Guest: Antonia van Zandt

My treat for you today is fellow Etopian, Antonia van Zandt. In honor of her latest release Vienna Valentine she’s sharing with us a little history on Vienna.

Vienna – Capital of Romance

Emperor Franz JosefFor some, it has to be Paris. For others, the eternal city of Rome. But, for me, one city towers head and shoulders above all others when it comes to the Capital of Romance – Vienna.

Vienna used to be the capital of a great Dual Monarchy – the Austro-Hungarian empire – and, in the second half of the nineteenth century, its ruler, Franz Josef, decided he would transform the cramped streets of the city into the most magnificent capital in Europe. To do this, he undertook a massive building project which included gutting the inner city and constructing the elegant Ring, framed by majestic buildings built in classical Grecian style.Vienna at night

World War I saw the destruction of the empire and the break-up of its territory. A much smaller republic of Austria emerged, but still with its opulent capital. Despite heavy bombing in Word War II, a massive restoration programme saw the rebuilding of the Ring and now, today, the city of Strauss and Klimt weaves its magic for anyone with romance in their heart.

The Viennese enjoy the finer things of life, anBlaue Bar, Hotel Sacherd music, art and diverse cultural activities abound. Enjoy a romantic dinner for two in the elegant Grand Café, within the Grand Hotel on Kärntnerring, followed by Swan Lake at the Opera House just up the road. Then, late night drinks in the Hotel Sacher – topped off with a slice of their famous chocolate cake. Wander through the streets and stroll along the banks of the Donaukanal. On a warm summer evening, just a gentle breeze will ruffle your hair. Magical.

By day, hop onto the tram and circumnavigate the Ring, stopping off whenever you see a beautiful building that takes your fancy. You can spend all day doing this! There is so much to see and fascinate. Or maybe you’d prefer to see Franz Josef’s masterpiece from a horse drawn carriage. You can pick up a Fiaker near the cathedral.

VolksgartenHold hands, walk along leafy roads and through peaceful parks (try the Volksgarten, near the Hofburg, which houses a lovely statue of Empress Elisabeth – Franz Josef’s beloved and tragic wife). In Vienna, it’s surprisingly easy to escape the hustle and bustle of the streets. Don’t miss it!

Now I’ve got you in the mood, let’s heat things up a bit. Here’s a taste of Vienna Valentine:


On a hot summer’s night in Vienna, wolves dream of passion…

Escaping from a disastrous marriage, Nina comes to stay with friends in Vienna for a much-needed holiday. Love is the last thing she’s looking for, but when she sees the hot couple in the apartment below making love on their balcony, she can’t take her eyes off them. When they invite her to join them for a night of pleasure, how can she refuse? Captivated by the handsome, seductive Karl, Nina agrees and has the hottest sex of her life. It’s just supposed to be a bit of fun. A one-night stand.

But one night of passion with this gorgeous, mysterious man is not enough. There’s something unusual about him. But what is his secret? And why won’t he let her look at him when they make love? When she finally learns the truth, Karl’s life hangs in the balance, and Nina must leave, never knowing if she’ll ever see him again…


In front of the door marked “313,” something made me hesitate. Going to bed with someone I hadn’t even met before would be a first for me. Oh, what the hell, I thought and rang the doorbell.

The man was as tall and broad shouldered as I had gauged him to be. His dark tan contrasted with the brilliant white of his shirt which he wore with buttons unfastened to the middle of his chest. This guy worked out. Those shoulder muscles didn’t get that way by accident. His face broke into a smile as he opened the door wider and motioned me in. His voice was softly accented. “Welcome, Nina, please come in.”

Doors opened off a small, L-shaped hallway and led into the kitchen and the living room, where he now led me. Inside, Magda uncurled her model’s legs, stood up from the settee, smiled, and held a glass of sparking wine out to me. That long chestnut hair gleamed as it cascaded over her shoulders and framed her classically beautiful face with its high cheekbones and dark brown eyes. Bra-less, she was dressed in an emerald green silk robe, tied at the waist but parted enough to show the curve of her full, firm breasts and, as she moved, the glimpse of a black silk thong.

As she moved closer to hand me the drink, I saw her nipples outlined against the silk. The room was pleasantly cool but not cold. Still, I could feel my own nipples hardening and my clit tingling.

“Have some champagne.”

I took the glass from her.

“We have looked forward to this evening very much. We will all have a lovely time, no?”

“Yes,” I said, finding my voice cracked a little. My throat was dry and I was grateful for the cold champagne.

Magda leaned forward and kissed my forehead. Such a simple gesture, but she made it sensual.

“How did you know my name?” I asked.

Jakob stroked my back. “My dear Nina, we know everything about you.”

That brought me up sharp. “How? I mean, why? I mean…”

Magda took my half-empty glass and placed it on the table. As she did so, her gown parted still further, revealing the outline of a dark nipple.

“Shsh, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you are here. And we are here. Soon we will be joined by another. OK?”

I don’t know why, but she was right. At this moment, it didn’t matter. All that counted was that I went to bed with these two beautiful people. They clearly desired me, and after Tony’s ultimate rejection, I could use some ego-boosting.

Jakob had removed his shirt and now, dressed in black trousers that revealed a considerable bulge in the front, took my hand and led me into the bedroom. A king size bed, its mattress covered by a black satin sheet, awaited us. Light poured in through the window until Magda closed the drapes, leaving us in a muted natural light, clear enough to see everything, but dim enough to add atmosphere.

Jakob unzipped his pants, never taking his eyes off me as I sat on the bed. The mattress dipped as Magda knelt behind me. Her delicate arms wrapped around my waist and one by one, she began undoing the little buttons of my blouse, letting her fingers glide over my skin and raising goosebumps in their wake. Then she slid the blouse off my shoulders and down my arms. She unhooked my bra, exposing my breasts to Jakob’s appreciative gaze. My eyes focused on his groin. As he slid his boxers down and stood up straight, his massive cock stood out at a perfect right angle. Hot wetness soaked my panties. I wanted to fuck him now, but he had other plans.

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  1. Thank you for hosting me today, Anne!

  2. Hi Anne. Another great posting on your tour Antonia. The tourist board ought to give you a retainer!!!!