Lately I have been obsessed with fellatio. Sucking cock is all I can think about, write about and talk about… at least in this porncast. Blowjobs are not exactly a typical subject of conversation in my world. I was kind of nervous, and I kept saying “like” every other second, which is strange because I don’t do that in real life. I’m so much better at sucking cock than I am at talking about it. Lots of photos in this image-enhanced podcast. Have fun!
I miss sleeping in.
Most of the time the wee one wakes me. This morning I woke earlier and went under the covers to rouse Jay’s sleeping cock. Like the old times. It was great, we were jiving. He got up on his knees, I turned over on all fours and we fucked.
Suddenly I felt his cock getting limp inside me. What the hell is going on?
I turned around and found our baby sitting up watching us in amusement, clapping and giggling and saying “Kee” (kiss).
So much for hot sex.
Look what I got in my inbox, subject: I help you.
hey kumasta
im in newyork now with my husband,but if you wanna have fun with my boyfriend while im away its ok ,i help you to injoy the difrent from our boring husbands,im like you,but when i met this man on line i injoy alot of sex,he has big dick not like philipino . im now 3year with him and no one know ,he is so nice and gentelman. i give you his phone number and you call him if you want have sex,he is single and have nice apartment in fairfield.i let lot of my friend have sex with him and they injoy.even they have husband like me. his phone is..xxx xxx xxx,,bob i send you his dick picture.
thanks and have good time.
salamat po
jena
There were two pics attached, a dick pic and him dressed. Neither pics were more appealing than what I live with here at home.
In my dream, I was looking in the mirror at an old woman. I touched my dry wrinkled face and began peeling my skin off, frantically trying to find the smooth young skin underneath. I kept peeling until my skin was raw and bloody. It was terrifying.
When I woke up, I wondered if I was a young woman dreaming of being old, or an old woman dreaming of being young.
I just couldn’t stand how filthy our house had gotten, so I decided I would clean up. But it’s so hot so I didn’t get started until 11 pm. Shortly after midnight John Fox came to visit. It was great to see him after many many months. He came with a friend who’d had a few drinks in him. His friend went to use our restroom, then crossed to the kitchen to wash his hands in the kitchen sink, right over a tall pile of dishes. I asked him if our bathroom sink wasn’t working. He seemed confused, then embarrassed, said he didn’t even try using it.
Jay and the guys hung out back while I resumed the very glamorous task of mopping the kitchen floor. Later they came back in and Foxy said he and his friend were going to the Las Vegas Porn Convention in January, asked us to come, too. I smiled but didn’t answer. We met John Fox at our suite at the Venetian in Vegas during the Porn Convention. I remember John Fox telling me he went to UP (University of the Philippines) and when I told him I went to Ateneo he said, “Smart girl!” Then I spread my legs and he took some snapshots.
Tonight the glamour girl of Las Vegas 2002 is far away. I took a break from mopping the floor to chat. John Fox was asking what we were up to. He said the last time he was on my site I was corrupting a minor. “He’s not a minor! He’s nineteen!”
Listen to me… he’s not a minor, he’s nineteen.
What is up with friends who visit my site and don’t leave a comment? Why did Foxy feel more comfortable commenting to me in person than he did on my site? And why am I asking all these questions now on my site, and not then when he was talking to me in person? People are weird, me included. We experience the moment, let it gestate in our subconscious, then recall it later with opinions and questions. What about experiencing and commenting at the same time? I guess that’s why sports announcers are few.
Originally uploaded by maylingsu.
The hottest weekend of the year so far. If anybody wants me, I’m out in the kiddie pool soaking my feet.
A noteworthy piece of snail mail, and an interesting stamp:
“I mentioned Sonoma County for vacation after your horrible vacation last year. My wife and I did the canoe trip down the Russian River last year and plan to do it again this summer. I was just thinking how nice it would be to see you peeing in the river!”
