Well, sluttysubbyboy, our first venture into exercise didn't exactly increase our libido, as you foretold us, we had to laugh too much for that, but maybe it will come with time. Today we went to a place which is frequented mainly by younger people, with a trendy name and all done in glass and stainless steel. Already when we came in I noticed that the clothes I had taken along to put on for training were a little out of style. We were both wearing long, loose pants and long sleeved shirts, Elsie in grey and I in black. That's what we put on when we sometimes go jogging.

Fortunately we were not the oldest people there. Actually there were some close to 50, who desperately tried to look half their age: muscle-packed guys in undershirts, and some very sun-tanned, very blond older girls who were still surprisingly slim and flexible - but who could still not hide their age when seen from close quarters.

Everybody was on very familiar terms, some were sitting at the fruit juice bar chatting, while others were flexing their beautiful, fit bodies in their tight leotards. Some were wearing some brightly coloured thongs over their dresses and their spaghetti tops were all cut adventurously low. The guys were all lifting very heavy weights; they usually looked around before adding some more kilograms to be sure they were seen - and when they lifted their loads, they groaned as if they had been struck by instant orgasms. Then their muscles tightened ever so nicely, their well-shaped buttocks stood out under their short pants - and Elsie and I had to make sure we both saw what we enjoyed a lot seeing.

The young guy who showed us what programme we could do on all the fitness machines didn't try very hard to explain - I guess he was sure these two strange birds would not arrive again. Elsie and I had to giggle a lot - about our own clumsiness as much as about some of the people present. Finally we took a shower and almost laughed our heads off about one of the particularly haughty ladies who was showering in her bathing suit. Instead of a drink at the fruit juice bar, we needed something stronger. Unfortunately we ended up in a café and ate a lot of icecream with about twice as many calories as we had lost the hour before. Like that, we will never ever be mistaken for models .....

PS: Angelika phoned from Vienna and said Jean-Baptiste was having another concert in our region and if I didn't want to meet him at the weekend. Oh oh !!!!

"In your last blog you are for the first time a bit sad, that is what I feel. Sure you had a fast moving summer with loads of activities and wild sexual experiences. If you are in need of any cock, I'll be there for you anytime (that is whenever I can)I am not that far away (close to Winterthur)," my friend Casey wrote in his message today - how sensitive a reader and what a generous offer. When I travel to Zürich by train to visit Beatrix and her family, I maybe pass by his house. Casey is the guy cutting the lawn, and looking up to the train - but he can't see me. If ever I change my strategy and meet people I have online contact with in person, he is the closest ... but also you, Danny, are not far - thanks for your offer, too.

On Monday, while getting out of the Jacuzzi, Elsie and I were looking at each other - naked and wet as we were, and as I was towelling her down, she said it was awful how she was getting fat. She isn't really, but she is not exactly a model, and neither am I - so I understood what she meant. When I look at my nude reflection in the mirror, I have similar thoughts. In our despair, we decided we would start doing some sports together, maybe become members in a fitness studio, and Elsie volunteered to find a suitable one for us.

And today she already phoned with some news: there were a few places in town (none in our village) because fitness is quite a craze. Should we now go to one for younger people and risk being rather old, or one for older people, but then be young and pretty? We decided to go to one of each and see how we feel there. And tomorrow we'll already venture out - our crusade against the fat allows no further delay ....

All Saints' Day is a Catholic holiday here - so I could stay in bed a little longer and enjoy its warmth. As I was lying there, I was thinking about my autumn and what it's is going to be like, and I noticed that it might become rather quiet and boring and mainly dominated by work, work and work. It's dark and cold when I walk to the bus-stop on most mornings, and it's dark again when I come back. In between there is some more work, and sleep.

My American friend who wanted to visit me has called his visit off - I don't exactly know what the reason is. Maybe he is in a new relationship. He said he might come some time later. I will not see Phillip until Christmas, but it is not sure yet whether he will come home for a few days or if I will go and see him. I will enjoy my regular Jacuzzi Thursdays with Joerg and Elsie - but otherwise my social life seems to be pretty limited. And I wanted to experiment with my sexuality - I can't help sighing when I think of that.

Of course I will meet some friends now and then: Tanja for lunch, and it's always funny to eat with her. Or Ruth now and then. Angelika said she would visit me and stay over the weekend. but I don't know when. Maria is back in Austria, but she is job hunting in Vienna at the moment. I am sure she will be successful soon. But will she ever come back and live in this region, hundreds of miles from the capital? And I have an invitation from Traudl, Traudl the Elf, to have dinner with her and Viktoria, her lesbian friend. All women - but who's there for sex? Maybe Aldo now and then, when he comes to Elsie or when I go to the swingers club again. And my fatherly friend, the Editor - he said nothing about meeting again.

I fear, my dear readers, the source is running dry and I am running out of blog material one of these cold and windy days.

I was sitting together with Elsie yesterday and we were having a nice bottle of wine instead of some tea or coffee as we usually had when the two of us met. As Joerg was away we were having a quiet chat together; first during dinner, which was a surprise, and later in the Jacuzzi because why should we not use it when there were only the two of us. We ended up in the living-room with the second bottle, of which we only drank about half though.

I haven't had such a personal conversation with Elsie alone for a long time, and it was quite fascinating for me to see how much she has been changing lately. I have always known her as someone very nice and cheerful, but a little conservative. She liked the things to stay the way they were - in every respect: from cooking and dressing all the way to sexuality. Not that she was not interested in it or had no desires - but sex always used to be vaginal and Joerg the only person who enjoyed any access. At the same time, she expected from Joerg that he also concentrated on her and only on her - some of you might remember what happened when Joerg couldn't leave his fingers from Tanja and how she reacted then.

But in the last few months Elsie has changed. What happened was some kind of a sexual awakening - I know that I might have contributed to it, too. But the main reason, Elsie thinks, was a development of her whole personality. In the past she had often felt inadequate and unattractive, and she had had little self-confidence. So she was easily pleased with what she got and didn't dare asking for more.

But this has changed lately, she knows much more what she wants in every respect, and with this comes a certain pleasure in changing things - also sexually. She has begun to enjoy oral and anal sex, for example, and she tried to invite other people to our Jacuzzi sessions - which has unfortunately failed - she definitely has developed some desires for more. That's why she regrets it hasn't worked with Aldo - she was looking forward so much to being taken by him - by another man for the first time in almost 20 years.

When before it had always looked as if she could not keep up with Joerg's sexual desires, she was now afraid she was about to overtake him, and by doing so, hurt him or even lose him. We agreed that we would invite Aldo as soon as it was possibe - for her to see what it was like - and I promised her to help both of them in any way I could if it was possible. When I left I had the impression that Elsie was looking quite happy. I hope so much all will be good for her.

That I am here at the computer at this time of the day has a reason: unfortunately Aldo has no time for Jacuzzi with Elsie. He has travelled to Italy because in the place he comes from there seems to be some special celebration on All Saint's Day on Wednesday. Maybe our friend Giovanni might know what this could be.

I will meet Elsie all the same tonight for some girl to girl talk - there seem to be a few things she'd love to talk over. So I'll finish preparing my lessons for tomorrow, work a little on the text of the play our theatre project will be doing in spring and then I'll walk over to her. It seems that it's the last warm evening of the season - later in the week some polar air will move in from the north and there might even be the first snow of the winter season. Meanwhile meteorologists have found out that it has been the second warmest October since they started to measure the tempertures regularly - which must be over 100 years.

I don't mind that the programme has been changed - I felt so good all day and when I concentrated on my insides, it was as if I could still feel that knowing tongue on my body.

When you approach the Editor's house in the montains, you don't notice anything specific - it's a simple wooden structure like many others outside a little village, weatherbeaten by wind and rain. It's only when you enter that you notice how beautiful it is: an appealing mixture of old and modern design with expensive furniture. There was a big fire in the living-room and the proud owner of the place greeted me with outstreched arms and led me through the whole house. From an upstairs window I could see the chauffeur turn his limousine and leave. We were alone.

I had expected this, so I didn't flinch when he said he had got to know me while I was wearing some very special clothing and if I would mind wearing it again. I went into the adjacent bathroom, undressed to my panties and put on a whiff of perfume. That's how I went back to where he was waiting - the room was so pleasantly warm that he must have had this in mind from the start.

The events of the afternoon were not very different from what had happened on the yacht last time. While we were drinking some champagne and eating delicious snacks, he wanted to know all about my trip to England and my meeting with Phillip. I asked him about the new flat - and he confirmed what I had expected. His free access to my naked body and my sucking him to a rare orgasm had resulted in getting this generous treat. I confirmed that it was a most wonderful flat and that Phillip enjoyed very much living there, and he said with a smile: Don't tell anyone, but it's my own personal flat. Who would have expected that ... But then he repeated what we had already said before: It was his aim to be generous to those who were generous to him ... this was what age had finally taught him.

All through the afternoon I was the center of his attention. He asked me, for example, to stand before him while he was sitting in front of me and trailing his fingers over my naked body - as if he was looking for something he had lost long ago. I began to open his pants at one time, but he took my hands from his fly and said with a whistful smile that he'd feel honoured if he could just lick my pussy to orgasm again. That's what he carefully and cermoniously did and I must admit I did something I hardly ever do: I counted spots on the wooden ceiling to keep my mind busy so that I didn't cum too quickly, so he could enjoy a slow enough build-up of my oncoming orgasm, which turned out to be more violent than he and I had expected.

Soon the night seeped in through the windows, and it was time to be taken back. The chauffeur had raced his engine a little when he arrived in order to be heard. I felt so easy and good, had it not been for what we were doing, it would have been like the visit of a loving grandfather. Soon the limousine left the clouds and we were arriving down in the valley, which was by then completely dark. But I could see the moon - a light, fragile crescent, which looked as if he was about to spear some of the dancing clouds.

A rainy Sunday morning, and the clouds are hanging low. In an hour or so, the editor's chauffeur will ring at my front door and very politely invite me to come along with him. He will ask me if there is any luggage to carry, and I will say no - all I need is in my handbag, for example a spare pair of crispily fresh black panties and some perfume. I have put on my gold chain he gave me for my last birthday. The limousine will take me up into the clouds, right into the deep-hanging sky - I will enter the editor's mountain heaven and I am ready to be his angel if that is what he desires.

Let me tell you more of it when I have dropped back to earth ...

This is a question I often ask myself, too, dear Eric, and sometimes I think I really ought to change something in the way I spend my leisure time. Many of my colleagues have got rid of their television sets, for example, or have decided to only use their computers at work, others have one mobile phone for the whole family, just for special occasions like holidays or if someone goes hiking in the mountains on his own. They all want to win some quality time over which they can decide themselves, and not some media tycoons or whoever. But as I live alone, I quite enjoy having some electronic entertainment around me to fill the silences.

There are many reasons why I like spending time writing - beside the pleasant fact that I have met some lovely people here at NN. I love writing in English, which is a foreign language for me, and I try my best to improve my abilities as much as I can. What I attempt is not just writing a diary of some kind - I try to give my texts a form. I don't know if you can notice this. For me it's as if I write little articles for an online magazine - and I enjoy that they are rather erotic than intellectual like the rest of my life.

When I have written a text, I read and re-read it, to try to find out if it's the right rhythm and the right words, if I could intensify or sharpen so that the readers feel what I want to express. And some have told me they can feel a lot when they read me - and I love that, although it's often not their hearts that I move (LOL). So when I come home from school - after having corrected other people's language on end - it's good to spend some quiet time being creative myself and transform some of my own day to day experiences into something readable.

PS: Joerg will be in a course Monday and Tuesday next week. If Aldo has time at such short notice, Monday will be the day !!

The local newspaper is full of reports about traffic accidents this morning - three people on motorcycles were killed in our region, there were incidents of extreme speeding, and road congestion. This is typical for days like yesterday, when warm winds come over the alps and, doing so, heat up even more. This wind is called Föhn, and such days are always more hectic and people are less careful.

I can report, however, that this did not apply to our Jacuzzi evening. There was no excessive speed, we were not careless and no accident happened, although all three of us were noticably itchy. The darkening sky was still wearing faint red hues when we stepped into the garden naked and walked on the wet grass - then we enjoyed the warm bubbly tub and snuggled against each other, and when the water was perfectly still again, we stayed on for some time.

Later, while chilling on their big bed and drinking wine, the difference between Elsie and me made us laugh: she is nice and freshly shaved and as smooth as the face of a baby, while my hair has almost grown back. It was then that Joerg said that if we looked so differently, he wondered if we also tasted differently. With such things you usually move onto thin ice: I have had some bad experiences with comparisons of this kind if one party is the wife or girl-friend of the tester. He must be very, very careful with his verdict in order not to do any damage to a relationship. So I hesitated first.

But when Elsie signaled she didn't mind at all, Joerg told us to lie side by side, which we did, and then he started tasting - here a lick and there a lick, acting as pompously as if he had to judge some expensive French Burgundy wines. It felt so good. I held Elsie's hand, and when I felt her cum after some time, I didn't hold back either - and Joerg noticed this and didn't give in unil I squeezed Elsie's hand as much as she had mine before.

When Joerg suggested we also ought to taste each other, we were very reluctant. We both felt that this was out of bounds. But Joerg came up with an ingenious idea: he decided to let Elsie taste me on his tongue while I could taste her on his cock. And that's what we did - but I didn't let him cum into my mouth although I felt him move quite frantically. But Elsie finished him off in seconds, and so all were finally quite relaxed, and we fell asleep in their bed, the way we have done before and Joerg likes: with us girls on either side of him and our hands on his cock.

I came home about an hour ago - now I have to shower, dress and get ready for school. The radio said it's going to be another unusually warm day.

I'm looking forward to Jacuzzi tonight with my friends Joerg and Elsie. It's a special day today: because of southerly winds it is incredibly warm for the season - the students were sitting outside during the breaks and the girls were baring their midriffs again. And all were nervous and like electrified - I am glad I don't drive and could take the bus, although there people were pushing and shoving.

And I - well, to be honest and to put it bluntly: I am horny like mad. It's not only the sunny day, although this has some influence. Nothing is more unerotic than a dark, wet, foggy winter day. But the last time I had sex is so long past I can hardly remember. In fact, it was on Friday 13, in the swingers club, almost two weeks ago. (I'm not counting masturbation, because this is just a surrogate). Am I training to become a nun? - Definitely not. So I wonder what will happen tonight. I am loaded.

I know some of you would not consider two weeks to be long - many people seem to be able to sexually starve for longer periods without becoming really hungry, when you know what I mean. Maria can go for months without - like a vulcano which can sleep for centuries and then suddenly erupt. I can't. I get itchy and restless. But I have a consolation: already my mother was like this. She seems to have passed on the gene. The RFHG (Regular Female Horniness Gene) - well, it could be worse, couldn't it? Some people inherit much more unpleasant afflictions than that ...