Alpina's blog post - 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.