After our trip to The Orient, we wandered through the centre of Vienna: watching the person you love exploring your just-about-favourite* place has to be one of the biggest treats imaginable.
The shops were starting to close, but we dived quickly into one. As we left, the store’s security alarm sounded loudly. The lass on the door pounced, seizing my rucksack enthusiastically for inspection.
Of course, we knew what she would find. What had triggered the alarm? Was it the riding crop? The straps? The vibrator?
She handed the bag back to me, moments later, avoiding eye contact. A few years back, I’d have been mortified. Now? Actually, I merely wondered how one could create a scene in which a mortified girl’s bag, filled with naughty accessories, could be made to trigger an alarm…
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* London. Obviously. And who can discount Venice or Kyoto? But there’s something so special about Vienna.
Abel, did you ever have Sacher Torte, at the Sacher restaurant in that fabulous city of Vienna, Austria. Home, of Johann Strauss, Sigmund Freud, Hedy Lamaar, and yours truly me, I was born their. Did you ever go to the amusement park called The Pratar. or sailed the Blue Danube. Of course one can always have a ‘spanking good time’ with the bare bottoms of naughty maidens.
I was half-expecting some of these items lying around in the hotel suite – that could have been interesting 😉
And btw Freud was born in Freiberg (Moravia) which then was in the Austrian-Hungarian empire but is now in the Czech Republic …
Sixofthe best – we did indeed visit Sacher, on Valentine’s Day, but not the Prater this time.
Violet – they were out in the dressing room…!