May Ling Su

I got into NYC late last night. Still biologically on California time, I spent all night in bed with Jay and a male friend - they took turns and worked in tandem for my pleasure all the way till 8 in the morning. Sorry, no pictures yet… but I got some video footage. For all my MFM threesome fans, hang in there. I’ll get that video posted when I get back home in October. Slept in and just now walked downtown to an internet station on 3rd Ave and E. 12th Street to check things out. This is promising, although I don’t see a USB port I can plug my cam into. Rats!

Got an email from Max Hardcore: he’s still being hounded by the LA courts for obscenity charges. The good news is that Max has got a new distributor of his videos and that Max Faktor 2 is scheduled for a November release.

I know, first it’s May, then it’s July, now November? But hey, give the guy a break. Better late than forever being shelved.

The people here at this internet station are giving me dirty looks as I pull up more and more porn on this computer. Haha. Stay tuned for more entries, and damn it! show me some love!

I got a bunch of travel booklets today. A generous web design client is sending Jay and me to Thailand this autumn. We are so excited!

Among the catalogues of ancient temples and the floating market was a little fold-out for Cupidy Massage in Bangkok. Glossy photos of a gazillion, yes, a gazillion! beautiful golden Thai girls. Here’s what it says on it:

“Another place with good comfort and relaxation on Makkasan estate with excellent atmosphere and luxurious building of the height 18 floor. You will touch with a good service and selected beautiful lady of good courtesy to take care of you. The V.I.P. rooms have Sauna, Jaguccie or if you wish to rest with the drink and listen to the good music from beautiful singer lady within the coffesshop as the hotel. If you like playing snooker with good standard of snooker-table in the snooker club, where has capacious car parking with a good convenience.”

Doesn’t it sound inviting? Although I have no idea what snooker is, I’m pretty sure it’s good! If you’re in Bangkok, or on your way there, please visit Cupidy Massage at the Plaza Entertainment Complex on Nikom-Makkasan Rd. Then tell me if their car parking is indeed capacious… promise?

9 am this morning I went to see the doctor for my annual physical. The nurse weighed me at 102 lbs - with clothes and shoes! This is the first time I have stepped over a hundred! I’m growing!!!

She showed me to my room, and instructed me to take all my clothes off and put on the gown. I examined the tray on which large cotton swabs, weirdly shaped popsicle sticks, a clear plastic speculum, a tube of goo, hand-labeled amber bottles of stuff were neatly arranged on a white towel. I did as the nurse said, a little chilly in the cut out paper gown, its rough texture evoking goosebumps. The white roll-out paper crinkled as I sat on the vinyl recliner.

The doctor walked in and apologized for making me wait. “I hope it’s worth it,” I blurted out. There was a brief uncomfortable silence, then she instructed me to lay down. My legs were spread, feet propped up on metal footrests on either side of the recliner. She came up and moved her finger pads all over my breasts. I concentrated on breathing, conditioned from the previous tests. Her fingers were warm against my cool naked skin. I felt my breath quicken, my body was responding to a stranger’s touch. I felt embarrassed by my reaction.

The doctor turned away and began writing down her notes. She returned holding up the speculum, “Now relax, this is just a pap smear…” She worked swiftly, professionally. After pulling out the speculum, she inserted her latex-gloved finger inside me. “Does this hurt your cervix?” I shook my head, my eyes locked on her. She felt around inside me, then inserted another finger into my anus.

I couldn’t help myself, I felt myself getting slippery between her fingers. My face flushed and I closed my eyes, willing the blood to leave my cheeks. I felt my body enclosing her digits in an intensifying rhythm, then a steamy rush in my belly as she ran out of the room, muttering something about being done.

I lay on the butcher paper, catching my breath. Then quickly I dressed and got out of there. Back home, Jay was still in bed so I snuck in between the sheets and jumped him. I felt a fever from my doctor’s appointment and I needed his special anal thermometer to take my temperature. I was so hot in there he was shaking and coming after just a few moments.

It’s been exactly a year since this photo was taken, right at Ground Zero, what remains of the World Trade Center in New York City. September 13, two days after the planes crashed and burned the Twin Towers, it began to rain. As the rain ceased and the dust settled in the city, I realized it was the best time to go to the funeral.

First I headed for the East Village - St. Mark’s Place was bustling, people were in shock but in good spirits, a camaraderie that graciously emerges when tough times unite a group of people. After that I knew I was ready for my pilgrimage downtown.

At that time there were few people on the streets. I walked around the barricades to make my way closer to the ruins. It was amazing to see what remained of the towers that used to be so tall, I can’t even imagine how tall it is now that it’s gone. What’s nice is that the Empire State Building with its red,white and blue lights stands tall as the symbol of the biggest city in the world.

Later on that week, I visited friends throughout the city, happy to see them alive and well. Best of all, I also ran into an old enemy and made peace. I write this piece not as support for any kind of war effort. I believe that creation and destruction are entwined, just as much as life and death.

The destruction of the Twin Towers is a shocking event, and tragic for many people. I believe it is important that we take every event in life and turn it into something positive and life-affirming. For everyone, all citizens of the world.

We went to our favorite mexican restaurant right on the San Francisco Bay. Today is perfect. Sunny and warm, the water was calm, breezy but not windy. And the seafood quesadillas… yummmm!

After lunch Jay and I went rollerblading. We went into the traffic and crossed the bridge into this super exclusive country club. Have I died and gone to heaven? Beautiful blond boys on horses and lean dark swimmers on the left. On the right, sparkling water forever, graceful pelicans swooping, in the distance the city skyline. I had a big smile despite my jello knees and adrenaline brain.

We found a “private” place in the park to do our freaky thing. Did you think we would go all the way out there without maycam? I was thirsty, so I asked Jay to unbutton his jeans and feed me his cock. When I felt the tip of his cock in my throat, my mouth started to water. I teased my tonsils with his velvety pole until he came all over my face.

This morning we went to the home depot and bought more rope. Teetering in a tiny denim miniskirt that revealed the bottom of my ass, I picked out some manila rope. The shop boy stumbled about to cut it. I couldn’t wait to get my rope back home.

Jay prepared it all day. He boiled it, singed it and rubbed it with extra virgin olive oil. His back muscles rippled as he worked through the rope, softening the fibers. His fingers massaged the rope, making it ready for my skin. I couldn’t wait to feel the rope on my skin, an artist’s fingers touching my skin as he tucked and pulled.

The ropes weren’t ready yet. They have to sit overnight… Tonight he wrapped a harness around me with black synthetic rope. I love the contrast of black on my skin. Don’t you? Jay does too. He couldn’t keep his body off me, and I was powerless to resist. He fucked my mouth and my cunt, then came all over my face.

Methodically I unraveled the cotton rope, folding it in half. I handed it to Jay and he began wrapping my body with it. He tightened at my back and it pulled my breasts tautly outward. My skin tingled. He spread my legs apart, and carefully tied my wrists to either side of my ankles, then knotted the ends to the sofa.

I was immobile. He put a black leather blindfold over my eyes. My heart began to beat faster. I could hear him walking around the room, buttons beeping in his camera. I concentrated on my breath. I could feel him getting closer, climbing up onto the sofa with me, then the smooth round tip of his cock on my lips. I opened my mouth and let him in. I could feel the spit stirring in my throat as he fucked my mouth. I concentrated on my breath. He exploded in my mouth, some slipping quickly into my throat, others I saved in my mouth until I was ready to spurt the goo drops between my breasts as he watched.