I am back from my holidays in Fuerteventura, one of the Canary Islands, off Morocco. Jandia Beach is very much in the south, and it is just beautiful - clean, long sandy beaches, warm water and temperatures around 25°C while at home it was snowing. The hotel Phillip had booked for us was very nice, too, although the majority of people there were much older than we, but it was quiet and the food was absolutely marvelous. Most guests were Germans with some Dutch and English, and, what I had not known before, it is the beach which tolerates nudism more than any other places in the archipelago. Of course Phillip must have known this - how sly....

Actually, there were not many people really naked while sunbathing or walking along the beach, just some D&D pensioners (D&D standing for "Deutsch und Dick", which translates as "German and fat". They were usually dark-brown without any tan lines whatsoever, and their tummies were hanging so far over their privates that it was hard to see head-on if they were wearing pants or not.

Our holidays were certainly a little wild in spite of the very bourgeois setting because for the meals we dressed up and chatted nicely with the old folks, who developed some motherly and fatherly feelings for us, and in between we did a few things which surprised even ourselves: they were spontaneous and sexy, and awkward, and irresponsible, and so the days passed like a wonderful, somewhat confusing dream.

The suitcase is packed, all documents ready. The plane will take off very early tomorrow; Phillip will take us in his car. We will have dinner with Helene soon, and talk things over. If all goes well, I'll be back here next Monday 14 April. Have a good time, too, my dear friends, and remember me for a moment when you come to NN and see my name - I will feel your good vibrations then. And should you masturbate - include me in your thoughts.

It shows again that I do not particularly like flying. I wake up from nightmares in which all kinds of things go wrong and I am certain I will never see Phillip again. I told Helene how I feel about it and she said she will gladly hold my hand during take-off and touch-down, and whenever I felt like it in between. She said it with such a nice tell-tale smile that I felt it touch and warm me all around.

Today I am doing all kinds of things: writing some mails, typing out lists of books the students will read for the finals and send them to the experts that will be at the exam, ordering chemicals for my pool, which I plan to clean as soon as we are back from the Canaries. Strangely enough I suddenly felt like going to my parents' grave, too. I don't do this too often because I think our graveyards are cold and unpersonal, but I will go there later this afternoon and put some spring flowers from my garden on the grave. How I miss them whenever they come to my mind.

Tonight I will cook for Phillip, and we'll be eating alone. I'll do something nice, and we'll open some good wine. And I'll ask him to advise me what to do and not to do during the holidays and what I should not forget doing at any given time. He is such a good organizer and I have got used to him being with me when we are on holiday. This sounds not very emancipated, I know, but it's nice to have someone to help me with things I easily forget. What I also want is a night of love and sex with him: something to feel in my system still next week whenever I wish to listen to my body quietly.

I don't know what devil rode me and made me blurt out as soon as we were sitting in the Jacuzzi last night that before I could go on holidays and to the beach, I had to shave my bikini zone. Because from then on I could say good-bye to the idea of a quiet bath: I was urged so long to agree to an instant shaving party that I finally gave in. So before long I ended up on a giant towel on Joerg and Elsie's bed with my legs spread wide. And the girls went to work with an electric shaver (I am afraid of blades) and started to give me a new elegant pubic hairstyle. It's this little toothbrush bit I am sporting now, like Adolf Hitler's mustache turned by 90°, and I must admit it becomes me as least as well as old Adolf.

Then we gave Helene something similar and Elsie wanted a clean shave because her stubbles were itching, and all the time Joerg was so excited and couldn't keep his fingers from his cock, that when the last curls dropped, they did in unison with his cum, which was wasted on a towel this time, as Helene observed with slight regret. Alright, now our holidays can begin!

There were controversial reactions to this morning's blog, some people sending me PMs saying that my idea of organizing a masturbators' ballet was in very poor taste and I was being horrible to the guys who were opening up to me on cam and showing me their most precious assets. Those I must ask: Where do you think you live? The WWW is not more private than any place as far as strangers are concerned. How would you expect me to react if you dropped your pants before me in the streets? You must be pretty deluded when you think I would start masturbating on the spot. And it's not so much different online.

"I would like to join the troupe in your ballet one day". Dear S. with you, who I consider to be a friend, I would certainly act differently and to your full enjoyment. And I certainly agree with depotguy who writes: "If I can't see someone's eyes I can't be excited by them". I feel very much the same, and that's why many expectations concerning my reactions to some anonymous masturbation are futile.

In about two hours I'll see my friends Elsie and Joerg, as well as Helene, for Jacuzzi. So it's time to finish my work for tomorrow and have a shower. Have a good and eventful evening, too, my friends.

"Your Nudle balance is: 0.88" are the words I am welcomed with whenever I start NN, and for some time I have wondered where they come from (Do you pronounce them like "noodle"?) Then I remembered that they must be from a link which I put into Yahoo Messenger time and ago, and so I started this program - something I hadn't done for months.

I must admit that before I knew NN (maybe even before NN was born) I spent a lot of time at Yahoo. Then I lost it a little, and meanwhile I have the impression that it has degenerated a lot. My program at least has no access to chat rooms anymore (boy, they used to be wild!). But in those times I found many online friends there and some (about 50) are still on my buddy-list. But I have no idea how and if you can still meet new people and make new friends.

But some people must still have switched Messenger on, because as soon as I was reported accessible, I had people looking for contacts. Not as many as in the olden days when I was so flooded that my program crashed. Also three cams popped up immediately, and it was like yesteryear: Male lower bodies with cut off torsos and no heads, but with naked and hard cocks being manipulated. I asked them to take their undershirts off first, because I love to see a nice body and not just a cock peeking out from under some grayish-yellow crumpled fineripps, and they really complied.

So that I could do something I haven't done for ages: I positioned the three cam views of masturbating men in a row, next to each other on my screen - their hands moving up and down almost in unison. It's what I used to call a "ballet" in those days - and again I thought it was pretty .... ah .... nice.

Two more school days and then holidays - time seems so slow. The last lessons drag and everyone is nervous and ready to leave - so I doubt that my students pick up much of what I say.

I have started to make a list of things I have to do and to buy before leaving. I put condoms on it. I also went through my swim things this afternoon, trying on all my bikinis and one-piecers. I can tell you this is nothing for a day of depressions, and when you go into it cheerfully, you will certainly end up gloomy. Why do the damn things always shrink so much?

One the other hand I admit that I bought some of the garments pretty tight. As in Spain there are no nude beaches, I will have to keep them on all the time and make sure nothing peeks out. Or my breasts don't pop out when I bend down to take up a sea shell. What I certainly have to do is to shave my bikini zone - all the hairs sneaking out from under the elastic are pretty ugly.

What I ought to get under all circumstances is a good sun-blocker, as my skin has become pretty milky again. Or I'll look like a half-done steak before long. I hate tan lines so I'll make sure the sun does not get at me too much. Adding up all the things I feel I have to take along, I doubt that one suitcase will be enough - it's a pretty good hotel so we'll have to change for the meals. And we certainly want to look desirable, that's what Helene and I have very much agreed on.

I mentioned on Sunday that our newspapers often use quite explicit language, like the example I gave you. Depotguy commented positively on "the joy of a free press", to which I totally agree. If our country is worth visiting because of that I doubt: it was just an article in a quality newspaper, not an example of usual sleaze, so our society is not much more sexualized than any other because of that. And random visitors in the street will not be sucked more often here than anywhere else. It is possibly just a sign that fundamentalist-conservative circles are not very influential here. Only a very small minority believe that children are brought by angels and that the earth is flat, and I am glad.

"Ja, ich bin eine Schwanzlutscherin", one of the journalist women had written. Schwanz is penis, and actually means tail - so I agree the direction is wrong. And it gives a whole new meaning to idioms like "wag one's tail", and "Heads or tails" sounds like an invitation to oral group sex.

Schwanzlutscherin is cocksucker, but please note the attractive and meaningful female ending "-in". It distinguishes the act very much from any homosexual activity. It's - if you want - cocksuckeress, which I think is quite cute.

How I come to tell all this - well, Phillip will come home soon, and I usually write here what goes through my mind .....

Thanks for your very encouraging comments and PMs - so lovely that you like me scribbling here and think this is almost like some kind of column. At least for you, some very faithful readers who come here regularly to take part in the ups and downs of my pretty ordinary alpine flower's life. I love you for that, and again I say: feel kissed, my sweet friends.

It's the last week before my spring holidays, so it's busy as usual, lots of papers to hand back and to hand in. What I didn't mention so far: we'll spend next week in the sun - and now listen: Helene and me !! Phillip would have liked to come, but he's in Vienna all week on a special assignment, so that's what we decided to do. And it's going to be the Canary Islands. So she and me, and a lot of books I have to read for the finals, and even some papers I have to mark - but there will be enough time for the beach and the sea and whatever the island is going to offer us.

In our Austrian Sunday papers there are articles today about new young women newspaper columnists whose topic is themselves and their sex lives and who are not shy "to call a cock a cock" (direct quote). "Yes, I am a cocksucker", one says, "but I don't swallow", and that she, like most women, does not like doing it that much and just does it again and again to find out if she likes it better now. And to look into the eyes of the guys when they cum and feel their own power (exactly my words in my blog somewhere).

I was reading all this at the breakfast table and I must say I was a little jealous of their fame. So many papers were mentioned, and online magazines, even blogs. But no-one mentioned Newbienudes.