"After reading about the two cases of women being kept in cellars in Austria, I wonder about the young student you had who was having problems communicating - maybe that girl had some sort of a kinky relationship, too".

It's so good of you, D., to remember Annette, who we called Ambitions Annette because of her eagerness to learn. I have not heard of her for some time, and you are right, people should not be forgotten like this - you never know what kind of life they have. I remember that you even offered to write her if I gave you her address, which was a lovely thought; on the other hand I was glad that you understood that this was impossible for a number of reasons.

The last time I saw her was already quite some time ago. She was wearing a headscarf and pushing a pram, but it did not look as if it was her own child. There were some other children with her and it seemed she was looking after them. As far as I know her family is very religious and they feared some bad influence in our school. So they sent her to work with a family from their community, who would look that no further evil could touch her.

Is Annette threatened by a kinky relationship? Certainly not like the other women who were locked into the cellars and sexually abused. But on the other hand - how kinky is what happens to her in her religious home, where her sexuality is repressed and one could doubtlessly say that her mind is abused?

Welcome to my blog, brasstacks - there are so few comments with my little texts lately that I can greet each new visitor with a handshake or a kiss. So thanks a lot for showing that you were here.

I have written a lot about illness and changes lately, and about unpleasant things at school, and one might have deduced that my libido seems to have suffered from all this - not forgetting my pregnancy, which might have a similar effect. For all those who were fearing for me, here is the good news: For reasons unclear to me, my libido rather got a boost lately - it's rocketing into the sky, and there seems no limit.

Something seems to go on with my body - there are changes in me, and one is that I am almost continually excited. I would not admit to the whole world, of course - Phillip has noticed and given me the right answer - and Helene disregards the tell-tale noises with a knowing smile. But even when I am at my computer innocently and see one or the other picture, or cam, or read some words - I physically react and there is a longing in me that can only be stilled in one place.

It is as if someone had accidentally switched on a bright light - and this is now burning ....

I have decided only to chat with people on yahoo messenger when they have read some of my blog, so that we have a common basis for conversation. I must admit it always excites me when I know that someone reads something which I have written. If I became an author I would maybe want to sleep with my readers. This would be a good promotion argument - some kind of a double-feature: read & fuck me, please.

I am online with one of my cherished readers.
"You fuck your husband's boss. Naughty."
I try to explain that it's not that easy, that it's all different and quite a long story, but that I didn't.
"Will your husband kill you when he finds out?"
I try to explain that we are not physically possessive, and we really didn't.
"But his boss licked your pussy afterwards?"
I try to explain that he just put his hand there, but that this was something which had a long story, too, and which was rather a gesture of appeciation and tenderness.
"But then he fucked you?"

After thinking twice, it seems that personal contact with my readers is not such a good idea after all - whatever the excitement may be.

That is quite an interesting question, and I dreaded the answer for some time. But Phillip phoned his mother and told her, and a little later I got a call from her, and she was quite civil, even pleased. I have mentioned her reluctance to accept me before, because she thought her son was born for someone better than me, and she really expected me at some time to step out of his way in order not to keep him from a brilliant future. She always dreamed of him marrying someone prominent, some daughter of an important CEO or a politician, of a marriage that would be reported about in the papers and glossy magazines.

But she is of traditional stock - with a strong support for her son in all situations. Now it's me, now she will do everything possible that all is going to be well with Phillip's son. So she offered me her advice and even her help, she even said she would come here and do chores if I didn't feel well. I lied a little when I said there was a woman from the neighbourhood who I had employed to help a few times a week. I could have told her that Helene also shares her son's and my bed - but why shock her? So all is fine with my in-laws for the moment, and I hope it stays that way.

It had been rainy all afternoon, but then the clouds retreated and it became a splendid evening. The catering people carried all the chairs and tables outside again and put up the paper lanterns, the food was exquisite and the whole atmophere exciting and familiar at the same time. I think it does not often happen nowadays that the owner of a firm considers all his staff to be some kind of family, in who he takes a real interest. In exchange the staff do their best to do good work, and so all profit from this special, old-fashioned relationship.

I could be so proud of Phillip again - in the last year, after his time as a correspondent in London, he has been very close to the Editor and done a lot for him, and his position in the firm has been considerably strengthened, so that he is one of the top junior executives now and a member of the board. In his speech the Editor called him again very promising, and he also mentioned his - our - marriage, and that he had heard we were already expecting a baby. We were called to the platform, and I was given a great bouquet of flowers, and while the people cheered and I was blushing, the Editor kissed both my cheeks. People will have thought he was congratulating me when he said a few words in private, but what he said was, "You know which part of you I'd love to kiss now." The good old man - no-one had the slightest idea how well he knows me.

There I was, everyone looking at me, smilng, blushing and immensely proud, with Phillip at my side, who was all smiles, too, shaking his boss's hand, and then also kissing my cheek, whispering, "You don't know how sexy you are without your panties."

Then the party went on. It was so good to be in the center of attention for a little while, after some harder times, and I am very glad that Phillip is so happy in his professional life.

I reported here about my thrombosis and my compression stockings, and I am wearing them pretty all the time. But tonight I will not do what the doctors told me - I will defy all good advice and risk negative consequences, because tonight is the Editor's summer party (earlier that in other years) and I am going to wear something nice and pleasing.

I tried several things, with trousers and all, or a very long dress, I even went to the shops and had a look, but there was nothing I really liked. So I have finally decided to wear my little black dress again, just with more moderate heels which are better for my feet. I went for a walk yesterday without stockings and my legs and feet were only a little swollen and didn't look too disproportionate.

So I will be dressed to kill tonight - the way Phillip loves me best and he has already made some suggestions of what to leave off. It excites him so much when he know there are no panties. What I will also wear is my beautiful gold chain - and my long-time readers will exactly know why.

When I went swimmming in my pool early this morning, there was a big green frog who was looking at me quizzically. He must have gone for a little leap in the rain last night and landed in my garden. Here we were, the two of us. You couldn't really say that we were swimming together, but it seemed he was mustering me in his froggy way. I was almost sure he was a Prince turned into this by something evil, but I didn't really want to kiss him for fear of complications. What was I supposed to do with a Prince? There is no room for another in my life just now. He seemed a little sorry I didn't, you could assume he had met naked women before and certainly thought it a missed chance. I just caught him in a net and rescued him out of the pool: he wouldn't have survived the chlorine long, in case he had decided to wait if I would reconsider my decision. I put him down on the edge of the big meadow, and if there was not a cat getting him, he is still in search of a kiss.

Thank God Phillip is beginning to handle me again the way a man usually handles a woman when his instincts take over and he wants sex from her. Which is determined, and single-minded, and a little rough to get exactly what his excited senses signal him, and to get it now, and good. For a time, he made love to me as if he drank his beer out one of my very expensive and fragile Ritzenhoff Champagne glasses which, because of all the care, is certainly not as good as drinking it straight from the cheap and original bottle. I said "he made love to me" on purpose, because this is what he did, and now he has come back to fucking me, and it is much better that way.

When he came home last night, Helene and I had dressed as sluts again (we hadn't done it for some time) and said the escort service had sent us, and we were at his disposition. We had to laugh so much, we almost wet ourselves. But he played along, talking dirty to us and asking us all kinds of kinky favors, and fucked us really rough, so that we finally collapsed on the bed exhausted and didn't even eat the snacks we had prepared.

So we are back to normal, and it's so good not to be treated like a raw egg all the time.

No-one thought my daughter is lovely - well, this is the fate of every mother, who is afraid that her children do not please others as much as herself. But look at her lovely eyes - they will be green - and does she not have such a high forehead - she will be intelligent. And love music, because I turn on some Mozart and Haydn more often than I used to in the past. And a lot of blues. And I sing to her and tell her stories about who she will be meeting soon. I also have my sane moments, of course, but I am still very much overwhelmed by the wonders of nature.

PS: Having finished this, I read your comment, Monstertruck, and I am so happy that I must almost cry.

After getting almost too much sun and having finished today's workload, I am back at my computer doing nothing in particular, which often means I look at whatever comes to my mind. This is what I found: a picture of my daughter. Hasn't she the clear potential to become really wonderful? Choose for yourself ....