Category: Weekends

No it wasn`t my birthday, but a good friend`s one. You can see the numbers? A very important birthday to him. But 3 days before, Jean got depressed about getting old . I decided to stay home alone with a bottle of Whiskey and pitty himself.

As soon as we - his friends - found out about it, it got clear what had to happen:

Party time!

And at 8pm this evening we all stood in front of his door, packed with cake, pizza, drinks and much more.

I don`t know why all people seem to get tragic on their 30th birthday. Will it get worse in ten years? Where`s the problem?

The evening was wonderful. We listened to music, retold old adventures, laughed, danced and opened a bottle of champagne at midnight. Is there anything better on a birthday?

Category: Events

All girls certainly had to meet a couple of days later to fetch the ordered stuff. It wasn`t much, but it was enough to start a new party

So we met with coffee, cake and champagne - this time in my house. We certainly had to try out our new toys and clothes. No husband to serve us this time, but a happy tomcat, being cuddled all afternoon.

The clue - all of us tried out each single dildo we had ordered. And in the end some girls even changed their goods *lol*
I kept mine and already showed it to some of you in the chat. It`s a handbag sized little clit dildo - fun, but not as good as I expected it to be. But I certainly tried out the pink one in the picture and perhaps one like that will move in with me sooner or later!

Category: Events

Some days ago I was invited to a lingery party. Premiere for me. Actually I have been warned before that I probably wouldn`t find a bra, but there would also be toys. The group of girls was fun! All of them with BDSM experiences, openminded, linking girls.
No men allowed. Except the husband of the inviting girl. This nice guy was constantly serving food and drinks and even modeled the guys`s outfits the sales girl had brought. So much fun!!!!!!!

While the champagne started to warm up our brains a bit and the talk went more to "delicate" subjects, the poor sales girl got more and more embarassed. One should think that she had seen and heard more then enough on parties like that, but she definitely hadn`t. While she was bravely representing more and more lingery she blushed more and more. The time we started to play with her dildos she nearly seemed ready to flee. And then it was time for the Bodychocolate!

In less then 2 minutes we were undressed, checking out the lingery (not my style - not sexy) and trying the chocolate and dildos - on each other.

The party ended just great! We bought tons of chocolate, some panties, dildos and the girl was relieved to be allowed to go. Our "waitor" was allowed to watch all evening while we couldn`t stop to play with our new toys. After 2am we all (6 girls) ended up in pygamas in bed. Poor husband had to spend the night on the sofa, but woke us with bagels and hot coffee.

In all - I like lingery parties. We just don`t need the sales girl the next time

Category: Weekends

This week I had a date! Oh yes. I was really looking forward to. A good friend of mine has finished her evening studies in economics and it was time to party!! We planned to have dinner together in a cute little restaurant called Chez Pierre. I love to eat there. Fresh Seafood, salads, pasta, whatever you like. Afterwards we wanted to go to a bar or dancing, whatever should be in our mind.

The date was clear: Thursday
The time was clear: 8 pm
The place was clear: Chez Pierre

Looking forward to a nice evening, I took my present, jumped into my car and drove to Cannes where my friend lives. I entered the restaurant, found a nice table, ordered water and waited. I was a bit early and my friend tends to be late, so when she didn`t arrive after 30 minutes I didn`t worry and ordered more water and bread. Unfortunately my cellphone connection in this restaurant didn`t work, so I kept plying minigolf with the phone instead of worrying.

15 minutes later, water and bread empty I really started to worry. What was wrong? I left the restaurant and as soon as I stood on the street, the phone rang. It was my friend: "Where are you? I`ve been waiting for nearly an hour now!" I checked the restaurant through the windows, but couldn`t find her. She described her table and even her waitor to me and suddenly all became clear.

She was sitting at Chez Pierre in Nice while I had been waiting in Cannes! No kidding.

As she had brought her toothbrush with her, we decided that I would go back to Nice, meet her in the restaurant and she would spend the night with me. It was a late dinner. Very late, but the Chef, hearing about the "blonde situation" laughed so much, that we got all drinks for free and even a wondeful desert.

Category: Work Stories

Back from a complete working week. Boy am I done. The only pic I would want to publish today is one of my cats *lol*.

But tomorrow looks a lot better. Date for breakfast, then hairstylist, then relaxing, chatting a bit (something I`m really looking forward to in this special case :-)) then early to bed.

Sonds boring, but will make me a complete person again.

Then: Taking new pics. I know you are waiting for them.