So Im writing this post from inside a sex club in Nice called The Block. However I am not doing anybody. Honest! Its pretty much a leather scene, not my cup of tea. But I couldnt find an internet cafe today and thought it would be hot to post while a guy is getting fisted in a sling just feet behind me. But my two friends that I brought are off trolling through the caverns right now.

So the south of France is already one of my favorite parts of the world. I decided that less than an hour after I arrived. It seems all the hot trade in the entire European continent that fled the cities are here. Very international, a smattering of Americans but everyone else too. The French-Arab trade is gorge. My hotel suite has a view of the sea, lush tropical gardens below and the beautiful hills behind the town. Topless beauties of both sexes flying by the seaside on their Vespas and miles of beachfront with those matching royal blue and white umbrellas and lawn chairs. Theres nothing quite like sitting under one of those umbrellas and sipping a Kier Royale while the waves come crashing in to make you feel like a prince or princess. Palm trees lining the boulevards and balconied penthouses overlooking the sand and kissing blue skies. An absolute dream come true.

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Supermodel sightings are always amusing for what theyre worth. Not the wannabes, mind you. The real ones. This time it was Miss Campbell herself from the "Unholy Trinity" and contrary to previous sightings she was actually not being a complete cunt. Shockingly she was waiting patiently in the taxi line like everyone else with her Fendi luggage on wheels chattering away to some female friend of hers. Her hair was short, a kind of shag with wings like Oprahs and she was dressed in this camel colored chiffon shift and 4-inch strappy sandals. Im always surprised how much darker she looks in fashion pictorals.

Today we scaled some of the foothills right off the edge of the shoreline. We walked through a centuries-old graveyard high above Nice, with a dramatic view of the coast stretching out before us. It was really hot outside. Later we came down near where the Nice harbor is and gazed at a 6-story-high WWI monument etched in stone in the side of a cliff surrounded by palm trees. Breathtaking. I never want to leave.

Last night coming home from the club there were some tranny hookers near the docks. Some bad transvestites, some really fierce she-males, working very high heels on the Quai des Etats-Unis. I love seeing streetwalkers, they add such character. Especially in a sensuous hot summer locale like Nice.

Also there are "Easy On" condom machines on walls around the city. Just scattered around indiscriminately on street corners.

There is also extensive late-night cruising by the lighthouse. Tonight we've vowed for a secret midnight skinny dip in the Mediterranean. Can't wait!

I love the awnings covering the expansive balconies, drapes floating in the breeze. Every now and then some jeweled diva will come out holding a crystal goblet in one hand and clutching her poodle in the other. She lingers for a moment, gazing at the sea, then disapears back into her apartment.

Not to burst the idyllic bubble, but I think Daddy is looking for more "porno" posts a la Genoa and Rome. I'm sure he will be satiated if the edge is off and there is more of a sensuous tropical tilt. And, well, you know Lex, you are not required to keep Daddy happy. But that just goes to show you how much you are being lapped up here!

Lexie,
seven is right.
I'm living through you.

What do you mean.... We are ALL living through Lex at this point...

Stuck in the E.V.
Bah!

The front page of the Post has a story about Campbell beating her maid! So she's probably your next-hotel neighbor this week cause she's on the run from a domestic dispute complaint! You might ask her about it the next time she's que'd up at the taxi stand. Uh, if you think you look ravishing with a shiner.

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What I like about Nice is that it has the glamour and chic but without the pretension of nearby St Tropez, which is basically where the bottle service Lotus/Absolute Lizzie Grubman crowd flocks to. No queues for Puffys yacht, etc just hot people from all over the world playing day and night. Also we were noting this morning how we have not seen a single Starbucks or Krispe Kreme or Gap on the whole Riviera and what a refreshing feeling that is. The French and Italiens also love their small cars, i.e. there are almost no SUVs in sight anywhere. Throughout my whole trip Ive seen maybe two or three total at most. Lots of Alpha Romeo and Ferrari convertibles though, always with some tanned young god in sunglasses at the wheel. And the hetero boys are much more laid back here than in Italy. You can check them out unabashedly and they dont freak out.

On Monday night we went skinny dipping in the Mediterranean at 3 a.m. We loaded up on booze first in our hotel room and then crossed the street to the shore. The beach here is all rocks so you have to wear those rubber swimming shoes. At first I didnt think I could do it for fear the water would be too cold. But amazingly enough it was only slightly colder than it was during the day. It feel so good with the cool night sky overhead swimming the surf totally nude like Robinson Crusoe or something.

An Afternoon in Monte Carlo

While I love the rustic beauty of Nice, sections of Monoco (which we visited yesterday) are beautiful in a more spectacular, grand way. I will say that to some degree the Monoco of legend has declined and in a way its overrated because there are a number of newer Miami-style high-rise condos built up right next to some of the older buildings that definately mar the landscape. Nice is more consistent in architectural design that way, kind of like Paris. However the older sections of Monoco really are quite stunning and worth seeing. I love how the entire place seems carved out of the side of the mountains and from pretty much anywhere you have these breathtaking panoramic views of the blue harbor.

We started out by walking through the Jardin Exotique, a wonderful garden featuring cacti and aloe and all kinds of tropical flora-fauna landscaped into the side of a cliff, it was like a rich mans Garden of Eden.

Then we went to the Royal Palace but we did not go inside. We had lunch at a spot overlooking the bay, then passed by the gorgeous Oceanographic Museum which is located in an older quarter of the city. Some of the most pristine and beautiful houses Ive ever seen in my life are here. After lingering inside the Cathedral that has marble tributes to deceased royal family members including Grace Kelly, we backtracked to the Casino which was featuring an exhibit of original jewelry worn by Maria Callas during her most famous operatic performances. (no, we did not gamble). Next to the Casino are the italianate ultra-regal and opulent Hotel de Paris and The Hermitage. A number of Rolls Royces pulled up with very thin orange women climbing out and being escorted inside. It would be fun to stay there for one night.

Before skinny dipping Monday night I went to a sex club and had a three-way with a HOT HOT HOT French couple, one blonde with glasses, the other with black hair. As I was down there gobbling up their sizeable members and greedily slurping away, at times taking both of them down my throat at once, they asked me en francais if fellatio was my "specialté". The blonde one blew up seconds later and creamed all down the front of my tank top. The other only took a moment longer. Guess I showed them. Bless!

The police in Monaco drive white BMW motorcycles.

Today I took an excursion to a nearby medieval village called Eze which is over 1,000 years old. It is situated way, way, way at the top of this mountain and on the bus ride up you get these incredible panoramic views. When you arrive at the old village everything is stone and the streets are really narrow and winding with ivy everywhere. Ancient small doors and terracota roofs and people actually still live there. In one tiny square there is a little cathedral completed in 1771. I was totally gagging at how gorge it all was. From the very tip top you can see in the distance the mansion where the big cotume ball sequence from Hitchcocks "To Catch A Thief" was filmed. Definately worth seeing.

After dark along the main boulevard outside our Nice hotel there are real women hookers as well as trannies. The genetics are more aggressive with the passerbys. If I were one of them I would certainly rather work that street than the Meatpacking District. I suspect there are male hookers too but I havent verified this. A couple of nights ago a French-Arab guy was eyeing me on the beach but I was exhausted and besides he looked like too much trouble so I passed. Last night while sipping scotch I observed from my balconey this Russian-looking male ingenue lingering by the childrens carousel in the park. I may have to investigate.

As I strolled along the avenues of Monaco yesterday in my tight-fitting white boot cut cotton trousers, blue paisley shirt unbuttoned to the waist and state trooper sunglasses I was again getting lots of stares. To the point that I would be double- and triple-checking to make sure my fly wasnt open or something. I hope the look says "jetsetter". But at point I did get a hard-on while cruising the cops and Hotel de Paris bellboys. Maybe thats all it was.

A shirtless male youth is watching me from a window across the street as I type this. Il est tres beau.

I have noticed lots of sugar daddies here too. Well-manicured older men escorting around young sexy toys of both sexes. How fab.

The cruising and sex play near the lighthouse after dark remains totally unmolested by police interference, night after night. Also Ive noticed a few homeless punk kids who sleep in the park at night but only a few. Not like in Thompkins Square years ago, not anywhere close to that. But the police make no attempt to kick them out or harrass them. Things are so free here.

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