Thursday, January 13, 2005
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Goals/Resolutions for 2005
Below are my goals/resolutions for 2005. This is something I originally wrote in the PDA journal.
(1) I will sleep with, fuck, or get fucked by at least 1 guy a week, on average, for the next 52 weeks, or however many weeks there are in 2005. The more I exceed the average, the better. All encounters will, of course, be safe. I promise to maintain my basic policy that I will not have sex with anyone I don't find attractive or appealing just for the sake of meeting my quota. If I find a regular fuck buddy or if I, by some miracle, actually find a boyfriend, then this goal will be set aside -- assuming of course that me and whoever it is I'm with have sex at least twice a week.
(2) I will go to the gym religioiusly until I lose my tummy, and I will try my best to resume my practice of eating only half a cup of rice a day max. I will not drink softdrinks, eat candy, or consume lots of carbs until my tummy is gone.
(3) I will try harder to save lots of money and I will not spend lots of money when I go out to bars. I will try to regularly bring packed lunches to work. I will force my men to split the bill for the motel, or better yet find men who have their own place.
(4) I will update my online journal regularly even if I don't have anything sex-related to write about.
(5) I will try being more profound and deep again -- haha! I think I've been a bit too shallow these past few months. But then again who cares. I was profound and deep in college. Did I get laid in college? No. Enough said.
That's all I have for now. I'm sure that I will think of more resolutions as the year goes on.
(1) I will sleep with, fuck, or get fucked by at least 1 guy a week, on average, for the next 52 weeks, or however many weeks there are in 2005. The more I exceed the average, the better. All encounters will, of course, be safe. I promise to maintain my basic policy that I will not have sex with anyone I don't find attractive or appealing just for the sake of meeting my quota. If I find a regular fuck buddy or if I, by some miracle, actually find a boyfriend, then this goal will be set aside -- assuming of course that me and whoever it is I'm with have sex at least twice a week.
(2) I will go to the gym religioiusly until I lose my tummy, and I will try my best to resume my practice of eating only half a cup of rice a day max. I will not drink softdrinks, eat candy, or consume lots of carbs until my tummy is gone.
(3) I will try harder to save lots of money and I will not spend lots of money when I go out to bars. I will try to regularly bring packed lunches to work. I will force my men to split the bill for the motel, or better yet find men who have their own place.
(4) I will update my online journal regularly even if I don't have anything sex-related to write about.
(5) I will try being more profound and deep again -- haha! I think I've been a bit too shallow these past few months. But then again who cares. I was profound and deep in college. Did I get laid in college? No. Enough said.
That's all I have for now. I'm sure that I will think of more resolutions as the year goes on.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
I'm a... S-L-A-V-E... for you...
I haven't had sex with anyone since last week. My average is now down to one man every two months. I really don't mind though. Celibacy doesn't bother me as much as it used to. Maybe it's because recently I have been concentrating on going to the gym and getting physically fit. Last year going to the gym made my libido soar, but I guess the same doesn't apply this year.
I was supposed to meet Mark last week. He may not be the most gorgeous guy but he's always nice to me and the sex is mostly good. Somehow though we couldn't work out a meeting cuz our scheds were hectic. I was also supposed to meet Jorge, but he seemed mega-busy with either lots of errands or lots of men. Brian has been texting me but he seems overeager and that irritates me.
One guy I wanted to meet really badly at first was the_wave. That's his chat nick. I never really knew what his real name was because I don't think I ever got round to asking. He intrigued me because in his ad in the main room of Bi-Manila he was asking if anyone was into S&M. For some reason I macked him and said hey I am. I asked if he was a top and he said yes. I asked if he had a pic and when he gave me one my God he was cute.
Then he asked me if I had ever done this before and I said no. He said that if we were to meet I would have to agree to all of his rules otherwise I would be punished. Then he posted a long list of rules, the gist of which was that he was my master and I was his slave, I had to call him 'Sir' and do everything he said without complaining otherwise he would punish me, stuff like that.
I must admit that I have always been fascinated by bondage, S&M, candlewax dripping and stuff like that. I've always imagined myself to be the master, not the slave, although recently I've wondered what it's like to be dominated by someone. Something about the_wave really intrigued me. So I told him yes I agreed to his rules -- provided that he would use a condom if he fucked me and that he wouldn't use any knives or make me bleed. He said fine wait for my call on Monday morning.
I was really excited and anxious to meet him, but at the same time I was kinda tense because I was thinking that shit he could be a real psychopath. What if he didn't stop punching me or whatever even if I asked him to stop? What if he was into fisting? What if he really was into knife-play?
Now the Sunday evening before he was supposed to call, I slept over at Romi's place. This was the same day I met Alex. When I woke up on Monday I was too groggy and lazy to make it back home in time to receive his call. When I arrived home I saw that he had called several times. Shit he's going to be pissed I thought. I would have called him back if he hadn't blocked his phone number from the caller ID. I went back to Bi-Manila and tried finding him in the chatroom but I couldn't see his nick anywhere. What I did see though was someone saying they were a slave looking for a master.
I macked the slave boy, showed him the_wave's pic, and asked if he recognized the guy. He said yes, he met the guy and they had a 10 hour session before. Apparently the_wave was into fisting, shoving bottles up asses, dripping candlewax all over, and other crazy shit. No knives though. That pretty much settled it for me. It was a good thing we didn't meet. I feel disappointed that I didn't get to be fucked by someone as cute as him, but at the same time I was in no mood to get Coke bottles shoved up my butt.
Oh by the way, since I mentioned that I slept over at Romi's house the day I met Alex, I should mention that when I got to Romi's place, her dog Shira was barking madly at me. After she, the dog, recognized me, she wouldn't stop sniffing me. I tried hard not to laugh while she was doing it because I realized that maybe it wasn't me that Shira didn't recognize, but the scent of Alex on my body. Haha.
I was supposed to meet Mark last week. He may not be the most gorgeous guy but he's always nice to me and the sex is mostly good. Somehow though we couldn't work out a meeting cuz our scheds were hectic. I was also supposed to meet Jorge, but he seemed mega-busy with either lots of errands or lots of men. Brian has been texting me but he seems overeager and that irritates me.
One guy I wanted to meet really badly at first was the_wave. That's his chat nick. I never really knew what his real name was because I don't think I ever got round to asking. He intrigued me because in his ad in the main room of Bi-Manila he was asking if anyone was into S&M. For some reason I macked him and said hey I am. I asked if he was a top and he said yes. I asked if he had a pic and when he gave me one my God he was cute.
Then he asked me if I had ever done this before and I said no. He said that if we were to meet I would have to agree to all of his rules otherwise I would be punished. Then he posted a long list of rules, the gist of which was that he was my master and I was his slave, I had to call him 'Sir' and do everything he said without complaining otherwise he would punish me, stuff like that.
I must admit that I have always been fascinated by bondage, S&M, candlewax dripping and stuff like that. I've always imagined myself to be the master, not the slave, although recently I've wondered what it's like to be dominated by someone. Something about the_wave really intrigued me. So I told him yes I agreed to his rules -- provided that he would use a condom if he fucked me and that he wouldn't use any knives or make me bleed. He said fine wait for my call on Monday morning.
I was really excited and anxious to meet him, but at the same time I was kinda tense because I was thinking that shit he could be a real psychopath. What if he didn't stop punching me or whatever even if I asked him to stop? What if he was into fisting? What if he really was into knife-play?
Now the Sunday evening before he was supposed to call, I slept over at Romi's place. This was the same day I met Alex. When I woke up on Monday I was too groggy and lazy to make it back home in time to receive his call. When I arrived home I saw that he had called several times. Shit he's going to be pissed I thought. I would have called him back if he hadn't blocked his phone number from the caller ID. I went back to Bi-Manila and tried finding him in the chatroom but I couldn't see his nick anywhere. What I did see though was someone saying they were a slave looking for a master.
I macked the slave boy, showed him the_wave's pic, and asked if he recognized the guy. He said yes, he met the guy and they had a 10 hour session before. Apparently the_wave was into fisting, shoving bottles up asses, dripping candlewax all over, and other crazy shit. No knives though. That pretty much settled it for me. It was a good thing we didn't meet. I feel disappointed that I didn't get to be fucked by someone as cute as him, but at the same time I was in no mood to get Coke bottles shoved up my butt.
Oh by the way, since I mentioned that I slept over at Romi's house the day I met Alex, I should mention that when I got to Romi's place, her dog Shira was barking madly at me. After she, the dog, recognized me, she wouldn't stop sniffing me. I tried hard not to laugh while she was doing it because I realized that maybe it wasn't me that Shira didn't recognize, but the scent of Alex on my body. Haha.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Mama Mary watches over us...
I'm finally back in the office, and it feels good because I was so bored in Lucena. I know I haven't finished writing my recap of 2004, but I think that writing this will take less time.
I met Alex last Sunday. I had chatted with him while I was in Lucena during one of those days of unbearable ennui when I was completely horny but couldn't do anything about it. We had decided that as soon as I got back to Manila we would meet. Sure enough, not more than two hours from the time I arrived in Pasig, after having spent the previous 4 hours on a bus ride that made my butt sore, I was on my way to his place so we could fuck.
I was pretty eager to meet Alex because he looked pretty good in the pic he showed me when we chatted. He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but he looked looked tall, big, and like a sex-crazed psychopath -- in short, completely my type. I also wanted to meet him as soon as possible because I wanted to end my celibacy, which started when I got back from Cebu in November. I may have been dry towards the end of 2004, but I had made up my mind to start 2005 with a bang -- literally and figuratively. Hehe.
It took me a little an hour to get to Taguig, where he lived. I usually don't like meeting men who live far from my place, but considering how none of the other men I had set meetings with were available, I was willing to travel for him. When I finally arrived at the place where he said that he would meet me, I wasn't too impressed when I saw him. He was just around my height, had some gray hair, and didn't have as big a body as I thought he would. He was still somewhat cute though, which is the sole reason I decided to still have sex with him. If he wasn't cute I would have gone back home.
He was pretty quiet. We didn't talk on the way to his house. I didn't mind that completely, but I kinda figured that since he didn't seem that interested, we wouldn't see each other again after we had sex. Not that it bothered me. I was supposed to meet lots of other men too, and I had set a lot of EBs throughout this week. Meeting Alex was sort of like a formality just so that I wouldn't have any of those what-might-have-been-if-we-had-only-met-each-other moments I sometimes have when I think about some of the men I chatted with in the past.
As soon as he opened the door to his apartment, I was semi-shocked. There in his hallway was a huge, grandiose, and glittery statue of Mama Mary. It was the kind of statue that devotees at churches would flock to and pray over. At one point he did mention that he was a freelance interior designer, and had just finished working on the home of Oscar Peralta, one of the local fashion designers. I figured that the reason the statue was there was that he was working on another project. Then again maybe he really was a religious devotee. It was still kinda weird though. His place was small, so through the doorway of his bedroom I could still see her while I was sitting down on the floor. Oh well.
He wasn't kidding when he said that he was an interior designer. I've never seen a small apartment that was decorated as well as his was. He had pictures on the walls, rattan sticks bordering the lights, drapes covering the ceilings, and, of course, a glittery statue of Mama Mary in the hallway. Sadly though, as great as he was in decorating, he was a complete dud when came to fucking. I swear, he just lay there with a pillow over his face and expected me to do all the work. For a while I was like ok his cock is big enough and it's been a while since I last had sex so I might as well put up with it. But you can only have so much fun with an inanimate sex toy. I spent most of my time watching myself in the mirror as I sucked him off. Damn, if my tummy was a little bit smaller, I'd make one fine porn star.
We ended with neither of us satisfied, and I actually had to leave his house with lubricant still up my ass because he didn't have any clean, running water in his bathroom. Shit. So maybe it didn't go as well as I thought it would. It's OK. There will be many more men this year. That I promise you. Haha.
I met Alex last Sunday. I had chatted with him while I was in Lucena during one of those days of unbearable ennui when I was completely horny but couldn't do anything about it. We had decided that as soon as I got back to Manila we would meet. Sure enough, not more than two hours from the time I arrived in Pasig, after having spent the previous 4 hours on a bus ride that made my butt sore, I was on my way to his place so we could fuck.
I was pretty eager to meet Alex because he looked pretty good in the pic he showed me when we chatted. He wasn't drop-dead gorgeous or anything, but he looked looked tall, big, and like a sex-crazed psychopath -- in short, completely my type. I also wanted to meet him as soon as possible because I wanted to end my celibacy, which started when I got back from Cebu in November. I may have been dry towards the end of 2004, but I had made up my mind to start 2005 with a bang -- literally and figuratively. Hehe.
It took me a little an hour to get to Taguig, where he lived. I usually don't like meeting men who live far from my place, but considering how none of the other men I had set meetings with were available, I was willing to travel for him. When I finally arrived at the place where he said that he would meet me, I wasn't too impressed when I saw him. He was just around my height, had some gray hair, and didn't have as big a body as I thought he would. He was still somewhat cute though, which is the sole reason I decided to still have sex with him. If he wasn't cute I would have gone back home.
He was pretty quiet. We didn't talk on the way to his house. I didn't mind that completely, but I kinda figured that since he didn't seem that interested, we wouldn't see each other again after we had sex. Not that it bothered me. I was supposed to meet lots of other men too, and I had set a lot of EBs throughout this week. Meeting Alex was sort of like a formality just so that I wouldn't have any of those what-might-have-been-if-we-had-only-met-each-other moments I sometimes have when I think about some of the men I chatted with in the past.
As soon as he opened the door to his apartment, I was semi-shocked. There in his hallway was a huge, grandiose, and glittery statue of Mama Mary. It was the kind of statue that devotees at churches would flock to and pray over. At one point he did mention that he was a freelance interior designer, and had just finished working on the home of Oscar Peralta, one of the local fashion designers. I figured that the reason the statue was there was that he was working on another project. Then again maybe he really was a religious devotee. It was still kinda weird though. His place was small, so through the doorway of his bedroom I could still see her while I was sitting down on the floor. Oh well.
He wasn't kidding when he said that he was an interior designer. I've never seen a small apartment that was decorated as well as his was. He had pictures on the walls, rattan sticks bordering the lights, drapes covering the ceilings, and, of course, a glittery statue of Mama Mary in the hallway. Sadly though, as great as he was in decorating, he was a complete dud when came to fucking. I swear, he just lay there with a pillow over his face and expected me to do all the work. For a while I was like ok his cock is big enough and it's been a while since I last had sex so I might as well put up with it. But you can only have so much fun with an inanimate sex toy. I spent most of my time watching myself in the mirror as I sucked him off. Damn, if my tummy was a little bit smaller, I'd make one fine porn star.
We ended with neither of us satisfied, and I actually had to leave his house with lubricant still up my ass because he didn't have any clean, running water in his bathroom. Shit. So maybe it didn't go as well as I thought it would. It's OK. There will be many more men this year. That I promise you. Haha.
