It's night ... I have been overdue for two days .... I am a little irregular sometimes, so I know there is no need to panic. But I don't want to be pregnant .... not right now .... maybe later, not now. I know it's my responsibility ... I chose not to use any protection ... I chose to be virtually immersed in his cum .... I love it so much .... and I love him ...just not right now ...

In the elevator of the Forum Hotel, there is a photograph of Brigitte Bardot, the French actress, European sex symbol of the 60s, who was a guest of this hotel while she was shooting a film in Rome. It overlooks the Forum Romanum and the Colosseum and is just wonderfully close and in walking distance to almost everything. That's where we stayed, when we left in the morning to see new exciting things and came back at night tired, where we made love tirelessly every night, until in fell into a deep xxxxxxxxxxx sleep. The first thing I often felt in the morning was Phillip stirring next to me and entering me - and sometimes I felt like picking up an orgasm where I had left it some hours before when I passed out.

Phillip took me to so many places I had only known from Italian films before, La Dolce Vita and others. At night at the Fontana di Trevi, he could hardly stop me from wading in like Anita Ekberg, we were quite alone and I had had my share of vino from dinner. But the police keeps an eye on tourists and prevents them from imitating the famous scene. That was the night when in the elevator, under the picture of sexy Brigitte, I went to my knees again and sucked Phillip off, between the third and the forth floor, while the famour actress smiled on the scene. She was renowned to having given terrific blowjobs herself to stars and directors of the time. Just look at her lips, and you know what I mean ...

What wonderful winter weather - what a contrast to the hustle and bustle of the Roman metropolis. I put on my warm coat, boots and mittens and went for a walk uphill above our village. All was brilliant snow and sun, and it was very, very quiet. A fox crossed my path and looked at me full of interest - maybe it was hungry, or it just liked me ...

Last night I was invited over to Joerg and Elsie - she had cooked a lovely meal. Before midnight, we had a nightcup in their jaccuzi ... I told them of my holidays and they were so eager to hear all the news, particularly the sexy bits. The stars were shining brightly when they walked me home and I felt happy to be here again.

From this one can see that I am very much a country lass - I really enjoy living out here, and I am greatful for it - almost - every day.

Last night, Phillip and I arrived from our trip to Rome - he's at his flat now to do the things one has to do after a two weeks holiday, and I am back in my house, too. I had had to make a fire this morning, but it's still cold - it will take some time until my place is cosily heated up again. My cat Mira is still sulking a little - as always when I have left her in the care of old Mrs Schneider from next door.

How are you all - do you remember me after all this time? LOL. I missed you - I missed my blog, I missed summarizing my day in English, thinking it over again, reading other blogs, meeting my online friends. So here I am .... and I have decided to stay here for some time, even go premium for a try, when I have worked out how to do that. It will be my little secret, my escape into the world of before ...

Rome was wonderful - Phillip and Rome - we had a wonderful threesome, the eternal city and we two visitors. Although I must say, it was not always easy. Having lived alone so long, I am not used to being with the same person all the time - so there were times I had to find some privacy just to be myself. But it's so good to be with someone who knows so much about a town and can show you all the beauty spots - on the other hand, I definitely love Italy in summer - the Mediterranean Sea and Sun - and I terribly missed the snow and skiing - something I have done around Christmas all my life.

I will tell you a few things about us and Rome in the next few blog entries if you care - for now, I must take emotional possession of my house again, go shopping, phone some friends and of course clear all the snow from the path to my front door so that people are aware that Alpina is back to a new year.

In a few hours we are leaving for Zurich to take a plane to Rome, where we are going to spend about 2 weeks. Phillip knows a lot about art and history, so I am sure he is going to teach me a lot. Two weeks with him alone - I am looking forward to a wonderful time.

I wish you all a happy New Year and hope to meet you again soon. Good-bye and kisses, your happy alpina.

Oh, yes, Oliver - I certainly am. And I do not consider them unmanly at all, on the contrary. Of course I am not talking of guys wearing their girlfriends' or wives' frilly undergarments, but real mens thongs - as you can buy them almost everywhere here.

The reason why I like them is that they highlight very nicely what I like about a guy: it's his naked, trim, muscular, good-looking body. It's the firm thighs, it's the flat tummy, it's the way his cock forms a unity with his body. So it's never just cock, as many posters at NN think who take pictures of their sad endpieces. And it's certainly not cock peeking from under a dirty white undershirt as most guys on cam think - this simply makes me want to throw up. It's wonderful, taut, elastic male body.

To watch how a guy wears his thongs is pure bliss, how he feels it on his body, how the tight garment touches every nook and cranny of his lower body, how the tightness makes his cock constantly bulge a little and press against the fabrics - how the captured limb wants out like a tiger from its cage - how it jumps at you when the thongs slide just a few inches ....

Of all my cam friends those excited me most who teased me in their thongs .... that's why I am teaching Phillip to wear them, too.

I met Phillip's parents and family for the first time - we had a lovely Christmas party and meal. Angelika had come, too, she'd flown in from Vienna. It's a very strong tradition with them to be together at Christmas, so all come. I met Phillip's two brothers and his sister; they are all married, and some have children.

Phillip's parents were very friendly though a little distant, I am by far not the first girl he has taken home - since he'd introduced them to Angelika's mother so many years ago. So they treated me as the stranger I am, and I can understand this well.

We slept in Phillip's childhood bed - where he had masturbated a million times, as he said, laughing. And on which you fucked a dozen women, I added in my mind. Still, I tried not to shout when I came and we slept ever so well, till the alarm woke us rather early because of the long drive.

Now he is sitting downstairs, hacking away at his laptop. All he's wearing is the tiny male thongs I gave him for Christmas - he's never worn any and always thought it a sissy thing for a guy - but he put them on when he saw how much it turns me on. They do outline very well what it is hidden underneath ... mmmmh.

What a wonderful, romantic Christmas Eve we had. We made a fire, lit the candles of our little tree and put a soft rug and blankets right between the two. We didn't have a meal, just some snacks and fruit and some Champagne I found in the fridge.

What an evening of memories and love. We told each what Christmas had been like when we were children, what it meant to us. We tried to remember the presents we were given, and how we felt with them. I had to cry a little when I thought of my deceased parents and what the day had meant to them, and I was glad to be in Phillip's arms.

We made love for the first time when all the candles were burning, and we did it again and again in the course of the evening. Once after Phillip had insisted on eating all the pieces of fruit, which we had cut, from my naked body - he decorated me with the fruit and whipped cream, and then he ate them, and fed me in between, with his lips. It was certainly the most beautiful Christmas Eve of my adult life.

At midnight, we walked to the village church, with all the many other people who did the same. There were only few who did not know me or who I did not know. So Phillip and I were attending mass, sitting side by side, listening, singing, admiring the lights of the big tree in the church. Then we walked home through the snow.

At the moment Phillip is at his boss's house, the editor of paper he writes for. In the afternoon we will travel to his parents, where his family meet for the celebration. It is the first time I see them and I am quite nervous. It's a four hours drive, so we will spend the night there and only return tomorrow.

Enjoy your parties the way I did last night, my friends.

Yesterday evening, Phillip and I put up a little Christmas tree in my living-room; we cut it in the garden where there are a number of little fir trees queuing up to be used for this purpose.

Phillip asked me to strip to my underwear while decorating it - he wanted to see me in my black thongs and black stockings, so that's what it was then. We went to the attic and had a look if there was still some old Christmas decoration from my parents - because for the last ten years I was always absent from home on that day and didn't care for a tree of my own.

We found some very nice glass balls, and angels, and other materials, and we put as much on the tree as we could, and some real red candles which we are going to light tonight. We are both looking forward to making love next to the tree, that's what we decided when the tree was ready. Afterwards, at mitnight, we will go to mass, and listen to the wonderful traditional Christmas carols which are sung here. It's going to remind me of my childhood I am sure - I'm glad I'll have someone to hold me when sad thoughts about my deceased parents come up.

I wish you all a wonderful Christmas - I hope for you, too, it's the celebration of love and peace and sweet childhood memories.

Has this ever happened to you that your best friends you're very close to meet your second-best friends you're close to, too, and then they are not compatible at all? This was the case when - instead of dipping into the jacuzzi - I invited Elsie and Joerg over to dinner last night.

It's not that they or Phillip didn't try - but they are just very different people. Elsie and Joerg are not intellectual, but rather practical folks, really dear souls. In their late 30s, very average looking and a little chubby, but if you need someone who helps you, you can rely on them. Phillip moves much more with the in-crowd, he interviews celebrities, he is at some of their parties, he moves with the rich and the beautiful. But their wavelength is just different.

The evening was not unpleasant, but the idea of sitting in the jacuzzi the four of us seems very remote. Phillips knows of course from Angelika that we often do this, but he just said for him jacuzzis had - for obvious reasons - always been a two-people affair.

Elsie said, when we phoned this morning, that she hoped they would have me from time to time all the same. This is what I promised her, because we have been friends for so long and we have had such wonderful times together.

This evening, Phillip will come and stay for the next days, so I don't know if I will be online over Christmas. Next week we will travel to Rome to spend some quality time together. Angelika has moved out again and will spend Christmas time with a friend in Vienna.

I wish you all, who have been reading my blog and even been commenting from time to time, a Merry Christmas and a Happy New year - and may all your wishes come true in the coming year.