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Sunday, November 20, 2005, 5:42:51 PM- Duty Dinner

Some weeks before Christmas, people suddenly seem to feel an urge to come together, have dinner and look back on the past year, which has made them one year older. I was invited to such a function yesterday, although I don't particularly like these get-togethers. But as I'd love to get some support from the local Cultural Society for my school play next season, I could not afford staying home and be considered a snob. I lowered the average age of the party by a good decade and was one of the only people appearing without a spouse.

At the beginning, it's usually the men who are more pleasant company while the women eye each other suspiciously - what are the others wearing, about who are they gossiping behind their backs? With time they grow more at ease - talking about children and comparing grand-children, while their husbands, under the influence of free booze, become nastier, particularly with a single woman, telling lewd jokes and asking questions they think funny (we have this bet going whether you are wearing a bra or not ...). I was pawed at least twice, it looked accidental but I felt the probing fingers well.

After dinner, there was the usual speech of the chairman, all the necessary thanks for all who expected to be thanked, and then it was over - thanks god, till next year, same time.

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Saturday, November 19, 2005, 9:10:56 AM- Suggestion

When we were spent and spooning in my bed way past midnight, Phillip suggested both of us going to the doctor's to have an AIDS test done - to be able to do it without any rubber wrappings and to put his cum where it belongs.

I told him I was always careful, but he didn't want to know - it was his priciple, he said, not to practise unsafe sex with people who were fucking around. And I should not be so trustful in his case, either. Shall I be offended now? Do I fuck around? Shall I have the test done so that I can show him the certificate of my cleanliness?

My mind is reluctant. But is there anything like the voice of one's body? Because my inside shouts a loud "yes". Can it be that it yearns for the promised cum?

There is one thing Philipp does not take into consideration, and I didn't tell him, either: condoms are my only way of contraception. So doing away with them would also ask questions of quite a different nature.

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Friday, November 18, 2005, 8:52:40 AM- Bubbly feast

It is lovely to have rituals - and jacuzzi night with Elsie and Joerg is definitely my favourite. So I am happy we're taking it up again after some months without. Elsie cooked a lovely meal for the Opening Night, and we drank plenty of wine, before we all undressed in their bedroom and went outside naked.

Oh, what a night it was. The moon had been full the night before, so it was not really dark. The trees in their garden were black against the bright firmament. There were some white clouds, and between them a sea of stars, so close, it seemed you could pluck them by hand. The thermometer showed 0° - freezing point. Before jumping into the hot tub, we walked through this cold magic garden - hand in hand, in paradisical nakedness - until we were all shivering.

Then relaxing in the water, then toweling each other down and then sitting on their big bed comfortably and drinking some more wine, still naked and myrthful. I had to tell them such a lot about Phillip, and they raised their glasses to the fact that - finally, finally - I was in love. And my protest was only faint. What an unusual thing to be said about me indeed. How more unusual for me to think about myself in these terms.

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Thursday, November 17, 2005, 9:19:03 AM- Jacuzzi

What lovely sunshine today. It has become cold, too cold for the usual fog, and there has been night frost. The water basin in the garden is covered with a thin layer of ice. And the mountains are white, almost down to the valley. I have ordered my area skiing season ticket - now winter can begin.

Elsie, Joerg and I have decided to take up our regular dip into their jacuzzi again. In summer they don't use it often, when it is warm enough, they usually come over to my place and swim in my pool (and drink my wine, LOL). So Thursday is bubbly day again in the future, and I am looking forward to it, it has always been lots and lots of fun.

What else? A call from Phillip - he will come to my place tomorrow, and we will not go out. He is on duty over the weekend and I am invited to some parties. But tomorrow is the night of nights, and I will cook for him.

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Wednesday, November 16, 2005, 9:51:19 PM- Questions, questions

"How are you?" is the question I find most often online, and I answer it when there aren't too many IMs coming in. The slightly imbecile "Wassup?" I never answer, and neither do I "asl?" although this is almost a nostalgic question: it reminds one of the beginnings of chat.

To "Cam or mic?" I always say no - I had my experiences with a cam and I gave it away. I was just tired of arguing why I didn't want to undress constantly - even the nicest guy who just wanted to see my smile asked for my pussy after less than 15 minutes. And for mics: there is nothing more putting off than a grunting guy masturbating - its not even funny, just deeply embarrassing.

More than you would expect start their conversation with "Bald or trimmed?" to which I unvariably say "natural". "Would you like to be my mommy?" is common, too - another American guy with xxxxxx fantasies for sure. This seems to be much of an American thing although I don't know why: do they really date close relatives because they are from sparsely populated areas? Awkward indeed.

"Want my 12 inches?" starts my imagination: another dreamer online who would love to look different. How much would he give if he could be like that only for a day? "Hi hun, I am lez, and you?" is not a rare beginning, too. Oh, how typically feminine.... but I like guys posing as girls: many are quite vulnerable and have hidden dreams and I love to talk with them about their desires - if they don't insist on their pathetic identity.

Another interesting question is: "Do you cyber?" When I am honest I have to answer "Yes."

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Wednesday, November 16, 2005, 9:45:01 AM- A Special Drink in the Cinema

I was all on fire when he rang the bell. I guess I kissed him more warmly than he had expected, and he smiled his most attractive smile after catching breath. I would have asked him in, but there was little time: he was expected to write about the Jarmush film "Broken Flowers" which has started recently and we had to drive over to Bregenz.

He said he was glad to see me again - and to cut a long story short - I found out why he had been so reserved the other night. From two guys I had slept with (oh oh !!) he knew that I hardly ever did it a second time if there was no special reason to do so, and he didn't want to insult me by urging me. And he himself was a little like me and loved change, and that life was too wonderful to restrict one's sexuality to one person alone when there was so much to experience. And that on Saturday he had had wonderful sex with a younger girl (I was right !!) just before we met. But he had been so hot for me all evening all the same, so that he could hardly keep his fingers from me.

Saying all this took of course much longer, and I was ever so pleased with what I heard: we both lusted after each other, we both felt so good in each other's company - I wanted him and he wanted me.

So I did something in the cinema I have not done for quite a while: I unzipped him and sucked him off right there and then, as there were not that many people who could notice. And at his place, later, he did all the things to me he had done the last time, and healed my pain, and added some more.

Once I woke up in the small hours of the morning, and I saw him sitting at his table under a little lamp, hacking away at the computer keyboard to write the report which was due in the morning. He was naked, his cock limp, his bare skin reflecting the lamplight. And before I fell asleep again in my deep exhaustion, I thought that this was certainly the most wonderful sight I had ever seen.

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Monday, November 14, 2005, 10:44:58 PM- Am I Crazy?

I took the bus to the place Phillip lives and I went to the bar, from where I could observe his house. I stayed for three hours, but I saw no one I knew. Then I went home. I drank some wine. I cried a little. I took myself a cyber-lover to alleviate my pain. Now I will sleep.

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Monday, November 14, 2005, 1:26:54 PM- Heavenly Music

Yesterday afternoon I traveled with my friends Elsi and Joerg in their car over to Zuerich, to visit a concert of some of our favourite musicians: Jan Garbarek and the Hilliard Ensemble. Four men with heavenly voices, and Garbarek improvising on his Saxaphone. The Grossmuenster Cathedral was all sold out, and the wonderful sounds filled the grand room and made me forget everything. Well, almost everything.

Later we drove home and although it took one and a half hours, we could speak of nothing else but the music and how it had touched our souls. We arrived minutes before midnight and decided to hop into their jacuzzi to finish the evening. So that's what we were enjoying while our insides still echoed the fabulous music we had heard earlier on.

And as I was sitting there naked in the bubbly water, suddenly the thought: who was that girl who had left the house Phillip lived in just minutes before he came out?

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Sunday, November 13, 2005, 12:22:59 PM- A Play

Of course I am way too early in the appointed bar; what could hold me at home? I ordered a drink and looked up at the house in which Philipp lives, in the top flat overlooking the roofs of the town. Ten to seven, seven o'clock, ten past. Then the front door opened - but it was not him, it was just a young woman, who was waving back at the house - to no one in particular, it seemed to me. She was in her early twenties, I thought, in a mini-skirt and black pullover as black as her long, wavy hair.

Then Philipp came. He kissed me - on both cheeks - I fininshed my drink and off we went in his car, to Bregenz, where we visited the play he had to write about for the Monday edition. It was very nice, I quite like Patick Süskind as an author, I loved his novel "The Perfume", and also his play was well made and entertaining. Philipp seems to be know to the theatre people - we were led to very good seats without tickets and before the performance started there were lots of people looking at me curiously. Philipp took notes now and then, in the break he introduced me to some pretty pompous people and in the end he drove me back to the place he lives.

I must admit, all evening I felt like having lost the ground under my feet - I was floating in the air, and my body was playing tricks on me. I felt shivers, I was hot at times as if my menopause was about to begin on that very day, I was so wet I was afraid it would show on my dress when I got up from my seat (it didn't yet). On the way home I was so horny I could hardly refrain from diving for his lap and digging out his object of my desire.

But instead of his flat, we went to the bar again, where he ordered drinks. And then we talked, about literature, Austrian art and its failures, travelling, philosophy. And it does not happen often, but I must admit: here was someone who could just better me at anything we were talking about. Such a memory for detail, such an amout of erudite learning, such a very sharp mind and power of judgement. I was totally fascinated, and we talked till midnight - forgetting all that had been before. Then he drove me home, kissed me goodbye - on both cheeks - and said I was very good company and if i cared I could accompany him to other events he had to go to professionally. And the he left.

Without a next date.
Without giving any peace to my aching body.
Without anything.

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Saturday, November 12, 2005, 10:23:20 AM- Here Comes the Sun

I woke up in a dense fog - inside my head because of the wine I had last night while I was musing about my life, what I have achieved so far and where I want to go. Even alpine flowers are bound to wither - and then? Although I feel it's still carefree summer I revel in, autumn may be just at hand -- usually the fruitful season. Yet what are the fruit of my life? Just brain children?

Outside, fog was wrapping up my house, the village, the world. I had to get out - so shortly after eight a.m. I put on my hiking boots and started to walk up the nearby mountain slope. After 45 minutes, I was greeted by the bright morning sun. I was leaving the sea of fog - only mountain tops were visible above it - and I felt so elated. I will meet Philip at a bar near his place tonight at 7 pm. - in eight hours. I don't know what is going to happen - but he will find me open for anything.

Back in the fog, I feel that with a mind full of brilliant sun, it is not difficult to bear.

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