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ike the majority of punts I remember with particular fondness, my encounter with Freya came about by chance. I responded to one of her forum posts and asked, almost as an afterthought, if she would ever visit my part of the world. I forgot all about it until the good lady sent me a message to advise when she would be in town. Ideas were formed, plans made and bookings organised, all with speed, ease and efficiency.
In the weeks that followed, our messages grew longer and more detailed. Freya had several questions for me, all of which I was glad to answer, and I had a special request for her. Though she'd never done such a thing before, she was only too pleased to oblige me. Watching her in the mirror while she did so was almost as enjoyable as the sensations she helped me experience, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
On the day of our appointment, Freya teased me with a series of text messages that sapped my concentration more each time the phone beeped. By late afternoon I could think of nothing but the evening ahead and, when my ‘work’ day ended, I set off for the café where Freya and I had arranged to meet. She greeted me with a kiss and a big smile and, within minutes, we were chatting away like old friends. Her interests in music, history and literature gave us plenty to talk about. I was particularly fascinated by her account of a German fairy tale I’d not heard before and very impressed with the true story of how she decided to move from her homeland to Australia to make a new start. That took a lot of guts, and I will have to summon at least the same amount of intestinal fortitude when the time comes for me to take a similar path. Freya is a fine example of how to make it work, and reinvent yourself any way you choose.
The German language has a reputation for being somewhat harsh and difficult to listen to. Freya’s slight accent and full throated laugh were a delight to my ears, and I was able to enjoy both many times during our evening together. Laughter is of course infectious, and I often found it impossible not to join in.
I cannot let this review pass without saying how much Freya loves her Greek, salad that is. She asked me if she could order a second one when she still felt hungry after the first. I thought this was reasonable enough. Two entrees are equivalent to one main course, and besides, she needed to build up energy for the unexpectedly long trip back to her apartment. I could, and should, have organised a cab, but I’d mistaken the place she was staying for another one less than a kilometre away. For future reference, ladies, never take advice about directions from a man who could lose himself in his own back garden.
‘I like your tattoos,’ said one passer by to Freya as we made our way to her lodgings. So do I. In fact, they were one of many reasons I wanted to see her in person. I am far too much of a coward to get any myself, but Freya’s selection of ink is a perfect compliment to the body it adorns. I was overjoyed when she turned on the bedside lamp so I could admire it all properly.
Our all too temporary love nest wasn’t as accessible as it might have been. To her credit, Freya apologised to me many times for this although it wasn’t her fault. I’ve been in far less comfortable spots, and a beautiful blonde at such close quarters in the bathroom and bedroom made it easy to overlook any inconveniences.
Freya is particularly skilled in a technique associated with a country not far from her birthplace. I told her about a previous experience with this that led to a significant first for me, and she looked me in the eye and said ‘I can do that.’ I let her show me what she does so well and the result, perfectly timed and exquisitely encouraged, spoke for itself.
It bears mentioning that Freya has more Alice Cooper music than I do (for those who don’t know me well, this is no mean feat). Ol’ Black Eyes provided a suitably mischievous soundtrack as Freya and I talked, laughed, explored and played together. I am, as the saying goes, not worthy, but I didn’t let that stop me kneeling before her to make an offering. Twice. The jury’s still out on whether or not I improve every time I try that, but I’ll never get tired of practising.
Good company makes good sex all the better, and Freya put in a lot of time and effort to get to know and connect with me. If she were located closer I’d ask her to join my very select group of regulars, but for the time being I’ll make a point to catch up with her whenever one or the other of us crosses the state border.
In closing, it pains me to say Dr Henry Jones Jr was mistaken, or at least misinformed. There is nothing whatsoever wrong with the way Germans say goodbye. It’s every bit as good as Elsa Schneider’s demonstration of the Austrian way, if not better.
In the weeks that followed, our messages grew longer and more detailed. Freya had several questions for me, all of which I was glad to answer, and I had a special request for her. Though she'd never done such a thing before, she was only too pleased to oblige me. Watching her in the mirror while she did so was almost as enjoyable as the sensations she helped me experience, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
On the day of our appointment, Freya teased me with a series of text messages that sapped my concentration more each time the phone beeped. By late afternoon I could think of nothing but the evening ahead and, when my ‘work’ day ended, I set off for the café where Freya and I had arranged to meet. She greeted me with a kiss and a big smile and, within minutes, we were chatting away like old friends. Her interests in music, history and literature gave us plenty to talk about. I was particularly fascinated by her account of a German fairy tale I’d not heard before and very impressed with the true story of how she decided to move from her homeland to Australia to make a new start. That took a lot of guts, and I will have to summon at least the same amount of intestinal fortitude when the time comes for me to take a similar path. Freya is a fine example of how to make it work, and reinvent yourself any way you choose.
The German language has a reputation for being somewhat harsh and difficult to listen to. Freya’s slight accent and full throated laugh were a delight to my ears, and I was able to enjoy both many times during our evening together. Laughter is of course infectious, and I often found it impossible not to join in.
I cannot let this review pass without saying how much Freya loves her Greek, salad that is. She asked me if she could order a second one when she still felt hungry after the first. I thought this was reasonable enough. Two entrees are equivalent to one main course, and besides, she needed to build up energy for the unexpectedly long trip back to her apartment. I could, and should, have organised a cab, but I’d mistaken the place she was staying for another one less than a kilometre away. For future reference, ladies, never take advice about directions from a man who could lose himself in his own back garden.
‘I like your tattoos,’ said one passer by to Freya as we made our way to her lodgings. So do I. In fact, they were one of many reasons I wanted to see her in person. I am far too much of a coward to get any myself, but Freya’s selection of ink is a perfect compliment to the body it adorns. I was overjoyed when she turned on the bedside lamp so I could admire it all properly.
Our all too temporary love nest wasn’t as accessible as it might have been. To her credit, Freya apologised to me many times for this although it wasn’t her fault. I’ve been in far less comfortable spots, and a beautiful blonde at such close quarters in the bathroom and bedroom made it easy to overlook any inconveniences.
Freya is particularly skilled in a technique associated with a country not far from her birthplace. I told her about a previous experience with this that led to a significant first for me, and she looked me in the eye and said ‘I can do that.’ I let her show me what she does so well and the result, perfectly timed and exquisitely encouraged, spoke for itself.
It bears mentioning that Freya has more Alice Cooper music than I do (for those who don’t know me well, this is no mean feat). Ol’ Black Eyes provided a suitably mischievous soundtrack as Freya and I talked, laughed, explored and played together. I am, as the saying goes, not worthy, but I didn’t let that stop me kneeling before her to make an offering. Twice. The jury’s still out on whether or not I improve every time I try that, but I’ll never get tired of practising.
Good company makes good sex all the better, and Freya put in a lot of time and effort to get to know and connect with me. If she were located closer I’d ask her to join my very select group of regulars, but for the time being I’ll make a point to catch up with her whenever one or the other of us crosses the state border.
In closing, it pains me to say Dr Henry Jones Jr was mistaken, or at least misinformed. There is nothing whatsoever wrong with the way Germans say goodbye. It’s every bit as good as Elsa Schneider’s demonstration of the Austrian way, if not better.
