May 2026
In which Adam & Eve explore Bohemia, stay in a chateau, take a leashed lovers walk, and get juicy with strawberries, pearls and foot worship!
Hmmm… we certainly live the life of bohemian kinksters. But could we find a suitable playground to indulge the senses on our next trip, in Bohemia?
We had a mid-week errand to run in Karlovy Vary and leapt at the chance to turn it into a kinky trip. We packed a few toys and Adam secreted a recent acquisition under Rule No.6, which governs Eve’s clothing. At the time of our visit, the town was hosting the annual Karlovy Vary International Film Festival, meaning that most hotels were either fully-booked or over-priced, or both. So we chose nearby Marianske Lazne, or Marienbad, as our nesting place.
While strolling through Karlovy Vary Eve bought a large punnet of gorgeous looking strawberries, and a new pair of swish shoes. The Karlovy Vary region is famous for its porcelain, so Adam kept an eye open for a large wash-basin and jug of the sort used before the days of hot and cold running water. This was needed to bathe and pamper Queen Eve’s delightfully explicit feet.
We chose the Chateau Monty Spa Resort as our hotel, mainly because it has several saunas, an indoor swimming pool, looked suitably regal and is just a short stroll into the centre. Dating from 1901, it has unfortunately by dint of modernisation lost much of the character that such an old pile should merit. But it was a good redoubt: a spacious building, well-equipped and just right for our horny purposes.
The Monty is perched on a hill, and our upper floor room looked across the town to the forests that sweep down over the hills opposite, which was a bonus. The room was not as large as we would have liked, but it did have a walk-in wardrobe, which, Eve quipped, was a perfect place in which to isolate naughty boys!
We arrived mid-afternoon, checked-in and prepared ourselves. Eve collared me with the brown dos Santos collar, and led me downtown and towards the park as we chatted about past kinky encounters.
When it comes to art and culture, modern day Marienbad has, on the face of it, little in the way of bohemian offerings. But the face of it doesn’t quite tell the whole story, but you do have to work at it! Our walk through the park took us past the Ferdinand Spring colonnade to a beguiling sculpture called, aptly enough, Milenci, which is Czech for Lovers. There is a poetic beauty to its heft, and, as lovers do, we asked a passerby to take photographs of us embracing next to it.
A little more in keeping with the bohemian spirit of kinky tripping is the 1961 erotic surrealist film Last Year at Marienbad, by Alain Renais. It’s title belies the fact that it was actually shot in Munich, but never mind: we were in Marienbad, and the movie was running in our heads!
By the time we had walked back to the main part of town we were angling for dinner, and came upon U Opata, which serves what it calls modern Czech cuisine. And they weren’t wrong about that. The menu contains recognisably Czech dishes, which are elevated by the finesse of chef Jan Gajdoš, who uses only locally sourced, seasonal ingredients.
We both chose the wild boar steak with rosehip sauce, celery purée, roasted celery and, in a combination of two Czech classics, gingerbread dumplings. A reasonable Austrian red washed it all down, and it was great value all round. The place closes at 10pm, which is an indication of the nightlife in Marienbad, but, as you’ll have gathered by now, we’re quite adept at making our own fun!
Back in our hotel room we set about our preparations. Adam placed the bowl and jug on a fresh white towel on the floor at the foot of the bed, scattered rose petals around it and set the dressing table chair next to the bowl so that Eve had a makeshift throne from which to dangle her feet. Eve washed the strawberries, and sliced the lemons and limes we had picked up earlier in the day. Collars and canes were laid on the white bed linen ready for our play.
Nicely giddy on bubbles and smoke, we spent quite a bit of time taking sexy photos of ourselves and each other, and then disappeared into our play.
