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OK, here's a first: Logging onto BoyToy while traveling. It’s raining today. Quite the downpour. Expected this time of year. Can't do much on a day like today. So I thought I’d check in to hear the decibel level of the crickets… For a fantasy not quite the same as Oliver's Pool Party in PS, a convivial event which Lucky created, and to brighten things up a bit around here, I thought I would share my version of a "travel escape", one that is near and dear to me. You can think of this thread as a chapter from my daily diary. A few friends from the escort world know I’ve been in Europe on business, also entertaining a few escorts on the side (thank you, Luciano). If Oz had nothing better to do (I'm sure he does), he could visit his Control Panel and identify my hotel's IP address and offer my location to the three non-believers, perhaps by using MySQL. I don’t need Oz to verify where I am -- I’m living the reality -- but I grant him permission to share that information if he feels like it. You can always count on a troll to scream, "Liar!," because that’s what trolls do. On to travel... I don’t remember living a life that did not include travel. My parents enjoyed adventure. Before I moved to NYC to attend college, I made solo trips on weekends to take in Broadway shows (saw A Chorus Line six times) and explored streets and neighborhoods to see where I might want to settle one day. I suppose that’s when the travel bug bit in a serious way. In my early corporate years while working in television, I felt very lucky that travel became a job requirement. I’m not sure when hotel hopping became a favorite sport. On early business trips to L.A., I did swap The L'Ermitage Mondrian, where we had a corporate account, for The Beverly Hills Hotel, otherwise known as the Pink Palace. In those days, I had to cover the extra cost. There was nothing wrong with my stays at the Mondrian, but I preferred the history and the fantasy of those fabulous bungalows. But, ultimately, my appreciation for variety was probably influenced by a few World Tours I worked on, in and out of luxury hotels, quite often with a Grammy Award winner or two. (Luther always put on a great show and stayed at the very best properties.) I’m a natural born chronicler: I like to record ideas, visuals, and events. Yes, I'm Martha Stewart on acid. Before computers, I considered a Steelcase™ file cabinet a treasured piece of furniture. Needless to say, I’ve accumulated quite an archive of highly coveted rooms in favorite hotels around the world. It just so happens this current trip involves working with a few hotels; some new, and a few old favorites. As you might imagine, I love this kind of job. Respecting privacy, I won’t offer too many details. For the sake of entertaining the crickets, I'm happy to share some visuals. All the photos are poor quality by intention. If anyone wishes to see high-resolution, you’ll need to travel with me. :-) Modern architecture rarely excites me. I prefer older classics that feature elegant artisan flourishes from another era and buildings steeped in history. I adore lush gardens, beautiful pools, antique furniture, and rich fabrics. I also admire spectacular stone masonry and old-world moulding details, the kind of design elements you rarely see anymore. No matter where I stay, the first thing I order is fresh flowers for my room. My mother had a talent for landscaping, and I often helped her in her various gardens at a very early age. I maintain a list of favorite florists in locations I frequent, but many of these small, artisan businesses don’t survive rising rents. Btw, I love having sex with a handsome, talented male florist. For some reason, sex has been great with guys who love to play with flowers. A floral shop in Europe is a great way to meet fun, sexy men. I’m not a control freak, but I often enjoy doing my own arranging. For lengthy hotel visits, I’ve been known to ship a favorite flower vase to a hotel, if I know their inventory is not to my liking. I’ve had certain hotel managers lend me a beautiful piece or two from his/her home collection. That’s what I call trust and great service. On several occasions, I've gifted a hotel manager or a housekeeper with a special vase for the extraordinary service I received. Luckily, the favorite hotel below offers a terrific collection of beautiful vases. I love an all-marble bathroom that’s cleverly designed. Some big-city hotels do their best to squeeze quite a bit of luxury equipment into a fairly small space. Here, two sinks flank the mirrored step-up/step-down bathtub. The tub is just large enough for two naked men to frolic and relax together. The back mirror and the side ledges make the space fun for all kinds of sexual activity. The Jacuzzi jets at the bottom of the tub are impossible to resist when the body aches from working too hard. :-) Next to flowers, bottled water is the next must-have item delivered. I usually request the water to be placed in my room before check-in. I have my crazy reasons, but I don’t drink tap water. At this gorgeous hotel, the room-service men happen to be drop-dead gorgeous, so I wait until I arrive before placing my order. When the men are as beautiful as the decor, I want them entering my room as often as possible. I enjoy flirting with a handsome service guy, even if I suspect he’s straight. Straight guys who work in hospitality are usually very cool and open-minded. They see it all. Breakfast (sometimes twice) is the most important meal for me, especially when I’m working on-the-road. I’m an early riser, usually 5 AM, and in Europe, I rarely eat lunch before 2 PM. I can’t work or exercise on an empty stomach, and my body responds better if it gets most of its nourishment early in the day. Certain hotels offer amazing breakfasts, with in-house chefs filling the air with 5-star sweet and savory scents. The favorite hotel below offers one of the best breakfasts I’ve ever experienced. Even if this magical place didn’t offer other spectacular amenities, I would probably seek it out just for its breakfast. My mouth waters thinking about it. I’ve stayed at this special hotel on numerous occasions. Regular customers in grand boutique hotels typically receive extraordinary treatment. That alone is a good reason to return. I don’t love the traditional decor of my favorite room. Unless it's quirky and clever, traditional is not my preferred decorating style. However, this room offers other treats, which I can’t seem to resist. The large, draped window-doors in the living room open to a large terrace, which we’ll get to in a minute. Behind me is the bathroom, which leads to its own private terrace with outdoor shower. The bath is a unique study in marble, with separate rooms for shower, toilet, and bidet. It’s all very clean and elegant, but I prefer a large tub where two men can frolic. Love taking a bath with another sexy man. This hotel happens to be surrounded by lush gardens, and the floral and herb scents wafting in the air are intoxicating. If you open the small window above the tub and leave the terrace door open, the cross-ventilation becomes an aromatherapy experience. Lying solo in a bubbly tub of hot water can be pure Eden. If I’m entertaining an escort, the fun place to shower is outdoors. Just enough privacy and plenty of room to play. With spectacular views on both sides, the garden scents always heighten the senses (or wreak havoc on allergies). The view-wall on the shower side is just the right height to balance the body for penetration. Stepping outside from the living room’s glass doors onto the large terrace reveals the real draw of this special room. The terrace is nicely private, with plenty of room to eat and sleep, or have outdoor sex in the midst of a spectacular view. The sun is present most of the day, so if living life outdoors is your thing, it doesn’t get much better than this. If pools are your thing (as they are mine), this one does not disappoint. Swim to the pool’s edge and take in the rustic countryside view dotted with hill towns. Or turn around and check out the mountainscape behind you. If you get up early with me, we can capture sunrise together. So many sexy guys in Europe. Unfortunately, still too many smokers. If I hear one more guy justify the awful addiction by saying, "I'm European," I'm likely to barf in his face. This trip, I stepped out from my norm and leaned a little younger. Was not disappointed. Younger European men seem more mature than their American brothers. I enjoyed one guy's company so much, he's still working with me as an assistant and a translator. I love mixing business with pleasure. There's no better way to enjoy your job. David introduced me to one his favorite hot porn models, Chris Diamond. If you can enjoy straight porn, you'll definitely want to check Chris out. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ab8a3cf60b72 See you in a month!