It's a sunny Sunday again - why wear clothes at such an occasion?
It was such a good afternoon.

There are men who believe that every woman is partly a lesbian. Although they are shocked when asked if they are partly gay. I don't know, I am no sexologist. I can only speak for myself.

Next to a good, strong cock inside me, I very much like tenderness. I have found out that this can also very well be provided by a woman. So I have my experiences. And I have also fallen in love with a woman once. Her name was Maria and I could have spent my life with her if she had let me. But the moment was not structured that way.

I am attracted to female beauty, to soft hands who know where they feel best, who are not in a hurry but can enjoy for hours. I love the feeling of a female tongue, and I love a woman's taste, who is so different from a man's; sometimes like milk and honey and I will easily become addicted, sometimes warm and musky which affects me like a drug.

I am not afraid that I will not be able to give to Phillip what he dreams of most.

What Phillip would love: a threesome with a young girl who I would fancy, too. I didn't say no, but went along with his daydream to please him. A pity we had to get up halfway for our daughter. He asked me if I could suggest someone - I had to smile: I hardly know anybody here in Switzerland. But whenever he asked me something like this before, he had someone in mind, usually from work. He didn't say so, but I would make a bet. Still I said I might meet someone who qualified, and he was all smiles and kisses.

Men can be so sweet, but sometime they are pretty predictable.

I hadn't even noticed, but someone told me: I have filled over 100 pages here - a blog of the size of a book. You publishers out there, would you fancy to print it? You will certainly get the rights from me when you make me famous and rich. Have you got any good ideas for a title?

Us meeting Aldo two weeks ago is still a topic in our household. Phillip asked me again about my Wild Sister Hyde and if I felt she was coming back to visit (another long story, I am afraid, too long so tell here but to find in this blog. There should be a search function).

Whenever I look at my little daughter Sister Hyde is very far from me. But there have been more and more moments lately when I feel she is still stirring, that she is in there somewhere, in my guts, ready to take over when I only let her. Then my heart beats faster and I feel a little dizzy, there are unexpected contractions in my lower regions and some moistness spreads.

I know Phillip would like to have her back. She had always a great time with him, when my mind went blank and I was all her. Lately he has begun to remind me of old times: Do you remember when you ... and when you and this girl .... and you and the Editor ... and Traudl, the Elf ... Oh yes Phillip, I remember - I remember well ...

Pandemonium has broken loose. The Swiss have surprisingly won their first game at the World Soccer Championship against Spain, the favourite for the overall win. There is no car in the streets which doesn't blow its horn, and strangers are hugging each other at the tram stations. I have not watched the game on TV, and the Zuerich shops were pleasantly empty after 4pm, but the way home was pure chaos, and it took twice as long as usual. Although I like balls and team action, I am not much into soccer, I must admit. But it is nice to see people laugh for a change and not only worry about their money.

Time flies and it's Tuesday again, and only about two weeks more until the Summer holidays begin. We're taking one although I am not teaching and our daughter is too young for school. But the news business is slack in July, and so it's the best time for Phillip to be off work. We'll take Alpinita along and travel by car, slowly with long breaks, from here to Hamburg to see some friends, from there to Denmark and then to the South of Sweden and back. I'd love to see Ystad, the town where Mankell's Wallander is set, who is one of my favourite police detectives.

It will take us about two or three weeks. A family holiday - our first, and I am looking forward to it. Maybe we're taking Angelika along as a nanny, nothing is decided yet, but it would give us more time to ourselves. I will tell you more about it when I know more. I hope your holiday plans are great, too, and you're looking forward a lot !

I was swimming in the rain.
I enjoyed the wetness on my nude body.
I felt the spongy lawn under my toes.
I cut a rose and put it in my hair.
I was Eve in search of an Adam,
And I found him.

Fucking in the rain
Against the rough bark of an apple tree.
There were no ripe fruit yet,
Or I would have offered him one
Sunday Paradise
And no fall from Grace.

I told Phillip and this is the reason why I have some problems walking now. Who will ever understand men? Me telling him made him so horny I thought he attempted to imitate Aldo in size. He wanted to know EVERYTHING (though not really how I felt) but he was really intent on all the technicalities (Did you have some cum on your lips when he squirted over you?) And all the times he could not leave his hands from me and we didn't stop having sex. I think the last time we did it on Thursday night, I was already asleep with exhaustion. I am not trained for marathons any longer. We also did it early this morning before he left, still in remembrance of last weekend. I am still full of him and need a swim and a change of panties. The weather is not so nice any longer I am afraid. Have a wonderful weekend, my friends and readers.

How did we feel afterwards? Beatrix and I, still gently smarting from Aldo's massive invasion, had a swim in the pool, laughed madly now and then without reason and splashed water into each others faces. In the evening we had a barbecue outside and a close to midnight swim with all the family and friends. Once in the evening Beatrix boxed my upper arm, maybe harder than she had intended to because you can still see the bruise.

How do I feel? Nice, I would say, it was a very pleasant experience. Nice, you may chide me when you are a love-regulated person who thinks this is outrageous behaviour. Just nice, you may ask incredulously when this would be the sexual experience of your life (and there are people like this, I know). Yes, nice, like a nice meal shared with good friends - I still believe this is true, in spite of all. Why don't I do it more often then if it is just like a meal? When I come to think of it: I didn't have meals with other people so often lately, either.

What followed was something rather unspectacular - and some of my readers do remember that I have reported it more than once before. A good friend even sent me a PM in which he predicted what happened as if he had been there. Such good memories for details, I admire that.

First it was Beatrix' turn - she was the guest, after all. Like others before she was afraid that Aldo's cock was too large for her, which is a myth when you think how large a baby is who uses the same way, admittedly from the other side. So she welcomed Aldo with awe, and as he filled her more than she had ever felt anybody fill her, she said afterwards, she just felt fantastic. Aldo was not fast, but moved very carefully in her, methodically, adapting to her movements and ever quickening breath. I was lying beside them and holding Beatrix' hand, and when she came for a first time, she pressed my hand and I pressed it back, and her screams were inarticulate, and very, very loud.

Then it was my turn, and Aldo did the same for me, and I am sure that it was even better for me than for her. Because Aldo knows me and likes me a lot, and he was just perfect. Is it better than with Phillip, I have been asked. Why compare? I don't love Aldo, so it cannot be better, although technically, if one can use this term, Aldo is perfect. I don't know if you understand what I mean - guys just seem to tick differently.

As Aldo is the only guy I know who can hold back as long as he wishes and then cum when he wishes, he changed back to Beatrix, and then to me, and to Beatrix again. And then he did what he loves best and what gives him the greatest kick: as we lie on our backs side by side, he kneels before us and he cums all over us, from tummy up to our hair, and it feels good and it seems he takes no end.