I’ll be on Rock Ed Radio in Manila on Thursday, February 2 at 9 pm. Tune in to Jam 88.3 fm on Manila radio. Elsewhere you can watch the ustream on the jam883.fm website. (That’s 5 am in California, 8 am Eastern, and all the smart people who live in between those two time zones can figure it out.)

Gang Badoy, who interviewed me for the Esquire Philippines article, hosts the show. She said she’s expecting phone-in questions from listeners here in Metro Manila, but if you’re planning on watching online and want to ask me any questions about sex, porn, art, anything except how to find parking in metropolitan areas, I suppose you could tweet me @maylingsu. I’ll check my feed at some point during the 2-hour show (like when we run out of things to talk about or suddenly hit dead air).

Rock ‘n, Rock ‘n Roll Radio, let’s go!

All packed up and ready to go. It seems like we’ve been packing forever. We started putting our stuff into storage in November, took a break for the holidays so we can spend time with family, then it’s back to finishing up putting things away.

We’ve done all this before when we packed up our stuff to move to Maine for a year. I admit I like shaking up my life this way. It helps me re-examine what’s important and what I can live without.

I must be a vagabond at heart. A nomad. A gypsy. I love to move. I love exploring new places, meeting new people, learning their ways. It’s as if I have lived a million lives. I’ve been a child in Manila, a struggling actress in New York City, a dot-com millionaire in Silicon Valley, a Las Vegas porn star for a night, a haunted mermaid in Maine and a beach mom in Half Moon Bay.

What new and exciting lives will I lead in the coming years?

See the rest of this set of photos at MAYCAM.

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I love these guys! They are so beautiful! Josh’s hair has grown longer and blonder. His smile is luminous. His body is always perfectly smooth and muscled in all the right places. Josh is the archetypal California surfer and skateboard punk. In contrast, Jay is the archetypal East Coast art school punk. He has long dark hair, dark eyes framed with long lashes and dark framed glasses. His skin is pale, also perfectly smooth with lean muscles. I’m the luckiest gal in the world.

And they work so hard to satisfy me! They both like to be upright while boning me, so it’s tricky getting both of them in. Their pelvises have to work around each other to get to me, and then grind deep into me till I cry out in orgasm. Yes!!!

Frankly I wasn’t thinking about the beauty benefits of semen on my skin when I let these guys cum all over my face. I let them because they wanted to, and that’s the kind of relationship we have, that of fulfilling each others’ desires. After we were done I just wiped the cum off my face gently and showered.

But a few days later when I was out with my mother, she remarked on how my skin looked fabulously smooth and glowing. Mind you, I’m a girl whose teenage years were peppered with skin problems. My mother (yes, the same one – I only have one!) dragged me from dermatologist to dermatologist, completely baffled that she, with perfect porcelain skin, would spawn a child who sprouted pimples on her cheeks. So you see, my mother’s remark on my skin meant something to me. I had to bite my lip from blurting out, “Thanks, Mom. I just had a couple of beautiful men cum on my face a couple of days ago. It’s the most fabulous skin cream in the world. You mean you haven’t heard of Cleopatra’s beauty secret?”

Watch the action at MAYCAM: Hotel Hottie.

The article about me published in last month’s Esquire Philippines is now online. Go read my interview with Gang Badoy and check out the art by Gamo Tuano. It’s so lovely!

Big Wave, by Mayumi Haryoto, a tribute to Katsuhika Hokusai’s The Great Wave

The sun set shortly after five. It was the last day of November. Over the past year Jay and I had been taking hikes up at Mavericks while our kid did gymnastics. Lately it’s been getting dark too soon.

I don’t know what came over us that night. It could have been the balmy evening, the resplendent sunset as we drove down Devil’s Slide on the way, or the desire to say goodbye to a place we had come to call our own.

We crossed the wooden bridge that brought us across the wetlands to the foot of the hill, then decided on the white gravel path that slowly inclined up to the top of the hill, instead of the usual steep narrow dirt path we took in daylight. The gravel reflected the bright waxing moon, lighting our way. Every so often we stopped to look up at the stars and trace constellations. We saw a big star that didn’t twinkle next to the moon. Is that Venus?

We reached the top of the hill and settled on a park bench overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The ocean sparkled. Two buoys danced their lights in the distance. There was no one else but us on land or on sea.

The cool wind brought me into Jay’s arms. He was wearing a thick hooded coat with a fuzzy lining. I snuggled in and kissed him. His mouth warmed me. My hands wandered down to his button fly, searching for something hot and hard. He stood up to helped me find it, unbuckled and unbuttoned, so I could put it in my mouth.

His cock was like hot cocoa on a winter night. I took it in all the way into my throat and rubbed it on the soft tissues of my mouth. Jay covered my head with his warm fuzzy hoodie as I sucked on him. My mouth got wetter as I pushed his engorged cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I was so hungry. I wanted to swallow him whole.

I stopped for a second to look up at him. He smile lit up like a moon. I wanted some of that.

I unbuckled and unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled my jeans off my butt. I rested my knees on the bench and bent holding on to the backrest. Jay pulled my hips to him and directed his cock into my ass. Hot and hard, his fucking warmed me up from the inside. I lay my face closer to the back of the bench, clutching hard as he pounded my ass, both of us making heat while mooning the frigid waves behind us.

“You have a choice,” Jay whispered behind my ear. “I could cum in your mouth or I could cum in your ass.”

My mind reeled. I was lost in ecstasy and Jay reminded me of his urgency. A mouthful of cum straight out of my anus? Easier to clean up but… letting him cum up my ass and keep fucking me while he cums… I was cumming myself. I could feel the wave coming and it was getting stronger and stronger as it approached.

“Cum in my ass,” I whimpered. “Keep fucking me, don’t stop!”

He joined my orgasm, my big wave elevated by his. I half expected a great wave to come up behind us and take us away. We held each other as the wave passed shaking us out of our skin and bones, held each other till we were spent on the hill.

Neither of us had any tissue paper or napkins. I squatted by a shrub and holding my jeans and panties out of range, let out a piss. Jay pissed over another spot and we both laughed at totally unprepared and spontaneous the moment had been. The cool wind quickly dried me so I could compose myself before heading back downhill.

As we hiked back down I pointed out something huge and yellow on the horizon. Is that Venus? It couldn’t be a boat, unless it was on fire. It was Venus, its light amplified by Earth’s atmosphere as it set on the horizon of the Pacific Ocean, sending us off on our next life.

May Ling Su at Mavericks, see the whole set at MAYCAM

We’re moving. So there, it’s out. We’re packing our things into storage so we can hop on a plane to the Philippines. But before the boxes got filled I took some photos of my favorite sexy things: my books!

Books by Anais Nin, Best Women’s Erotica edited by Violet Blue, Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille, several volumes by the Marquis de Sade, Revenge by Ellen von Unwerth, The Lover by Marguerite Duras, How to Write a Dirty Story by Susie Bright, Digital Diaries by Natacha Merritt, The Joy of Writing Sex by Elizabeth Benedict. At the top, Pink Box by Joan Sinclair.

Black Feathers by Cecilia Tan, The Sensuous Woman (and The Sensuos Man, covered in a map of Europe by my first lover, who borrowed the book from me ages ago – remember these from the ’70s?), more de Sade.

Suicide Girls by Missy Suicide, NYC Sex: How New York Transformed Sex in America by Grady Turner etc, my autographed copy of The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage by Midori, New York Girls by Richard Kern, my autographed copy of XXX: 30 Porn Star Portraits by Timothy Greenfield-Sanders, and Franz von Bayros. Ever heard of him? Here are some drawings from the book:

Oooh, and cards! Olivia trading cards!

Sexy tarot cards…

… I will miss them all.