Day 3 (morning): Wellcum

Friday, August 22nd.
Third and final day in Carinthia. The night brought some clarity, and despite being a day behind schedule and having a couple of “pebbles in my sandals” I’d like to get rid of at the Andiamo (like Micky and Ionela), I’ve decided to stick to the original plan and dedicate the day to two more Trombodromi, which are more or less on the way back: the Wellcum in Hohenthurn and the Marina in Nova Gorica.

I leave the keys on the counter, say goodbye to the lovely receptionist, and after retrieving the Trombomobile from the underground parking, I check out of the hotel.
I feel a bit like Batman leaving the Batcave—and considering I’m actually heading to the BatTarts, I’d say the theme fits perfectly.

Basically, I just follow the road in front of the hotel—Kärntner Straße—heading toward Tarvisio until I spot a sign on the right for the road that leads to Wellcum. A few minutes later, I arrive in the club’s parking lot. It’s been open for about half an hour—it’s almost eleven-thirty—so the lot isn’t too crowded yet. Only the cars of hotel guests, staff, and a handful of early visitors like myself are parked here.
At the entrance, after paying the forty-nine euro admission fee, the usual lovely and super-friendly staff hand me the gear. Meanwhile, a few girls make their way down the stairs, say good morning, and vanish into the arena. I follow suit and head to the locker room.
Quick undressing, followed by an equally quick hot shower, and after putting on the BatSuit—a.k.a. the bathrobe—I’m ready for action.
As expected, there aren’t many guests around yet, but there are a few. Same goes for the ladies—they’re arriving slowly, one by one. I step outside. I hadn’t yet had the chance to check out the garden since the summer opening, but I have to say, they’ve done a nice job. The outdoor area is pleasant and well-organized. There are even some lounge sofas by the pool that give the place a vaguely chic vibe.
Now the club finally feels complete (and it was about time, considering it’s been open for nearly nine months).

The weather is pleasant, and lounging for a while on one of the sunbeds wouldn’t be a bad idea.
But since today’s main goal isn’t this FKK, but rather the Marina in Nova Gorica, my time here will be kept to a minimum.
So I head back inside, and before diving into the hunt, I take care of some food business—stuffing myself with the usual “German grub,” just to recharge a bit after the long day before.

The buffet is nothing to write home about, but nothing terrible either. Since I only stayed for a couple of hours around lunchtime, I can’t really comment on dinner.
That said, the food seems more or less the same—though in hindsight, I probably would’ve done better sticking to dessert rather than the savory stuff. (For the record, the Andiamo sausages—cheese-filled and wrapped in speck—are still the best, even if my stomach might disagree.)
I wash it all down with a decent coffee, then decide it’s time to find a lovely lady to keep me company, revisit the rooms, and test out the new payment system.

Of course, the full lineup of ladies isn’t there yet, but I’m approached by a rather unremarkable-looking young girl.
Her name is Kim—Romanian, though apparently with some Serbian blood as well. And while she doesn’t stand out like some of the supermodel types, once she takes me under her wing, it becomes surprisingly hard to resist such a feisty little kitten in heat.
So, considering I didn’t have much time to spare—and not much interest in “interviewing” every girl in the room—I let her whisk me away without hesitation.
And… I couldn’t have made a better choice.

But before heading to the room, there’s a mandatory stop at the upstairs cashier. Now, the first time you go to the rooms, you’re required to pay a €35 fee (which is why the entrance price has been lowered to a modest €49).
After paying the toll, I receive a colored wristband that grants access to the rooms for the whole day—although in this specific case, I should say would have granted, since I ended up leaving not long after.
In any case, it’s a policy the club introduced to comply with new regulations, and that’s fair enough.

As for Kim, what can I say—out in the lounge she’s cute, convincing, and downright enchanting when she looks at you with those beautiful eyes and moves like a teasing little cat.
But in the room, she’s even better. Sensual in all the right ways, she knows how to move, how to talk, but most importantly, how to suck. And when she gets going, she jumps on the stick and rides me like a wild animal in heat.
I stop her before things end too early and give her my now-traditional “Sacred Sheep” (read it as extreme doggy style) test—which she passes with flying colors, perfectly syncing with my rhythm with skill and real engagement.
So, having cleared the test, I let myself get finished off by her wild ride. Once again reversing roles, she climbs back on top and makes me lose all control—staring into my eyes with a filthy, satisfied expression while moving like a woman possessed—until I stop howling and pull her close to kiss her, smiling from the sheer pleasure as I die in peace.
But time’s up. After a shower, we get dressed and head back down.
I settle the bill and say goodbye with a kiss.
She’s really good—and worth the entrance fee all by herself. I’d say I got lucky.

I step back into the lounge for a quick tea and notice the place is a bit more populated than before, but still far from chaotic.
I decide to leave anyway because, as much as I enjoy being here, even though it’s not yet half past one, Wellcum isn’t the only—or even the main—destination today, and I want to make the most of the next stop.
I shed my FKK clothes, put my regular clothes back on, and stop by the cashier again.
The receptionist asks if everything’s alright.
“Yeah, yeah, I just have to run,” I say.
“Have a good day, see you,” and I’m off again in the Trombomobile.
Destination: Marina Club, Slovenia.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have as much time at Wellcum as I would have liked, but since I had to choose and wanted to be back home by Saturday morning, I preferred to save more time for the Slovenian club. It’s new to me, and during my only previous visit, I didn’t get a chance to fully test it due to limited time.
That said, Wellcum proves to be a great place, now enhanced by a well-designed outdoor area with that usual slightly elegant touch that characterizes the club.
The girls I saw around—some familiar faces, others new to me—seemed to be of good quality, not to mention Kim, who flipped me inside out in just that half hour… Unforgettable!