tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56577802011-11-22T17:01:44.201+08:00The Inner SlutTo Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before: A Journey In Self-DiscoveryEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.comBlogger1201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1104562673049659642005-01-01T14:55:00.000+08:002007-06-07T21:19:58.179+08:00TIS2005The Inner Slut has moved to a new home! She posts here now.Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1103253737026028112004-12-17T11:21:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.771+08:002004 in Review
It's been more than a year since I started this blog. And what a year it's been! I can't believe that it's drawing to a close. I can't believe the friends I've made through my ramblings. I can't believe the ripples, small as they may seem, that this blog has caused through this wonderland called the net. Amazing.
Lessons affirmed
Define yourself Or your blog. Your universe is what you make ofEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1102179759863631802004-12-05T01:00:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.706+08:00Incredible
I met my Dale last Wednesday evening. It's been, what, a couple of months? Seems like it's getting to be a regular schedule, meeting me every other month. Oho! So what's this? A mistress complaining about the "schedule?" Unbelievable.
He does still call me up everyday. And he hasn't changed toward me. In fact, he's become more demonstrative. He kisses me a lot more now, and keeps me in his armsEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1100592793478377072004-11-16T16:11:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.642+08:00Parallel universes
A couple, sometime lovers, sat opposite each other over cups of coffee. After an extended silence, the man asks, almost to himself, "What are we?"
The woman stirred, shifted in her seat, and answered, "Strangers."
The woman asked, "What are we?" The man, almost startled by the voice, answered, "Shouldn't we be getting along?"
The man asked, "What are we?" The woman answered, "Strangers," but Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1100581425268476602004-11-16T13:02:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.580+08:00Into it
I'm not only back on track, I'm back into it as well.
Cliff is Dale five years ago. Short and stocky, thinning blond hair, very bright blue eyes. The difference is that Cliff's very much in touch with his intuitive side. That is what sets him apart from all the rest of the men I've met so far.
We met for coffee and talked for two hours. I found myself telling him things I don't even tell my Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1100157119338965352004-11-11T14:47:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.512+08:00Rules
Yes, we have to stick to the rules in this game; otherwise, we get in too deeply and come up with illogical expectations. The rules of this game ensure that parameters are set and respected, and that emotions don't get in the way of pleasure. Take it or leave it; that's the game The Inner Slut plays.
Tom knows the rules as well. Just because I "dumped" him for Cliff doesn't mean that he's Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1100062744082358352004-11-10T13:58:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.447+08:00For the record
The Inner Slut wants to be feted and waited on hand and foot, and doesn't want to be bothered by a conscience that keeps reminding her that the guy's money is better off supporting his business. When it became apparent that Tom couldn't even afford to buy me breakfast at his hotel the morning after, I had to end it because it was pitiful. I could feel The Inner Slut cringing, deeper and deeper Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1099972982186473382004-11-09T11:28:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.380+08:00Back on track
Yesterday morning, I said goodbye to Tom; that evening, I said hello to Cliff.
I've become so involved with Tom that I lost sight of what I was looking for and focused on his own particular needs. Meeting Cliff for the first time last night reminded me that this is all about me; that I wasn't looking to get too involved; that I wasn't going to entertain men who were "on a budget."
Becoming Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1099811776509084492004-11-07T15:11:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.314+08:00US elections: global perspective
I know that social and political topics are relegated to my other, dry and boring blog, but The Inner Slut and I believe that Randy David's article on the recently concluded US elections is a must-read for the intelligent life on this planet. I've reproduced the article in my other blog but, in any case, you can access the article here.Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1098565003379524142004-10-24T04:40:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.237+08:00Long time
It's been months since I last saw Patrick the Pilot. I didn't think he'd call me up again but he did, yesterday. What's more, he rebuked me for not having kept in touch. After all, he said, we are good friends, first and foremost. I was blown away.
What is it with pilots, I ask again. I have so many pilots in my "little black book," so to speak. Of course, there's the fact that they do get Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1098423671729392542004-10-22T13:16:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.139+08:00Coffee craving
I've been craving for a tall mug of real coffee lately. Starbucks just isn't coffee enough for me anymore. I should have gone to Figaro's.
Yesterday, I went to the mall to get a new battery for my fone. When I got there, the shops were still closed, except for Starbucks. So I went in and got myself a grande of coffee, sat at a table and waited. I soon got down to my usual habit of reviewing Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1098422125477499032004-10-22T13:14:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:24.044+08:00Burning a dream
I couldn't toss in the papers fast enough. The fire blazed with the same intensity that I hurled myself into law school.
It was 1993 and I had enrolled myself in the evening section, reserved for working students brave enough (or stupid enough) to dare to hurdle the demands of one of the country's premiere law schools. Some would say there are three; I say there are only two, one in Diliman, Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1098338854050192022004-10-21T14:04:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.919+08:00Burning bridges
I didn't report to work yesterday. I spent the whole day burning my bridges to the past -- literally. I took out all my paper files from work and school, and made a nice medium-sized pile. Then, my dad took out this huge metal drum and placed it out in a quiet, forsaken corner of the yard, for me to burn all that junk in.
First came all the outlines, lecture notes and sample exams from my yearsEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1098167764717329012004-10-19T14:29:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.840+08:00New blog
My blog list has changed. I've gotten rid of those that I no longer visit and kept the ones that I read everyday. Alexa's "A New York Escorts Confessions" is a very refreshing read every time. It's very honest and young, very open. There is innocence in her wonder at the world, yet deep insight often jumps at you at times.
Which led me to the realization that I haven't really been courageous Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1098076573894233032004-10-18T13:12:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.763+08:00Another chat with Tom...
Here's another good erotic chat with Tom. This was this morning.Tom : as my sex slave I need and want my asshole rimmed really good with that tongue of yours, so before we do that I need to be cleaned out
Me : good
Tom : tell me my cunt whore slave how are you going to do this
Me : ooohh, wait...lots of lube before i slip my finger in your asshole to relax it...slowly...gently...then 2 Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1097206801765724922004-10-08T11:36:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.674+08:00Apologies...
Correction:Sex and the City.My apologies to the fans of the series.Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1096865978363518832004-10-04T13:58:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.582+08:00Sex in the City
Interesting. I was just reading all about Sex in the City's Carrie Bradshaw. I never watched the series although all my girl friends did. While they were watching Sarah Jessica Parker, et al., I was watching Will & Grace. Then again, while everyone else was watching The West Wing, I was watching The Sopranos. That was when I still had time to watch tv.
So, am I anything like Carrie Bradshaw? Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1096436172985792552004-09-29T13:34:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.486+08:00FAQs
I never thought I'd ever get to have these but, anyway, here they are: Frequently Asked Questions!
These are the questions that are answerable by a thunderous no, a vehement uh-uh, a disgusted go-fuck-yourself, or words to that effect:
Can we meet?
Is Emyn Galad your real name?
Are you a fiction writer?
Do you get paid for this (i.e., writing in this blog)?
Are you a prostitute/Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1095937002671905732004-09-23T18:48:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.345+08:00Bad case of the flu
I've been sick since Tuesday. I get chills, they're multiplying. I feel like I've been run over by ten trucks, one after the other. I think it's viral. Anyway, Tom and I have been chatting everyday, and yesterday, he said he was looking forward to coming back before the year ends. Business seems to be good for him. And then he remarked that he was looking at anal training for me, slowly and Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1095043199962873782004-09-13T10:38:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.272+08:00Tom's toys
We used the jelly finger sleeves. Actually, I used it on Tom. The one with the small round dots all around it. Tom swears it felt really good up his ass. He did cum a lot. Then he put me on the table and used the double-ended jelly dildo. One end was a regular dildo while the other was actually a wand of anal beads. That end was for him, so while this huge jelly dildo was ripping my pussy apart,Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1094695642469238812004-09-09T10:05:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.206+08:00The magic is back
I finally saw my Dale last Saturday. He was so romantic, kissing my hand when I got to the meeting place. He'd put on a few more pounds and so contented himself with a bowl of fruit for lunch. Of course, he didn't offer to buy me lunch, the cheapskate. But we had a great time at the motel.
Again, no dry spot on the bed to lie on. We had to spread the blanket over the bed to lie in it. He was soEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1093854541340673812004-08-30T16:27:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.072+08:00My Dale's back!
My Dale left for New York two weeks ago. I haven't heard from him since. I sent him a couple of text messages greeting him a happy birthday but I've received no response. I didn't send him any emails but we never did email each other as there was always the phone. The last time he went to New York, some months ago, he called me up from his hotel room just to say hello. Of course, it could have Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1093409069589889512004-08-25T12:35:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:23.010+08:00The Inner Slut cummeth
The first thing that I realized when I started to recognize the Inner Slut is that there is a world of difference between love and lust, sex and romance. It was Alex/Felix who told me that men are dogs. His own words. At that time, I didn't know what he was talking about. It took some time. I guess I'm still discovering how men can be dogs in terms of sex.
That survey cited in the previous Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1093327882023842762004-08-24T14:02:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.947+08:00Thanks, Keith!
Interesting blog, Jazz & Poultry. From that site, allow me to reproduce here one particular entry that I find extremely intriguing in the light of the discussion so far:Sexual study
My wife told me about this study on sexual arousal. Apparently scientists were able to deduce that when men are aroused this will translate into wanting to have sexual relations. But the study found that when Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1093227781422091782004-08-23T10:16:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.876+08:00Common complaints
The "timidity" of the other half. That is a common complaint I get with the married men that I meet. It's very common among Filipina women. I started having sex when I was 18 but it was only last year that I finally learned what it was all about. I'll say it again: Filipino men and women don't know how to enjoy sex. As a general rule, of course.
Another common complaint is sex drive in Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1092373002692340412004-08-13T12:56:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.813+08:00Jake
I'm sick with worry over my Dale. I don't know what to think. Maybe he's bored with me already.
I was with Jake last night. Had a fun time. A better time, this time. He still loves to nibble on feet. Sucked on my toes as he fingered my pussy, while I rubbed my clit. He got really turned on by this. Unfortunately, I didn't have wet cums, only dry ones. I find these very frustrating. SurprisinglyEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1091161475501731662004-07-30T12:15:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.752+08:00Political musingsMy allegedly political essays on Iraq, the consequences of the Philippine withdrawal from that country, and the inanities of the Coalition of the Willing (Idiots) I've decided to post on my other, more domestic, blog.
The Inner Slut doesn't go there. Too cerebral. Or too domesticated. In other words, too boring.Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1090994023930303802004-07-28T13:52:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.685+08:00Jerry
Written the morning of the 27th, when the stupid server was still down:
I'm sitting here, supposed to be working on an update on the banner cases against the Marcoses and their cronies but, instead, reading Robert Ludlum's Bourne Supremacy and relishing every word. I'm actually smiling.
When this stupid server gets up and running, I'll be reading Tom's email. Most probably chatting with him Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1090913830479710452004-07-27T15:35:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.599+08:00What a release!
What is it with men from California that I find so appealing? Tom's just plain sweet, and gentle and warm. Selfish and a jerk at times, but mostly sweet. And then there's Stew, 45, 6" tall, married, flew fighter planes before becoming an international commercial pilot. Met him last night. I was just chatting with him via IM only last Friday and then Sunday evening, I received a text message fromEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1090469527842117782004-07-22T12:11:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.444+08:00The new Alex the New
I met Alex in September last year. As I remembered him, he was unremarkable. He didn't really make an impression. Of course, reviewing that entry now, it seemed that I enjoyed myself with him. I can't really remember that lockjaw-inspiring moment but I must have enjoyed it immensely. And I'm surprised that at that stage, I'd tried ass-licking and rimming. Anyway, Alex looked different. It was Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1090391860714040412004-07-21T14:36:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.319+08:00Back in the game
Got hit by an infection last Saturday and suffered a fever of 38.5 ce (101.3 fa). It's been a long time since I had chills. It felt strange and somehow brought back childhood memories. it was funny to see my feet so pale and to feel my toes so cold. My hands were cold, too. This, in the middle of the day in high humidity.
So I spent that weekend till Monday in front of the tv, watching movies Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1089689140332039842004-07-13T10:30:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.249+08:00World anger
Everyone's welcome here - to stay or to go. There's no need for abuse.
I understand anger. I'm an angry person myself. But I don't understand lashing out simply for the sake of. It accomplishes nothing. It doesn't just release negative energy; it expounds on it, increases it exponentially. If it doesn't get me tangible, useful results, I don't throw a tantrum. Mostly, I don't just get mad; I Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1089366046600239082004-07-09T17:22:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.189+08:00Numbers guy
I had dinner last night with Steve, an accountant for an American cosmetics company doing business in the Philippines. Surprisingly, this number-cruncher has a sense of humor.
In his mid-fifties, British-born, divorced with two grown sons, Steve is a very self-effacing, down-to-earth guy, and a confessed sub. He likes to be tied up and has a domme girlfriend in New York for these things.
I Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087984485281524372004-06-23T17:54:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.122+08:00...and goeth...
The most amazing thing happened last night with Bill, the X-G-Man.
His trannie friend begged off as s/he didn't feel comfortable performing with women. Marge couldn't make it due to a deadline. So it all ended with just Bill and me. We were both tired so the evening didn't start out very lively. I stood there at the door of his hotel room. looking at this portly fifty-ish-looking American, withEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087867198602449272004-06-22T09:10:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:22.059+08:00Bill, the X-G-Man, cometh...
This took place last week, the 16th, via IM.
Bill: Hello, sunshine!
Me: Hi, baby! How've you been?
Bill: I am fine and will be in Manila next week. Will you be around and horny?
Me: You bet. What's your sked like?
Bill: I will stay at _____ Hotel in Makati and arrive on 22nd.
Me: How long will you be staying? I thought you bought a condo unit last time you were here.
Bill: Only for thatEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087559402007038502004-06-18T19:49:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.996+08:00Thanks, Mike
Make your own happiness.
Yes. I have that. Some people would call it counting your blessings. But as I'm agnostic, I don't recognize blessings. I'm happy with family, friends, lovers. Happy with the people who matter. Happy with who and what I am. In fact, I'm so defined as a person that I'm unhappy.
I was just complaining to my Dale about how I wanted to push myself, to just take flight and Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087517678167455772004-06-18T08:10:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.916+08:00My game
This is my game:
When I'm out with a guy, I want to feel like I'm the only one. Never mind if it's just play-pretend. In fact, that's what the game is all about. For me. I don't play it because I want to go out to dinner at a fancy place, or go bar-hopping, or spend the night at some posh hotel, or -- horrors! -- because I want to please the guy I'm with. I play it because I like to feel good Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087458978055775122004-06-17T15:55:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.794+08:00Depressed rambling
My spirit is tired. And hungry. It wants to be filled with warmth and nurturing. It wants to be affirmed and recognized. It wants to live. It wants to love. For now, it feasts on Ennio Morricone's theme from Cinema Paradiso (piano solo).
The Inner Slut's angry with me about Tom. She wants me to forget the guy, turn my back on him and just ignore him. I don't think I'm going to hear from that Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087196954984933572004-06-14T15:06:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.722+08:00Dark out there...
When people end up hurting you, ignore them. People hurt you only when you let them. And when you let people hurt you, be sure it means that you've let them inside your world because you love them.
You never know people. There's only one way to get to know them, and disappointment and frustration are part of the package. Communication is a big part of this process. You stop at communicating, Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087180412869666532004-06-14T10:32:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.655+08:00Letter to Tom
Dear Tom,
You said something that I want to clear up: I'm blowing the whole thing out of proportion. Apparently, you don't appreciate what I've given you so far. Let me explain.
I'm the sort of person who doesn't have a lot of friends because I choose who I love and take to heart. I'm sure at one point in your life, you kept a box or envelop where you kept things -- letters, fotos, cards, Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1087013797113453892004-06-12T12:00:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.538+08:00What the...!
From Mario, early morning, today:
(3:04:22 AM): hi, my wife found my cellphone with your number. don't reply to any messages from me. bye...
This is too strange. So I guess we won't be meeting this afternoon then. Oh well. I'm meeting Tom tonight. He's going home on Monday morning and Marge and I were thinking we could have a threesome on Sunday evening. I was inviting John to join us but he Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1086946515834652162004-06-11T17:33:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.479+08:00Hmmmm...more!
Again, from Marge, today:
(12:25:46 PM): Hi!!! we had fun again last night...sex, dinner at Hue (again) in Greenbelt. Then watched live jazz concert at Grenbelt. Then coffee where we had fun people watching. He couldnt believe that those hot babes he were eyeing were "gays"! He also flirted with several women at the concert.. and at cafe havana... Fun altogether...It's your turn Saturday Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1086747707207804302004-06-09T10:20:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.421+08:00Hmmm...
From Marge, yesterday:
(7:56:26 AM): good am. tom and i had fun last night- he is wacky! he has all these little jokes. We got to try the black dildo and the butt plugs. i owe you one!Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1086666897535552772004-06-08T11:21:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.361+08:00Gaining
Something Carl said last Sunday when he called up that keeps repeating itself in my head. He said that he's never known anyone who can transform so much and so easily -- from good girl to whore -- so fast. He is, of course, talking about sex. His theory is that I have a split personality. He doesn't know how close he is to the truth.
Seems like the Inner Slut's getting stronger.Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1086591459405328542004-06-07T14:34:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.299+08:00Heat wave
I cannot believe how hot the sex was with Tom last Friday night. We stayed at his hotel room where there, at the foot of the bed, was a cushioned bench. It was actually great for fucking, with me lying on it, my arms above my head, and knees up, legs in the air. I thought I'd ask Tom to tie my hands to one end but we were just so into it. Perhaps next time.
He came all over my tummy and breastsEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1086327486671019812004-06-04T12:27:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.238+08:00New job
I got myself a new job writing decisions for an appellate court judge. I expect to start in two weeks. I handed in my application for that same job in 2002, but it was only recently that an opening was made available. He asked specifically for me. For two reasons: I do good legal writing, and he has the hots for me. Which should not be a problem, really, were it not for the fact that his second Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1086077317573104152004-06-01T16:07:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.118+08:00Another busy week
Let's see:
1. Met with John, Brit, 44, married to a Filipina, last Wednesday, the 26th;
2. Met with Mario, Italian, 50, married to a Filipina, last Monday, the 31st;
3. Meeting John again tomorrow, 6.30pm, for some fun;
4. Picking up Tom from the airport tomorrow midnight;
5. Meeting Dale sometime later this week.
Man, I am one busy girl!
What's a cool development is Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1085625428237148722004-05-27T10:36:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:21.060+08:00Bridges
I can't stop laughing. I've just been on the phone with my Dale who left last Friday, the 21st, for New York on a business trip. Yep, he was calling from his hotel room in New York. I was still in Baguio with Carl when I received his text message saying he was waiting to get on the plane for the city that never sleeps. I felt so bad that he had to leave without our seeing each other, and that I Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1085478677223476682004-05-25T17:49:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.994+08:00Big smile!
I find it intriguing that people actually read what I write here. And that some of these people positively react to what I write is, well, curious. I've seen blogs with lots of color and images and photos. Very attractive. And well written, too. There's a good local blog service that offers very affordable packages and I was thinking of moving this blog there. Then again, I don't really need Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1085460686691573172004-05-25T12:45:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.935+08:00Rain
I don't exactly know how to deal with the past week I spent with Carl. I'm usually pretty good at reading people, getting behind their motives and real intentions, but just when I really need it to work, my instincts fail me. I keep looking for that small sign of a slip-up, that break in character. There was none, or maybe I just didn't want to see it. He's just too good to be true.
He's the Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1084423697058367772004-05-13T12:35:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.862+08:00To show or not to show...
I've been contemplating posting a pic on my profile here on Blogger. It's not a face pic and it's really provocative, if that's the word. Terry took it and did a little magic on it with Photoshop. I, in turn, had a fun time with the filters in Photoshop.
I'm not with my celfone today. It didn't feel like coming with me to work so it stayed quietly underneath the pillows, not making a peep. Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1084272114579431002004-05-11T18:38:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.800+08:00The fear of living
Carl is arriving this Saturday evening from Australia. We've been talking on the fone, both excited over the prospect of a long term relationship. Or at least, that's what the undertones are all about. We both agree that such a topic would be better discussed face to face.
He says he's been looking at my pics (downloaded from the site) which are very naughty indeed. Well, I've been looking at Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1083724241266696602004-05-05T10:30:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.534+08:00Butterflies in my tummy
Carl's coming over to spend a week with me. Too much, too soon? I'm having nervous tension just thinking about the possibilities. I'm so darn bored with my life, I just might take up Carl on his offer. Read on...
To: Emyn Galad
From: Carl ________
Hi Sweet Emyn
Thanks so much for your special letter. Your words meant a lot to me and I appreciate you returning to me the feelings I have beenEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1083572674606490892004-05-03T16:24:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.470+08:00Danger! Danger!
How strange is this?
To: Emyn Galad
From: AnG
Subject: Watch out!!!
This refers to your liason with Mark ______ who is victimizing Filipina women the in the Phils. The man uses his Linden suites to screw women and fool them, being sweet and caring and boast of his sexual expertise. He has several Filipina women, there are those who are for the day and differents sets for the evening. I have Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1083230480739304442004-04-29T17:21:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.410+08:00Dance card"How many Toms do you have in your dance card?" Terry asked from out of the blue. He was having a lite beer, and I was nursing my vodka and tonic, by the poolside of his hotel. I looked at him with a smile growing on my face. I decided I wasn't going to answer the question, so I just laughed. "You don't want to answer that one, do you?"
I put my glass down and shrugged. "I haven't really Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1082682781041884682004-04-23T09:13:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.338+08:002 Days' Worth of CumTom, that sweet, sweet man, got me an AOL email account. So he could send me large files containing erotic fotos -- off the net and of himself! What a kooky guy! And so we could use the AOL instant messenger which allows instant foto sharing. Cool feature. The AOL Buddy List is a much more fun messenger than Yahoo IM. And the best part is I can send emails with up to 16 MB of attachments!
So oneEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1082420312746903302004-04-20T08:18:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.261+08:00VariationI saw my Dale on the 14th. He met me at the mall. I did a variation on the no-undies thing by taking off my undies in the car - to La Pallazo, the opera piece. Hilarious. We were laughing like high school kids all the way to the motel.
We were given the Alexandra's Crown room. It had a circular bed with interesting bed posts growing from the floor to hold up a crown overhead, with a mirror on Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1081819830831276162004-04-13T09:30:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.141+08:00PooperI am not seeing Dale tonite. A business associate is flying in from Sweden and Dale has to meet with him. I hate this. And I wore that pretty blouse that's Dale's favorite, and a denim mini-skirt. I was planning on not wearing any panties tonite and having Dale feel me up my skirt when I get in the car.
I hate this.
And then there's Bruce. American in his late forties. Talked to him on the Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1081747354680327792004-04-12T13:22:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:20.034+08:00Lent stillI was with a Black man last Friday night, Adrian. He's 49, American, travels a lot which, he says is the reason why he never married. He does have sons, grown men. He'svery decent, well-educated -- and cold. He was not interested in making friends, although he was very civil. He has a well preserved body, better than Tom's. I like Tom better. He's warm and a friend, more than a fucking buddy. Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1081745741421433252004-04-09T12:54:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:18.219+08:00LentIt's Good Friday and I'm at work. Seems like the only time I can really do what I need to do around here is when there's no one asking me for this or that. And when there's no internet connection. I have such an active net life.
I'm looking forward to May as I'm meeting Carl then. I'm taking him to Baguio for a few days. I think he's looking for a wife. That actually scares me. But there's Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1081322967795891042004-04-07T15:29:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:18.158+08:00Wants...What does the Inner Slut want?
1. Sweet, sweet men, like Tom and Bill.
2. More time for meeting more men.
3. Men who are articulate, and in touch with their real selves.
4. More grey matter, less ego.
5. Soft, clean, cool sheets on a large bed, with lots of big, soft pillows.
6. Airconditioning.
7. A man's deep, refined voice whispering in her ear, telling her she's so special.
8.Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1081157201814948742004-04-05T17:26:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:18.098+08:00In good handsIt started with Terry. He gently took my hand and placed it over my pussy. I knew what he wanted, to watch me as I rubbed my clit. Although I've never masturbated that way before, I obliged as the pleasure was quite apparent on his face.
I masturbate but I don't touch myself. Just last night, I read that there are two kinds of female orgasm: clitoral and vaginal. I've been making myself cum, Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1079756564271922102004-03-20T12:22:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:18.036+08:00Stalkers AnonymousI was just on the phone with my Dale and we were talking about our fascination with surveillance. He'd rather call it stalking. We both like the idea of gathering information about people. I like the use of gadgets in getting information, to sell, or to use against the person. You know, to put me in a position of power over the subject, or the "stalkee."
Dale: You'd be surprised how much Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1079592196035453052004-03-18T14:43:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.975+08:00Hard to holdChatting with Terry earlier. He's in Hong Kong. He's coming back end of the month and wants to photograph me. He says my face is very photographable. Well, he is, after all, a professional shutterbug so... I've always thought of myself as unphotogenic. Let's see what the guy can do. If he can make me look gorgeous, I shall sing his praises (as a photographer) to the high heavens. And he says I'mEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1079423076025936212004-03-16T15:44:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.914+08:00Have you ever been in love?When a guy asks you that, what do you say? Woud you be at a loss for words? I wasn't. I had a ready answer. Only because I'd thought about it years ago. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that it came from Terry. He is, after all, Scorpio.
Scorpio people have always been intense. They're emotive and emotional which is very difficult to handle, especially when you're trying to have a fun time. IEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1078914258421172882004-03-10T18:24:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.849+08:00RealizationTalked to my Dale today on the phone. He was having problems printing an email attachment, a graphic, some spoof of the MS Explorer menus.
"I keep getting this Photo something or other program..." he said.
"Photo Something?" I asked, my brows coming together. "Are you downloading to Yahoo Photos?"
"Ah -- yes. Why?"
"Sweetie, why don't you just download the thing to your harddrive, and open itEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1078725042741426102004-03-08T13:50:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.788+08:00What a weekThursday evening, was with Terry, mid-40s, Aussie, ex-journalist, 25 years gallivanting around Asia, presently an employee for a large multinational company in some industry or other. Big guy -- in all respects, very generous. Very horny. Trust a Scorpio to stir things up a bit. It was exciting. Watched me as I rubbed my clit and squirmed under his legs that were as thick as tree trunks.
He Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1078206414604772182004-03-02T13:46:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.722+08:00Increased activityThere seems to be an increase in the activity of netizens in the personals sites these days. I mean, really, during the last quarter of last year till January this year, I haven't had much invitation from fresh blood. Then, of a sudden, my inboxes (uh, yes, I happen to be all over the net) are full. Interestingly, most are men in their mid-40s to mid-50s looking for a long-term relationship.
Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1077620516387424172004-02-24T19:01:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.648+08:00Surprise!Will wonders never cease.
Was with a 37-year-old Aussie this morning, Tony was his name. Good looking guy, imports watches, jewelry, diamonds, married to a Filipina. Nice dick, hot and hard, just the right size, around six inches and thick enough. For some reason, I just wanted to suck cock. His was circumcised and clean, no offensive odors. And he had a body just like Chris', round and firm andEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1077513163788937142004-02-23T13:12:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.581+08:00Proper goodbyesI'm losing my Dale.
How do you say proper goodbyes? Lines like "It was fun while it lasted" come to mind. But it was more than just fun. That's the problem.
Dale took me deeper into my self more than anyone ever has. With him, the Inner Slut came alive and thrived. She had never achieved greater confidence than with Dale. She had never been more of a woman than with this man.
So how do I say Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1077507358591678422004-02-23T11:35:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.520+08:00Defining the good fuckI don't really know how to take this but -- I'm being read by college boys. One was sweet enough to offer to fuck me. Thanks, but, uh...
What is a good fuck, anyway? Why do I hesitate with young men in their 20s? Even in their early 30s? Because there's more to a good fuck than just staying power. What the fuck, Dale doesn't even use his dick but he's the best fuck I've ever had and will Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1077260234173852242004-02-20T14:57:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.462+08:00Bad fuckI was with Jake last night. He's really sweet. Not as sweet as Patrick but, still sweet. He loves to kiss and nibble at legs and feet. That was different. He said I had pretty feet. Well, I am proud of my feet. And they are pretty.
Unfortunately, he's not that good a fuck. Perhaps it's because it's the first time. He's very passionate. But we started to talk about work and his plans of getting Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1077154574700800582004-02-19T09:36:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.405+08:00Down & outNo Dale tonight. Nor any other day this week. Very sad.
He sounded very tired on the fone. He had gone to bed around 9.30 last night, he said, and woke up at 4 am, thinking of me. I just wanted to cry, I miss him so much. It's been three weeks! And all I have to show for it is one bad fucking dickhead, cold as hell.
Went to the gym this morning. Third time this week! Wow. Actually spent five Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1077086955444361352004-02-18T14:49:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.344+08:00Second time aroundHad a rather roundabout chat with Chris yesterday via instant messenger. (See posts of 19 and 29 November 2003.)
Me: Hi! How are you?
Chris: Fine, what about you ?
Me: Fine thanks. So do we meet tomorrow?
Chris: Sure, but can we do it a bit later ? Let's say 9 am ?
(Thirty minutes...)
Me: No problem. 9am, Starbucks, SP Mall
Chris: Having second thoughts about Starbucks...somebody might Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1076632489869107632004-02-12T19:00:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.282+08:00Saved7pm, and I was just on the fone with my Dale. He's had a very busy day. I'm such a fool to doubt him. I am so insecure.
I got him Arthur Golden's book, Memoirs of a Geisha. That is such a wonderful book. It really transports you to that period in Japan. I'm also getting him Lighthouse Family's cd, Postcards From Heaven. I find that album very relaxing. There's this song in the album that I Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1076494549077022282004-02-11T18:15:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.225+08:00Losing itDale called me up on my mobile fone last night, at half past 11. He had just landed at the airport and was in a taxi for home. We chatted for a few minutes and, as I was scared that he might rip his mouth from too much yawning, sent him home. He promised to call the next morning.
I missed that call as I was still in bed at home when he sent me a text message confirming if I was already at my Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1076410723259128832004-02-10T18:58:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.164+08:00My Aunt Flo; A ProposalI got my monthly visit from Aunt Flo last night. She's staying for a week. I feel so awful.
Dale's in Hong Kong. I don't know what it is, but I get the feeling he's slowly distancing himself from me. He didn't call in the morning this past two days. Monday, he called in the late afternoon but I had already left. He sent a couple of text mesasges but, since he was so busy, I let him go. I was Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1076066697712670412004-02-06T19:24:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.107+08:00Pizza with a twistI had lunch with my Dale today at California Pizza Kitchen. Big, airy place, lots of huge windows to let the sunshine in. He ordered for us. I was at peace, feeling spoiled and taken care of, not having to make any decisions at all. Dale is a sub's dream.
I was wearing my low-cut blouse with the pretty light pink and green floral print, and my new bra which showed off my cleavage to full Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1075801904186915892004-02-03T17:51:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:17.046+08:00The next stepIt's finally there, this "arrangement" with Dale. Who am I kidding. It stopped being an arrangement weeks ago. It's now a relationship, and officially so. Yesterday, he said those three dreaded words, "I love you," over the phone. He was saying bye and he muttered something. It was only after I put the receiver down that I realized what he had said.
Oh, but did my chinky eyes grow wide as wide Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1075423063483765582004-01-30T08:37:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.984+08:00Call girlsI sent Dale the url to Belle de Jour's blog and he said that it was very entertaining. I voiced out my interest in becoming a call girl. He laughed, saying I wouldn't enjoy it as it would turn out to be work and not fun. Well, I said, if I could have fun and get good money for having fun, that wouldn't be too bad at all. He laughed again. He cited this line from Belle de Jour, saying that call Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1075199816009540712004-01-27T18:36:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.924+08:00Is it porn?I was just wondering if I had a readership and found a comment to an earlier post. The guy (yes! a guy) stated that he got a hard-on reading that post. I replied that I didn't exactly know how to react.
I suppose I should be flattered that a few paragraphs from me gave a guy a hard-on. But is it porn?
Is it?Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1075199548847430692004-01-27T18:32:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.859+08:00New nameI just thought that a journal should reflect what it contains, and what purpose it serves. It's a basic principle in marketing, really: tell the world what you're selling. People won't buy if they don't know what's for sale. In the same manner, people won't show interest if they don't understand.
So does this mean that I'm writing for a readership? Sure. This is not just a journal anymore. It's Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1074931963464917042004-01-24T16:12:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.804+08:00PatrickMet up with Patrick last night. I was supposed to go home early so I can get some rest for the exam today, but got to bed around 2 in the morning. Brought Pat home to my place and had an hour rolling around in bed. It wasn't that good, but it was definitely better than the first time. This time, he asked me to kiss him with an open mouth and eat his mouth. He also wanted to see me play with Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1074757535149492712004-01-22T15:45:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.747+08:00Going for the record & breaking itA coupla days ago, I met with this 43-year-old Frenchman, Greg. He has his own management consultancy here. Very courteous, mellow, very French in speech and mannerisms. I liked what I saw so I agreed to accompany him back to his place. He had a lot of books and music cds. He had very nice hands. But he had a small dick that couldn't get hard enough. We were only half an hour at it. I didn't evenEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1074158297913785512004-01-15T17:18:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.686+08:00Hello again!Guess who's called? Patrick. That young Pinoy pilot who is so good-looking and sweet and affectionate. The one whose wife had an affair with a lesbian. He sounded excited that I have my own place now. Actually wanted to drop by this weekend but, as Nelson's going to be there, we'll see if we can meet next week.
I really must have curtains. And a rug. Not to mention wire racks for the kitchen. Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1074145265252972652004-01-15T13:41:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.631+08:00ScaredI was just on the phone with Dale--again. The second time today. He called to tell me he'd read my email, quoted earlier, and had replied to it, also quoted earlier.
He said that he hopes that I know how much he feels for me. "I don't," I replied. He faltered for half a second and went on to funny things. I did clarify my answer later on. I said that I didn't want to know how much he felt for meEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1074143973921866532004-01-15T13:19:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.569+08:00Question & answerFrom my dearest Dale:
"I hope you know sweetheart how much I feel about you, I would hate to stifle you and I love your free spirit. My time with you is very precious to me and I enjoy it whether talking to you on the phone or when I am with you.
"I think the best thing I can say about our relationship is the more I know you, the more I know about myself.
"I am also reminded of a song by Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1073889345078294642004-01-12T14:35:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.503+08:00Year of the Monkey: 22 Jan. 2004Art had been sending me text messages since last week, persisting in his invitation to play again. I wasn't in the mood for him and his wife. Like I said, they weren't good at all. I suppose they're good enough for each other. I don't find them exciting. I'd like to have Art alone, though. He could learn to please me, that's for sure.
Stevie
Last Friday, I met with this 34-year-old stock traderEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1073527113589880402004-01-08T09:58:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.440+08:00ThreesomeFinally! I met with Art and Ana on the evening of the 2nd. It was a letdown. They weren't all that good, either of them. But I did do it with Ana. She's very clean, and round and voluptuous. She liked my breasts very much. Art just liked me very much. He was very tender and could have been loving, but I guess he didn't dare, with his wife around.
I didn't come at all. I'm so used to Dale alreadyEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1072059196721504572003-12-22T10:13:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.319+08:00New blogI've a new blog for my new big adventure or misadventure of moving into my own place. I don't really know if I'd be able to maintain two separate blogs. How to separate the home life from the social. Hmmm....Anyway, here goes!
So sweet...
Dale called me up this morning. We're meeting on the 27th for, in his words, "more time together than the usual coupla'hours." He said he thinks of me all theEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1071654712444777572003-12-17T17:51:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.262+08:00FantasiesI've linked to a great blog, Belle de Jour: Diary of a London Call Girl. Great writing. Simple design. Just great.
Dale gave me this book by Nancy Friday. Women on Top. It's about women's sexual fantasies. I'm reading it and I'm going, whoa! Like Dale said, it's not an eye-opener but it is affirming. It is.
My fantasy: He's a French businessman, in his early 40s. He's rich, of course, and jadedEmyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1071649500980255102003-12-16T20:25:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.203+08:00In deep water or shit, who knows?It's been sometime. The most siginificant thing that's happened is that Dale now calls me up on the phone everyday, on weekdays. He sends me funny stuff on the net. He's told me stories about his family, his own adventures and misadventures. We went out last week. We had dinner at this Indian-Malaysian-Indonesian resto where the food was great. Fantastic curry.
He is such a good Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1070088029315596312003-11-29T14:40:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.147+08:00And then some...There seems to be a pattern emerging here. I've met two dickheads who are such handsome guys, Chris and, recently, Patrick, yet they're such terrible fucks.
Patrick
Patrick's a pilot for a charter company. He's 32, Filipino, married with two kids. He says his wife had an affair with a lesbian. I don't blame her. Although Patrick's very handsome, very virile, very sweet and charming, very Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1069206967770320702003-11-19T09:56:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.081+08:00Relationships 2I was describing Francis the last time. I saw him off last night, off to the province for a court hearing. We had half an hour together. We just sat in the car telling jokes. He grabbed my hand several times to kiss it. He cupped my chin in his hand several times, telling me how pretty I was. He kissed me several times like he would his daughter.
From this email message he sent me, you can see Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1068799174466751982003-11-14T16:39:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:16.026+08:00RelationshipsI met with Dale the other night. He had just come back from New York on business and brought me back a gift for my birthday, a gold tricolor anklet -- from Macy's. Very sweet. He is such a skillful partner. Again, no fucking, just fingers. And again, I squirted cum through his fingers like I was a damn fountain. I must have cum more than six times like that. It felt really good.
I was Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1068076830123947122003-11-06T08:00:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:15.970+08:00Crossing the bar...It's my birthday today. Forty years old and with nothing to show for it. SMS birthday greetings have been coming in steadily. Nice to know that there are people out there who think of me. Even Art sent me an SMS, at a little past 12 midnight last night. That was very sweet.
And Renaud even sent me a greeting. Followed by Mara's. Now it's confirmed: Mara's seeing Renaud exclusively. I don't know Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1067840912642547092003-11-03T14:28:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:15.911+08:00There is no dying...I am an idiot. After further exchange of emails with Mau, I have lost all contact with him. After I surrendered myself to him, he has failed to reply to my messages -- thru email, thru messenger, thru SMS. I think it's because I informed him that my friend, Tess, was no longer interested in seeing men other than her current interest and thus, dashed his hopes of having a threesome upon the rocks Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1067386406962035152003-10-29T08:13:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:15.839+08:00Todays & tomorrowsI am an angry person. I look at the skies and am reminded of past Christamases, the joy of family and the holidays, and my anger sits and waits patiently for me to forget. It doesn't take much for me to forget. And when I do, it looms above me and preys on my fears and insecurities. It thrives on them and grows fat on all my obsessions.
My anger is precious to me. How else to explain my Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1067328103661976192003-10-28T16:01:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:15.779+08:00Death and freedomI finally met Mau last Sunday. Just to meet. He doesn't look anything like his picture that he sent me. He insists he is not a predator but that was exactly how he looked, sitting there across me at the table, sipping his coffee. As I felt his presence grow increasingly stronger, engulfing my own pitiful blind insignificant self, I could feel myself crumble and fall into pieces. It was strange Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5657780.post-1066454496574550392003-10-18T13:21:00.000+08:002006-10-19T15:20:15.719+08:00New horizonsI was supposed to meet with Art and Anna last Saturday, for that threesome at last. It didn't push through. Art said it was because Anna still had her period. I don't know. Maybe, maybe not. And then she left for Singapore for the week. She's supposed to come home tomorrow, Sunday. So no go. I was on the phone with Art a couple of times this week. Earlier, he floated the idea that he wanted to Emyn Galadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18275060807260968395noreply@blogger.com0