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.

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Watch this video full screen at MAYCAM. You can download this movie to your iTunes by clicking “iTunes” above.

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Typically, I am the opposite of my mother. I am the Saffy to her Edina Monsoon. And Patsy? Well, that’s my dad. Patsy post-rehab, that is. My mom, though, is still her Absolutely Fabulous self. The last time I saw her she fanagled a photo opp with PNoy (Philippine President Noynoy Aquino) on a flight from SFO to Manila.

Believe me, I don’t Like being Saffy. I have moments of escape much like the decadence alluded to in the episode in Morocco. But for the most part I am a mousy girl, and I am willing to bet you wouldn’t notice me if I walked past you in broad daylight. Ok, maybe I’m not quite willing to bet the house. I do realize I have a low opinion of myself right now so let’s just bet m&m’s.

When I was in theatre school in NYC I once revealed to a group of actresses that I was thinking of getting a boob job. I was extremely self-conscious of my flat chest. I wore these horrible miracle bras from Victoria’s Secret, which not only had the uncomfortable underwire for pushing what little breasts I had upward, they also had a lot of padding to create the silhouette I wished I had. My revelation led to an afternoon of beautiful women, actresses, urging me to feel their breasts. I’ve lost sight of what point they were trying to make. Were they trying to convince me not to get a boob job by showing me that naturally full breasts can be lumpy, hard, saggy, insert unpleasant adjective here? I suppose they succeeded indirectly because I forgot all about getting a boob job and enjoyed the attention instead.

It was Jay who convinced me to ditch the padded bras. Before I dated him, I felt apprehensive when it came time to remove the bra and get in between sheets with a man. I felt like I had falsely advertised boobs where there were none. Here was a man who actually liked small breasts, and preferred them to the pendulous giganticus boobs most men tend to favor. After he posted nude pictures of me online, I learned there were more men like Jay out there. I learned I was beautiful just the way I was. I realized I didn’t need to change a thing. I set my perky nipples free.

Eventually I got my big boobs when I became a mother. They were so raging huge I couldn’t fit into any of my clothes. During the first week or so after giving birth I wore Jay’s shirts and overalls. After my breasts got used to supply and demand with my baby, they trimmed a little. I loved having big boobs. I loved being milky. Too bad I didn’t have more time to show it off back then. As my kid shed her dependence on me, I too shed the mom boobs. Now I have more time, but less boobs.

Getting naked online has helped me appreciate what I have. At every stage of my adult life I have found people who made me feel beautiful and courageous. It has shaped my perception of my body and myself. It has helped me find confidence in my real life. It has given me a little secret something to daydream about as I live the daily mundane. So I thank you for Liking me, and for helping me Like me.

We have not had any sun in the Bay Area for a long time; a hundred years it seems. A tropical island girl like me can get very homesick on days like this. I close my eyes and imagine the heat on my skin, the salty sweat of my armpits, the hot musk between my thighs. I don’t believe I’ve perspired at all since I moved here.

I love Jay’s blue hammock. It folds up into a little bag he can take anywhere with us, and all we need are branches or wooden beams. I remember a fantasy in this blue hammock I wrote about a few years back.

Today we played in the hammock and posted photos and a video on MAYCAM. Jay wrapped me up in the hammock and used it to swing me back and forth onto his hard cock. What a ride!

It feels so good to fuck outdoors, where the gods can see us. And humans, well, I don’t mind being watched by you either. As long as everybody’s having a good time, I’m having a good time too.

I grew my bush like the Japanese do. I’d say it’s about 2 inches long now. It’s so long it forms a mohawk between my thighs. I don’t remember the last time I shaved or trimmed down there. I’m starting to get attached to it, my bush. Maybe I’ll give it a name. Bushy. Shy-shy. Moshi Moshi.

You can see my bush, Moshi Moshi, in action at MAYCAM. The video is called Toe Socks. Here’s one of the very few times the toe socks appear on the video.

Jay and I were playing with my new camera, shooting photos of me and my toe socks. But this morning I couldn’t find the pictures at all. Vanished. I’ve heard of trolls stealing socks, but I’ve never come across trolls stealing photos of socks. So this is the only one.

Anyway, the video starts after we shot the (now lost) photos of the toe socks, right when the action begins. Wink wink nudge nudge. Go see it at MAYCAM.

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To celebrate, I busted out the silk pads I bought from Dutch artist Riekje Louise Jongsma. Take a look:

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