the return the favor. In any event, the sex that followed was delicious. Her six-foot frame made for a wonderful doggie position and missionary was a delight as she wrapped her long legs around my waist … then neck. Mmmmm. I particularly enjoyed standing her up and entering from behind as I had to practically go up on my toes she's so tall.

Photo: Willowy Sabrina

My only regret was that I did not spend more time with her. Unfortunately, my mind, which I couldn’t control that day either, was already planning the walk back to the train station and figuring out my route through the airport. I bid her farewell and promised to visit her on my next trip.

Little did I realize that I would not return to Amsterdam again. Having tasted the fruit of Brazil and South East Asia, there’s just no going back for me.

Thanks for the report amigo. While Amsterdam is a beautiful city full of gorgeous girls I'd never go back there again to hobby. I don't regret my trip there as the city is gorgeous but the hobby scene simply can't compare to the places you mentioned.

The only place in Europe I'm anxious to return for the hobby scene is Lugano, Switzerland and Prague.

Yeah, Godfather, Holland is terrific with plenty of beautiful women. However, I figured that the money I spent in the red light district during my few months there I could have financed four or five trips to Rio and Thailand. Yes, if we only knew then what we know now. Someday I'm going to make it to Eastern Europe!