The last day of my short holidays: sunshine and rain fight for dominance, and I ought to do some preparation for next week, but don't feel much like it. I slept quite long, then sat over my newspaper for some time and had three cups of milk-coffee. In between I was watching the ski world championships which are presently taking place in Sweden, but neither our boys nor our girls were really good in their downhill races - at least not as good as they used to be in other winters. Since I got up I have just been in my panties and a spaghetti top, unkempt, and I guess it's one of these days I'll be alone all day and so I won't change into anything more mundane.

Sometimes it's quite hard to spend a whole day without talking to anyone. I then make sure that there is some music on, or the televison. Today I activated my turntable to listen to some of my dad's old vinyl records. I put on some "Emerson, Lake and Palmer" and "Leonard Cohen", but he just made me melancholy. I was lying on my bed very quietly, the rain was knocking rhythmically against the window panes. Nothing moved, besides the old black disc from which a pointy needle was scratching out tunes.

I looked down my body: far away two sets of toes which pleasantly wiggle if I give them the impulse to do so. My naked legs seem short from this perspective, round smooth hills with some distant mounds of knees above them. Between the thighs my Mons Venus, pubic bone under a thin layer of flesh, iced with a fleece of soft curly hair. Now all this is covered with some tight soft cotton panties, but as the fabric is so thin I can see the structure of the hair underneath. I press it down with one finger, but it just yields for a second and then rises again.

A wide crescent of tummy between my shirt and the elastic hem of my panties, soft warm material, too rounded for my taste, but it's certainly the perspective which makes it appear too full. I hold my breath and suck in my stomach - much better. Some unruly hairs have found their way out of the elastic. I make a mental note that it is time for a trim - then I breathe again.

This makes my skimpy black shirt move, and so do my breast hills, which appear big from this angle. The shirt flattens them a little, but the nipples stand clearly visible. They have grown since I started to contemplate my body; and I cannot only see them, but in a different dimension also feel them. Then my cleavage: when I contract my breast muscles and suck in my tummy at the same time, I can see light at the end of the tunnel ... I don't keep my eyes on it too long, though, as I see every pore and freckle on my decolletée from this distance. There are some things one should not consider too closely ...

A quiet day, some rain and some vintage music. And I am lying there, doing nothing, taking up the topography of my very own landscape.

How very selfish not to tell that I was not in a road-accident on that fateful night as the bad weather might have suggested - fortunately some very perceptive friends noticed that I had logged on next morning. I had even typed a text, but deleted it again, because I found no words then which I thought appropriate to my situation. This morning I read the wonderfully touching text which Gio dedicated to me. I have to admit it made me cry a little, I was overwhelmed by so many positive emotions. In a differently structured world, I am sure Gio and I could be really true lovers.

"I sincerely hope that the selfish idiot - who did what he did - will have done you no harm nor xxxxxx you to take drastic preventative measures. If these sessions can incur such risks perhaps it is time to tell Aldo they are over", one of my very dear friends wrote in his message this morning. I have planned to tell Aldo exactly this - the risk is just too big, and more than that: the measures to make sure I didn't get pregnant were so unpleasant, even humiliating, that I don't want to get through this ever again. For an AIDS-test to be absolutely sure that I am well, I have to wait for three months - it will be in time before Phillip finishes his year abroad, but still - it's like the mythical Sword of Damocles hanging over my head: ever ready to fall and cut me into pieces.

But let's look at the positive things: I have had my period in the last few days, a few painful days late though, but it arrived all the same. So I feel my spirits rise, and also my body is recovering from the shock, or I would not have felt so horny this morning when I woke from my sleep - and not have been yearning to be touched ever so badly ...

Back from a few days in the sun, skiing a little, trying to find my poise. Trying to sort out this and that. I admit: one option was to never come back here. But then I returned to my house last night, and all was familiar, and strange at the same time, but I have xxxxxx myself to go back to my routines. That is when I decided to turn on NN again. And I saw that some people were genuinely worried about me.

There is no need to worry: I am unharmed. Maybe better: I am outwardly unharmed. Because on that Friday night when we went to the swinger's club, something happened which made me very unhappy and at times almost despair. Gladly I had some holidays this week and so I could have a change and get over it as much as I could.

What happened was this: Some of you might remember what strong desires make me consent to going to the club again and again. It was towards the end of the evening, I was lying on this table-like thing on my back, completely lost in my lust. There were moans around me, and people frantically trying to climax on me or in me. Not so far away I heard Elsie shout with lust; Aldo must have caught up with her and give her what she desired most. I was so pleased for Elsie. And also pleased for myself, as I gave in to another cock who had found me and made my body resonate with the universe - - when I suddenly felt something hot gush into me, and when I opened my eyes with horror, there was a guy standing over me, his face torn with his recent orgasm, his cock still deep inside me, and between his fingers there was a used condom dangling which he had deliberately taken off before cumming unprotected deep into my equally unprotected insides.

But more of this maybe tomorrow.

How wonderful it might be to hug you both, my loves. Thanks so much for your comments. This is Sister Hyde blogging, my friends, sweet-tempered Alpina has not been around much in the last two days, or only for moments. She has released me, the Essence of her Juices, which Stem from deep in between her Legs, her Sister Hyde side, full of irresponsible lust, and out to get fucked tonight.

Do not fear, I will make sure that she will get her fill, as she lies on her customary device naked, almost stunned with desire, waiting to be assailed by random eager hands, tongues and cocks. Oh how she will roll uncontrollably in the dirt of lust.

In some minutes we will leave in Aldo's car - I am already in my club panties, my friends. O I wish you could see me in them. It's freezing and it has been snowing, but I hope the roads are clear and all's going to be fine. Then there is nothing at all anymore between wonderfully large-cocked Aldo, pussy-watering eager Elsie, your humble horny Alpina and sheer lust ....

What a contrast - me in the theatre room of our school, in the midst of my students, giving orders and advice, interpreting the text and helping them to understand, until I almost drop with fatigue when the day draws to an end.

And then me on the phone, later, chatting with Elsie, giggling like crazy teenagers, both horny as hell, discussing tomorrow evening and Aldo's remarkable physical assets - two girls eager to get laid, and I am one of them .... !!!

I must admit that when Elsie phoned today to ask about particulars for Friday in the club, I allowed myself to get infected by her overbearing enthusiasm. At times she sounded like a little girl two days before Christmas Eve. I could tell her that Aldo had reacted very positively to my sudden news that she was coming with us, he was having the best of memories of her. He kept repeating that it had been a special pleasure to feel his penis in her willing pussy and that he was eagerly looking forward to a lot more of the same.

Of course she wanted to know what to wear and I told her she didn't need much. We finally agreed to dress twin sister style, which means that I am going to lend her one of my customary tight black cotton thongs. I told her I was also doing my nails and use rather much perfume, and she said she would do the same if her hands were not shaking too much.

To avoid a lot of difficult explanations I didn't tell her that we will actually be four people travelling over there: that I am taking along my dark Sister Hyde, who is gettting the better of me more and more, the closer Friday comes. She is already wriggling with lust and cannot take her fingers from my soft spots whenever there is a private minute, so that I seem to melt from the insides. Oh how much she yearns to be taken - again and again, and from any possible thinkable side ....

It has finally started to snow. Now winter is coming after all. It's about time. When I came back from school after six it was already dark, and the rain was just turning into snow flakes. I lit a fire and warmed some food, and then I started to do some work for my drama job tomorrow, but after eight there was suddenly a ring at my front door. When I opened it was Elsie and she was crying and looking very upset. I invited her in and made her some coffee.

What had happened was this: when she came home tonight after seven from some staff meeting which had ended much sooner than she had expected, she found Joerg on top of Kueken "fucking her mind out" - althought I very much doubt there is much to fuck out if you ask me. Elsie seems to have stormed into the bedroom at once to make an end to this, when she was told that they had missed her, but just thought they would start without her and now she should not act funny and come to bed, too.

It seems that Elsie was so offended and angry that she left the house at once and came over to me. I noticed that if she had had the time, she would have travelled to her sister again and left Joerg for some time - it had happened before. But this is impossible this time; she has to work in the morning.

I helped her to calm down, but I could not give her much advice, and I wasn't too sorry, either. It is a logic consequence of what they have begun, it has been a game without rules from the start and so I am not overly surprised. That is what I told her and she agreed it was maybe her fault, too, but she was hurt all the same.

I am not so sure that what I spontaneously did next was such a good idea after all, but I invited her to come along with Aldo and me to the swingers club on Friday. For Aldo it will certainly be a kick to arrive there with two women, and for Elise it is a new experience to further explore her sexual self. She didn't hesitate a moment to accept, and I could feel that she was thrilled, and when she went home after 10 she was already happily smiling again. Oh well, you will be the first to hear of it.

I sometimes wonder why I cannot live in peace and have to organize events like this school drama project. All week we are working at it, from 8 in the morning till 5 in the afternoon, just with a short lunch break. And now in the evening I am rewriting text and thinking about tomorrow and how we can achieve the best dramatic effects. It's so hard to motivate our kids, they are basically good-natured and eager, but frustrated so easily. They are not used to creative work, and to how long it can take to find the best ideas. From school they are used that the first thought they have is already their final result - so if they come up with something and it cannot be realized at once, they feel repelled and even offended, which can be pretty tedious. This week, I have hardly any leisure time, but I hope our performance, which is at the end of March, is going to be a success.

I admit I had thought I would be alone with the Editor again; I dressed carefully and put on the black thongs he likes to see me in and the gold chain which he gave me as a present. I decided to consent to whatever he would love me to do and to enjoy whatever was his wish to do to me. Travelling there I imagined his knowing hands on my body, which made me very wet.

Thus you can imagine that I was surprised if not disappointed when I noticed that I was not the only guest by far - there were quite a number of people standing around with drinks in their hands; they seemed to know each other and were talking vividly. Even bigger was my surprise when I noticed who the guests were when the Editor introduced me to each: most of them I knew from television or the newspapers. They were all artists, or writers, two or three actors and the director of a regional theater. I was told that once a year the Editor gave a dinner for a selected number of arts people, and to all of them I was introduced. The Editor said I was a close friend and called me promising on more than one occasion, and all the famous people were very nice to me and let me participate in their conversations or asked me what I was doing.

The Editor made sure that I was never standing alone, and during dinner I was sitting between him and the director of the theatre. From what I heard I could deduce that the Editor supports the theatre with a considerable sum, and when the Editor told the theatre director that I was in charge of a big drama project at my school, he was so enthusiastic that I certainly blushed with pride, and he promised me some professional support if I liked some.

So the evening was very different from what I had thought, but it was wonderful all the same, I have met and actually talked to some very prominent people who were so nice to me as if I was one of them.

Sometimes I am a little scared of Saturdays. I wake up in the morning and I have nothing particular to do. Nobody expects me, and if I died on the spot, it would take until Monday until anyone would find me. I'd be stiff and the insects would have started their feast. Or if I fell down the stairs, I would be calling for help in vain. So then I quickly write my shopping list and leave for town, where I often meet someone I know. It's what I am going to do in a few minutes, as soon as I am dressed and presentable to the world, which includes a little more than just my panties like now. So it's time to have a shower and then be on my way.

Tomorrow, however, I will not be lonely. The second letter I got was an invitation to dinner at the Editor's house in the mountains. I have accepted it with pleasure, I am so glad to see him again.