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Friday, November 11, 2005, 6:15:50 PM- Philip

This blog is hard to write, because something has changed: up to now I used to be in charge: I chose, I fucked, I forgot - in the best case remembered tenderly if it was extraordinary. I hardly felt like repetition. I was satisfied and calm then ... till the next time, when I felt new needs.

Something HAS changed - I felt it this afternoon: where there was usually calm satisfaction, there was even more need than before, the wish to be touched again like last night. To be touched by him. I masturbated online - but it stayed with me. I masturbated under the shower, but it just grew stonger. I am sore, but all I can think is: Philip. Never stop doing to me what you did last night.

We will meet tomorrow night. He is a critic and writes for several papers. That's why he was there yesterday. He invited me to a play he had to write about, said he had two tickets, asked if I cared. I do care, because something has CHANGED.

It pleases me so, though I am also afraid.

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Most Recent Comment:	"uh oh alpina! It's the brain thing my friend! Women like you (and me) fall in love using our brains, not our bodies or feelings....and that is so difficult to find. A brain that can connect with yours and make things change. Still there's nothing in this world that can be compared to that! Enjoy!" - LUNNA

Friday, November 11, 2005, 10:54:22 AM- Enjoying a Choice

Already three readers - welcome Glassdick. I must admit when I read your nick I thought a glassdick was some kind of transparent dildo and I tried to imagine how it would feel inside me, but Google informed me better then.

I went to this re-opening of the little gallery last night - I have been going there now and then for some time - with a definite aim: I needed to feel a man on me and in me. When I looked round, there were maybe 20 of them, eyeing me when I came in, as if I was some kind of an exhibit myself. It's amazing how you always feel when you are undressed in some guys' minds and you stand there naked, it must be some ancient intuition. None of them, however, knew or even dared hope to have sex with me before the evening was over. I sat down and chattted with some women I knew and who asked me about my visit to England.

I looked round during the short introductory speech and the following discussion about modern Austria art and its failures, if there was anyone who seemed interesting and imaginative enough to be a good lover. There were just two who suited my expectations, so I started so smile at them appreciatively whenever they said something. Soon I noticed that after every contribution to the discussion, they were trying to find my eyes for confirmation. One - as I saw soon - was a natural performer who lived on other's applause, while the other smiled back, grateful for my appreciation, with questioning eyes though, but his curiosity was obviously aroused. He was the man who could still my desire.

Later, in his small flat in the old town center, Phillip did just marvellously, so that today I was actually singing to myself when I rode the few kilometers back to our village on the bus. Such an intelligent, considerate, imaginative, enduring lover - during this night he reached parts of me others have never reached - including - maybe - even my heart.

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Most Recent Comment:	"That's very interesting alpina, the body is easy to get to, the heart is always guarded....but the man that can appeal to your brain as well, will make you lose your mind!" - LUNNA

Thursday, November 10, 2005, 4:54:04 PM- Luggage

What does a girl take along who is out to get laid?

It would be too obvious to arrive with heavy luggage when you're invited to some drinks. I'm going to wear jeans and a cashmere, some semi-high heels, not a lot of make-up to make it look casual. No bra, and my tiny strings that give no ugly pantylines.

And in my bag? A mini-toothbrush with paste, ersatz - panties in a plastic bag for the wetties, a good selection of condoms (incl. those with strawberry taste), glasses if my contacts smart again from all the smoke, some valium for a night with a snorer (plus earplugs), my new Jan Garbarek CD for effects, my new mini - vibarator if it gets fancy (in an unobtrusive plastic if onyone looks into my bag), perfume (next to all my usual stuff).

Have I forgotten anything? Let's feed the cat now, there will be no food for her till at least tomorrow noon.

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Most Recent Comment:	"Sounds fun! Best of luck on your adventures, Alpina. I'll be rootin' for ya. :P" - Acey83

Thursday, November 10, 2005, 9:58:59 AM- Some Days are Different

There are some days which are definitely more sexual than others, like yesterday. It already started with a need (smiles to you, flcamfan and acey, my only readers and sharers of me days !). And it went on the same way. Nothing was stilled after my morning endeavour. And I felt the fabrics of my string panties even more distinct on all my nooks and crannies than usual.

What heightened my lust was certainly the fact, that I am online again. So I put on my messenger and saw if there were any old chat pals and lovers still around and even remembering me. No sooner had I switched on that one of my closest friends came online. My heart went faster - will he remember and contact me?

And he did. And there was contact immediately, just a bright flash through cyberspace. And he turned on his camera for me, and he put on his very masculine string undies and let me see his trim fine body. As I was getting warmer, he let me see how there was a bulge growing which could hardly be contained by the scanty fabric. I had already wet fingers when I begged him, begged him to set free what was captured there - and he did. My heart raced, and when he was so far as to catch his hot cum in his one hand, you could hear pointed shouts through my empty house.

When you read that, love, know how much you excited me.

But my pain did not leave me. I must, must, must go for the real thing tonight.

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Wednesday, November 9, 2005, 8:15:06 AM- Morning

Waking up in the morning and there is this feeling deep inside, this urge, this necessity that you cannot exist without a sexual climax - NOW. Sometimes it almost hurts. I try to relax and think of the day's chores before me, but my skin burns, my breathing is fast, so fast. Images flash through my mind - of bodies intertwined, I don't want to see them, but they are here - limbs, thighs, cocks. Oh so firm, juicy, tasty cocks. My skin tingles, my nipples firm against the eiderdown. Touch me, feel me. For lack of you, it's my fingers exploring now - I have lost control, they are alive - all over me. Oh so warm, oh, so moist. There is a moan as I enter myself, there is a place that so urgently wants to be touched, in me, and touched again. Fantasies crowd my mind, bodies all around me, so eager, so HARD. And from all sides, they enter me, I am completely in their power, utterly and totally and .... aaah, yes, the world explodes around me, I shout like a wounded animal - and then a big silence sees the last waves of lust receed and I lie quiet. It's the morning of a lovely day.

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Most Recent Comment:	"Very sensual... Those are by far the best kind of mornings. blows you a kiss ;)" - Acey83

Tuesday, November 8, 2005, 11:46:14 PM- Home at Last

After more than 5 weeks abroad, I am home again. It's so nice to be here, although the house has to warm up first and the cat get used to me again. She is a little cross for having been left with a neighbour for so long. But what is best - I have access to the web again.

My sabbatical will go on for three more months - so there is more time to enjoy and relax - and read. And do sports, and go out, and meet people ... My life was rather quiet lately, I was so well-behaved, I hardly recognized myself. Maybe I broke my own record for staying untouched for a length of time. LOL.

Well, I guess it's time to make sure I won't forget anything ...

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Thursday, October 27, 2005, 3:55:01 PM- My God, no Internet

The family I stay with is not on the internet and at the school which I attend in Oxford, there is hardly a moment when no one looks over my shoulder. Imagine me looking at nude guys on Newbie and someone comes in and catches me red-hand, or even wet - handed. Well, he might think I expected him to undress on the spot .... or worse. LOL. But I enjoy my stay so much ... to be a student and not a teacher is ever so gratifying. And there is so much going on here, so much culture and tradition. Incidentally, my stay will be over soon, but I will take home so much, from a load of books to so many wonderful memories.

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Friday, October 14, 2005, 11:22:33 AM- Finally A Net Agan

After a few days in the countryside, I am back to civilzed access to the web. I am sure you missed me. I will tell you what I did in the last few days when I am back at the hotel in the evening. Kisses to all.

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Sunday, October 9, 2005, 10:14:11 PM- Don't Cry Luv

After the visit of the Globe Theatre tonight I walked along the Southbank and looked at all those lights of the city. Wonderful St. Paul's, lamps in a thousand windows all over, blue glimmering lights along the way - like magic. I am a Londoner, just born in the wrong country, thus my predilection for the language. Thus my love of the city. I could not help crying with all this beauty. And tomorrow I will travel on, towards Oxford for some time. So this was a good-bye.

I was still crying when I boarded the red double-decker bus on Waterloo Bridge. There were not many passengers. The bus diver looked at me with sympathy when I showed him my ticket. "Don't cry, Luv", he said, "he will certainly come back."

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Saturday, October 8, 2005, 4:54:39 PM- Pores

I am absorbing London through all my pores - and I have pores all over. I walked to the Tate Modern Museum today, to see the Frida Kahlo exhibition which is going to close tomorrow. The queue was terriffic. Frida is an artist, who makes me wet - to be honest. She has a definite male side, and she was a beautiful woman, dark, strong-featured - what an opposite to my white roundness. It's an established fact she was bisexual. And suddenly I felt this deep hole inside me that needed filling, fast. I have this sometimes, when my body reacts to something utterly beautiful.

He was about 25, a sweet, good-looking boy and I suddenly wanted to provide him with a memory. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. When we both heard about Frida's promiscuity from the audio-guide, our smiles became deeper. The I kissed him, passionately, tonguey, and then all went fast. We found a taxi and I mentioned my hotel. I am sure that when he felt me up in the taxi he wondered why I was so wet.

We fell into each other. The stamina he showed the second time provided me with all I needed to fill my desperate emptiness to the brim. We didn't talk much before he left.When he did, there was a double-decker bus cruising up the road. An advert on its side read: Would you like you if you met you?

Outside the Tate Modern, two lesbians of visibly southern origin had kissed wildly and thrust their lower bodies agaist each other as we were passing - to the smiles of interested bystanders.

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