Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
help
Am I really a big flirt? Do I flirt to every woman I met regardless of age? Was it intentional? These are some of the things I ponder early this morning. You see, I slept at around 2am and was woken up at 6 in the morning because of a call from a friend in Germany.
We met last year when I was sent to Kronach for a 3-month project. I met a lot of Filipinas there and some have become really good friends. But a few want something more. Almost all of them are 40 year olds and some are even older. One common factor I deduced from them is that they are lonely. They seemed to lack something in their relationship. I guess it's intimacy and thrill they don't have with their German husbands. Maybe because they cannot fully communicate everything with their partners or their husbands don't fully know how to satisfy a Filipina. But that's not really what this post is all about.
One of the Filipinas I met was Mrs. H. A 200-lb-or-more lady (judge for yourself), dark skin and a butt that could stop a raging bull from its tracks. She's 15 or 20 years older than me. Old enough to be my mother. When I came back here she used to text me a lot of things mostly of my love life. A sucker that I was to text messages, I always replied to her. I mean I just want to be nice. But lately her text messages become more and more bolder. She'll now ask for my sex life, the last time I had sex, where I did it, who I was sleeping with, etc. It even reached to the point where I don't want to answer her anymore due to her vulgarity. Something that is hardly expected from me. I know. But who in their sane mind, a guy in my age and my *ahem* looks, would like to flirt with somebody like that. She's almost thrice my size!!!
Well, if she looked something like this. I wouldn't mind all the flirts and I don't even want her to stop.
Mr. Daria, if you are reading this..... iksampol lang ni ha?? No immoral thoughts included here.
Mrs. H stopped texting for the last few weeks much to my relief but yesterday she called me on my mobile phone. She flirted a lot and I.... I flirted back. I don't know how to stop myself. Then she confessed that she liked me the first time she met me. Because of the way I acted she figures that I don't have much social restrains and that I don't mind doing things that other people would consider unethical. I felt nervous. It's not the first time somebody told me that but it certainly is the first time I hear it from a 40-something, 200-lb-or-more married woman. I couldn't picture myself having sexual intercourse with this woman. My God! What have I put myself into?
There were another round of indecent text messages I received from her after that. This time she was asking if I would have time to meet her when she will visit the country. I never replied to any of those. But the text messages kept on coming, telling me that I was this and I was that.
Then after sleeping only 4 hours this morning, my phone rang. It was a number from Germany. I picked it up and answered in my sleepy voice. It was Mrs. H. She continued her flirting and I guess she's really really horny at that time. I would sometimes miss our conversation because I would go in and out of sleep. I thought she would take a hint and leave me in peace. Instead, she asked me what I was wearing and if I have a hard on. An honest man that I am, I told her that I'm wearing only my boxers and it's very hard because it usually is during early morning. She said that she's only wearing the blanket and nothing else and asked me if I wanted her to suck it. I just replied yes. Then she made that slurping sound. Believe me if I say I hate myself for getting turned on at that. She did that for quite some time and I can't stop my cock from getting excited. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
She asked me if I liked it. I said, "Lami. Gilok." Syet!!! She added that she's already very wet and would go on top of me. I pictured those gigantic pair of asses staring at my dick. I also pictured what her pussy would look like and at that moment it doesn't matter. Yes. I will forever hate myself for that. She told me about grinding on my hard-on, pumping fast and coming at the same time. I bet she fondled herself to orgasm at the other line. After the "session" she mentioned about hugging me to sleep and that's when I lost my goddamn erection. I can't bear the thought of all those mass of woman flesh all over me. Until at last she bid me goodnight.
And that's when I thought about turning over a new leaf. A less flirtation wouldn't hurt. I'm still suffering from the trauma that happened this morning. And also if you can share me your 2 cents on how I can stop this, I would really appreciate it.
p.s.
What bothers me most is that she talked about anal sex and how I would enjoy it. She said that she's not new to that and would gladly offer her butt for my pure carnal pleasures. It would be a new experience for me, she explained, and that I would never forget it. It's a different sensation compared to pussy sex. She also mentioned blowing my load off on her face and asked me if I tried it with other women. I said no, of course. She told me that I still have a lot of things to experience.
We met last year when I was sent to Kronach for a 3-month project. I met a lot of Filipinas there and some have become really good friends. But a few want something more. Almost all of them are 40 year olds and some are even older. One common factor I deduced from them is that they are lonely. They seemed to lack something in their relationship. I guess it's intimacy and thrill they don't have with their German husbands. Maybe because they cannot fully communicate everything with their partners or their husbands don't fully know how to satisfy a Filipina. But that's not really what this post is all about.
One of the Filipinas I met was Mrs. H. A 200-lb-or-more lady (judge for yourself), dark skin and a butt that could stop a raging bull from its tracks. She's 15 or 20 years older than me. Old enough to be my mother. When I came back here she used to text me a lot of things mostly of my love life. A sucker that I was to text messages, I always replied to her. I mean I just want to be nice. But lately her text messages become more and more bolder. She'll now ask for my sex life, the last time I had sex, where I did it, who I was sleeping with, etc. It even reached to the point where I don't want to answer her anymore due to her vulgarity. Something that is hardly expected from me. I know. But who in their sane mind, a guy in my age and my *ahem* looks, would like to flirt with somebody like that. She's almost thrice my size!!!Well, if she looked something like this. I wouldn't mind all the flirts and I don't even want her to stop.
Mr. Daria, if you are reading this..... iksampol lang ni ha?? No immoral thoughts included here.
Mrs. H stopped texting for the last few weeks much to my relief but yesterday she called me on my mobile phone. She flirted a lot and I.... I flirted back. I don't know how to stop myself. Then she confessed that she liked me the first time she met me. Because of the way I acted she figures that I don't have much social restrains and that I don't mind doing things that other people would consider unethical. I felt nervous. It's not the first time somebody told me that but it certainly is the first time I hear it from a 40-something, 200-lb-or-more married woman. I couldn't picture myself having sexual intercourse with this woman. My God! What have I put myself into?
There were another round of indecent text messages I received from her after that. This time she was asking if I would have time to meet her when she will visit the country. I never replied to any of those. But the text messages kept on coming, telling me that I was this and I was that.
Then after sleeping only 4 hours this morning, my phone rang. It was a number from Germany. I picked it up and answered in my sleepy voice. It was Mrs. H. She continued her flirting and I guess she's really really horny at that time. I would sometimes miss our conversation because I would go in and out of sleep. I thought she would take a hint and leave me in peace. Instead, she asked me what I was wearing and if I have a hard on. An honest man that I am, I told her that I'm wearing only my boxers and it's very hard because it usually is during early morning. She said that she's only wearing the blanket and nothing else and asked me if I wanted her to suck it. I just replied yes. Then she made that slurping sound. Believe me if I say I hate myself for getting turned on at that. She did that for quite some time and I can't stop my cock from getting excited. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
She asked me if I liked it. I said, "Lami. Gilok." Syet!!! She added that she's already very wet and would go on top of me. I pictured those gigantic pair of asses staring at my dick. I also pictured what her pussy would look like and at that moment it doesn't matter. Yes. I will forever hate myself for that. She told me about grinding on my hard-on, pumping fast and coming at the same time. I bet she fondled herself to orgasm at the other line. After the "session" she mentioned about hugging me to sleep and that's when I lost my goddamn erection. I can't bear the thought of all those mass of woman flesh all over me. Until at last she bid me goodnight.
And that's when I thought about turning over a new leaf. A less flirtation wouldn't hurt. I'm still suffering from the trauma that happened this morning. And also if you can share me your 2 cents on how I can stop this, I would really appreciate it.
p.s.
What bothers me most is that she talked about anal sex and how I would enjoy it. She said that she's not new to that and would gladly offer her butt for my pure carnal pleasures. It would be a new experience for me, she explained, and that I would never forget it. It's a different sensation compared to pussy sex. She also mentioned blowing my load off on her face and asked me if I tried it with other women. I said no, of course. She told me that I still have a lot of things to experience.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
straight record
I thought nobody missed this blog. But a day after I published the previous post, people were asking me about it. Wow! Sikat nako. hehehehe. Or maybe I just have some really blabbermouthed blog friends.
Let me set the record straight and stop vexing me about it. Please... Okay. I thought it was normal to celebrate friendship but from the rather vulgar response I got, then I resolve that it is not. Yes, I do not have a sweetheart yet. I met this crazy and wonderful woman last month at the Sinulog festivities. I learned that we worked from the same company and that she already has a boyfriend. She amused me, that's all. I will not tell you more than that and use the information to pester me. So ladies, I am still very much available.
Now, excuse me. My work is waiting for me. It's been filling my schedule since the last couple of months. But by next week, I will have more time for publishing some entries.
Let me set the record straight and stop vexing me about it. Please... Okay. I thought it was normal to celebrate friendship but from the rather vulgar response I got, then I resolve that it is not. Yes, I do not have a sweetheart yet. I met this crazy and wonderful woman last month at the Sinulog festivities. I learned that we worked from the same company and that she already has a boyfriend. She amused me, that's all. I will not tell you more than that and use the information to pester me. So ladies, I am still very much available.
Now, excuse me. My work is waiting for me. It's been filling my schedule since the last couple of months. But by next week, I will have more time for publishing some entries.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
greetings
I never celebrate occasions like this. But what the heck!
Happy Monthsary!!!!
I am glad we met....
Happy Monthsary!!!!
I am glad we met....
Monday, November 06, 2006
the forest camp
3 days after the Bohol trip, I found myself inside a Ceres bus on the way to Dumaguete City. On a nearby town is a mountain resort famous for its natural flow of ground water. That's my destination last weekend with a couple of my friends. The spring is so inviting but it's really cold. I can't stay in the water for more than 2 minutes or I'll freeze my balls off. Entrance fee is only PHP60.00/head. Cottages good for 2 heads for a night's stay is only PHP600.00 but it's not air-conditioned. Anyway who needs it when it's cold up there. Good for cuddling and other "stuff", I tell you. *grin*
The place is called The Forest Camp as the sign suggests.
A hanging bridge. Nothing spectacular about this.
The water is really inviting. I was told that the townspeople have a subsidy of 600 pesos worth of electricity from the government. The whole town got its electricity from this spring.
The pool may look dirty but it's not. The water is from the spring so it is flowing all the time. The moss you found at the bottom is exactly the same found on the rocks in the spring.
It's not a gnome sitting on the ledge. That's me, silly.
Just testing the water. Brrrr. Cold. Cold.
Lilies! Uhmmmm... Lilies.. I can't think of anything to say more than that.
The view from the top of the hanging bridge.
The spring goes all the way to the shores of Dumaguete City. Can you see me hanging on that tree at the top of that big rock?... Just kidding..
Showing off
The place is called The Forest Camp as the sign suggests.
A hanging bridge. Nothing spectacular about this.
The water is really inviting. I was told that the townspeople have a subsidy of 600 pesos worth of electricity from the government. The whole town got its electricity from this spring.
The pool may look dirty but it's not. The water is from the spring so it is flowing all the time. The moss you found at the bottom is exactly the same found on the rocks in the spring.
It's not a gnome sitting on the ledge. That's me, silly.
Just testing the water. Brrrr. Cold. Cold.
Lilies! Uhmmmm... Lilies.. I can't think of anything to say more than that.
The view from the top of the hanging bridge.
The spring goes all the way to the shores of Dumaguete City. Can you see me hanging on that tree at the top of that big rock?... Just kidding..
Showing off
kalag-kalag
If it was not for a very good friend from Germany who was here since the 13th of October, I wouldn't spend a whole day in Bohol and tour the entire island. The whole trip was so exhausting, then I had to report for work the following day. I told Mom I can't come to her house on Nov. 1st because of an anticipated heavy traffic and all but there I was in Bohol. But anyway, the scenery was worth it all or I just like to believe it that way so I wouldn't endlessly lambast myself for doing such a tiring journey.
The famous chocolates
Long steps going to the viewing deck
Adorable tarsiers. Made me want to squeeze them until their eyeballs pop out from their heads
Striking similarity
I'm not the mushy kind of guy but I just found this primate irresistibly cute.
The famous chocolates
Long steps going to the viewing deck
Adorable tarsiers. Made me want to squeeze them until their eyeballs pop out from their heads
Striking similarity
I'm not the mushy kind of guy but I just found this primate irresistibly cute.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
father figure
"Ganahan na ko motan-aw ug apo!!! Kanus-a man ko makakita sa akong apo uy?!?" (I like to see a grandchild!!! When can I see my grandchild?!?), says my Mom half-shouting and half-asking, making sure her voice will be heard by everybody else and most specially by me. She was at the kitchen with my aunties and her friends. I was at the living room concentrating on watching the Justice League beating the shit out of those aliens who were trying to invade Earth.
I went to my Mom's house last weekend to celebrate an annual reunion. But it was my first where she was constantly reminding me to go and make someone pregnant. It has something to do with my age, I guess.
Take for example this event. I was buying some crackers and an orange juice one evening at the nearest sari-sari store. The lady inside the store asked me. "Para ni sa imong anak, sir?" (Is this for you kid?) I didn't know if I will be amused or turn red with anger. I looked at her, smiled and said, "Dili uy. Gutom man gud. Para snacks ra ni nako." (Nope. I'm hungry. This is just for my snacks.) I was hoping that will be the end of our conversation but she blurted, "Si sir uy, mamakak pa gyud. Dili pa gyud moangkon. Pila na diay edad sa imong anak, sir?" (You're lying. Admit it. How old is your child?) Now, I'm the freakin' liar!!! Trying to maintain my composure, I smiled at her again, took my change and left without saying another word.
Shit!! Maybe I really look old. It must be my hair or my face or my glasses. I hope it's just my glasses because I can't do much about the rest.
Another similar incident happened last week. I was sitting on the bed inside a motel and was busy loosening the laces of my shoes. The girl I took with me asked me without hesitation, "Pila na diay kabuok imong anak?" (How many children do you have?) What the...!!! "Dili pa ko minyo uy. Ulitaw pa intawn ko." (I am not yet married. I'm still a bachelor.), I replied and raised my hand to let her see that I don't have any wedding ring. "Pero nana kay anak sa lain baye?" (But do you have a child with another woman?), retorted the girl.
WAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! For now, I just want to get laid and watch those superheroes saving the planet from those who want to destroy it.
I went to my Mom's house last weekend to celebrate an annual reunion. But it was my first where she was constantly reminding me to go and make someone pregnant. It has something to do with my age, I guess.
Take for example this event. I was buying some crackers and an orange juice one evening at the nearest sari-sari store. The lady inside the store asked me. "Para ni sa imong anak, sir?" (Is this for you kid?) I didn't know if I will be amused or turn red with anger. I looked at her, smiled and said, "Dili uy. Gutom man gud. Para snacks ra ni nako." (Nope. I'm hungry. This is just for my snacks.) I was hoping that will be the end of our conversation but she blurted, "Si sir uy, mamakak pa gyud. Dili pa gyud moangkon. Pila na diay edad sa imong anak, sir?" (You're lying. Admit it. How old is your child?) Now, I'm the freakin' liar!!! Trying to maintain my composure, I smiled at her again, took my change and left without saying another word.
Shit!! Maybe I really look old. It must be my hair or my face or my glasses. I hope it's just my glasses because I can't do much about the rest.
Another similar incident happened last week. I was sitting on the bed inside a motel and was busy loosening the laces of my shoes. The girl I took with me asked me without hesitation, "Pila na diay kabuok imong anak?" (How many children do you have?) What the...!!! "Dili pa ko minyo uy. Ulitaw pa intawn ko." (I am not yet married. I'm still a bachelor.), I replied and raised my hand to let her see that I don't have any wedding ring. "Pero nana kay anak sa lain baye?" (But do you have a child with another woman?), retorted the girl.
WAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! For now, I just want to get laid and watch those superheroes saving the planet from those who want to destroy it.
Friday, October 13, 2006
when september ends
Let me wipe the dust here... And here.. Excuse me.. Better cover your nose.. I'll just blow some dust on top of this.. hoooooo!! And, I'm done!! hehehe
It's been a long, long time since I had anything on this blog. Work is keeping so much of my time. Drat!! Nothing "exciting" really happened, if you know what I mean. *wink* I haven't copulated for more than a month now. Believe me. But with the exception of my dear 'ol hand, of course. Well, don't blame me. I can't keep my hand off to myself during those cold nights. Thanks to Milenyo. teehee.
If you like to see some uninteresting pictures, scroll down below. It happened somewhere in the past month.
Birthday dinner @ Marco Polo, Cebu.
Got me a delicious birthday cake and a birthday jingle. Everybody's wearing formal attire as mandated by Norman. Well, never mind the 2 French guys. I never paid their bill anyway.
Videoke Night @ Pod5.
Pero tagay usa before singing. It's good to sing when everybody's intoxicated enough to give a damn about off keys.
A lullaby from Cleng and everybody was taken to dreamland in almost an instant.
Oktoberfest That Never Was.
After dinner at Tinder Box, we scoured the city looking for the gig but didn't find any. Fortunately, we brought along a bottle of vodka. Tagay happened at Off Roads Coffee Shop. It's my first time drinking liquor inside a coffee shop. We paid the corkage fee, of course. The rest of the night was spent dancing and grinding on Pump in Grand Convention Center. We got in for free. It was Marlboro night or something of that sort.
Night Swimming @ El Salvador, Danao
I just noticed now that we didn't have much pictures of the resort on this trip. Some were too blurry because of poor lighting and some were just plain idiocy. We didn't even have a single picture of the beach.
White buns or brown ones?
It's been a long, long time since I had anything on this blog. Work is keeping so much of my time. Drat!! Nothing "exciting" really happened, if you know what I mean. *wink* I haven't copulated for more than a month now. Believe me. But with the exception of my dear 'ol hand, of course. Well, don't blame me. I can't keep my hand off to myself during those cold nights. Thanks to Milenyo. teehee.
If you like to see some uninteresting pictures, scroll down below. It happened somewhere in the past month.
Birthday dinner @ Marco Polo, Cebu.
Got me a delicious birthday cake and a birthday jingle. Everybody's wearing formal attire as mandated by Norman. Well, never mind the 2 French guys. I never paid their bill anyway.
Videoke Night @ Pod5.
Pero tagay usa before singing. It's good to sing when everybody's intoxicated enough to give a damn about off keys.
A lullaby from Cleng and everybody was taken to dreamland in almost an instant.
Oktoberfest That Never Was.
After dinner at Tinder Box, we scoured the city looking for the gig but didn't find any. Fortunately, we brought along a bottle of vodka. Tagay happened at Off Roads Coffee Shop. It's my first time drinking liquor inside a coffee shop. We paid the corkage fee, of course. The rest of the night was spent dancing and grinding on Pump in Grand Convention Center. We got in for free. It was Marlboro night or something of that sort.
Night Swimming @ El Salvador, Danao
I just noticed now that we didn't have much pictures of the resort on this trip. Some were too blurry because of poor lighting and some were just plain idiocy. We didn't even have a single picture of the beach.
White buns or brown ones?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
advance
At last September na! One of my colleagues at work sent an early Christmas greetings on email. But it's yet too early to think about Christmas. Let's first think about September 7...... because that's going to be my birthday!!! 29 years old nako!!!!!
I want y'all to focus your attention on what will be your birthday gift for me, okay? The easiest way to make me happy, aside from food, is to buy me an original audio cd. Below are some artists and their albums you might want to check on the nearest audio store.
- Silverchair "Neon Ballroom"
- Prodigy "The Fat Of The Land"
- OST sa Matrix part 1
- Korn "See You On The Other Side"
- System of a Down "Mesmerize"
- Marilyn Manson "Mechanical Animals"
- Static-X "Start A War"
Sige na, please, tigai ko ninyo regalo kay ako Mama dili na gyud mohatag gip nako. Tenks daan, Cha, sa imo ihatag nga CD.
I want y'all to focus your attention on what will be your birthday gift for me, okay? The easiest way to make me happy, aside from food, is to buy me an original audio cd. Below are some artists and their albums you might want to check on the nearest audio store.
- Silverchair "Neon Ballroom"
- Prodigy "The Fat Of The Land"
- OST sa Matrix part 1
- Korn "See You On The Other Side"
- System of a Down "Mesmerize"
- Marilyn Manson "Mechanical Animals"
- Static-X "Start A War"
Sige na, please, tigai ko ninyo regalo kay ako Mama dili na gyud mohatag gip nako. Tenks daan, Cha, sa imo ihatag nga CD.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
mabel, disco and babag peak
Before the month ends, I want to wrap up some interesting events. Bear with my writing today, I am really really sleepy.
The waitress-singer girl (Mabel) I met in Bantayan Island earlier this month looked really familiar but I just couldn't quite figure out where I met or saw her. A day after that I was mindlessly looking at some old pictures and I saw this. It's a sex scandal somewhere in Manila.
I'm not saying that the girl in the picture is Mabel but the similiraty is just too striking to ignore. I was specially curious because she mentioned in our conversation that she's from Manila and she ran away from home because of a big fight with her mother and she doesn't want to go back. The reason of which is a blurry explanation. Or maybe I'm too drank to give a shit. Either way I really don't give a damn. If this is her, it was a great loss on my part. She's hot as Dubai's weather. I hope she's still in the island when I have my next chance to visit.
On the lighter side, for 2 straight Friday nights I was in a discotheque. All to Mark's emphatic persuasion. This may not sound a big deal but for me it is. Having done everything on the dancefloor for the past 12 years, I no longer dig late night dance trips. I'm more into less crowded places with no shoes to step into. Quarter-life crisis, I tell you. These days I have the money and time to party every weekend or even everyday but I no longer have the vigor. Sometimes life can be so unfair.
There was one weekend where Norman, Auxie, Janice and me went to Babag peak to spend an evening. It was nice to celebrate Saturday night on top of a hill. But we didn't go there empty handed. Red horse was with us and made everything fun. After consuming about a dozen cans of beer, the stallion started to kick the sense out of us. Everybody was laughing for no apparent reason. We laugh at everything we said even if it's not funny. Janice laughed hysterically when she splashed half the contents of the potato chips all over the tent. Insanely, we laughed with her. It looked like we smoked some weeds but that we did not do. It was all because of the horse.
There was one scene I remember before my memory was swiped clean. I was lying on my back and was pulling Auxie's hand towards my crotch. I was so damn horny that night, haven't gotten laid/masturbated for the past couple of weeks. At first it seemed like a casual joke but then I was testing Auxie if she'll go all the way. And she didn't. Instead, she and Janice dared me to take my dick off my pants and let them see it. Of course, I did. I was getting a boner at the idea but when I really took it off, I lost concentration. I'm not a show-and-tell kind of guy. A big no to exhibitionism unless of course it's not me. So they saw my semi-limp wiener. But nobody dared to touch it even after all my pleas. Then, I slept the night away while the rest of them continued doing their crap. Norman even had a picture of Auxie pissing in front of the tent.
It was sooo embarrassing when Janice told me about it the next day when we were all sober. She even described the color of my wiener. Shit!
The waitress-singer girl (Mabel) I met in Bantayan Island earlier this month looked really familiar but I just couldn't quite figure out where I met or saw her. A day after that I was mindlessly looking at some old pictures and I saw this. It's a sex scandal somewhere in Manila.
I'm not saying that the girl in the picture is Mabel but the similiraty is just too striking to ignore. I was specially curious because she mentioned in our conversation that she's from Manila and she ran away from home because of a big fight with her mother and she doesn't want to go back. The reason of which is a blurry explanation. Or maybe I'm too drank to give a shit. Either way I really don't give a damn. If this is her, it was a great loss on my part. She's hot as Dubai's weather. I hope she's still in the island when I have my next chance to visit.
On the lighter side, for 2 straight Friday nights I was in a discotheque. All to Mark's emphatic persuasion. This may not sound a big deal but for me it is. Having done everything on the dancefloor for the past 12 years, I no longer dig late night dance trips. I'm more into less crowded places with no shoes to step into. Quarter-life crisis, I tell you. These days I have the money and time to party every weekend or even everyday but I no longer have the vigor. Sometimes life can be so unfair.
There was one weekend where Norman, Auxie, Janice and me went to Babag peak to spend an evening. It was nice to celebrate Saturday night on top of a hill. But we didn't go there empty handed. Red horse was with us and made everything fun. After consuming about a dozen cans of beer, the stallion started to kick the sense out of us. Everybody was laughing for no apparent reason. We laugh at everything we said even if it's not funny. Janice laughed hysterically when she splashed half the contents of the potato chips all over the tent. Insanely, we laughed with her. It looked like we smoked some weeds but that we did not do. It was all because of the horse.
There was one scene I remember before my memory was swiped clean. I was lying on my back and was pulling Auxie's hand towards my crotch. I was so damn horny that night, haven't gotten laid/masturbated for the past couple of weeks. At first it seemed like a casual joke but then I was testing Auxie if she'll go all the way. And she didn't. Instead, she and Janice dared me to take my dick off my pants and let them see it. Of course, I did. I was getting a boner at the idea but when I really took it off, I lost concentration. I'm not a show-and-tell kind of guy. A big no to exhibitionism unless of course it's not me. So they saw my semi-limp wiener. But nobody dared to touch it even after all my pleas. Then, I slept the night away while the rest of them continued doing their crap. Norman even had a picture of Auxie pissing in front of the tent.
It was sooo embarrassing when Janice told me about it the next day when we were all sober. She even described the color of my wiener. Shit!
Friday, August 11, 2006
bantayan pictures
I was so close of following Aneshka's footsteps and export everything on this blogsite to wordpress. Good thing I decided to make another entry and tried posting these pictures. It's been weeks overdue. So there you go. The bantayan island pictures.
Kota Beach Resort
Ugtong Beach Resort
Virgin Island
Kota Beach Resort
Ugtong Beach Resort
Virgin Island
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