When I was marking some essays last night and waiting for Phillip's call, Elsie phoned. She was not amused and said she thought Tanja was fun, but she was afraid that something between all of us might be destroyed. We will meet for a coffee once next week and have a girl-to-girl talk.

Now I will get dressed and go shopping for tonight's dinner, it will be Thai food. Today Phillip comes home from Torino. My body aches for him, and I hope he will take all my pain away from me and make me fly ...

You can say a few things about Tanja, but neither that she is boring nor shy. I think people like her or hate her. She undressed casually as if this was what she had been doing constantly since puberty set in, and complimented Joerg on the size of his cock before we hopped into the jacuzzi. Unfortunately we could not stay in there long, because after a few minutes, there were some flashes of lightning followed by rolling thunder, and this is the one condition when it is not advisable to sit in a tub of water under the open sky. Awkward, in the middle of winter ...

So we moved into their bedroom and chilled a little and drank some Australian Cabernet, and it was Tanja who asked Joerg how it felt to be with three nude beauties, and it was she who suggested making him feel six hands on his body while he was blindfolded. Joerg liked this a lot, but he didn't last long and came pretty violently soon.

It was also Tanja who asked if it would be appropriate for her to suck Joerg back to hardness (the answer was a definite no - although the object in question became hard without help before you could say "strawberryflavoured condom". When Tanja later talked about her ex, it was her who asked Elsie if she had ever sucked a woman (the answer was a blushing no).

It was of course Tanja who said that she was now often masturbating with a certain Frau Willow, and when they asked she told her everything about my laptop and the video. What followed was the obvious - I am sure you can guess ever so easily: next time we are to bring the video along and show it. Knowing Tanja a little meanwhile, I have a notion that this might not go without some good old fun.

Dear friends, don't be worried about old Alpina, she can be quite a tough bird; besides my right wrist nothing hurts today, and the bruise on my knee will heal soon. When I was a young country lass, I always had bruised knees; my dad liked that, and he said this was the right stuff (he never had a son).

Some minutes after I came home last night, the doorbell went and when I opened, old Herr Schneider from opposite was standing outside and handing me a lovely box of chocolate. "Fräulein Alpina", he said (he is about the last person who calls me Fräulein), "Fräulein Alpina, my wife and I hope that you have got over your bad fall. We talked about what we would have done if you had been seriously hurt: we would have come and wrapped you into a blanket before anybody could have seen you like that."

Good old souls - they saw my embarrassing state and would have come and saved me from exposure. What is better than having such neighbours watch over you?

When I look up, all I see is roses .... they are fantastic, a sea of red, "a token of our love" was on the card. (Mind you, the word LOVE is not one which Phillip uses easily ...). On Saturday morning, he will be back - his stay at Torino will be over for the moment and he will have some free days. He will go back there again for the Closing Ceremony together will his Editor, as his guide and knowledgeable companion.

Now tonight is jacuzzi night at Joerg's, starring Joerg's Nude Angels Elsie, Tanja, and Alpina. Tanja has supper with me first, and then we're walking over to them, all intent on ripping our clothes off whenever we are gently invited to.

Today would not have been a bad day - in spite of the continuous pouring rain - had I not started it with a fall.

What happened was this: When I wake up alone on a workday I usually have the same routine. Still hot from bed I walk into the kitchen in the panties I have spent the night in and put on the coffee machine, which takes some time to heat up. Then I cut some bread and take some cheese out of the fridge, and then I get my newspaper. It is delivered early in the morning to my post-box which is in my drive a few steps from my front door.

To get my paper I usually do not dress but leave the house in my bedroom slippers and my panties, go down the five steps, turn left, walk some steps to the box, get the paper and quickly go back into the house again. I quite enjoy cooling down for a bit half naked out there, and feel the world on my skin, and inside it is nice and warm again. Nobody can see me but old Frau and Herr Schneider from opposite, but they have seen many things in their lives and don't bother. Funny can be when there is an early hiker on the road and I don't look first, but when they realize what they have seen, I am usually gone.

Now that's what I did this morning. I left the house, but when I turned left at the bottom of the steps, I slipped with both feel on some ice that had formed when the rain came, I fell on my left knee, and then on my right ellbow and hand, and finally landed on my tummy and kissed the icy cobblestones of the drive. There I lay, in nothing than my thongs. When I felt no bad hurt when I started moving, I was relieved, picked myself up and limped into the house. Noone had seen me - I must have looked a sight.

Then I had my extra strong espresso, read the paper, showered and dressed - the only thing that was different was that I had to change to some non-transparent pantyhose because of my knee. Then I locked the house and got the bus in time. I am sure no-one noticed that all my muscles felt pretty stiff all day or my sexy Pamela Anderson - pout because of my slightly swollen upper lip.

"Is there a special reason for you to go to Tanja and show her the video? Maybe you have a little secret and love to play with her toys while she is there? Or play together? It makes my cock rock-hard and I am nearly cummig without touching my cock if I think of you two enjoying each other", a regular reader wrote me in his message this afternoon - oh, sweet imagination ... and how easily and wonderfully it can be inspired. I am quite a little proud of what the letters that I put down here can achieve and I must admit it would have been a tempting turn of my story.

Alas, this is not like the lives of Alpine schoolteachers here are usually structured, and so Tanja just watched, and watched, and did another rerun, and then she wanted me to give her this Frau Willow's number and address - which I could not, to her disappointment. And so she just asked if she could borrow my laptop for some days, and how exactly to start the film, and that sooner or later she would have to buy such a thing, too, and go online. Another convert to the pleasures of cyberspace, I am pretty sure.

What else is there to mention? That when I came home later in the afternoon, I found 50 red roses on my desk. Phillip had sent them by messenger service from Torino because it is Valentine's Day, and Frau Schneider had let the messenger in and put them in a vase. And in Joerg's name, I had invited Tanja to come to our jacuzzi session on Thursday, which she said she gladly would. I had told my two friends last time about my holidays with Tanja and our meeting with the guys, and Joerg had asked me, no: begged me, to invite her. Being in the bubbly pool with three nude women seems to be a mighty big turn on for him, it will certainly be good fun for all.

After my lessons today I will visit Tanja and bring along a special sweet for dessert - not a fruit cake, not some special favourite bar of chocolate, but a video I have recorded from NN while experimenting a little with my new premium freedom (I hope it worked).

My impression while looking into some of the little films was that they were pretty trashy - no offence meant - - from the contents and the techical skills of the directors. All the masturbating guys without heads are pathetic anyway. Do their videos make anyone hot but the posters themselves?

Faces can obviously be seen when guys persuade their spouses to perform oral sex on them while they film. The few I saw were not very successful, though, I am afraid. You could notice too well how reluctant the ladies were: while one almost vomited when she felt some sperm between her lips and spit and spit, others just rolled their eyes in desperation. The guys put their throphy films on the internet all the same - in spite of the female lead's body language, which they don't seem to speak. I think the hard work for a professional porn actress is not not have herself penetrated from all sides by whoever, but to look as if she likes it.

Now there was a remarkable difference when I watched one particular film: it was by Willow01, a prominent poster here. What she did to her fine body with her large dildo, where she slid it in full length while looking the spectator right in the eye and showed exactly what she felt - that looked grand, even to me. And I know Tanja will just love it.

She always insisted on lending me her tool during the holidays; I never accepted her offer - but I think this will please her a lot if I know her right.

The counting device at the top of this page shows me that there have been more than 4000 people knocking at my door, and there have certainly many been reading my blog. Now and then, I get messages of people who have just discovered it, and read the whole of it in one go (they say it takes 2 hours). Many leave comments here, some even do it regularly - which I think is lovely. I am told that my little texts soft some readers' hearts, while it seems that they also seem to harden some cocks ...

I often wonder who the people are who read my blog - which is at the same time my secret diary. (It's so secret that I even do it in a foreign language). But really, no-one in the real world knows that I write here and particularly not what I write - so I can be completely free, open and independent - which I tremendously enjoy.

Who are my readers? I get wonderful messages of people of all ages, mostly men. They often tell me of their lives and that they read me regularly, that they even try to find my latest blog or are looking forward to it. I love to read their sometimes very personal texts; although the chance is extremely small that I will ever meet them or even see what they really look like, I try to imagine what their lives are like and why they chose me of all people to tell their very intimate and secret thoughts. And for a moment we are very close.

In the picture section I have noticed that some people who post a photo - which might even be their own photo - get double the number of views in a day. I have taken about 120 blogs. Still, I have very much enjoyed writing them. I'd love to thank the 35 people who on average notice my name, read my little text and so walk some length of way with me through life.

My skiing weekend was heaven and hell. On Friday afternoon and Saturday we went skiing, and it was just wonderful. Snow had fallen during the week, and now everything looked fresh and soft, and the brilliant sun lit every little snowflake and made it glimmer. On Friday evening we were watching the Opening Ceremony of the Olympic Winter Games and I knew one of the thousands of little heads in the stadium was my Phillip's. I would have liked to be with him.

On Saturday evening my colleague and his wife invited me to a meal in a restaurant, and that was when heaven finished and hell set it. All three of us ordered a shrimp dish with a spicy sauce, and at about the same time during the night, we started to vomit and couldn't sleep and felt bad the whole day Sunday, so that we travelled home rather soon and I spent the rest of the the day in bed and didn't even think of my blog.

My colleague went back to the restaurant before we left and complained and they said they were very sorry and gave him a generous voucher for another meal, but a wonderful skiing Sunday was spoit all the same. In the evening I was already asleep when Phillip's phone call came: He had been at the slope during the Men's Downhill Race to see what our boys were doing: our best just became second instead of winning the gold. So all in all it was a Sunday to forget.

If I am not blogging in the next two days, I have gone skiing. The weather report looks good and I was asked by a colleague to come along tomorrow after school. The slopes will be nice and empty anyway because everyone wants to see our boys win the gold medals at the downhill race. Go, Austria, go !

Thanks for your responses, flcamfan and quarterinch, they teach me that the man is and will remain an enigma to me, and that it seems to be so much easier to enjoy a man than to really understand him.

What happened during our holidays was that on Wednesday Tanja said that tonight it was time for some meat between her teeth again. I could do with a bite too, I answered, little knowing that she didn't speak about dinner but that this was her lingo for what she loves doing to guys when it overcomes her.

We went out dancing, drank a little, met two sweet students of medicine in their late 20s, had a whale of a time and laughed a lot and before the rural disco closed Tanja asked them if after all that drinking they were still fit enough for a good erection because we two girls were definitely having further plans with them.

Only then I fully understood ... and was embarrassed for about two seconds, and for two more seconds I was sure I could not do that. But for two further seconds I saw Phillip before my eyes, lying on top of a security chick who had nothing on but a pair of black stockings and her holster with a loaded gun (he likes them that way ...)and then my mind was made up - don't say I didn't fight temptation ... I did it for full six seconds, didn't I? And then I felt this little pain deep inside me that usually breaks all dams and brings on the floods ...

The act itself was .... well, satisfactory. There was neither a foursome, nor swapping partners half way, but we left for our and their bedrooms, each with the guy we had danced with most. The attractive thing was that he was 10 years younger and fit, trim and well-built, although not particularly well-endowed, on the other hand he was fairly inexperienced and clumsy, and the fact that he had the chance to fuck an older woman made him shoot before he was totally out of his jeans (I say: men ...)

Fortunately younger people have some stamina and don't need long breaks, and a pair of warm lips do wonder at resurrection, so I did get what I felt like after all ... which was a quiet little orgasm to set my body at rest.

Telling this here, I feel the little pain again right now which makes my fluids rise - tomorrow morning Phillip will leave and it's going to be the last night to sleep in his arms for a time. So there is one thing of which I am dead certain: Tonight I will not settle for a quiet little affair ...