May Ling Su

Jenny called again today. She’s really happy, and is so excited about her baby. She said she wants her birth to be a big party, with all her friends in the way of everything. She wants Jay to videotape. Her happiness is infectious, and I’m choked up the whole time listening to her gush with the happy and focused hormones her body creates in pregnancy.

I can only imagine what it’s like for her to feel life within her growing. She has confronted her baby’s daddy (it’s NOT Jay!) and he’s welcome to be part of her family, but she’s not pressuring him to marry her. If the father has half a brain he would want in. Mother and child are their own little exclusive club… having a party on their own. I thought Jenny needed a child to give her life meaning. She needed to be a mom to clearly define her priorities. She’s so strong and brave, my little monkey girl. I envy her fun swinging ways. She’s so beautiful.

I am humbled. I’ve always been so self reliant, I’m able to entertain myself pretty well with goals and hobbies like a straight A+ schoolgirl. But my study in the art of love has made me too skilled in preventing an “accident” from ever happening. I am on the fence when it comes to being a mother. I love children, but I say there are so many things I want to do first. I guess I could never turn my back on a child if I was dumb enough to get knocked up blessed with one, but I don’t want a child bad enough to actively keep the penetration at the point of orgasm. I don’t know what I’m waiting for. Motherhood is beyond reason. There’s no overthinking it. It’s all instinct, and I’m just not feeling it yet.

Yesterday I got a call from Jenny saying she just got back from her doctor, and… she’s pregnant! She’s due late August this year - my monkey girl friend is having a monkey baby. It’s kind of cute, she wants me to witness the birth.

The weird thing is that last night, Jay got a message from her saying, “We really need to talk. I have some concerns.” WTF is that? Does she think that Jay is the father? I’m gonna do some math on that monkey wench’s ass. If her due date is in late August, then she conceived late November. The only time Jay’s cock was in her little monkey cunt was December 21.

My blog has saved me from a sleepless night. When Jay told me about her message, I went through a gamut of emotions. Anger at her presumption, jealousy over another woman’s presumed motherhood of Jay’s child, annoyance at her stupidity, then when I did the math, I felt relieved, but still mad at her for suggesting the possibility. I guess it was okay with me that Jay fucks her, just not sire children with her. That’s why I swallowed all that cum right after he pulled out of her. I’m jealously securing his cum from any manipulative wench. What I’m really protecting is the work we’ve put into our own empire. I’m not taking any chances of having to pay child support to anyone.

I keep to very strict rules. That’s the only way I can feel comfortable about being so loose. I played a lot with other guys when I was on the birth control pill. Now that I’m off it, my extra male lovers only have access to my mouth and ass. Only Jay can fuck my cunt, and he doesn’t even cum in it. I always make him cum in my mouth and my face. (Semen is my pure protein facial beauty regimen… but that’s another blog entry!)

When Jay and I first married, I thought I would wait till the year of the monkey to have a child with him. Now that the year of the golden monkey is upon us, I’m postponing babymaking again for a few more years down the road. We’re having way too much fun enjoying the fruits of our labor. Maybe on the year of the mouse…

I’ve been re-arranging our home, creating more space for what I want in my life. The Year of the Golden Monkey has begun. It’s going to be a year of great success and prosperity. I have to set up my home to be ready for this burst of activity. Happy New Year, monkeys!!!