After my haircut & after dinner I went back to Charing Cross. Had three in the Calcutta on a Friday night, one or two sexy girls but mostly older women! Then straight to Sunset Cinema but it was already nearly 22:30. After a while black jacket, black skirt, black stockinged woman came in upstairs screen with man, medium brown hair, and they sat not doing much. I came back and sat just behind them & saw her skirt was pulled up high & she had suspenders showing. Man to my left started reaching round & grabbing her breasts, and with that it was like a whistle was blown, because everyone jumped from their seats & fell upon her. It was Kay, the same black dress woman from before. I pulled down her dress from behind and was fondling her breasts, while man stood in front of her wanking. I was rubbing my erect penis against her head, wrapping it in her hair, rubbing it against her cheek. She kept saying don’t spunk on my black clothes and "don't cum in my hair!" Oral sex is all she will do the man kept saying. I so much wanted to be round the front. Kay said something I didn't catch and the man next to me smiled at me kindly "You didn't mean to, mate, did you. It was an accident!" It got so hot she said it was like a sauna & eventually they gave up & went downstairs and were gone. I got a look at her in the bar to see her face for the first time & she is really pretty. Popped into Boulevard but the girls were so anonymous—another year till I go back! My cock is so hard now as I write this.****On the 77 back to Vauxhall this morning, I felt so powerful & free. How lovely to have my own flat all to myself. How lovely to get up fresh as a daisy at 630AM, and be out the flat by 7AM. I will start a new habit of rising early. I have cured myself of one addiction i.e. the Black Hole of Calcutta by adopting another i.e. the Sunset Cinema. The cinema really turns me on & gets me so much in the mood for Demi or Pamela. I am even tired of Sunset Strip now. I thought my freshness this morning (considering I did not get to bed till 230AM and was already up by 630AM) and my lack of drunkenness when I got back to my flat last night was down to the vigour of my wanking in the cinema, but when I think about it I only had the three pints in Calcutta and one bottle in Boulevard—that obviously is my good safe level. I was so nearly ready to come by twenty past midnight when I left the cinema, yet obviously not really exploding as I need to be before going to room. I went to Demi but was kept waiting outside door, so went to Pamela but was kept waiting inside, so went back to Demi and was told busy, so I went to KFC & had done with it. Now I’ve still got the £86 in my pocket so that is pleasing. I felt so empty last night though, thinking about Pamela. Already the Age of Melani is over, to be replaced by the Age of Pamela. She is another Ana Maria, another Lela. I WILL DRINK MORE WATER & START WAKING EARLY IN THE MORNINGS. How joyous life is, I thought, as I came down the early morning sun drenched station approach. It is good to be up at this time of day before the sun gets hot. People who don’t go to prostitutes, and pornographic cinemas, and strip clubs, who don’t live the life I do, I think of as outsiders.
Now I am staying in Soho much later i.e. after the pubs close, particularly the one on the corner of Peter Street, maybe I can try the other Peter Street places, meaning the one where I met Maria. This is to be a season of the flesh again. Like in the harbour at Antwerp. Looking at Rubenesque art all day, and in the brothels all night.
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