The highlight of my calendar in September was Folsom Berlin—a place where desire, leather, and raw pleasure converge. I’ve been there before, but it had been a while since COVID, and I was craving the chaos and carnality it promises.
Darklands wasn’t just attending; they were the main sponsor for the mainstage, and we had a van packed full of goodies that needed to be delivered. So, on Wednesday, I drove from Antwerp to Berlin, the excitement building with every mile. After arriving, I had just enough time to grab a drink at Prinzknecht, which was already buzzing with hungry eyes and lustful energy.
Thursday was all about the grind—distributing Darklands pamphlets and posters to the hottest spots in town, while scoping out Berlin’s best bars and the meat that was waiting to be devoured.
Friday was prep day—getting ready for the Streetfair, setting up, and making sure everything was in place. But I didn’t let that stop me from sneaking in a visit to PIG, making sure our banners were up, and getting my mind in the right headspace for the insane weekend ahead.
Saturday was absolute chaos in the best way possible. The Streetfair was a non-stop parade of bodies, and I ran a Dildogame at the Darklands booth. The rings, the toys, the giveaways—it was a non-stop line from 12 to 9 PM. People were eager to play, and I was more than ready to deliver.
But once the Streetfair ended, it was my turn to let loose and embrace my darker side. After cleaning myself out and prepping, I made my way to the PigParty, feeling the rush of excitement flood my veins. With my VIP ticket, I breezed through the doors and into a space that was nothing short of decadent. The rooms were dark, the cellars were wet, and the FFspace was absolutely mind-blowing—thanks to Day and the Festival team.
I spent the majority of my night in the thick of it, surrounded by leather, sweat, and the pure ecstasy of endless fisting. I was deep in the action, indulging in every filthy, sweaty moment. By 7:15 AM, the sun was rising, and I barely even noticed—too lost in the haze of pleasure to care. When I finally took the Uber back to my hotel, I was already fantasizing about what came next.
But the day was far from over. I wasn’t done yet—I still had 24 hours of fisting to live through, and I intended to fill every second with passion. Later that evening, I was invited to a small private FFparty, where my body was pushed to its limits. My ass was stretched, my cock sucked, and my mind was lost in the bliss of giving and receiving in every way imaginable.
After a much-needed rest, I was fully satisfied and ready to face the world on Monday. But I couldn’t help but think, Folsom 2025, I’m coming for you
Stats
- number of fucked: enough
- number of being fucked: enough
- number of being sucked: a lot
- number of fisted others: I sure did
- number of fists received: 10+
- supplies: Cobra 130, 3mmc, some T and poppers
- to remember: PIG was again a party to remember
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