Two weeks ago, on a warm, almost summery Friday and with the thought that I would rest the following Monday for the Italian Republic Day, the call of a weekend in German lands pushed me to look for a flight and a hotel to enjoy a brief trip to a German FKK I had never tried before—the Babylon in Elsdorf.
The plan was to leave Saturday morning and return Sunday afternoon, so, with what I would call an incredible stroke of luck, I managed to find a Eurowings flight departing from Pisa at 9:35 AM and arriving in Cologne at 11:15 AM — perfect. I say ‘incredible stroke of luck’ because usually weekend flights from Pisa to Cologne are fully booked at least two weeks in advance. Naturally, booking the day before departure meant the ticket price wasn’t the cheapest for a low-cost airline. In fact, the round-trip Pisa–Cologne flight cost me €230 and some change, which isn’t much compared to other airlines, even those in the Lufthansa group that I’ve used for years to travel to Bangkok from Florence via Vienna, Munich, or Zurich, but it’s still an amount to consider for us ‘regular folks.’ Departure from Pisa isn’t a problem—I’d prefer Florence, but there are no low-cost flights to that area. Well, there is Vueling flying Florence–Düsseldorf, but with a stopover in Barcelona, so no thanks.
On Saturday morning, I arrived at Pisa’s Galilei Airport an hour before departure feeling quite euphoric. It had been a while since I decided to take an impromptu trip. Usually, I plan carefully to spend as little as possible, especially since I never have more than 48 hours available. But improvising like this has its own charm, all things considered.
The flight was short and uneventful. After picking up the rental car at the airport (€34 plus €10 for gas for a small Opel Corsa booked through Expedia), I went straight to the nearby Art Hotel Köln, a small, cozy, and comfortable hotel just five minutes from the airport — perfect for what I wanted to do: drop off my backpack, take a shower, then head to Babylon and return here around 1 AM to sleep until noon before the return flight. The single room cost me €74 via Agoda, but that’s the average price in the area near the airport, and I couldn’t expect more having booked the night before.
Just before 2 PM, crossing typically German rural landscapes—green fields, some woods, and small, peaceful towns—I arrived in Elsdorf, a quiet town about 50 km from the airport and 35 km from downtown Cologne. That may seem far, but from my hotel to Babylon it took about 35 minutes at a relaxed pace.
Babylon is located on a road that separates the small industrial area from the residential center. I found a spot nearby along the street and parked. There aren’t many places to leave your car; most are reserved for residents or inside the gates of nearby companies. Later, I discovered that you can park inside next door, if I understood correctly, though it wasn’t very clear—minor detail. Technically, you could get there by train and bus from the airport; there are a couple of stops just a two-minute walk from the venue. But it takes at least an hour and a half to get there and it’s quite a hassle, especially for the return trip, because after 8:30 PM there are no more train connections, so you’d have to take a taxi back. Definitely not recommended. For a group of three or four people, though, taxis might be worth considering—they’re expensive, but splitting the cost can make it a valid option if you don’t want to drive.
From the outside, the place almost blends in with the surrounding houses, but the sign on the facade leaves no doubt—it’s the right spot. At the reception, the blonde woman explained the house rules, including the pricing for the girls, which is basically fixed here at €70 for half an hour and €110 for an hour. After paying €60, she handed me the usual Sauna Club kit (which doesn’t include a bathrobe, just a towel), so I thanked her and went into the changing room. If I had arrived ten minutes later, I would have had to pay €70 because happy hour ends at 2 PM—not a huge difference, but better this way.
The lockers are not large but sufficient, and there are no safes—but I never use those anyway. The showers are modern, and there’s a special handheld showerhead at the right height for intimate areas (like the ones in bathrooms in Thailand). Everything is well maintained and clean. The lounge with the bar has a modern style, with leather sofas and various leather seats, including stools, all in shades of red. Combined with the blue and purple lights at the bar, it adds color to the gray walls and floor. There were a few customers and about ten girls wandering around the room—some topless, a couple wearing tops, and others completely nude, which nowadays isn’t even fashionable anymore in many of the historic clubs where total nudity used to be the rule.
Babylon in Elsdorf (not to be confused with the Babylon in Klagenfurt or its counterpart in Vienna) is by no means a luxury club, but in its simplicity, it is very well maintained and offers various services. The outdoor area is partially enclosed with glass walls to be usable even in winter, while the rest is a pleasant garden with a pool, sun loungers, and mats. There are also more secluded niches among the plants for those seeking a bit of privacy. Inside, there’s a jacuzzi, saunas, massage services, and a TV in the lounge that broadcasts sports events. And of course, the bar where most of the socializing with the girls takes place, as well as the dining room with a buffet.
“Throughout the day, I counted at least twenty girls, aged between 18 and 38, very diverse both in nationality and appearance—a mix for all tastes, I’d say. Their demeanor in the club is generally calm, and the fact that they don’t bother customers every other minute like in other places gives a sense of relaxation and immediately puts you at ease (the atmosphere is completely different, but in this respect it reminded me a lot of Paradise in Graz). Social time is not rushed, and with some, you almost feel a desire to chat and interact calmly, although of course they’re there to work. I exchanged a few words with Anna, a self-proclaimed eighteen-year-old Romanian on her first job at an FKK (and judging by her appearance, totally believable—she’s like a little flower). She mumbles a few words of Italian and some English, just enough to have a ten-minute chat in a brothel-like setting. She’s really very pretty, a bit shorter than me, with a slender figure and a good size for her bust, although I can’t be sure since she’s one of only two wearing a top—the other seems to be about her age or so. Maybe they’re still getting used to being nude in the lounge, who knows. But the day is still long, and before indulging in carnal pleasures, I want to fill my belly with some meat and rest a bit in the garden It’s no coincidence that Lust and Gluttony are my favorite sins, and the others make themselves felt when these two aren’t around. But it’s also true that, coming from an atheist, it sounds a bit funny ^^ ).
Before doing anything else, I decide to eat, as I’ve actually been fasting since the night before and I’m feeling a bit hungry. The brunch buffet in the small dining room is not bad at all—there’s meat, vegetables, hot and cold dishes, potato croquettes, fruit, and desserts. I’ve definitely seen worse. Given the beautiful day, I choose to eat outside under a shaded pergola. The atmosphere is calm, with a few travelers scattered around and a couple of girls enjoying the sun in the garden. After eating, I lounge on a sunbed near the pool waiting for a sign, but nothing happens.
The first room comes a half hour later, when upon my return to the room I meet Bruna, a curly-haired 35-year-old Brazilian with butt-length hair, athletic physique, around 5’7″, siliconed breasts but definitely well and a fabulous ass. The brasileira’s got it going on, you can tell she’s a longtime tradeswoman, and in addition to having not inconsiderable oral skills, she effortlessly passes the “Holy Sheep Test,” which earns her the second half-hour, partly because it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed a Brazilian and partly because the prices here are definitely inviting, an hour costs practically as much as the half-hour in the trombodromes closest to the Italic boot, so I take advantage of it and finally let go as she whips my dick into a reverse cowgirl knockout, literally.
I settle the bill with the curly-haired girl, 120 euros, because she definitely deserves a ten-euro tip and I have only a few twenty-euro notes. Then I take a quick shower since the rooms don’t have one, but on the plus side, the beds are large and perfect for play. The Brazilian already wore me out to a ‘doormat’ level, but it’s still early, so I go back to the lounge for a drink. At the bar, soft drinks and draft beer are included in the price, while bottled beers and spirits are extra. I can’t say exactly how much they cost because the house beer was good and I didn’t order anything else, but it should be just a few euros.
“I return to the garden under the sun, no pool this time—the water is too cold and it’s nice enough without it. After a while, while resting with my eyes closed, I sense a presence approaching. I let the light into my eyes and see a slender naked body showing off two sculpted little breasts under a gypsy-like face. ‘This is 100% Romanian,’ I think. She spreads her towel and settles on the sunbed next to me, so I take the chance to get to know her: Erika, 21, almost 22, made in Romania. We communicate with English plus her three words of Italian and my two words of her native language. She was the other one wearing a top, maybe she had just arrived when I saw her earlier in the lounge. Now she’s totally naked and doesn’t seem to have any issues with it, and she definitely can afford not to, given her age and physique. She’s probably not more than 1.60 meters tall but perfectly proportioned. I’m tempted to take her to the room but I’m not quite convinced yet, so I go back to dozing in the sun. Then around six, I open my eyes again—Erika is obviously gone. I gather myself and head back inside.
The number of patrons is roughly equal to that of the girls; in any case, there aren’t more than about fifty people in a venue that could easily hold twice that number. The ladies mostly stay inside and seem to be working quite a bit—indeed, from now on I’ll rarely see more than ten of them in the lounge at the same time.
But there’s Jennifer, a feisty Bulgarian about a meter and a half tall or a bit more—a petite one, just the type I like. She’s 23, with perfect proportions, a nice ass, more tattoos than me, more of a doll than a tigress, but she really intrigues me, so I invite her to come with me to the room. At first, she’s a bit stiff, doing her thing without much conviction, but since I’m into her, I already know it won’t be a short encounter. I was thinking of planting my face between her thighs to wake her up a bit, but I change my mind and enjoy a “pecora” (submissive girl) who, after a while, lies down with her legs closed while I continue to ride her thighs from behind, with her moaning without those fake squeals that often annoy me. I like it, I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want it to end now. I take a break to dry off both of us with a towel; the petite one appreciates the gesture and thanks me. Then she turns as if to get up and finish the job differently, but I stop her and say, “I’m not done with you…” She huffs with a cheeky smirk, pretending to give in, and lays her face down on the pillow. A light kiss on her still sweaty back, I lift that little ass in the air, and she scores a solid 10 in the “TSP” (Test of the Holy Sheep^^).
In this case, the lack of a shower in the room is noticeable—there was time to freshen up before leaving, but since we’re both salty and soaked, I decide to settle the bill once I regain control of my exhausted body.
160 Euros for the petite Bulgarian sheep—totally worth it. If I had stuck to just the first half hour, my “rating” for Jennifer would have been barely passable, but then she let herself enjoy it as I wanted, and I really liked it a lot. This just shows that every worker has their flaws and strengths; you just have to find them and enjoy. In her case, I’d say she’s much better as the passive partner—she doesn’t complain and doesn’t hold back. If she takes the lead, though, the handbrake’s on, and it’s not convincing. But that’s another story—let’s get back to us…
I drink like a camel and carry a big glass of beer into the dining room, where water and coffee are self-service, but beer isn’t. Since there was a barbecue, I take advantage and stuff myself with some grilled turkey accompanied by potatoes from the buffet and a couple of fresh veggies so I don’t choke. Then a slice of cheesecake, and after coffee, I step out between the veranda and the pool to smoke (it’s forbidden inside), still thinking about the “Sheep” from earlier. Pretty damn good.
The air is getting fresh but still pleasant, but inside it feels better. I go up to the cinema room to see what the air is like, there’s no one there, I take advantage of it to burp a couple of times in relaxation, then I get bored and go back down. In the evening the situation is slightly more crowded but still fully livable, in the meantime I meet a certain Mary or Marie or whatever she is, Romanian about 25, at least 170 tall and a model’s body, nice ass, a pleasant D-cup of breasts and a pretty face, but she seems a bit hasty compared to the others I’ve met, I leave her to her things and go to the sauna to meditate.
When I return to the lounge, I run into Erika “the little gypsy,” but she must be coming back from a room; indeed, she smiles and goes straight on her way, oh well. I sit on a stool for a beer, and right next to me there are two interesting boobs with about a meter and a half of woman behind them. I’d say she’s the oldest of the bunch but very well kept. She speaks to me in German, I start chatting in English and she responds, but from her accent, she seems vaguely Latina, so I ask “De dónde eres?” and I see a big smile appear on her face. I guess I’ve guessed her mother tongue, and in this part of the world not many speak that language. Indeed, she says she’s Colombian, and since I’m not great at Spanish but we understand each other between the two mother tongues, I start chatting with her while I look at her big boobs, and if she were about ten years younger, I would have already kidnapped her. But although she’s an attractive woman, she’s slightly out of my target, and above all, there’s better inside. Anyway, I find out her name is Sandra, and she just returned to Germany after being in the Netherlands for a while, and she also tells me she’s not the only Latina working here at Babylon, but her colleagues are busy at the moment. In fact, there are several Romanian girls but they don’t seem to be the absolute majority, maybe that’s why the prices have remained affordable here. After all, the place is small but not bad, and the lineup is overall more than good, definitely not worse than other saunaclubs where the “Draculas” have formed a “cartel” driving prices up. Hopefully, it stays like this for a long time; it’s good to know there are still happy oases even for those who don’t have Bruce Wayne’s budget (Batman, for friends^^). But meanwhile, while the busty Colombian entertains me hoping for a room, I see “the little gypsy” pass by again and sit a little further away, so I say goodbye to Sandra and go to her. I already have her on my list, I can’t leave without trying her.
I casually interview Erika and want to test her reaction by telling her that if she’s willing to suck me off slowly for at least half an hour, it’s possible I might close with her in the room if she’s good. She looks at me dubiously, thinks for a moment, “I’m not joking, if you’re good I could stay with you till midnight,” and considering it’s about 10 PM, it doesn’t seem like a bad deal. She points out that on Saturdays the place closes at one, I’m a bit taken aback because I had already considered leaving at midnight, but while I think about it, she starts laughing, probably seeing my expression or maybe because she was teasing me a bit, but anyway, “Okay,” she says. I go out to smoke while finishing my beer, I reply. So she comes to keep me company outside on the veranda and then we go to the room. And what can I say, maybe it’s because I get along particularly well with “gypsy girls” and we clicked immediately “on a vibe,” but in the end, we played for almost two hours in every possible way (except for ass, which I didn’t ask for and wasn’t interested in), and the second round ended in her little mouth, otherwise I would have really closed the place without finishing. It was 50 euros extra, but the satisfaction of that last shot of the day was priceless. In the end, since the second hour wasn’t complete and there was the half-hour extra, I put 250 euros in her hand and said “Okay?” — “Okay,” she answered. It’s not cheap, but she earned it and left me with a great memory of this little trip. I’m not saying I’d come back just to repeat the experience with Erika, but it would definitely be a good incentive. Then again, tastes differ. ^^
The hour is late, I take a shower, then head back briefly to the lounge to drink some orange juice to rehydrate a bit. Closing time is near and there’s little activity — just a handful of bears scattered around and some girls here and there waiting for closing. I get dressed, grab my bike, and still half out of it from the last marathon, I head toward the hotel. At one o’clock I’m in my room, shortly after I fall asleep with the feeling of the little breasts of the “zingarella” still in my hands during the “TSP.” Sweet dreams to me.
My return flight is just after 1 PM. I have breakfast at the hotel with a croissant and a latte macchiato, check out, then head back to the airport to drop off the little Opel Corsa. I wait for the plane at the gate, fiddling with my phone. Out of curiosity, I read some reviews of the girls on various foreign forums, searching by name: as for the Brazilian, the general opinions mostly match mine; for Jennifer, I find nothing; while Erika seems to have almost exclusively negative reviews. Not that it surprises me much — it’s not the first time I’ve gotten along well with someone many call almost a “Missile” or who has received plenty of criticism. It feels strange though, maybe because I had focused on her that afternoon, but she seemed like a decent girl to me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spent two hours in her company. If I get bored or if a prostitute doesn’t behave like one, I’m not going to just hang around (and I want to clarify that I mean “prostitute” as a professional title, it’s not meant derogatorily).
Anyway, despite the cloudy sky, the return flight on the small Eurowings A320 went smoothly, and around six Sunday evening I was back home with the idea of writing this kind of travel diary about a trip to an FKK club, because Babylon inspired me like it hadn’t in a long time. But then Monday came, and I had other things to do, and so did the day after, and the day after that… But after a couple of weeks, here I am, and soon the dedicated review page will be up in the Reviews section. From my personal experience, this little Babylon is well above average. If it were more convenient and less expensive to get to, I’d consider getting a membership (I won’t bother listing the total weekend cost — the numbers are all above, do the math yourself if you want^^). Anyway, I think I’ll come back sooner or later.
Hoping that this brief “travel diary” will inspire you for a future trip to the sauna clubs of Germany, your friendly neighborhood Editor says goodbye and wishes you lots of fun.
Hi fellow travelers, until the next adventure!
