Diary of lovemaking
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more than 3 month ago
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Crutch time
Now I'm back in my old childhood room. It's been a year since I was here last. It smells like earlier, like carefree laughter, like longing, like 'will I ever be someone?' – and a bit like Nivea cream and teenage perfume. The crutches lean against the door like two silent guards. I only used them today to hobble to the bathroom and make myself a coffee. Everything seems to have slowed down. I have too. Since I've been back here, I feel like someone has pressed 'pause'. Not just physically, but also internally. My body forces me to rest – my head takes the opportunity to speak up. When I opened a drawer in the desk earlier, my old diary fell into my hands. A photo of Lars was still stuck between the pages. My first kiss. I was 15, it was on the park bench behind the sports field, and we were both more nervous than needed. It tasted like chewing gum and apple j***e. It was clumsy, but somehow sweet. A few pages later, I wrote about Matthias. My first boyfriend, with everything that comes with it. I still remember how we secretly met in my room. The first time we stroked each other, the first time our hearts raced, the first time we experienced petting, the first time we felt that strange mixture of shame and curiosity. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew it felt important. It was the first time someone had really seen me naked – not just physically. And it was the first time I had trembled all over, not with fear, but because I didn't know what to do with all that was going on inside me. I wonder if you forget things like that when you get older. Or if you just package them better. Since I started flying, my life has been one big transit area. Cities blur, names fade, conversations sound like announcements. And now? I'm here. With a damaged foot, a cup of coffee, and the realization that my past is still pretty alive. Maybe that's the real jetlag: when you suddenly land back in your old life and realize you're not as far away as you thought.
more than 3 month ago
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Flight stories
Today was one of those flights that felt slower in a descent – not because of stress or chaos, but because of this quiet tension that can hang between two people in the air. Bangkok welcomed me again in fluid heat. 33 degrees, but feeling like a warm bath with extra steam. Every step to the crew bus was like a mini sauna session. My makeup lasted until the security check. After that, everything was: damp, shiny, sticky – but somehow also sensual. This city has its own heat, not just in the weather.
Frankfurt was also 33 degrees today – but dry. The sun burns here more directly, clearer, almost proudly. You sweat, but it feels cleaner. Almost elegant. I love this contrast: tropical-soft there, hot and sharp here.
But what I remember is not the weather. But row 8.
He: around 40, slim, with a sharp face, classically dressed, leaning back – the type of man who knows he's attractive without having to show it.
She: younger, maybe mid-30s, elegant appearance, reserved – but her eyes spoke a different language.
They didn't seem to know each other. At least it seemed that way at first. Both were reading. Both were looking out the window. And yet… again and again those fleeting glances. Short. Examining. And then – at dinner – that moment:
Their knees touched. First accidentally. Then… not quite so accidental anymore.
I watched it with half an eye – discreetly, of course, as you learn as a flight attendant. But it was obvious.
The way she leaned slightly forward for the napkin.
How he moved his arm aside so their f****rs could brush.
No words. Just touches. Looks. Tension.
Later, as the cabin slept, she sat there with her eyes closed. His gaze rested on her neck, almost like a touch. He raised his hand as if to stroke it – but let it sink again.
It was electrifying. Not vulgar. Not intrusive.
But… charged. Like a thunderstorm just before the crackle.
When we landed in Frankfurt, they both got off separately. No word. No exchange. No trace.
And yet I am sure: They will never forget each other. Maybe it was just this one night above the clouds. Maybe it will remain just that: an unfinished temptation between two strangers who were close enough to feel each other – and far enough apart to never belong to each other.
more than 3 month ago
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Last night
The cabin is in soft light, only the gentle hum of the engines accompanies me as I slowly walk through the aisles.
Most passengers are sleeping, wrapped in blankets, their heads nestled on the small pillows. But not all.
12A – a man in an elegant suit, his shirt slightly open, his tie loosened. His f****rs impatiently tap on the armrest. I catch him looking at me with that gaze – challenging, interested. I give him a brief smile, but I move on.
In the last row, I hear quiet laughter. A young couple, barely twenty, their hands disappear under the blanket. I see their bodies pressing against each other in the narrowness of the seats. Their eyes meet – a secret moment that only they understand. I smile, and let them be and turn away.
In the galley, I treat myself to a sip of water.
My uniform suddenly feels tighter, and I have to grin. I lean against the wall for a moment, close my eyes. The flight lasts for hours, and I wonder what small secrets will still be hidden in the dark corners of this night
Your Vita
more than 3 month ago
lovemaking writes a new entry in the diary
Fantasy for Valentine's Day
Valentine's Day of Seduction
The Valentine's Day had already begun with a special note in the morning. I had taken the day off to prepare everything perfectly. While my boyfriend was still at work, I transformed our apartment into an oasis of passion. Candles flickered on the furniture, a delicate scent of vanilla and jasmine filled the air, and the bed was covered with rose petals.
I slipped into a silky, black lingerie that hugged my curves, and looked at myself in the mirror. My heart was pounding with anticipation. I knew exactly how I would surprise him tonight.
As I heard the key turning in the lock, I strategically positioned myself – one hand on my hip, the other playfully on the strap of my lingerie. His eyes widened as he entered. "Wow," he muttered as his gaze slowly wandered over my body.
I stepped closer, pulled him by his shirt collar towards me and breathed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, my dear," I whispered as my f****r loosened his tie.
His hands found my back, pulled me closer to him. I felt his warmth, his desire. "You prepared all this for me?" His voice was hoarse with excitement.
"Oh yes, and I have some more things planned with you..." I slowly pushed him towards the sofa, let him sit down and sat on his lap. My lips explored his neck while my f****r skillfully opened his buttons.
He groaned softly, his hands glittered over my body, played with the fabric of my lingerie. I smiled, enjoyed having the control. "Let me pamper you," I whispered and let my lips wander deeper...
more than 3 month ago
lovemaking writes a new entry in the diary
Opposites
Diary entry – January 25, 2025
Tomorrow, I'll have my first day of work after my vacation in the Caribbean. It feels so surreal to be back in my uniform, walking through the cabin with a friendly smile, while thinking about my last weeks in the sun. It's as if I've experienced two completely different worlds. My everyday life as a flight attendant, especially on the long-haul flights to Asia, could hardly be more different from my vacation in the Caribbean.
In Asia, there's always this ordered chaos. The huge airports, the bustling streets of Singapore or Bangkok, crowds of people moving seemingly effortlessly through narrow alleys. There's something magical about it, but also exhausting. I love the Asian precision, the rituals, and the politeness of the people. Yet, at the same time, I sometimes feel like I'm always on the move, constantly from one city to the next. My suitcase is my home, and a sterile hotel room my office.
And then... the Caribbean. This vacation was like a deep breath after a long sprint. Everything was different there. The air was heavy with salt and sun warmth, and time seemed to stand still. There was no schedule, no announcements, no endless security checks. Only the sound of the waves and the laughter of people. I remember the colorful houses, the gentle reggae sounds, and the relaxed conversations with strangers who felt like old friends. Even the heat was different – oppressive, but embracing, like a languid hug.
One moment stands out particularly in my memory: I was sitting in a hammock under palm trees, my feet in the warm sand, as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon. In that moment, the world was so still, so peaceful – a stark contrast to the noisy metropolises of Asia, where neon lights illuminate the night and life never rests.
Still, I love both worlds. Asia gives me the feeling of adventure, of pace and diversity. The Caribbean, on the other hand, reminds me how important it is to also take a break sometimes, to let go, and to simply be. Perhaps it's precisely this contrast that fascinates me – the balance between movement and rest, between control and freedom.
I wonder where I'll be heading next. Back to the hustle and bustle of Asia or perhaps again to the tranquility of the Caribbean or the contrasting South Africa? Until then, my heart remains between worlds – and that's what makes my life so special.
more than 3 month ago
lovemaking writes a new entry in the diary
Happy New Year
A new year means new opportunities, new adventures, and countless possibilities to grow and shine. I sincerely wish you that 2025 will be a year full of happiness, health, and success for you. May every day bring you joy and may you always be surrounded by love and harmony. I wish you a happy new year,
Your Vita
more than 3 month ago
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Merry Christmas from Phuket
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a wonderful time full of peace, joy, and love. Here, in the warmth, I think of the magical moments that this time of year brings – even though there are sandy beaches instead of snow here, I miss the pre-Christmas time and the Christmas hustle and bustle. May your heart be as warm as a fireplace and your wishes as sweet as the scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Enjoy the festive season and think of me briefly when I board the plane on Christmas Eve. That would make me very happy. Best regards, Vita
more than 3 month ago
lovemaking writes a new entry in the diary
more than 3 month ago
lovemaking writes a new entry in the diary
more than 3 month ago
lovemaking writes a new entry in the diary
17.11.2024
Dear diary,
Tonight, I'm back on duty as a purser, ready to lead my team through the skies. That's my everyday life – and I love it. But tonight, I feel an unexpected melancholy within me, a longing that suddenly flares up and pulls me back to South Africa.
It's hard to let go of these moments: the feeling of the sun on your skin, the salty scent of the ocean, and the exciting shimmer in the air when we stood at the foot of Table Mountain.
It was only two weeks ago, but the memories are so vivid, as if they happened yesterday. The wind sweeping across the endless savannas, the distant roar of lions at night, and those breathtaking sunsets that bathe the landscape in golden hues – it all seems so far away and yet so close.
How we set off in the jeeps every morning, searching for elephant herds and rhinos, and in the evenings sat with a glass of wine under the clearest starry sky I have ever seen, or the safari when we watched a leopard in the twilight – that quiet reverence when you are so close to the wilderness.
These memories are etched deep in my heart. Sometimes I wonder why I long for places that are so far away. Perhaps because I feel more alive there. But then, as I glide through the clouds with the airplane tonight, I know that I am part of something bigger – I bring people to places that may be just as magical for them as South Africa is for me.
Maybe one day I will return. Until then, I will carry the memories deep in my heart
Your Vita
