May Ling Su

Part 2

We slept in till 3 in the afternoon, then had some Ollie’s Noodles. Mmm… it makes me want to have some dumplings right now. It was so hot and muggy out, and Times Square is possibly the most crowded place in the world.

Back in the hotel room, Jay and I made love some more, slept some more, then woke up at around 7 in the evening. I had been calling CJ all day, trying to connect so we could meet up tonight at the art opening at Art At Large.

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Part 1

Jay and I got in midnight on Thursday August 7. We stayed at this hotel called the Paramount in the Times Square area. There are no signs anywhere on the outside of the building. Just a glass door into the candlelit lobby. At the entrance, there was a slab of what appears to be marble with many holes in it, and in each hole was a red rose. It made me feel like I was in a mausoleum.

Our room was tiny, with a low hanging lamp right smack in the middle of it. Smack is right. I got my head smacked by the damn thing. Jesus! We kept propping it up against the tall TV cabinet. Oh, we had webTV, so I finally got to experience the frustration of not being able to download and watch videos online. Navigating with the stupid arrow keys… argh! I need my mouse!

There was a vinyl print of “The Girl with a Pearl Earring” by Vermeer above the bed.

After freshening up I called our friend, who was driving a cab that night. “Hey Mitch!”

He said he had just parked his cab in the garage and was on his way. I met him downstairs on the street, gave him a big kiss and a hug. He grabbed a cheekful of my ass. I looked around, embarrassed. I try to be as invisible as possible in public. It’s how I can get away with so much in private.

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“I’ll do anything you want,” I whispered to him, while taking his cock out of his pants. I kissed his half-erection and licked the velvety tip till it hardened to full size.

He seemed embarassed, and looked away. His mind was still on the electronic circuit he was building, but his blushing hard-on betrayed his desire. I took his cock into my mouth and let it slip into that sweet spot in my throat. I salivated, lubricating his way deeper inside me, concentrating on relaxing my muscles to accommodate him. I could feel his desire intensifying. His hips began bucking into my face. His hands tugged at my ponytail braids, pulling me closer until I gagged.

I pulled away, overwhelmed by sensations of drowning and pleasure. His hands still on my hair, he bent me over and penetrated my juicy slit. Oh, how I love his hardness. He tastes so good, smells so delicious… I told him, “I’ll do anything you want,” because what he wants pleases me. Submission is also selfish. It is my pleasure to be a slave to his whims.

It’s sometimes difficult to tear my mad scientist away from his lab, but I have my ways. In a few hours we are taking a flight to New York City for a quick getaway. I’m going to keep saying to him, “I’ll do anything you want…” on the airplane, subway train, hotel elevator, public restrooms, art galleries… It will be quite an adventure.

I’m preparing for my upcoming *quickie* trip to New York City. My photo of “The Moon and I” will be hanging on exhibit at the Art@Large gallery so I will be attending the art opening on August 7.

This will be my first art show, and also the first time I’ve printed any of my photographs. I’ve only published my digital photos online before. With the help of my friend Ann from New York City, I’ve got a professionally printed piece framed beautifully in black. It’s for sale, too, so if you’d like to have the one and only printed photograph of me on my period, come and see it at Art@Large.

It’s a bit strange going from a semi-anonymous person showing my menstrual photos online, to standing next to my photo at a gallery. I don’t make a lot of personal appearances. In fact, this is the only one so far this year.

Come to the art opening and introduce yourself to me. I’m a little shy, but I’m sure we’ll find something to talk about. Meet me on Thursday, August 7, at Art@Large. Details at the Art @ Large Website.