sorry i never got to conclude my Vienna adventure. I've been down with a bad cold, still recovering although i managed to get a shag in the middle of it. yes the same guy from some weeks ago. anyway, im feeling rather depleted, someone told me sex definitely gets rid of flu/colds...not quite but the healing process is definitely fun.

It seems i am at that time again when men of all sorts come out of the woodworks. I was acoosted by a guy on my way to buy ginger and other cold busting remedies. Im pretty sure i looked like hell because i sure felt like it, i could barely speak at the time and he asked for my number. I agve it to him. He rang twice, sounds sane enough but he will lose interest as I dont seem to have the time to see him.

The american boy who chased my friend's for my number turned out to be a wanker. never turned up, gave stupid excuses about traffic the first time and then some cobblers about playing netball the next. I dispatched him to the nearest hell...in so many words!

The slave begged me to have a drink with him. he was ever so grateful, afterwards he phoned me begging to come in for coffeee. what??? i told him to go to sleep.

Vienna: to cut the long story short: I didnt shag him. I guess I am a good girl at heart. I did lie to him when we went to the zoo and told him I wasnt wearing knickers. He spend the whole day pre-occupied with the state of my pussy. he kept asking if it was warm enough(it was a slightly chilly day and i was wearing a dress). This amused me because i think it was turning him on. I never put him out of his misery, he keeps emailing asking if my pussy is as beautiful as my boobs wbhich he still thinks about. Indeed it is, i told him, i said if he'd asked i might have let him have a peek. Arent i bad!

Now i need to recover and start blogging properly again.
cheerio

Having spent the afternoon being hydro-vibro-massaged at the spa, we went home, cnaged again and went out to dinner. i tucked into some ribs and fries, had a couple of mojitos(he was still drinking lemon tea and shots of brandy to deal with his cold). personally i thought he was just being a big baby. There was a band who were performing songs by Elvis. they had the right hair cuts, the right accents and their voices werent bad. It sounded funny to me when they sang in their American twangs and then said "danke schon!" after each song. WE sat right near the stage and the whole atmosphere was great. I kept asking him when we were going to the "disco" and was surprised to find out clubbing started at midnight there.

We went to a fair afterwards and took one of those speedy horrible rides after going into a "jack the ripper house of horrors". I screamed. a lot. Particularly when the lift was hurtling up and things were dropping in, lights going out then then being suspended mid-ride. It was all in good fun though. Getting home around 11pm, i put on the "war paint" and put on my little black dress as I had promised him. OOh how he loved it. Cleavage, make up and my telling him i wasnt going with knickers on must have brought him close to the edge!. I'm sure he wanted to check and make sure i was bare but i wasn't gonna let him. sometimes one's imagination is more potent than actual information.

Anyway, we got the club, and it had changed a lot from the last time he'd been there. Let's just say a lot of the men couldn't exactly admire me as they were too busy admiring each other. I did get a couple of appreciative glances and hellos but that was all. I must be getting old because by 2am i felt like i was falling asleep on the dance floor. We left half and hour later got back to his flat, but then he started panicking about having to spend the night at Frankie's place since she was expecting him to. Basically they've been together 2yrs, his first relationship at 43yrs. She is a bit controlling, wont even give him a a key to her place but she had to this time since she was away and he couldnt play with me...or so she thought

So i said goodbye, he wanted to kiss me, i offered him both my cheecks and a little hug and waved him off. He didnt sleep the whole night as he told me. Not my fault i said!!

Real fun

When he came in the follwing morning, i was still in my PJs.We had breakfast while he read the tabloids and we saw the equivalent of a page3 girl there. I thought her tits were fake, he disagreed as he had felt fake tits in a strip club in Hungary before. I still think they were fake. Later on after my shower I put on this push up I got at a market in Italy for 2euro. Good bargain for a la perla and no it wasnt a knock off. Anyway it gave my bust a real boost and a friend happened to ring while i was strugglinh to zip up my dress. He knocked on the door, i let him enter with my top half still exposed. He said my boobs looked fake and so I told him to come and feel them. I instructed him to close his eyes, but he said he still wasnt sure.So i unhooked my bra and let him fondle my right boob. he opened his eys and i rebuked him. He closed them immediately again. I have to say as soon as he touched them I felt myself go warm "downstairs. That was totally unexpected. After a few seconds I told him he'd felt enough and he could go. That set the tone for the whole day as we continued flirting.I was "warm" for most of the day. I had on a white dress which i imagine makes me look a bit like non-virgin Mary:p.

We went around the city, flirting the whole day and when we went home later in the evening, he confessed he didnt think he would be able to sleep again. What i didn't realise was that he was sooo turned on that he really wanted to shag Frau Frankie that evening.Well, i guess shag me thru her. She said no. She was mad because for the first time in their relationship, he was having fun on his own terms and he'd actually gone out without her even though she goes away once a month alone with a friend to dance all night with a guy and ogle other men or do something. I dont understand it but hey, who is asking?!Maybe she sensed his attarction to me i don't know.

I felt rather naughty that night since he'd left his laptop on for me and showed me some porn website he visits sometimes(i was sitting on his lap at his insistence then), after he left i looked at some porn and had a jolly good wank after. I decided to up the tempo the following day by wearing a yellow summer dress without a bra, that gives me a great cleavage and is a bit see thru. I also told him i'd shared what had happened with a friend and the friend had dared me to let him touch my boobs again since it had turned me on. After my shower, i went past the kicthen(where he was cooking us a lunch) starkers and asked him some inane question and moved on to dress.

After i'd put on the dress, he told me he thought i should keep my promise to my friend about letting him touch my boobs. So I let my dress drop at the top(was still wearing jeans underneath) and let him touch them.he seemed to be afraid to touch them and i told him they weren't fragile he didnt have to be so tentative. Then he pecked each one and i thought"you've got a long way to go my brother!". he turned me round and sat me on his lap and continued and when i tried to break free and didn't let go. So there we were going around his sitting room with his hands glued to my boobs:D. he let go eventually and we were able to go out...

I slept like a log that first night, he instructed me to sleep on the left side of the bed and i thought that was a bit weird. it turned out the only bedside lamp was on the left:p. He finished work early and i was already showered and dressed when he came in at noon. Still a bit nervous it seemed but we thrashed out a plan to go some media centere and just take it slowly that day. I found their underground system to be very effecient and never crowded. I guess Vienna has about a third of London's population. The streets were also clean and people were staring at me. No, i mean staring, men and women alike. Maybe they could see I was a stranger, i rather suspect it was the huge colourful earrings I was wearing.Gerald had a cold and like most men, it seemed to be the end of the world, I dont know how many lemon or echinaecia teas he consumed, whislt wearing a heavy coat and a scarf that I bought him. I was panting as we went from place to place, ending up at a palace where Herr Hitler used to give his speeches. i took a picture of that balcony. Eventually we had to go indoors as it was slightly nippy and have yet more tea and something to eat. lunch at 4pm. I aopted for a risotto, he had some kind of strudel and my risotto was very sour. we thought it might have been the cheese. On the up side, the waiter was rather cute and spoke to me in English. I balked when he called me madam.I much rather prefer "Miss"!

He got into a slight panic that night because it was just after 9pm and he was supposed to be at his girlfriend's whom i shall refer to as "frau Farnkie" at the time. He didnt take the present I had bought for her, a beautiful pashmina, and some fudge for both of them. That made me ponder a bit but i let it go. We were going to a spa the following day so i had to worry about mowing any grass that needed mowing and other beauty thing women struggle through

I must have overslept because he knocked on the door(his own apartment) some 5minutes after i'd got up in my tiny weensy pajamas and he was momentarily floored. I thnk i kew then, that he definitely fancied me and I decided then that i would have a bit of fun with that knowledge. Point one: making coffe, i made sure i was standing on tip-toes with my butt jutting out a bit to take down mugs and everything, and i worked around him like it was the most normal thing. Credit to him, he behaved normally and we contunued to chat sitting across form each other in the kitchen and breakfasted together.

The Spa

Great place, having chnaged into the bikini, i met gerald in the hall and for some reason i felt completely naked. thinking about hips and thighs and bum but hell there were people of all ages and all sizes and i didnt have to worry! We started with the hydrotherapy and it was wonderful. Being massaged by water in all places is a wonderful feeling. I felt all the tension leave me.Alsmost immediately in the pool a rather good-looking guy started stealing furtive glances so i looked back and smiled. He gave me his mega smile in return:p. Meanwhile i was playing footsie with gerald at the same time poiting out how my gaining some weight had given me some boobs(talk about stating the obvious). Of course he stared and we had a giggle and i was touching him to emphasise points but keeping my eye on the God next to me. Unfortunatly the guy dint say anything other than smile a lot, maybe he though gerald was my boyfriend which he could have been given our body language and then G felt bad because he thought he was jeorpadising my chances with this guy.

Shock and horror later, the guy turns up at another much warmer pool with a little girl perched on his shoulders! We wondered if it was the same guy and whether he was married. he didnt smile this time so i totally ignored him and then a woman appeared on the side of the pool. We reckoned she was a wife or girlfriend. Bastard! G being sensitive kept being apologetic because he "really wanted things to work out for me". I said to him: smiling at a guy in a pool at a spa when you are on holiday means nothing. He has a lot to learn this man.

He asked if i wanted to go into the sauna later, pointing out that it is a mixed sauna and everyone goes naked there, even telling about a 20yr old who last year, made sure she parted her legs so the three guys in the room could check out her fanny and then promptly closing them when another woman came in. They loved it of course! I was slightly bewildered and i didn't want to seem a prude. Also, there was frisson of...something in the air and betwen us and I didnt think it would be such a great idea for both of us to be naked in a sauna. Somehow, the line of innocence had innocently been crossed. he was goading me, telling i should atleast try something "austrian" and I told him It would have been ok if it wasnt him, that for some reason, i dont see how we can look at each other and chat normally after being naked together albeit with other people. In the end we were saved from making the decision because we got out of the pool after the session had started. the next one was after 45mins anhd we had to go home, get ready to go out for dinner and then some dancing much much later.

Oh....Faru Frankie was away overnight and so he had a chance to have some fun. He did. we both did.

more later....:D

A girl i know has just been howling like a hyena. i rather suspected someone might be dead as i dont know how someone can be so anguished unles there is news of death. I was right, two of her friends calmed her down a bit and i asked her what happened. Her mother died. She lives abroad. I can't imagine anything worse than ebing told your mother has died over the phone. Atleast I got to see mine before she died. I think she is still in shock.

I feel upset now. I told her i was sorry but what more can i say? those words are never enough. I hugged her as well. She's like a zombie. She knows my mother is dead and and i can understand to some extent how she feels but i can never claim to know. All i know is the worst is coming for her and i hope she will have support to deal with the aftermath. She is an oly child and "best friends" with her mother.
sad. reallt sad. I know it's part of life but it's still sad.

oh, the mother had the flu???!!

What a beautiful city! What a wonderful time. I wished my holiday would go on and on forever. To get to relax so totally and have a bit of fun was a first in a very very long time for me.Mind you, it started off horribly. I missed my plane in the morning(last thursday) because it seemed everyone was on an early flight plus security at Stansted was unusually tedious. Seeing how my day started at 2am in order to get the 6:60am flight, you might understand how pissed off i was. They detained me for a bit because tey were doing "a moisture test" on my clear plastic baG WITH LIQUIDS. bY LIQUIDS I AM REFERRING TO MASCARA, A COUPLE OF LIPSTICKS and a small tub of moisturiser. I couldnt leave them behind as they had my coat and mobile in their stupid dirty baskets.

I knew i was hoping for a non-existent miracle when i ran to the gate, making woman with babies part with their prams in a bid to let me get there faster. I heard them make one final announcement, when i got there, the awfully smug little man told me i'd missed it. All that running and lack of sleep made me momentarily feel like attacking this bastard and threatening violence to the security people!!

I had to buy another ticket for the evening, at 3 times the price of the first one. I now hate Ryanair completely and i feel justified so don't argue. How dare the secruty guy says my bag is over the limit? their scales clearly do not work the same way, kinda like bathroom scales. Anyway, the evening flight was delayed, they made us put our shoes thru a machine and i bitched about picking up germs on a dirty a filthy carpet.

I eventually arrived in Austria at 1am. My friend picked me up from the slovakian airport(i am bver going back to slovakia...EVER!). Awful bitch there. Gerald, my friend, was happy to see me and he wanted to explain how everything worked in the flat before dashing out to his girlfriend's flat. He was really late and he was goona get a good bollocking. He did. It turns out he could have stayed at the flat but he couldnt trust himself to be in the same house as me without getting crazy "downstairs". perhaps madam had sensed this.

He came back to the flat in the morning and so my fun started.
more later