I love these guys! They are so beautiful! Josh’s hair has grown longer and blonder. His smile is luminous. His body is always perfectly smooth and muscled in all the right places. Josh is the archetypal California surfer and skateboard punk. In contrast, Jay is the archetypal East Coast art school punk. He has long dark hair, dark eyes framed with long lashes and dark framed glasses. His skin is pale, also perfectly smooth with lean muscles. I’m the luckiest gal in the world.

And they work so hard to satisfy me! They both like to be upright while boning me, so it’s tricky getting both of them in. Their pelvises have to work around each other to get to me, and then grind deep into me till I cry out in orgasm. Yes!!!

Frankly I wasn’t thinking about the beauty benefits of semen on my skin when I let these guys cum all over my face. I let them because they wanted to, and that’s the kind of relationship we have, that of fulfilling each others’ desires. After we were done I just wiped the cum off my face gently and showered.

But a few days later when I was out with my mother, she remarked on how my skin looked fabulously smooth and glowing. Mind you, I’m a girl whose teenage years were peppered with skin problems. My mother (yes, the same one – I only have one!) dragged me from dermatologist to dermatologist, completely baffled that she, with perfect porcelain skin, would spawn a child who sprouted pimples on her cheeks. So you see, my mother’s remark on my skin meant something to me. I had to bite my lip from blurting out, “Thanks, Mom. I just had a couple of beautiful men cum on my face a couple of days ago. It’s the most fabulous skin cream in the world. You mean you haven’t heard of Cleopatra’s beauty secret?”

Watch the action at MAYCAM: Hotel Hottie.

The article about me published in last month’s Esquire Philippines is now online. Go read my interview with Gang Badoy and check out the art by Gamo Tuano. It’s so lovely!

Big Wave, by Mayumi Haryoto, a tribute to Katsuhika Hokusai’s The Great Wave

The sun set shortly after five. It was the last day of November. Over the past year Jay and I had been taking hikes up at Mavericks while our kid did gymnastics. Lately it’s been getting dark too soon.

I don’t know what came over us that night. It could have been the balmy evening, the resplendent sunset as we drove down Devil’s Slide on the way, or the desire to say goodbye to a place we had come to call our own.

We crossed the wooden bridge that brought us across the wetlands to the foot of the hill, then decided on the white gravel path that slowly inclined up to the top of the hill, instead of the usual steep narrow dirt path we took in daylight. The gravel reflected the bright waxing moon, lighting our way. Every so often we stopped to look up at the stars and trace constellations. We saw a big star that didn’t twinkle next to the moon. Is that Venus?

We reached the top of the hill and settled on a park bench overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The ocean sparkled. Two buoys danced their lights in the distance. There was no one else but us on land or on sea.

The cool wind brought me into Jay’s arms. He was wearing a thick hooded coat with a fuzzy lining. I snuggled in and kissed him. His mouth warmed me. My hands wandered down to his button fly, searching for something hot and hard. He stood up to helped me find it, unbuckled and unbuttoned, so I could put it in my mouth.

His cock was like hot cocoa on a winter night. I took it in all the way into my throat and rubbed it on the soft tissues of my mouth. Jay covered my head with his warm fuzzy hoodie as I sucked on him. My mouth got wetter as I pushed his engorged cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I was so hungry. I wanted to swallow him whole.

I stopped for a second to look up at him. He smile lit up like a moon. I wanted some of that.

I unbuckled and unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled my jeans off my butt. I rested my knees on the bench and bent holding on to the backrest. Jay pulled my hips to him and directed his cock into my ass. Hot and hard, his fucking warmed me up from the inside. I lay my face closer to the back of the bench, clutching hard as he pounded my ass, both of us making heat while mooning the frigid waves behind us.

“You have a choice,” Jay whispered behind my ear. “I could cum in your mouth or I could cum in your ass.”

My mind reeled. I was lost in ecstasy and Jay reminded me of his urgency. A mouthful of cum straight out of my anus? Easier to clean up but… letting him cum up my ass and keep fucking me while he cums… I was cumming myself. I could feel the wave coming and it was getting stronger and stronger as it approached.

“Cum in my ass,” I whimpered. “Keep fucking me, don’t stop!”

He joined my orgasm, my big wave elevated by his. I half expected a great wave to come up behind us and take us away. We held each other as the wave passed shaking us out of our skin and bones, held each other till we were spent on the hill.

Neither of us had any tissue paper or napkins. I squatted by a shrub and holding my jeans and panties out of range, let out a piss. Jay pissed over another spot and we both laughed at totally unprepared and spontaneous the moment had been. The cool wind quickly dried me so I could compose myself before heading back downhill.

As we hiked back down I pointed out something huge and yellow on the horizon. Is that Venus? It couldn’t be a boat, unless it was on fire. It was Venus, its light amplified by Earth’s atmosphere as it set on the horizon of the Pacific Ocean, sending us off on our next life.

May Ling Su at Mavericks, see the whole set at MAYCAM

I’m in Esquire Philippines magazine – the Women issue. The article is called “From Ateneo Graduate to American Pornstar: A Dialogue With Gang Badoy.” Go get it! It’s out now.

The men were helping me pick out my outfit. They watched as I pulled off my jeans and panties, showing off my bush. “Should I shave or not?” I asked. They both stammered, managed to say something which meant nothing really. It’s up to me.

I got ready while the men hung out waiting for me upstairs. By the time I joined them, we had all decided the party was happening right here.

We shot video some of the time. I wish you could see these beautiful men right up against each other, smooth pink chests shaking, working hard to make me happy. They’re so good to me!

“Bunny” is a 14 and a half minute video of a naughty bunny girl getting it from two of her favorite men. Watch it at MAYCAM.

This is Year 13 of the Birthday Nude tradition. This is one of the rare moments I get to sit still and reflect on what’s past and where I’m headed in the future. This past year I became a Pornsaint and muse to two paintings, one by Chelsea Greene Lewyta exhibited at La Galerie Provocatrice in Amsterdam and another by Karl Backman exhibited at the Museum of Porn in Art in Zurich. I am also in Suckpax 3, a collaboration between The Suckord and SideKick Lab on a pack of trading cards in which my pussy appears in scratch ‘n sniff ink.

The future? I’m at a crossroad. It’s not clear to me which direction I am taking. I’m taking down notes from my subconscious. See if you can help me figure this out.

Around my birthday I had a dream about Nick Cave. I’m sitting on a couch. Nick Cave sits on another couch next to mine. He leans over and says, “You’re never in any hurry, are you?” I feel like time has passed me by, and he is reminding me to seize the moment. I get ready to go on a date with Nick Cave.

I get in my van but as I pull out of the parking spot I realize I am on water. I drive the boat/van out of the parking garage and plummet down a waterfall. It takes my breath away. I remind myself to relax, everything will be fine. The boat/van is submerged for a moment, then is buoyant again.

I drive it across the water to a place that has mirrored walls. I check my reflection. I’m pulling a piece of luggage, wearing a loose dress and flowers in my hair. My hair is big and messy, like a bird’s nest.

I go up an escalator and find Nick Cave at the top, talking to two old men in Spanish. He straightens up when he sees me and gets a big table for all of us. I wonder what the hell I was thinking bringing my luggage with me.

Another dream: I have pencils in my hand and am poking around me at an invisible ghost. I finally feel an entity that resists like an invisible balloon that refuses to pop. I am frustrated by the dullness of my pencils. I woke up with the desire to sharpen all the pencils in the house.

Am I going crazy or am I going sane?

I’ve had a little crush on him for the past three years. I’ve noticed how dark his eyelashes are, the cute way his lips curve into a smile, jet black hair that makes my insides do the tango. I’ve been friendly but turned the flirt volume down to zero. His wife is a very nice person, his kids are great, I love his family. I don’t want to complicate anything.

Jay and me, we’re complicated. We’ve weathered many a storm, some of our own making, and what didn’t kill our relationship made it stronger. We don’t shy away from complications. It is boredom that is the enemy.

This morning started out boring enough. Dropped off the kid, walked back to my soccer mom van to take the dog out for a walk. I noticed him sitting in his muddy truck, just sitting in the driver’s seat letting the truck idle. No big deal, I went on with my routine and took the dog out for a walk on the beach.

When I got back to my van, he was still sitting there, his truck idling. What is up with him?

As soon as I strapped my seat belt on and ignited the car, he backed out of his parking spot and left. I felt this overwhelming instinct to follow him. So I did. With a naughty smile on my face I couldn’t contain, I drove my soccer mom van wherever he went. It wasn’t that far. He stopped at a secluded parking spot just off the very end of the beach. I parked right next to him.

Neither of us said a word. We crawled into the back seat of his truck, kissing carelessly, fumbling for flesh under buttons, zippers and underwear. His big dogs got restless in the truck bed. My little dog shivered alone in my van.

I combed my fingers into his thick dark hair, gripped his olive shoulders tight as he pushed his raging cock into me. The smell of my cunt filled the tight space of his truck. Soon it mingled with the salty smell of his sweat as he rode me. Our eyes remained open the whole time, our hands searching, memorizing every detail. We both knew this would only happen once. It will have to do for the rest of our lives.

The windows were fogging up. I pulled off him and sucked my juices off his cock. He tightened up and lost control, muffling a moan as he came deep into my throat. We both smiled, laughed a little, embarrassed. I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to look at him at the PTA meetings ever again.

I shook the sand off me and pulled my clothes together. He started putting his wetsuit on. By the time I drove away he was all ready to go surfing.

What JPG’s are still in its memory, I wonder? We used to download to our computer, then delete to free up memory space for the next batch of photos. Will its memory stand the test of time or is it corrupting as I write?

I just posted 443 of these little photos on MAYCAM in a gallery I call “Vintage.” They’re very special to me, photos from the first two years of my marriage. I started out a pimply young bride, insecure but eager to please. And within the 443 photos I watch myself bloom into a confident woman. Such is the power of love.

When we first took these photos they were meant only for Jay and me. Once in a while he UUencoded a handful and posted them on the newsgroups, just to show off his hot young wife. I don’t even think the name “May Ling Su” was attached to my images at that time. I was just an anonymous woman during the dawn of internet porn. In many ways these photos were so innocent, born of pure lust and mischief, unsullied by capitalism.

I like looking back at these pictures. I want to find that girl again. I know she’s in here somewhere.