Nice to be back in my Dome window seat; even a little splattering of rain out there to reward me, as if to tell me “Yes, NOW you are back in the right process”. One’s erotic fetish is a process—a checklist of activities that lead one closer and closer inexorably to orgasm; and I’ve disrupted that for a long time now by drinking in the Max lounge just staring out the window; I made this mistake in the Dorint Vienna as well. I should always drink IN MY ROOM, with porn on my computer and music on the TV (having first established there are no sexy barmaids in the hotel bar, of course). To keep myself permanently on that priapic edge. Permanently on the verge of orgasm. So then when you do go out you feel as high as a kite and it makes everything you do feel so much more exciting.