Not many comments on my dream - I can understand this. I know it is strange, even embarrassing, and it makes me appear awkward. Ricobono, I wonder how many are like you who'd love to stand around me when reading.

"You have had Sister Hyde locked away in the dark recesses of your soul for quite some time. A while ago I noticed her tapping on the door but you chose to ignore her pleas. In the past week she has been beating furiously to get out and you can no longer ignore her demands. If you do not let her out soon she will eventualy escape and I fear the consequences. In the past week you have written of being bathed in cum three times. I know this is Sister Hyde. From those dark recesses your body is calling for something special and you know what it is", is what a good friend writes in his Private Message. How well he knows me. How easy I am to read. But it's good to be open somewhere - thanks NN.

I am alone for some days, as Phillip is reporting from the World Economic Forum in Davos again. On Sunday I will join him, it's end of term and winter break, but only for a week. Last year, there was Angela Jolie at the WEF, and I was joking about Phillip having the hots about her. This year there are hardly any stars there, he was in a press conference with Condoleezza, who might not have the same effect on him.

What might have an effect on him again, though, are the security chicks who seem to be everywhere. They are the hottest prey for horny journalists at such a meeting - well-trained and fit, and under tension all day, but usually don't know anyone and use sex as a very good means to wind down after their jobs - preferably with someone who stays at the same hotel. Last time he excitedly told me about doing it with a very pretty girl who was so strong she could have floored him easily. And she wasn't wearing anything but her holster with the loaded gun when he fucked her.

Be it as it may - it's a Forum and I hope the politicians do the same. Meanwhile I sign the students' mid-year reports and get things ready for next week. But tonight is Jacuzzi first, and I am looking forward to it.

Yes, my dreams - there is one which comes again and again, and I wake up in a sweat, but it's by far not the only wetness it brings about. Just to mention, I am much interested in dreams, I even for a time commented on people's dreams in the forum, you might find it with the search function, but it couldn't keep there long because of all the other more important contributions.

I am in a small, untidy and very dirty room. The ground is cold, slippery, wet, like in a toilet or a kitchen. I am naked, and around me there is a group of men; they are naked, too, with very strong, erect cocks. They are not unfriendly, not aggressive, but they all masturbate, and the all cum more or less at the same time. Their cum washes over me, and I fall to the side, and roll on the ground, in their cum and in all the dirt, my skin looks perfectly awful. But whenever some more cum hits me, I am seized by deep, never ending orgasms that send me to the ground once again. And then I wake up.

Just a little update on things: Elsie says she is really pregnant - and I am not (just for those who hoped with me that I might be). But I am not worried yet. Nature will take its due course - hopefully and keep your fingers crossed.

I am, however, a little worried for Elsie as she says she is not sure if the child is Joerg's. Desperate because he has succeeded in impregnating Kueken, but not her, she has started experimenting will other guys' cum. She made as certain as she could that some guys she did it with were healthy, and she only received one man's cum per month in order not to get too confused.

December had been Aldo's month - although without his knowledge. When he had been together with Elsie and me and finally cum all over us (you can find this in my blog). She had filled her lower regions with handfuls of his semen (and I had even watched this !). She had again had sex with him when she took the picture of his cock for my Polterabend. He had cum into a condom and she had squeezed it all into herself after he had left and lain on the ground for an hour with her feet on her bed (for direction). A clear case of Cum-Theft - nothing totally unknown since the woman who gave a famous German tennis star a blow job and inserted her pray. Today she lives comfortably with her daughter on the money she regularly receives. That's where Elsie had her idea from, she said, whereas I said that I thought she was just plain crazy, but that she could be sure I would not tell anyone (besides you, my dear readers and friends, but Elsie does not know you are part of my world).

Two boys and two girl were enjoying my warm wet cyberkiss - an interesting reaction indeed from which I am willing to learn.

As you notice I am back again, and it was lovely. Great blue skies yesterday and today, and nice snow although it had been raining all night Friday. It was good fun with the girls from the language department, a real hen-party you could call it, and my tummy muscles still ache I was laughing so much. And I got to know so much gossip about our school and all the people in and around it - I noticed that I was a little distracted lately because of more personal events.

Someone said for example she knew for certain that our Rosie was bisexual and only did it with guys for her career, but with women for her desires. She had been together with a woman at the place she had worked before and if we believed or not, the truth was that Rosie was totally submissive in a relationship.

We were in that little hotel I know well, which usually caters for singles, so I could enjoy the mixed nude Jacuzzi again and really had some good memories of yesteryears. I drew some interested looks and enjoyed them although I didn't react to them. But isn't is nice for a married woman to still feel desired? Phillip is not yet in, but he might arrive any moment - and he will know what I lack. So quickly under the shower and get myself ready for him.

If you're not hearing anything from me, it's not because I am badly, on the contrary: the snow is just too wonderful so I am going skiing till Sunday. Phillip is preparing his things for the WEF next week anyway - I am going with the girls (colleagues) from the language department (minus our Rosie!)

So feel kissed, my friends, if you have ever considered accepting a long wet kiss from me.

Some of my long time readers know that I sometimes have the feeling that my personality is different: that I am not quite myself and indivisible like most people who have a sane, monolithic nature - but that somewhere deep in me I have a darker, even bad side - particularly as far as sexuality is concerned. With reference to the famous story by R.L. Stevenson I call it "My Sister Hyde Side" - this strong subconscious part of me who revels in uncontrolled sexuality, enjoys rolling in any kind of dirt and scorns all social conventions.

At times Sister Hyde was very strong and taking me over ever so often. Lately I have not heard of her much - and yet I know she is here somewhere. My love for Phillip must have drugged her in some way - love is certainly the last thing she is after. I guess she is only sleeping in some rarely used corner: or why else would I dream these recurring dreams full of mindless fucking and streams of cum - which are certainly uncommon for a nice married girl like me?

Looking at the very popular blogs here at NN, I can't but wonder about the quantity and the quality of sexual experiences some sisters have - with multiple partners and almost constantly. Of course I admit that I had my wilder days, too, but nowadays so much has changed. Not that I want to complain, Phillip makes sure that I get my due share of sexual attention - but all the same, most of my days it's just work, work, work ...

Trudging through the snow to the bus-stop, traveling on the bus to my school, talking to colleagues, photocopying texts and exercises. Then standing in the classroom, teaching some classes, walking to the shops, and then riding back home with full grocery bags. What an ordinary and tedious life.

It wasn't quite yesterday, though, because on a whim I had decided in the morning to insert some love-balls to feel and train my pussy muscles a little. So I was carrying two shiny metal balls inside me all morning and part of the afternoon, feeling them all the time and moving them inside by contracting and loosening all the muscles needed.

So this made the day a little special after all - and it was fun that no-one knew what I was doing while I was talking to them, or teaching them, or buying their things.

Oh, Snork, how nice of you to remember me while being out and to think that I might be rather sensual than sensuous. This is so sweet, I'd love to kiss you for it. It's so good to have friends.
The party last night was ok, I just hadn't expected that Rosie might be there, which she was. Phillip finds her able and perfectly sweet; I should have known this. While talking to Phillip, she did not only appear to admire him but was soft and very female - the same woman, who had terrorized my older colleagues in the first meeting by off-handedly dropping that she thought the average age in the language department was much to high and she would see to that, was now purring and even appeared the little bit clumsy guys fall for: a halter slipping over her shoulder unnoticed, or she'd stumble a tiny bit in her heels when fetching a drink. What an actress she is - it's certainly how she dazzled old shithead who gave her the job.

So I didn't wonder when Phillip laughed at me on the way home and asked if he detected a bit of jealousy there that I was so unforgiving. And the more I was arguing why I thought she was a xxxxx, the more I awakened Phillip's curiosity, so I better shut up and was quiet for the rest of the drive. But in bed he said the three of us would look rather pretty here, and I almost said I had a headche - but why not do it with him when I like it so much - so I forgave him quickly.

Back from town - where big heavy snowflakes were falling in the openair market this morning and I looked a little off without my winterboots, but it was so nice and sunny yesterday afternoon. I saw Tanja pushing her pram through the crowd and exchanged a few superficial words with her, Aldo said stortly hello and flashed his big Italian smile at me, while I was talking to Veronika, Traudl the Elf's girl-friend, for some time.

And I thought how awkward it was that I had had a sexual relationship to each of them at one time or another, and how close the experiences still were, even now in the falling snow: Tanja's scents still on my tongue, or the feeling of Aldo's massive cock inside me, or Veronika stroking my hair as I savour Traudl's pussy - her fantastic taste of milk and honey - the best I have ever tasted in my life.

So as I was carrying my groceries from the market square to the bus stop, there were only my feet cold, while my insides were pretty much ablaze with so much recollection.

Elsie and I had almost undressed last night and were just in our panties, eager to remove them too and dip into the waiting Jacuzzi, when she excitedly pointed to her tummy and said: "Alpina, I think I am pregnant."

Now this was a surprise and I hugged and kissed her warmly, and expressed how happy I was for her - only then she told me that she has not had a pregnancy test yet but that she hadn't menstruated in the middle of December and she just thought she could feel it. Anyway, I was the very first person to know - and if it worked, she was the happiest of people. Well, maybe I hugged her prematurely, but then hugging Elsie is always nice, and I would be very happy for them if their dream came true - although it gave me a little pang - un-pregnant as I am.

I have mentioned before that my closest friends Joerg and Elsie have tried for a long time to have a child - but finally settled with the thought that this was not possible for them, or rather for Elsie, as Joerg has fathered a child meanwhile - little Nico, the son of Elsie's colleague and their boarder for a time. And now this - how lovely. Maybe if it worked with me, we could push our prams in unison, of even look after each others kids when still working.

So we opened a bottle of Champagne and celebrated a little, and drank to each others wombs - we two nudies in the warm bubbly water, in the sub zero cold night with a sky full of stars over us. And we were so cheerful, although I urged Elsie to go and take a test before we open a second bottle.