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In Ruins But Still Majestic

There is this terrible joke I heard in college once, but before I lay it out on you, I’m going to give you a little background. I went to a Jesuit university and became good friends with a priest. Everyone called him Father George. He was in his 70s but remained childlike in manner. Although he was a Catholic priest, he was really into Filipino indigenous spirituality. I will forever be grateful to him for taking me and my friends on a hiking and spelunking trip to Mt. Banahaw, the Sacred Mountain. And also for that other time when my sister ran away from rehab and my parents were at their wits’ end. Fr. George took us through the forests of Marikina in search of a seer who turned out to be an old blind woman. She told us my sister was safe and that she would return home soon. She was right, but after all that driving through dirt roads in the middle of nowhere, that was a lame prediction. I could have said the same thing. However, the adventure kept my parents occupied at a time when their minds needed something to focus on. Father George was a good friend. I will always treasure my memories of him.

All that being said, he once told me this misogynistic joke:

A woman in her teens is like Africa, virgin and unexplored.

A woman in her twenties is like Asia, hot and exotic.

A woman in her thirties is like America, efficient but mechanical.

A woman in her forties is like Europe, in ruins but still majestic.

A woman in her fifties is like Antarctica, lots of room but no one wants to go there.

Enough ado. I now present… the still majestic ruins of an abandoned shirt factory.

Abandon your shirts, ye who walk here.

For the past 19 years I’ve carried on a tradition of getting photographed nude on my birthday

Yay, October!

My favorite month of the year! Except it always feels like it goes too fast. Like today. I wasted the entire day doing boring business in the morning, because it’s a Monday and the first of the month and the furnace was acting up and furnace-things need to be dealt with before winter comes so I can keep prancing around my house in skimpy clothes they way I like to. Aside from the most amazing seafood bun (pronounce boon) I had for lunch, during which time seemed to stop, the rest of the day flew by so quickly. I stopped in at a thrift shop, flirted with a big black man who started out a promising prospect before he started talking about his wife and made a hasty exit, so all I came home with was a parasol. Now it’s the end of the 1st and the beginning of the 2nd. Slow down, October!

I know the rest of the month will be just as swift. My birthday is in 5 days. I can’t wait to pose for my annual birthday nude

Forgive my bedhead.

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I’ve been fostering a pregnant cat that some heartless people abandoned at the shelter. She’s a scared little thing, so confused about what’s happening to her body and untrusting of any human. I don’t blame her. You fuck real good once and you’re in trouble forever. Can you imagine being kicked out of your home just when you need one the most? She’s been under the couch most of the time. Once in a while I coax her out with kitty treats. She gently takes it from the tip of my fingers with her tiny teeth. So cute!

Lately she started lounging out in the open, but darted back under the couch as soon as anyone moved. On Autumn Equinox this weekend she spent the entire day and night under the couch. Around ten o’clock, while I was troubleshooting the Raspberry Pi I set up, I heard peeps from under the couch. Kittens!

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She came out later, her crotch wet so I knew for sure she had given birth. Kitty Mama cleaned herself, drank and ate a lot, then relaxed on her bed. I took the opportunity to take a peek under the couch. One tiny baby kitten.

I stayed up late with my Kitty Mama, rubbing her body and telling her she did good. She was so hungry for affection, the sweet thing. Before going to bed, I peeked at the baby again. It wasn’t moving. I got scared. What if it’s dead? I reached out and touched it. It squeaked. It was warm. I was relieved, but only slightly. What if the Mama rejects it now that I’d touched it? I dream worried dreams now. A little lifeless kitten, kittens running amok, my rat terrier getting in through the French doors and eating the little kitten. Moms… Moms worry.

Prior to this I’d been having frustrating dreams. Dreams that ended before they began. I dreamed about my first lover. The first boy I ever fell in love with growing up in the Philippines. We were hanging out with other people, not speaking to each other, just there, trying to keep it cool but wanting so badly to reach out and touch him. Finally we were alone but before we could say one thing the dream was over. I was awake. What a cruel trick awakening is!

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Another time I dreamed about my high school best friend and me walking by a beach in the Philippines with a couple of boys I don’t believe I’ve met in real life. She ripped her clothes off and jumped in the water. The boys undressed and followed. I fumbled for the buttons on my shirt. I wanted to go skinny dipping, too, but the buttons seemed to take forever to undo. I woke up before I could get my shirt off.

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I have someone who tells me constantly that he dreams about me. He says he wakes up hard as a rock and has to get himself off in the bathroom.

What about you? What do you dream about?

Love, Lust, & Liberty,

P.S. It’s 13 days till my birthday. If you like me and appreciate my birthday nudes, send me a present. Thank you!

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Everyone’s sad summer is ending.

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— May Ling Su (@maylingsu) September 1, 2018

It’s 20 days till my birthday and those of you who’ve known me for at least over a year know what that means. Every year on my birthday I take a nude photo to celebrate being born naked, yes, but also it’s a record of how my body has changed through the years. This year will be my 19th annual birthday nude. 19!!! Some of you weren’t even born yet when I started taking these nudes.

If you want to send me a present (I love presents!) I’m going to add items to my wishlist on Amazon daily to give you an idea of what makes me smile. The presents I added today have something to do with this little anecdote I’m about to share with you, so go take a peek at my wishlist, then come back for the rest of this post.

Did you see it? Alright, here goes…

I was driving a long winding road in the White Mountains and singing along to The Breeders – All Nerve turned up really loud.

I won’t stop! I will run you down!

Suddenly a red fox crossed the road right in front of me, waving its pretty white tail. My heart slowed, then sped up, then pounded hard. The fox stopped to look back at me before it disappeared into the woods past the other side of the road, oblivious to how awestruck I was by its wild beauty.

My giddiness ended abruptly when I saw police lights in my rearview mirror. Shit. I turned The Breeders down. I stopped, reached for my registration out of the glove compartment, my license out of my purse. The cop was at my window faster than I expected him to be.

“Hi, officer! Did you see that fox?” I handed him my documents.

“Yeah!” He smiled, looked over my license and registration. He looked pretty good himself. Young country cop, sexy navy blue uniform, bright ginger hair.

“I’ve never seen a fox in broad daylight before,” I kept talking, spread my legs nonchalantly, gave the cop a view of my smooth creamy thighs, black lacy panties peeking out of a black miniskirt printed with little yellow sunflowers. “Have you, officer?” I looked up at him expectantly.

He grinned. “No, not like this one.”

There was nothing on either side of the road but forests. There wasn’t a house for miles. I felt vulnerable, excited, scared. I think he did, too. He didn’t look like the type of cop who would routinely abuse his power. He seemed like a model citizen, with his high school sweetheart wife and 2.5 kids, a house with a white picket fence. The kind of guy who goes to his small town church on Sundays. Also the kind of guy who may not get a chance to act out his basest fantasies, ever, much less with an experienced woman of exotic origin.

I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock. Was it pink like his cheeks? Was he waiting for me to make a bolder move? Or would I scare him the way a bold move may scare a wild animal? How would he react to fear? Is it worth it to find out?

His gun sat silently in its holster.

“Slow down on these roads a bit, okay?” He handed my documents back and was gone as quickly as he showed up at my car window.

Sometimes life only gives us a chance to connect in the briefest of moments. In big cities we brush up against so many people, overwhelm our senses with music and food and media, and grow numb. Out there on a lonely road in the middle of the woods, my nerves tingled.

Love, Lust, & Liberty,

I remember NYC on 9/11

This photo was taken at Ground Zero of what remains of the World Trade Center. On September 14, three days after the planes crashed and burned the Twin Towers, it rained. By nightfall the rain ceased and dust settled in the city. It was time to go to the funeral.

I headed for East Village. St. Mark’s Place was bustling. People were in shock but in good spirits, a camaraderie that graciously emerges when tough times unite a group of people. I had Japanese noodles at a hole in a wall so crowded it felt like the end of the world. We all slurped our noodle soups like it was. After that I knew I was ready for my pilgrimage downtown.

I walked around the barricades to make my way closer to the ruins. Even in shattered pieces, the World Trade Center was impossibly huge. First responders worked round the clock. I took a good look and got out of their way. I bought an American flag off a vendor and tucked it into my bag as I walked away. The subway smelled of Lysol and burnt flesh. Firefighters off their shift slumped in their seats on the train. They stared dead ahead of them in between nods at people who thanked them for their service.

I had a ticket for Rocky Horror Picture Show on Broadway in my pocket, purchased weeks prior. The show was going on that night and I wasn’t about to miss it. Dick Cavett was the Narrator. He talked about life and death and life going on. Each one of us with beating hearts do our part to keep life going.

Back then, New Yorkers were in it together, regardless of race, religion, or political affiliation. How did that same event that united a city become the catalyst to a war with no end in sight?

Love, Lust, & Liberty,

Forgive me for staying away so often so long.

To wander in the fields of flowers,

pull the thorns from your own heart.

– Rumi

I have demons in my closet and they speak to me. They speak truths so true they wedge thorns so deep in my heart I reach longingly for rope. I huddle under hanging clothes and bury my head between my knees. I am worse than worthless. I am the destructor of all potential, the black cloud that sucks the marrow out of joy, the hand that turns gold into shit. I hide from you because I am ugly. No one wants to see me. If I don’t breathe… If I don’t make a sound… If I could un-exist without fanfare, without drama, without ultimate harm on the people I love.

Out of all the painful truths, there is that toxic lie: that I am alone in this world, that no one cares, that I can swallow up all my demons and destroy them by destroying me. If you understand what I’m going through, then you must recognize that lie woven into the truths.

This is me coming out of my closet. I am airing it out. These demons will have to speak to me in the light of day just as well as they speak to me in the dark. These thorns in my heart, I don’t know how to pull them out yet, but I will let pain teach me compassion.

Join me. Let’s not be alone together. You are needed.

Love, Lust, & Liberty,

Undercover Office Slut

Tuesday after breakfast we tried to rekindle the previous night’s good time. I had overheard my Husband talking to Will about trying it on the massage table so, the eager slut that I am, I positioned myself on it to be accessible to their cocks. It didn’t work. The massage table was under a gambrel ceiling, which I propped myself against but proved problematic for the men.

My Man ended the scene abruptly. I followed him into the bathtub, begged him to continue, but he ordered me and the boy to wash up. Will wanted to keep going, and I understood that he was blue-balled, but I had to follow my Husband no matter what.

I tried to spice things up by reading them a series of emails exchanged between me and Wayne Warbucks, the most powerful man in the office building I worked at last year, when I went undercover as a civilian and got a job in a bookkeeping firm. He was a Navy Seal in his younger days. Now at fifty-something and president of a big engineering company, he’s still a muscleman, with broad shoulders that taper to a perfect tight butt. I had been trying to get the man’s attention for a year, and just recently gotten some kind of traction with a very forward, very explicit email:

Can I be honest? I’ve had this fantasy since last year of us working after hours at your office when everyone else has left. You bend me over on my knees on those blonde leather chairs across your desk, pull my skirt up to reveal my smooth pussy, and fuck me furiously. Let me know when you can meet.

Mr. Warbucks replied:

I was on a conference call when I read your email and I was so horny that I had to take an immediate action while I was in the call. Do you have kik?

Notwithstanding letting my men in on the sexy email exchange, we spent the day doing non-sexual activities. We worked on an Arduino device and played with magnets. By dusk we settled into the couch and watched The Grand Tour while I snuggled my head into my Husband’s shoulder and traced lines on my boyfriend’s hand. Will left soon after.

Wednesday morning my Husband told me we were expecting the Lobsterman, this time to bring a tribute of kine bud. The men started off the visit with a smoke in the basement as usual. My Man invited me down when they were done. I wore a pair of thick black thigh high socks under a little black minidress, expecting it to be cold in the basement, but my Husband had set up a propane heater in addition to a cushion for my knees and a chair for the old man. I serviced his cock with my mouth in appreciation of his gift. It took over half an hour and the old man could not muster any cum.

“I don’t think it’s gonna work this time,” he apologized.

“It’s okay… just relax…” I answered as I continued to suck on his cock.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” he said. “It’s not your fault.” He hugged my shoulder. “You’re so persistent, God bless you.” He got dressed and left.

I faced my Husband feeling defeated. He welcomed me in his arms, made love with my ass, and made me feel better. After washing up he licked and fucked my pussy, and added more cum to my ass for good measure.

The slut revitalized, I brazenly asked Mr. Warbucks via kik to meet me at his office that night. He agreed. I asked him to leave the back door of his office building unlocked so I could slip in quickly. He instructed me to lock it before I come upstairs to his office.

It felt like a heist and I was dressed for it: the same little black minidress and black thigh-high socks from earlier that day, with tall boots and leather trench coat added for the cold outdoors. I snuck into the building. It felt weird being back there again, this time covertly after hours to meet with The Boss for some slut action. He was waiting for me in his corner office. It was dark. The only light emanated from an MP3 player softly pulsing Bruno Mars.

“Here I am again,” I said breathlessly before walking into his muscled arms. We kissed. His mouth tasted like breath mints. I wondered if he could taste the spicy seafood noodle soup I had for dinner. His hands crept down to the hem of my little black dress and felt my bare ass. He lifted me on his desk, parted my legs, and got down to lick my slit. I wanted to pinch myself as I looked at the powerful man on his knees between my thighs.

He turned me around, bent me over his desk, and finger-fucked my wet pussy. I whimpered, almost lost myself to the pleasure, and reached behind me for that hard cock straining against his pants. I wanted it. I wanted to taste it. I got down on my knees, undid his pants, and put his cock in my mouth. I reveled in the look of desire on his face while I polished his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat.

He pulled me up and lay me across his conference table, my ass on the edge and my legs parted in the air. I felt his cock poised at the entrance of my hungry cunt.

“Fuck me,” I begged him.

“I told myself I wouldn’t bang you tonight,” he whispered. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

I watched him consider it, then decide to pull away from me. I got off the table and pulled him to the blonde leather chairs I fantasized about for a year. I sat in one of them and deep throated his cock. He put both hands on either side of my head and throat fucked me until he came. I swallowed the sweet dessert down and showed him my empty mouth. He shook his head at my silliness. I relaxed in the leather chair and hitched my leg up on an arm to reveal my pouting pussy.

He composed himself and leaned on his desk. “So you and your Husband have an open relationship?”

“He loves me unconditionally,” I tried to define my marriage. My Husband doesn’t like the term open relationship. He and I are each other’s primary partners. No one can challenge that. Everyone else we get involved with come after.

“I’m married,” he disclosed. “She’s very prudish.”

I knew. I got up and put my arms around his neck. We kissed.

“I’m going home with the taste of your cum in my mouth,” I whispered to him.

“I’m going home with the taste of your pussy,” he replied then gave my ass a pat. “I promised to help with physics homework tonight. Let’s get out of here before I fuck you on the stairs.”

I threw my coat back on and left while he closed things down in his office.

When I got home, my Husband was in the shower. I undressed completely and got in. I told him everything that happened and recreated the scene with him in the shower until I swallowed another load of cum in my mouth. Later on in bed we acted out my scene with Mr. Warbucks in greater detail. I downed my third cum load of the night before I went to sleep.

Have you ever had an office affair? Ever fucked in your workplace?

Love, Lust, and Liberty,

Cum Spring

“I want to be your boyfriend,” Will said to me once, when he was 19. “I don’t want to be just another guy you fucked.”

He’s 21 now, a good 24 years younger than me. Over the past couple of years he has become my confidante whenever I needed to vent about my marriage. He’s one of the rare people who knows both my Husband and me well enough to know our secrets. He holds me close, listens to me, and has enough perspective not to take one side or another.

9 am, he showed up at our place. Spring break for my college boy. His mess of curly dark hair was tamed by a short haircut. The three of us caught up over breakfast.

9:30 am I got a phone call from the Lobsterman. He had been plowing my driveway every time it snowed this winter. I had agreed to give him a favor in return. He was coming to collect. Will said he hadn’t slept in days, so he went to take a nap in the guest room while I got ready for my second guest.

I changed into a schoolgirl uniform and fixed two ponytails on either side of my head. The Lobsterman arrived on time. My Husband brought him down to the basement to have a smoke, get him relaxed so he’d finish faster. After they were stoned, my Husband led him to the living room to see me and discreetly left us alone.

“Miss May, you look like a centerfold,” he showered me with compliments as he undressed. The old man wore the same thing every time: jeans, a long-sleeve undershirt, a t-shirt that has the name of his vessel advertised on it. As he sat naked, I used my foot to fish out a blue cushion from under the couch. I kneeled on the cushion, positioned myself between his legs, and serviced his cock with my mouth. The old man loves to get sucked off.

“You’re my fantasy girl,” he cooed in his thick New England accent. “So passionate… so persistent…” His cock is bigger and fatter than what I can take so I held tight on the base with one hand and used the other to play with his balls until he unloaded deep in my throat.

“You make all my aches and pains go away.” He wiggled and giggled like a child.

“Thank you for making me your whore.” I kissed the rounded head of his cock before he dressed and left. It took all of fifteen minutes. I wiped off the ring of red lipstick smudged on the length of my thumb and forefinger. My Husband came downstairs to check on me, his thrill from hearing me moan and whimper apparent.

“I have a throat full of cum, Daddy!” I said to him. “I want more!”

“Go get your boy,” he encouraged.

I went upstairs and peeked into the guest room. Will was on the bed with his big cock out, stroking it. I asked him down to the living room. I got down on my knees between him and my husband and held a cock in each hand.

“You didn’t save me any cum?” Will asked.

“Choke me with your cock and we’ll get that cum back out.” I pushed his giant downturned cock into my throat and gagged on it. I regurgitated a string of cum onto his shaft. I turned to my Husband’s rock hard one and pushed him all the way into my cum-swirled throat. I alternated them in my sloppy mouth, took each of their thrusts as they held my head. My Husband’s fits my throat snugly, Will’s barely fits. I struggled when they both pushed into my mouth at once. Teary-eyed, I begged them to add their loads to the one I already had in my belly. They obliged. I swirled and swallowed all they had to give.

Snow piled up thick outside. We all napped till dark. We woke famished, had dinner, then went back upstairs to play some more. My Husband and my boyfriend, who collaborate amicably on electronic projects and mechanical games, did the same with my body tonight. They pushed their plugs into my ports together and alternated, tested connections, generated enough electric juice to keep me and my man going for the rest of the night. I am full of cum in all three of my feelings. I am a happy woman.

Anybody got sexy plans for the week?

Love, Lust, and Liberty,

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