I know I sometimes produce very corny cliffhangers (which is a literary device to make the readers want to go on reading next time). Thanks, guys, particularly flcamfan, for your subtle patience with my vanity and deliver me the suitable keywords to go on.

So Phillip did react to my spilling my erotic beans, oh yes - and I had imagined several reactions beforehand in order not to be too surprised, but I would never have expected what happened next: plainly said, it made him horny as hell .... I think as horny as I had never really seen him before !!!

My God ... what stuff are men made of? It seems to me they are anything but "intelligent design", if you ask me. You should have seen how he looked at me when I told him, how he asked for every little detail, what the guy had done, what I had felt, if anyone had watched, if we repeated it; my goodness ... if he could have watched !?!

And during the whole time he was as big and hard as a baseball bat (almost ..), and he took me almost violenty, twice actually within minutes ... something I had not formerly know he could physically achieve. And then he asked and asked ... only one? only a guy? not Tanja? not even a little? Believe me, I am not an unexperienced woman, but I am still shocked.

As I can be a little devil sometimes, I made the ultimate test ... so I told Phillip that the guy who had me's dick was way bigger than his (which was not at all true, in fact) and he filled me out big time. Now, after this remark, guys usually shrink to oblivion ... not my Phillip; it just resulted in a further attack ...

Now tell me guys: Is everything ok with this man? Or do I have to be worried? Is one like that and I just didn't know because I am not wired this way? Certainly, you find your Alpina nonplussed and perplexed tonight.

I have gone premium; now I can correct all the bothersome typing errors I have made, and there seem to be even more positive features ... I will experiment a little when I have time. At the moment school tires me out and I have even problems keeping up my regular blog.

But I still have things to tell about my holidays and the weekend (for those who care). First I have to admit that, of course, I could not hold back when Phillip arrived, although I had planned to be a little cool and reluctant first. I was finally waiting for him very scantilly dressed and could not help welcoming him with the meanwhile customary blowjob almost under the front door. (One does what one does best ... LOL).

But before he came, he helped me to my feet and led me to the kitchen table, and then he spread me over it on my back. He made a little show of rolling the comdom over his wonderful bigness, and then he made me and himself moan and shout until we collapsed onto each other. I am glad I had not already set the table for dinner - but it was very nice eating where we had cum violently only minutes before. There was even a little animal smell hanging in the air fighting the smells of my pasta sauce.

Afterwards, lying leisurely on my bed, he told me of his WEF - conquests and I took it very, very coolly. And then I told him that for the first time since we have known each other, I, too, had had sex during the last week ... that I had cum very nicely and that it seemed to me that this might not be an exception in the days to come.

Why should only men fuck around, after all? Why should only Phillip enjoy some freedom? When I told him I directly looked into his eyes, because I wanted to see exactly what his reation was. And he did react, oh my, oh my ...

By the way, something I have already known since last week is that Phillip will be absent again for some time. It seems that he really has become his editor's pet, as he sends him to the Winter Olympics to Torino for some days. He has not really an idea of sports, but he is supposed to report about the atmosphere and all the cultural events during the games, and particularly about the opening ceremony on Friday night. I could have gone along, but the time of my freedom is now over for good. Oh, well ...

My first day back at school .... such a strange feeling after an absence of 6 months. Everyone asked me what I had done all the time, and I could tell them a few things, among them my bicycle trip to Venice or my stay in London and Oxford. Josef, one of my middle-aged colleagues I had had little contact before, grabbed my hand, looked into my eyes and said, "It's so nice to have you back." I would never have expected this.

The students were sweet, too. One class had put a bunch of flowers on my desk. Some said they were glad I was back, now they would learn more again, as I was much stricter than the lady who had them during my absence. First I thought they were taking the mickey, buy it seems they were really serious. How nice to have students who really want to work hard !

What was a little awkward and funny at the same time was that not many people knew that I have a boyfriend now. So in the morning they all behaved towards me as if I was still my old promiscuous self; during the day, they were given the news, and by late afternoon they were already treating me as if I was one of the numerous married teachers who could not be approached sexually in any way. It was just the way they looked at me - the permanent male question I had been used to for years had mysteriously departed from their eyes.

After my four lessons of today, I actually felt is if I had never been away. Strange how fast routine sets in again. Fortunately I have a good feeling tonight - I still like what I do and I will not so easily get tired of it.

Some of you, my reading friends, might remember that when I left for skiing, Phillip was at the World Economic Forum (WEF), writing about celebrities and their political opinions. He was at events with people like Bill Clinton, Bill Gates, Bono, Angelina Jolie; he shook hands with the Indian Finance Minister. And from what he told me on the phone, he enjoyed sex more than once.

There were so many internes, secretaries and female security at the Forum who were bored and game for a lay, Phillip said, that it would have been a shame not to profit from the international supply and have a little fun now and then. Promote international friendship he and his journalist colleagues seem to call this.

But when we rang off and Phillip wished me an erotic week in the mountains, he just overdid it. So far I had put up with the fact that I had no right over him and so let him live his own life when we were apart, and I had never had the idea to give him tit for tat. But this time, for this week, I decided to be the old Alpina and enjoy whatever sexy came along my way - like I did for the best part of my life - and let Phillip be Phillip.

When he comes to me this evening, I will cook him a lovely dinner, listen patiently to him telling me of his sexual conquests - and then he is in for some hefty surprise !

This afternoon I came back from my skiing holiday with my friend Tanja. We just went to Damuels, which is a small place in the Bregenzerwald, not far from here, and it was wonderful (The picture is from their homepage). Particularly the weather - there was not one cloud all week, so we could ski a lot every day. There were not many people on the slopes, so we sometimes felt as if the world belonged to us two.

After two in the afternoon we went back to our hotel, opened a bottle of white wine and sat on our balcony in our bikinis, it was so warm. While Tanja already acquired the first tan lines of the season, I managed to turn a little pink at least - the curse of my very white skin. Later we had some dinner, and then we went out and had a really, really good time until way past midnight. Tanja is not exactly what you would call a shy girl, and in her wake I enjoyed myself thoroughly, too - I will tell about it later.

First I have to heat up my house again, and spend some time with my cat, so that she loves me again; I have to read all my mail and some newspapers, and I have to think about work which starts on Monday again, after a sabbatical of six months.

You will meet a different Alpina soon - me, the School Mistress, in business suit and with my briefcase. So put up your hands if you want to speak to me, guys. I am finally back to ordinary life.

The weather report for next week is fantastic again - not a cloud in the mountains until at least Thursdays while people in the valley have to suffer from fog. I am blessed - in many ways, if I have a look at my life and my personal situation.

When I started up my computer this morning, I found such a wonderful personal message here .... thaks a lot, caseyblue ... it's little things that can make your day if they are truely heartfelt. And thanks glassdick, I'd love to share some of my chocolate with you anyday.

Tanja will pick me up in the early afternoon, and I think we're having a great time. I suggested having seperate rooms at the hotel so that she could invite into her bed whoever she wanted anytime, but she thought this was boring and we'd better share. She seems to be a fairly good skier, too, so keep out of our way, guys, or we run you over and bury you in powdersnow.

Have a wonderful time, dear readers, your alpine Alpina will be back next Saturday.

I felt a little sad in the afternoon and finally took the bus into Bregenz. There I first had a look at Phillip's flat to see if everything was alright, and then I went on a mini spending spree. I bought some books to read with my classes and a few for myself, four bars of 72 per cent cocoa dark Swiss chocolate and a pair of fine panties, very soft and a little shiny, which feels ever so good.

All the time I was thinking how wonderful it is to have friends. Without them I would be so alone, particurly because I have no family at all. My parents were both only children, and they have both died in a crash. It's good to have Phillip, and his daughter Angelika, and Joerg and Elsie who are really close, and my colleagues at school I will see more often again soon. Tanja, who I will spend some skiing holidays with, and old Frau Schneider, my neighbour, who looks after my cat and my house, and a few more.

And there are so many I have met online - not all are friends, but some are close to my heart. And some read my blog regularly and send me messages or leave comments. I love you, all my friends, I don't know what I would be without you ...

Today is Angelina Day at the WEF, Phillip said on the phone. Yesterday was Indian National Day and a big party in Davos. Phillip shook the Indian Finance Minister's hand and ate Indian goodies until he almost dropped dead. The Indians spent three million dollars last night to make the world know that they were an emerging market, too, with low salary people like the Chinese. Should by chance anyone have gone to bed hungy last night in India - tough luck, guys, that is not where your food was ...

Good food was also served at Joerg and Elsie's - she had prepared lovely fish snacks, but we only enjoyed these after the double jacuzzi session. Elsie and I had agreed before that it was Joerg's day and that it should be memorable for him. I can't relate all we did because this blog entry would become far too long. But as I know that some of my male readers love to read sexy stuff, just this much:

Joerg thoroughly enjoyed feeling our hands everywhere on his body while sitting in the bubble bath; and the four-handed handjob he got made him jerk and moan. We agreed on eating with him ancient Roman style - reclining on their big bed naked. After the second bottle of white wine we ate pieces of fruit and whipped cream from his lower body. He came inside Elsie while she was on her back, her head resting in my lap and me stroking her hair. And then he wanted to fall asleep with us two women on either side and both holding his cock. So I slept over with them and only arrived home minutes ago.

During the night, I once woke up while Joerg was breaking our code: I felt his fingers enter my pussy and probe me carefully, but when he noticed me stir, he removed his hand again. While I was walking home leisurely this morning, it was gradually getting light. The snow had still kept its nightly dull grey, and a roe deer was walking into the forest. The morning of another day.

Phillip phoned me from Davos; tomorrow Angelina will have her big day. When I teased him, he said she was not accessible at all for the press; there were security people all around her who shielded her off all around the clock (it's going to be security chicks .... I told you ...)

Angelina is there as a UN - Ambassador for Refugees. My opinion is that at the Forum, which mainly advocates globalization, stars like her are nothing but the fig leaves behind which dirty naked capitalism hides. I told Phillip before that I think the World Economic Forum is a pretty dubious affair because CEOs and movie stars - who have not been elected by people - play at World Leaders, so it's deeply undemocratic. Phillip said I have left wing opinions. So you can see that we both have good arguments.

If I was really planning on having sex tonight during jacuzzi night, I was asked. What is sex ... there are so many facettes. Penetration is out of the question, this is part of the agreement to protect our friendship ... they do not enter my body as I do not enter theirs. But besides that there is a variety of erotic and sexual things and I am ready to assist to their satisfaction they way they did some weeks ago when I needed it. That is what friends are for ...

The best news at the end: I phoned Tanja this evening and told her of our skiing trip and how good it was, and that Phillip is away for about a week. I also told her that school starts soon and how nervous I am. To cut a lenghty story short - we agreed on going skiing together next week, just the two of us, to a place not far from here, where both of us have learnt how to ski in our childhoods. We will be leaving on Saturday, and I am sure it's going to be just great with her.

Well, yes, it is stupid to go on ranting about Phillip's difficulty in keeping his pants up instead of remembering the quality time we had together. Because our five snow days were just wonderful. Maybe it's that I've got the blues because I am alone again which makes me do it.

Phillip was ever so attentive and amiable all the time. We had lovely meals at little mountain restaurants, and we even went dancing. He was the most dedicated of lovers and more than once I fell asleep in sheer exhaustion while my body still trembled and shook and craved for more. And we laughed a lot, and told each other stories, and had animated arguments about things we love or hate.

On funny thing: we were in a cable cabin, a little job for four people which was supposed to take us up to the top of a slope. As the run took 20 minutes and we were alone, I decided to surprise Phillip with a blow job. As I kneeled down and peeled his cock out of his skidress, he could lean back and enjoy the beautiful landscape and no-one in the other cabins would notice.

That's what I thought. For one reason or another, maybe because the cabins going upwards were heavier, I could perfectly be seen by people who were travelling downwards. I just noticed when I heard people cheering and clapping their hands, and I must have looked pretty silly when I looked up with my full mouth. All day when we met a group of people who seemed to look at us we wondered if they had recognized us again.

Just one thing was awkward: Phillip's reaction when he noticed that I was the better skier than he. Up to then, he had been better than me at everything, but now he had real trouble keeping up with me.

It's not so easy for a man's ego to deal with such a heavy blow.