I am of course aware that this little counter above my blog has come close to a magic number - my 10'000th visitor. Writing here has become such an important part of my life - not only because I have spent more than 100 hours doing so, or because I can practice my favourite foreign language, but also because there are so many wonderful people who interact with me and who I would never have met without NN - which would have been a real pity. So thanks again for your faithfulness, and special thanks to the handful of true Alpinists who are particularly close to my heart.

Otherwise it's not a special day - some hours of teaching, then I mowed the lawn. Don't fear that this is too hard work for your tender friend Alpina - it's only a small area which I keep mowed; the rest of my grass grows wild and at the time looks like a wonderful flowery meadow. When I have finished here I'll clean my pool and sit there for some time reading - after a month of rain, the sun has finally arrived. Unfortunately there are no good-looking young pool-boys and lawn-mover-handsomes here in the countryside, the last time I asked my gardener for help he sent me a 60-year-old Portuguese who was totally absorbed by his job all afternoon.

Afterwards I will go and get dressed for my big, virtual 10'000 visitor party later in the day or early tomorrow. I don't know yet what to wear - what would my regular visitors love to imagine me putting on? Some business suit, or something casual? Or would it be enough to wear my fingerring and a whiff of parfume? It's best you imagine me in whatever attire you'd like me best, and enjoy my company the way you'd love to spend it most. And if you happen to be No. 10'000 - please let me know.

I usually don't complain about work because I secretly think teaching is the most beautiful profession in the world. But it's school as a whole which sometimes gets me down. Instead of going home after the end of my lessons at 1 pm like every Tuesday and having time to myself, I had to stay for a staff meeting till 5 and a special event till 7 during which some students I don't know got a prize for some special work I've never heard of. I finally got home at a quarter to eight, I haven't eaten since noon and I'll have to pepare tomorrow's work now in the next few hours. So I stayed at school 6 hours longer than usual, unpaid of course, and for nothing at all really, because both meetings were totally insignificant.

I just had time to phone Elsie in the afternoon because Nosy Me wanted to have some first-hand facts about her marital achievements. She sounded very pleased with herself and told me what had happened: When she woke up on Whit Monday, Joerg was still asleep. When she lifted the counterpane, she saw that he was naked, so she just moved over to him and took his still limp and sleeping cock into her mouth. And it grew very quickly, though Joerg didn't stir, so she just licked and sucked, and when he came, she didn't move away as she usually did, but bravely stayed and swallowed. She said she was happy he hadn't accumulated too much cum during the night, so she was far from drowning.

Joerg was very pleased and particularly nice all day - and Elsie admitted to having drunk a big drop of Brandy later, against the lingering aftertaste. I told her that Joerg would maybe not even mind if she had his cum with Brandy, and she promised to try it one of these days. On Wednesday evening I will phone Tanja to ask her how Joerg had behaved all week, and if he had, I have decided he is in for a little reward - a surprise for him during Jacuzzi night, administered by your generous and ever-ready friend Alpina.

Eight in the evening and some Vivialdi from the living-room - Phillip has left and gone home to his flat. It was an official Catholic holiday today, on Monday after Whitsun no-one does any work, but goes out when the weather is fine. I went for a walk with Phillip, we went through the fields and the forest and finally paid a visit to my parents' grave. Before, we had made love, wildly and vigorously, and I rememeber hearing me shout once - it was so strong an emotion. While walking I didn't wear anything under my skirt, and my lingering wetness felt the little wind that reached me, and it was cooling me off and drying me. And with every step I felt a wonderful little smarting where my legs meet.

But now all is calm, and my mind is at rest, I have just been reading all your wonderful messages and comments - there were so many, and some of them were really good letters. To think of that: somewhere in the world, in Australia, the West Indies, England or any other place far away, someone was sitting at the computer and thinking of me - and writing encouraging, uplifting and motivating texts which they then sent for me to read and enjoy. Thanks so much, you're true friends.

And from Elsie I had an SMS: "I have done it and it tasted ok" - Cheers, my sweet friend Elsie, let's toast with the cum of our men - to life, and to love, and to all other things that bring us joy and make us happy !

I didn't get any favourable comments and messages after yesterday's blog, which I wrote when I was still full of excitement and emotion. I admit, today in the light of a new sun what I took down may sound a little particular, it looks, some seem to think, as if I have given up my independence and my own will to Phillip and that I am being used to his ends. Maybe one can see it this way. But then I just love when Phillip is pleased with me, I love when he is proud - when what I do excites his lust and he gives it back to me with double vigour. I admit it excites me beyond any precedent when I think how what I do to please him excites and arouses him. Like yesterday what I wore on the yacht or the phonecall that I was going to make - the lust I felt from Phillip was just so intense and overwhelming - like a drug that promises heaven.

I know what I am writing now sounds silly for most of you again - the more rational you are, the sillier I fear. But what I feel for Phillip is: I want to give myself up to him. Yes, I give myself to him and I am happy when he takes me, takes me and gives my hungry body the food it needs and my mind some rest.

Phillip arrived after 8pm, and he lifted me up all the way to heaven. Phillip with the love spot. Whenever he comes home from a longer absence, my body is yearning more for him, and it won't give any rest until it is totally worn out. It was after an orgasm which had shaken me particuarly long and which took no end, that I was resting in Phillip's arms and told him that I would call the elf whenever he asked me. This made him so wild that he virtually started to ravish me, like never before - we were both wheezing with excessive effort when we fell into each other and could no more - for some time at least. While we were slurping stawberries and cream from each others bodies, we schemed how to proceed with the elf and how to organise the meeting. Phillip was ever so alert and inventive, and I suggested to begin with having strawberries from the elf together after dinner and start like this.

This morning he came back from the office and said we would go to the lake again, to have a late lunch with the Editor on his yacht. The weather wasn't so special, though, but we just hoped there would be some sun now and then. And it turned out to be very lovely. Phillip said I would certainly do the old chap a favour if I didn't wear too much, and if I would go along whith that. He asked me to just wear my black bikini bottoms and the gold chain, which I had got for birthday, on my naked skin - and this is what I did.

There was a pleased smile on the old man's face, and he was ever so sweet all afternoon - and Phillip almost burst with pride, and winked at me whenever he thought we were unobserved. When we came home, chauffeur driven, of course, I phoned Traudl Gstöttenmayr. Phillip had the number ready. She picked up at once, was not particularly surprised at me calling and saying we wanted to invite her for next Saturday to dinner and if she'd like to come. "'course", she said, and, "I'll drive up there with dad's car." When I wanted to tell her where to find me, she said,"I know where it is, Phil has told me." Phil - I have never heard anybody call him that.

I had not rung off when Phillip already lifted me off and carried me over to the bed. And we both came quickly and hard. Then he had to leave, but he will be back tomorrow.

There is one thing I tried not to think of all week, and this is the threesome I have promised Phillip to be part of, featuring Traudl Gstöttenmayr, the elf (see May 21). I am now ready and willing to go along. The reason is: I have decided not to tell Phillip about Maria and not show him the wonderful letter she sent me in the course of this week. Being in this threesome and thus fulfilling Phillip's deepest fantasy will be my day of atonement for what I did with Maria. So I tell him tonight that I will phone Traudl tomorrow and invite her for next Saturday.

This will be the day when I happens.

Maria's letter, yes - it was on expensive paper and it was smelling of her perfume. She agreed it was better for our night to remain a singuar event. But why not have other such singuar events - sometime, someplace? And then Maria wrote something which took my breath away, something I had never expected from this tough woman: "Sometimes, sweet Alpina, I have thought during this week what it would be like to come home in the evening and you would be there. And you would massage my back and come into my arms, and we would talk. We would spend our free time together and laugh a lot and be happy. Why, we could even have a child together (adopted, or maybe yours) and be a little family."

I had tears in my eyes, when I read that, it moved me so much. This was closest to being the most serious proposal which I ever got.

I had dinner with Tanja last night, and it was more pleasant than I had expected. Of course she was pretty taken aback when I told her I knew about her fucking Joerg, and she got mightily angry about this blubbering big baby (her words). She said she first had had sex with him for friendship's sake, and because he was so greatful, but lately it had become stale. Joerg always complained to her that Elsie wasn't ready to do the things she did, sometimes while they were doing them, his cock in her throat, and this got on her nerves. She didn't want to be his masturbation tool into which he jacked off his frustration (her words again), and she had told him so. This week she had even refused to meet him. But she had met this other guy, who was very interesting. Last night ...

And so it went on and on. Will she ever learn? But I had heard what I wanted, and I really saw a possible way out for my two best friends. For the rest of the evening we had a good time. She is not a bad girl - if only her pussy did not always get the better of her. But as I knew the reason for that (see March 17 and further) I just had to accept that sex was to her as water to a goldfish.

Now I'll go to town to buy some fresh produce from the vegetable and meat market. I'll start another attempt at cooking tonight when Phillip comes - the last few times my legs didn't carry me to the kitchen anymore after our "Welcome Back". I'll get everything ready so we can eat it wherever we want. And as you might have guessed: I'll buy the juciest strawberries I can get, and a new can of cream ...

While reading the blog of a young woman called ditzybutsexy (whose blog by the way is a lot more successful than mine, when you compare her 450 readers per entry with my 36.5) From her words, I have noticed that for some people it seems to be essential that the questionnare in the NN-profile is filled in. Not doing so may lead so far that the refuseniks appear at best like spoilsports and at worst don't really seem to exist or are at least not taken notice of.

Unfortunately I am one of those refuseniks: I have just filled in what I think is essential for people to know. It is of course the only thing I have ever read of other people. I read their texts carefully, and I think I know who they are. And I dare hope people know me from my texts - and some do really well.

What people think they are might be interesting to their psychologists. If they smoke is only of interest when they visit me (and I would never give them a blowjob for how their cum tastes). If they shave is of similar importance. Now how long their penis is - well, we all lie now and then.

So I have always thought that filling in is a funny game for those who think this is a funny game. But then I have seen that someone in the forum section uttered similarly negative views. Maybe I ought to measure my chest and enter this (of course considerable) number into my profile. Maybe this is the reason why the average number of my readers is only 36.5, not 37?

PS: This evening I'll have dinner with Tanja.

Thanks, OldGeezer, for your favourable comment on my story, I appreciate it a lot. Even the original writer of the text seems to have enjoyed reading it. I love that.

Due to my monthly tribute to nature, I was sitting in the Jacuzzi with some bikini panties on last night. Still, I enjoyed it a lot, although more for health reasons this time - my muscles were still tensed up from overwork the other day - so I comfortably sat there and relaxed. Joerg was a little moody, and Elsie chattered away about some injustice she witnessed at work.

Later, while chilling on their big bed and drinking some red wine, I carefully tried to draw our conversation towards what I'd had in mind. I told them the story about my friend Ruth learning from me how to perform a good blow-job at the age of 75 (see May 11). Of course I didn't mention any names, and I told it as if it were a very funny story.

I noticed quickly, that neither of them laughed. It was still one of the probblems they were having with each other, this became obvious from their reaction (see May 17). But I did as if I hadn't noticed, and told them about my advice I had given, I repeated what I had told Ruth about the wonderful taste of cum. I also said that for guys this sexual practice seemed to be so very essantial, and that the two old love-birds were very happy now (I just hope they are).

Joerg and Elsie looked at me, and they looked at each other. I just prattled on about Phillip being back on Saturday and how I usually welcomed him. I admit I got a little graphic in my description of how I have been kneeling before Phillip naked and having orgasms just from sucking him off, you could see that from Joerg's instant and vivid cock movement. I ended the lesson mentioning that sexually speaking, this was what I was looking forward to most for Saturday (was it?).

After the second bottle was empty, I went home. I had had two very attentive pupils. Now I just hope they will do their homework.

I couldn't sleep last night because I was so restless and a little overworked, so I wrote my first erotic story, which I posted in the erotic story section.

I have always been reading some, and when I read one by a poster called letterguy, it virtually jumped at me. I didn't actually invent it, I re-wrote it so that the whole story is now seen from the woman's (she is called Louise) point of view. If the story is still erotic for guys I cannot say, it is certainly more realistic, a little funny and there are a few sexy bits in it even for women. I kept as much as I could from the original, certainly all the dialogues, and it was sometimes lovely how meanings could change with the smallest of alterations. So maybe you'll want to read it and advise me if I ought to go for a future in the erotic business.

Today I am dead tired - the price I'm paying for staying up so long. During the choir lesson I broke out in sweat and could hardly stand. Yes, your dear friend Alpina sings in the school choir - something else I never mentioned here before. I stand among all the girls who are usually my students. There are only very few teachers singing along. I am the only woman. From behind, people say, I can't be distingushed from the girls.

After a concert some time ago, a young male member of the orchestra (not belonging to our school) walked up from behind and while asking: "What about a kiss for a young talented musician, girls?" embaced a few of the girls - to his misfortune I was the one in the middle - and while everyone was roaring with laughter, I gently kissed him on his meanwhile tomato-red forehead. I think in the choir this story has been told a million times - and all newcomers have heard it at the latest after the next concert.

Tonight I will go to Jacuzzi night in spite of some reservations - I'd love to try out something - maybe it might be a solution. Phillip will be back by Saturday night - I am longing to be with him again, but at the same time new questions will be asked. But I am sure it will be an intensive month till he leaves me for a year and heads towards England.