Continued from Sexiest Filipino Bloggers

FIRESTARTERS

Tales from a Former Catholic School Girl

Xenia Maria is one of the first few Philippines bloggers who advocated Safe Sex and also the first Sexy Filipina to pose topless for Boobie-Thon (a fund raiser for Breast Cancer Research).

Love Translated
(also here)

Tintin is the first sexy Filipina to join Fine Fools. Her how to be sexy tips in is in the same breath as those of Cosmopolitan Magazine (this is because Fine fools already has Melissa Gira covering sex blogging). Her Mr. Anonymous series is interesting - a meme disguised in a letter-interview form.

Jac Strips For You

Jac is the creator of Pilya, without a doubt, one of the sexiest drawn character ever conceived by a Sexy Filipina.

The Pornographic Sofa

Quel is the first Sexy Filipina blogger to aggregate pornography (an idea she brewed for her Online Writing Class).

Despite being outside the realms of the Sexiest Filipino Bloggers as defined before, I made an exception for them, for being pioneers.

QUIET STORMS

to norway on a bicycle

Many times reading her blog entries, I am lulled into a dream, floating in the inner sanctum of her transcendence. Of all the Philippine bloggers, she most resemble the spirit of Anais Nin. Transience is a woman of daunting surreal brilliance. Her shifting fierceness warms, caress:

remember how you left me? gasping in awe, lips and legs slightly parted to your memory. i have a feeling that when we talk on the phone tonight, i will tell you, matter-of-factly, as if ordering an apéritif, "do me till i can't breathe." and maybe as an afterthought, "like bunnies. let's do it like bunnies." and you will tell me, gently, to wait until you come home again.

you charm the storied world right out of me. until there is nothing left but this itch i can't quite scratch. this tingling of senses like raw, exposed nerves. this sticky-sweet emptiness that experts on the matter would call LOVE.

• you make me feel like i wanna be a dumb blonde in a centerfold

let's happen right now.

should i straddle you like this and let my hair cover your face like this, wrap my weakness around you like this and grip you tightly by the waist like this? should you put your trembling lips to my throat like this to whisper my name in some odd, groaning fashion like this, suck the heat from off my skin and let it cling to your mouth sweetly like this? i've yet to take leave of this body and misplace my soul through my hips and eyes, my cries and clenched fingers.

• an intervening space

Not Even Wensleydale?

How could so much alienation engulf a woman? It's as if she took all my past lovers' submerged longing and unleashed it in her pathos. Reading wensleydales' blog is gut-wrenching intimate, as I loved and lived with parts, parcels and versions of women resembling her. I steel myself, fighting the urge to not read the rest of her blog, but alas I could never stay away, for her narrrative state of being lost, of not grasping a root, etched her truth and her humanity in mine:

I miss making love.

It has been months since that last real one. He had this very small farm in Tagaytay, somewhere after the palengke. It had rows and rows of Italian eggplant which they supply to restaurants in Makati. We met exactly a year before.

...After you settle down in this small shed, you notice the cool breeze. From there, you can watch the farm slope down the side of the hill. And beyond that, the great land of Cavite and Laguna. I have always loved the feeling of the wind in between my legs. (I almost always wear a skirt.)

...In the dying light, we tumble down the rows of eggplants. He is holding my hand. He is such a nice date, for a man. I remain surprised. I also date women, more often now, but some guys still catch me off-guard and I let myself go with the flow.

...The small house is a rest house, with basic everything. It reminds me of the condo I had before at Citiland. Bed, kitchenette, bathroom, aircon. The bed has a thin styrofoam cushion. While naked, he recites a sonnet which he memorized. Cute. It is his first time to have sex.

• Out Of Nothing At All

She was my friend, perhaps even my best friend then, and I haven't told her that I was bi.

I was so scared to look at her eyes. Her chinky, honest eyes.

But I did and I didn't do anything. What happened next was totally unexpected--I suddenly felt extremely protected and comfortable. I held her hand and put my head on her arm. I closed my eyes.

I miss her so much: have a happy birthday, you.

• Legs, Legs, Legs Mo Ay Nakakasilaw

I went to a cuddle party last Sunday. The rules are simple: wear sleeping clothes, like pajamas, no sex, kissing allowed but no tongue, and cuddle all afternoon.

...Bit by bit. I remembered all hugs and touches and holds and nearness throughout my life. The good ones, the bad ones. I remembered the violence.

I felt a breath on me, then a voice: you're crying.

• My First Cuddle Party

Full Moon Obsession

As I recited shishu's cadence, I imagined the sounds of Sappho lingering, echoing in the distant shore, like a coconut leaves freeing itself from the stem, swaying in the wind to the tone of her voice - singing hushing to her melancholic Eros:

Ikaw na nakikinig sa talas ng aking hininga

Ikaw na nananabik, nananabik

Lumapit

Hawakan ang mga ulap na naninimdim

Halina’t mawala

Tumingin sa aking mga mata

Halikan mo ang aking mga luha

• Ikaw

Like singing an unwritten song of devotion.

Humming passionately those warm whispers.

Like feeling a damp skin with blushing cheeks.

Stroking the strands of emotions rushing through.

Like seeing radiance with eyes half closed.

Rubbing the orifice of bliss with those subtle cues.

Like floating while holding on to nothing.

Reaching it with hands clenched.

• Sensual Post

The rising and falling of your chest rocked me to a shallow slumber with the rhythm of your heart like lullaby to my soul.

And as I inhaled, there’s this dense cloud that filled me up inside…

A warm smile and then a kiss…

Plus a hundred and three more…

• Comfort Zone

It was just amazing how two bodies connect in all pure thoughts conjured by love. Despite the distance.

Feel the passion burning up inside while reading each other’s desires.

Euphoric. Like little sparkling butterflies dancing through your skin.

The breathing was so deep and intense that the air around warms up…

Like a blanket in the cold wee hours of the morning.

• Telepathic Flirtations

Renaissance Girl

I knew women whose tongues wet their lips, circling it around, their eyes chinking from Havaianas to Manolos. Monaluz, captures the prurient appetite, the fetish love affair at an unmoving curves:

I fell in lust the moment I saw her.

Her skin was smooth and golden. She was as tall as she was stunning. And even as she sat behind a glass window that balmy summer afternoon, I noticed her styled visage were characteristic of an elite pedigree mere mortals like me only read about in the society pages.

She was oblivious to the many eyes that caressed her form with their lingering stares. Yet in the subtle way the tiny, tasteful Swarovski crystals that adorned her perfectly-shaped body reflected the afternoon sun, I knew she yearned to be wanted.

In a moment of pure abandon, I approached her. I wanted her more than anything. The idea of undressing and feeling her against my skin filled me with anxious excitement. My heart beat faster until it felt like a vibrating motor under chest, as I stood in the same room as this resplendent elegance.

I walked to the counter and spoke with nervous urgency, "Miss, do you have THAT stiletto in a size eight?"

• The Seduction

Contradiction In Terms

How I ache for Nikki's drawings of lucid exactness, the portrayal of her exquisite sillhouettes - like a bending tree, who choose to flex at the onslaught of a blinding monsoon, her root standing firm to dance at her own whim:

...just imagine being touched by someone for whom touch is such a primary sense. Imagine their fingers, sensitive and questing and knowing and sure, all at the same time. Imagine how their lips would explore you, inch by inch, staking their claim on a journey of tactile discovery. Imagine how every gasp, every moan, every whimper would mean something, would speak volumes. Imagine them learning the scent of your skin, the sound and feel and taste of you, all the secret signals that make you quiver and arch and writhe. Imagine them doing it again and again again, until you, too, are sightless and senseless and mindless with delight and desire and despair.

• Blind Lust

The Big, Wide World

Cathy craves, grasping for the matching wit of an entwining peer - that elusive embrace of a soul-mind-body-mate festooned on top of her independence. Here here's a toast to a woman who knows what she wants, and here's hoping that she finds her doppleganger:

So we were in bed, talking, chatting...and I'm not sure how it happened but I fell asleep in his arms. I could feel his heart beating so fast and I knew that this was the most reassuring feeling that I've felt in a long time. I knew that he had nothing but good intentions. In my head, however, I was cursing myself for putting myself at such an awkward situation. I was afraid that this may ruin our friendship. When I woke up, he didn't want to let go, but I said that I had to think.

I was also worried because he wasn't physically atractive. I mean we connect in many levels, but I'm afraid that I may be too shallow to actually look beyond that. I'm afraid that I'm actually throwing out a good product because it doesn't come in a pretty package. I'm also not sure if I'm actually ready to take the plunge. I'm not ready to enter into a relationship wherein a guy and I dont connect on all levels.

I'm afraid when we meet up next week. The way I act will define our relationship from hereon. I don't want to screw things up with him. I genuinely like hanging out with him. DAmn him. why did he have to complicate things?

• Huh

Over time, I've discovered that a man's diet affects the taste of spunk.

...Anyway, I noticed a slight "old wood-sy" flavor in his spunk, akin to the "woodsy" flavor wilted lettuce acquires.

I told him about this and he suggested that he start eating pineapples (or "ananas," its Indonesian name), because he heard that it improves the flavor of spunk. Lo and behold, it did! It started smelling...uh...like bleach.

However, this didn't last long, since the "old wood flavor" returned every time he started eating mangoes for a number of days.

• Spunk

The Bitch Goddess

Goddess is a seductive tour de force, wrapping her femme fatale prowess on men (a dictum which was prevalant during the 90's). Like Helen of Troy, she captivates, as men follow her to the depths of their desire, wanting to own her, they oblivous to the fact, that a person cannot be owned, that her soul dwells not in the hands of a conqueror but lives and breath in the heart of a man she deeply loves:

Now stretched a span of time bereft of bliss, like to an arid desert waste which one traverses without hope, on bleeding feet, one’s skin aflame, the flesh and humors parched beyond endurance, the very soul a festering cicatrix. Such is my lot, with him gone. Daytime is passing desolate; but in the night, my bed transmogrified into a hideous rack on which my aching flesh was torn, I distrait, my teeth worrying the coverlet as might a bitch, my briny tears making the pillow sodden.

• Guilt trip

I, The Bitch Goddess

I was Succubus to those men whom I have snared with such passion, lulling them in their tantric sleep before I devoured them many epochs ago. They were so gullible, so dim-witted in believing that I have finally fulfilled their twisted dreams of love. I laughed at such conquests; these minions would give all what they have, even their souls, to get a glimpse of me, to touch me, to bow and kiss my feet, thanking me that I, the Bitch Goddess have chosen them for my feast for the night.

...Sometimes, I would indulge these men, yes, but not my entire being. It is just the body, I do not feel anything. They cannot have my mind. They cannot have my heart.

• I, The Bitch Goddess

I turned down all three marriage proposals: Raymond's, Radek's and Carlos'. I have to admit Carlos' was the hardest to turn down because I've always wanted to see Madrid, to be wooed in spanish, live in an estate near the Queen's palace. But I realized that my reasons for even considering him as my husband are superficial. I'm overwhelmed by him, but I do not love him.

...Another entity made his existence known to me, and he is Peter Pan. Young of heart, seductive, both intellectually and sexually, I was almost tempted to leave Rockstar and even care less about him. We had so much in common that it scared me. While he didn't exactly propose, he stated "I will marry you!" in such a fashion that one would know it WILL happen. Whenever he said that, I just smiled and dismissed the remark, but it has been nagging me silently.

• Choices

It was sometime October last year when he was too tired to do it and asked for fellatio instead. He said he was too burned out to do anything, much less move. I obliged, though I was so friggin' wet that it soaked my panties. Since I hardly saw him as he was busy taping and had all these shoots, I did not argue with him. November and December rolled around and that's what pretty much happened everytime he comes over. No sex. Just oral. And one-way at that.

...There was one time that I was so ready when he brushed me off, saying he wants to go online instead. I mean, what guy does not want to have sex??? Even priests fornicate!!!

I have a boyfriend I don't/can't fuck.

• Putting Off A What-Could-Have-Been-Good Read: Part 1

Gigi Goes Gaga

A bonafide fashionista would bat an eyelash: she has more than 300 brassieres, and a smorgasbord of fashionable footwear that reminds me of Carrie Bradshaw in her most shoe-gaga moment. Gigi has an unflinching maturity when writing about her sexuality - that her genitive desire is not something to be ashamed of, but rather an esssence as natural as the air we breath:

In my day, the norm was for girls -- even women -- to feign ignorance about all matters sexual. In fact, it was almost mandatory that we appeared shocked or horrified whenever the topic was discussed publicly. We're talking about a nearly apoplectic -- brightly flushed cheeks, bulging eyes, hand covering the mouth to barely suppress a gasp, and mild seizures...

I didn't even flinch from marching into the drugstore to buy condoms, even while wearing my school uniform, as my boyfriend sat in the car (I remember how I wished a transporter beam would grab me and take me away, however, when at Mercury Drug the sadistic clerk lifted the box of Trojans in the air and shouted for a price check).

• PRUDE AND PRURIENT

I've also heard some of my girlfriends say the most inane things; one, for example, insists that lesbian sex is not sex because it does not involve a penis and a vagina.

• BACK TO BASICS

...Go get a vibrator instead," she suggested. Ted and I looked at each other and nodded; as always, she made perfect sense. Picking the right one took much longer, however. After drawn-out discussions of size Vs. shape, etc., I chose a "realistic-looking" one, supposedly molded from the penis of a famous porn star. I went home and decided that if I was going to be intimate with my new friend, he'd might as well have a name. I called him "Pierce" (yes, as in Brosnan).

• File This One Under TMI Part Two

...to me there's nothing hotter than making out in cars with boys.

...When I was much younger, my most memorable kisses were furtive ones inside a boy's car. I had my first orgasm while lying on a reclining front leather seat in the driveway of my boyfriend's house, before I even knew the word existed.

...One boyfriend was so experienced, he had a procedure down pat, it was almost scary: First, find a dead end because there are fewer cars and people walking around the area. Then park under a shaded spot (i.e. under a large tree preferably) and away from any front gate. If the girl isn't wearing a skirt, she should slip off only one leg of both her pants and undies in case speed dressing is necessary. And always, always bring a full box of tissues. He was so assured I swear he could get a bra to pop open before he even touched it.

• MANILA BITES 4 - MAKING OUT IN CARS WITH BOYS

Everyone else is doing it, so why can’t I?

Hip, irreverent, chummy, and altogether fun, Ina is a living testament to the urban legend that Catholic school girls are water in the kettle steaming with pent-up desire:

...my lesbian experiences include only two events. (1) Making out with my friend's then-gf on a dare. She had a tongue ring, so that was exciting. And (2) making out at least three times with my good friend K at our recently concluded Christmas Party. The first was sober, the next were not. Rumor has it the last kiss lasted more than 20 seconds, but no one really knows for sure, we were all too drunk to remember clearly. We do have pictures to prove it, horrid picture of a torrid kiss. Really dusgusting. We both consider each other really hot chicks with no lesbian tendencies. If anything, we did it for our male friends, who seem to find all demonstrations of woman-to-woman action a real turn-on.

• The Lesbian Experience

Here’s the thing: I’ve never been this instantly attracted to anyone before. I’ve had friendships turn into crushes, friends turn into lust objects, crushes turn into boyfriends and lust objects turning into enemies, but never this thing, this invisible kid I don’t pay attention to one day suddenly becomes this white hot object for me. I mean, sure I knew he existed. But never, not even once, since that fateful day I woke up with that attraction in my blood, did I ever think he was cuuute.

Define “hot”. What does it mean when I say, “I think he’s hot”? Does it mean I’m horny? Does it mean I want to lure him into the bathroom and seduce him? I don’t know. I just feel like running my hands through his hair and putting my hands on his hips. Damn he’s hot.

• I Think You're Hot...

Aaaaah, Gael.

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...Gaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddd. Christ.

• I Think I Just Wet Myself

Barenaked

Jonnah, for me, is one of the most unpretentious Filipino blogger. She is a delicious concoction of innocence, rebelliousness (see: 11 ear piercings) and emotional maturity mix in a bottle of ex, balds, and rock and roll fetishes:

...I Dig Badboys

...Dadaanin ko na lang sa showbiz pix para ma-gets n'yo ang ibig kong sabihin. ...S'yempre pa, local actors na lang. Mas feel pati.

...Jay Manalo. Putragis, ang tulis nitong si Jay... 7 lang naman ang anak n'ya sa 6 na babae! Whew! Tamang-tama ang role na "Totoy Mola" for him. He's living up to his name...

Damn! Couldn't blame the women na nanay ng mga anak n'ya. Animalistic appeal. Ibang klase. Jay, kalabitin mo lang ako...Anytime...di kita bibiguin...makikipagkuwentuhan ako sa 'yo buong magdamag...

Naku! Isa pa itong si Jon Hall! My goodness, gusto ko s'yang i-uwi sa bahay namin at ikandado yung pinto ng isang linggo... Kakagigil s'ya, makalaglag ano...

• The Badass Guys

Masyado nang commercialized ang sex ngayon.

Ika nga eh, "ang bilis nang kumarir ngayon." Mapa-chat man o sa cellphone. Sex is everywhere.

Konting tipa lang sa keyboard/keypad. Konting landi lang sa chatroom. Konting pa-cute lang sa texts. Konting message lang sa mga online social networks, solb na ang buto-buto.

Subject: wow..ur so pretty

Message: can we be casual sex partners?

Ok na sana subject eh, hehe! Yung message naman, very casual din yung dating. Parang nagtanong lang s'ya ng direksyon habang naliligaw ng daan, lol!

Pagsilip ko sa profile, eto ang primary at kaisa-isang pic n'ya.

My gulay, pic ng aso! Juskoday, mga ibang tao nga naman oo, di na nag-iisip kung minsan. Sa tingin n'ya kaya eh matu-turn on ako dun? (or any woman for that matter?!) Feeling n'ya kaya eh may papatol sa kanya yung lagay na yun?!

Tip lang sa mga gusto ng hanky panky...Kung gusto n'yong ibenta mga sarili n'yo, umayos naman kayo. Wag pic ng aso or pic ng mga artista ilagay n'yo. La magkakainteres pag ganun.

Pag ganyan kase eh, kanya-kanyang diskarte na. La bugawang nangyayari kaya dapat maganda ang packaging mo sa sarili mo. Kumbaga eh, kanya-kanyang yabangan at bentahan na ng sarili nito, hehe! Pataasan ng "market value", ika nga.

Minsan tuloy eh napapaisip ako, di kaya nawawalan na ng mga parokyano ang mga prosti? May bugawan pa kase dun eh. Kanya-kanyang porsiyento pa. Eh sa chat sa comp at cp, la na bugawan. Sarili mo ang bugaw mo, hehe! (Kaya you have to be really good at it.)

Ang sex ngayon? Para ka lang bumili ng karne sa palengke. Para ka lang nakihithit sa yosi ng kaibigan mo. Para ka lang nakipaglaro ng bahay-bahayan dun sa crush mo.

• Sex dito, Sex Doon

Idea Changing Liquid Alchemy

Iya's blog is at once funny and surprising, written in a tone of undoubtly lighthearted slant. One of the pleasure of reading her blog (which I found delicious) is deciphering her codes even without knowing the particulars - she encodes her meanings in read-between-the-line passages:

Before 2006 is over, she'll have that threesome. With a man and lady, of course.

That man is one helluva lucky bastard. Bring out the video cam.

• She's not that Innocent.

Don't lead me into temptation, because I can find my own way...

Remember that Nico?

I think I'm lost.

I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it.

Remember that Eunice?

Some days, I am insatiable.

• On Temptation

And I say, "I want to be a cold-blooded heartless person. I want to engage in an ONS (One Night Stands) without minding what my partner will feel the morning after and I want to be double standards oblivious!"

Then my fairy gaymother turns me into a man.

• My Fantasy Wish Scene

Mec's Long and Windang Road
(also here)

Mec's central theme whenever she's writing about sex, is the unadulterated surrender of ones body mind and soul to the intensity of lusts - the apex for her is loosing yourself in the heat, anything less is just gravy:

A woman, they say, will always have this fervent wish to be a man's last romance (as opposed to a man's terminal wish to be a woman's first real love). Not always borne of a negative self-concept, she will also probably wish that she was and will remain the greatest love of a man's life... "the woman that got away" for him... and so on.

...we'd want to be the greatest, the most intense, the most enlightening/liberating sexual experience our partner has ever had. Sure, he or she is allowed other great experiences. Sure, he or she is allowed a hundred other lovers after us. Sure, he or she is allowed to move on.

...they're really not supposed to stop wanting me!!! If this guy used to greet me with a hard-on always, I think i'd really still expect that hard-on there when we do meet again. Or, if his eyes would darken from desire just by the sway of my hips, or the sight of my legs, or the tilt of my head a certain way... i'd really expect him to immediately have visions of himself sucking on my choice body parts again. I know i'd always want to have him wonder how it would feel to have me naked and whimpering in his arms again.

• SEXUAL HONESTY, MY POLICY

...wanted. Craved. Lusted for.

Yeah... lusted for... all primal and intense... think nails and teeth and all things rough and amazing... when you absolutely feel the energy coursing through your veins as you exchange looks...

and ripples of anticipation make your body quiver... at the slightest touch...

where your bodies actually burn... and you haven't undressed yet...

words escape me now... but I can't shake the dream of a tongue going all over my body... silently teasing, pleasing me...

And yes, ladies and gentlemen...

this... this... is PMS.

• Pardon the Hornal Moment

Onenight Stands

I have no idea why they even call them that, since they're seldom standing anyway... usually they're rolling on some motel bed, sometimes it's not even nighttime...

Usually, they're also drunk.

What a friggin' waste of carnal moment, if I may say so.

I mean, if you're going to sleep with a stranger anyway... why not make the most out of it?

...Even if you don't cross paths again... at least there is an encounter you'd never be ashamed of... or regret.

• Onenight Stands

Fiona's Stuff

Fiona reminds me what sex is first and foremost about: unrestrained turn-on. She celebrates pleasure for pleasure sake (there is little or no power play in her sex entries). She relishes the sheer hedonistic feeling that Eros gives to her. Amen to that.

Last night she had to excuse herself after telling me her story because she needed to take a shower kasi mainit raw katawan niya. I teased her, told her how to touch herself while in the shower and she got even hotter and more bothered.

• She Comes First, Then Again And Again...

I've encountered health workers who said something like, "There are good girls and there are nice girls. If you're a good girl then you shouldn't have problems." The lady being diagnosed asked what's the difference between a good girl and a nice girl, the health worker said, "Nice girls are those who sleep around with different men," with a smug smile on her face. She was a tad short of saying promiscuous. The lady said, "Well, I slept with 2 men recently, on different occassions of course. I guess I'm a nice girl."

• New Survey Reveals Dangerous Feminine Health Misconceptions Among Women of All Ages

Last night he called me. Nagtataray ang bruha, feeling niya mahaba ang hair niya kasi lumaki na raw ang birdie niya! It's now 7 inches long. Owws? Totoo? He said he should know if it's bigger not or not since he's been aware of it's size since college, disappointed nga siya sa 6. I should have asked him to show his thingy to me noh? Sabay take ng picpic for posterity, mga before and after pics.

...Uy! I should get that secret formula and the exercise! I could make money out of it!

• I must! I must!

She took a lot of medications yet nothing has happened. This makes terminating the pregnancy her best option. I told her the hilot of my friend is in Laguna and she had her abortion around 94 so I have no way of tracking down the hilot, my friend went to Canada after the abortion. She begged me to ask around because she really can't keep the baby, she took 17 cytotec pills and she hasn't bled at all. One only needs 2 to terminate pregnancy.

...Before I proceed with my story, I would like to profile her and do a bit of backtracking. Let's call her Mia. She's around 27, single

...She sent the pic to my email. Lo and behold! The pic shows him lying on his back and her ontop of him. "Aba, magkapatong sila! Eh di full tank ka na naman?"

She goes, "Di naman ate, di naman ako bumigay agad."

"You waited 1 hour bago ka bumigay?"

She responded, "45 minutes naman." And we both laughed.

..."Bakit sa SG? Ano meron don?" I asked.

"Don ako magpapaopera, legal abortion :-( don. May iba bang option na safe?"

"Ano sabi ng BF mo?"

"He doesn't know about this."

...I cut her with, "That's his kid too! Is he still married?"

"--This thing happened before he came here... Hindi sya ang tatay, " she added.

Hmm... Interesting...

..."It's Dindo. Syet! It only happened once, nadale pa ako!"
I was floored! "You had unprotected sex with Dindo?? What if he's sick??" Dindo actively "dates" a lot of women. He was dating a girl named Annie before he met Mia.

...She said she's fine, the D&C went well but she's now US $820 poorer plus airfare

...She said, "Dindo said he's was willing to take responsibility and was willing to support me and the kid. I know naman daw how he feels abt me." "Ay, nagprofess ng undying love, " she said

...Apparently, she has no feelings for Dindo and had no felt no remorse for terminating the life in her womb.

...She said her BF was there to meet her and stayed with her till she left for the Philippines...chinito ang Dindo, Amerkano ang fafa ko, maryones!"

• Sex and Consequence (4 Parts:1, 2, 3, 4)

CARNAL

The Inner Slut
(also here and here)

Emyn is the first pure sex blogger in the Philippines. Her journal chronicled her three years foray into the wanton flesh - the isolation that she felt as a 40 year old, how in sex she found solace, how it has become a liberating force. There are lots to discover at her blog: how she micromanaged the logistics of going to bed with different men at the same day. There is also her transformations: for example, her penchant for orgy at the beginning of her blog, and how she gave it up after a few years, prefering sex with love in the end. Sadly, after three years, due to hearthbreak, her blogging days are now over:

I was old and alone. Nobody wanted me. The brilliant people I studied under didn't want to have anything to do with me. I was a failure and no one wants to be reminded of failures. I was past marrying age, no one wants an old maid, especially one who wasn't aesthetically pleasing to the eye. I didn't fit the mold, to start with. I was too tall, too large, too assertive, too aggressive, too smart for a woman. In my world, women are demure, sitting beside the phone, or reclining on the bed, waiting for her man. I did that but no one came.

Alex...I get frostbite everytime I reach out for him. What warmth there is in him, he has hidden so deeply, it's gotten lost. His smile is icy, and his eyes, behind heavy walls of stone and steel.

• It's a Start

Peter just had to fuck me in the ass. It hurt like hell. That was the second time for me, the first time being with Alex. Yes, cold, distant Alex took my virgin ass. That hurt more than hell. I couldn't sit down for days. And it hurt to poo. After Peter, it hurt to pee and it hurt more to poo. At least Alex used a condom and lots of KY. Peter only had his birthday suit on and just a bit of spit.

...I think he thought that I had given up my ass' virginity to him. My first impulse was to tell him the truth, that his friend, Alex, had already taken it 2 months earlier. But I desisted.

• Sweet Things for Breakfast

What is it about good-looking men? They may not be a good fuck, like Patrick and Chris, but I so desperately want to make a fantastic impression. Not just a good impression, mind you. It has to be mind-blowing.

• Hello Again

Confessions of a Serial Monogamist

Vicky's honest portrayal of her sex life is refreshing: her voice is that of a writer unafraid to speaks from her own experience, putting her own needs and wants first instead of cowtowing to popular practices. This is as visceral and as unhibited as it gets:

...my needs have changed remarkably since. Whereas before I enjoy slow, sensual lovemaking (when i'm in a somewhat monogamous relationship with some bloke), now I long for the pain-and pleasure combo that some people reading this would most likely frown upon. I like it rough and hard with a good amount of biting, ass-slapping, sucking, hair-grabbing, and a stream of dirty talk thrown into the package. I also love it when guys allow their creativity to shine. Example, I didn't know until recently that when a guy shoves 4 to 5 ice cubes up your vagina and proceeds to fuck you dogstyle until the ice cubes melt and there's a stream of combined cum (your partner's and yours) and ice water running down your thighs to form a puddle of juices on the floor - it actually engenders a thousand and one pleasure explosions that can actually render you weak-kneed and immobile for a few minutes.

• Sex Anthology: Chronicles of an Aspiring Pornstar

I'm 26 now and have yet to feel the all-consuming love that people spend a lifetime searching for. If it exists, at all. Now, if I will ever meet “the one” that would make me give up my bohemian ways and finally consider monogamy, is one question that I sure would love to find the answer to.

• Seriously Speaking

I can't masturbate to save my life.

For someone who's been actively promoting sex like Don King does (for) boxing, I am painfully unskilled in the masturbation department. Hence, my complete dependence on men to satiate my needs.

I have been trying, for years, to learn and master the art of touching oneself. And my efforts have so far been for naught. Until i met this guy

...As if on cue, the orgasm that i tried to temper since his fingers took over, broke loose in a deafening explosion. My inner thighs clench and unclench as the overwhelming wave of orgasm threaten to drown out my other senses one minute, while making every pore in my body acutely aware of every known element in the atmosphere.

• I Touch Myself

Mindovervagina

Mindovervagina's knowing wit and ironic interludes on her narrative is brimming with uncommon acumen of vivid sensual posts. A woman of modern sensibility, by and by thoroughly comfortable at her own skin:

I ruined a television set today; I plugged it in the wrong voltage. I’ve always known I had the potential to be bisexual but I never thought I could wreck electronic devices being this way.

• Distorted Currents

Ernie Baron’s show remains squeaky clean well into the night. There was this one incident though that tested his composure. A woman caller in the most dead pan voice asked him point blank if it was alright to swallow sperm. He was immediately off the air for five minutes, after gathering his wits he answered the woman with clinical nonchalance because it truly was a valid question. He expounded on the nutritional content of sperm and assured her it will not harm a person’s body when swallowed.

• There's Something about Ernie Baron

No.88 Blog ng Isang Masahista

Ella's style is compelling: she sublimate her proletarian origins, transforming it into a search for meaning. She narrates her account on life in the massage lane in a quirky, fun, and moving prose. Her blog mostly written with a tone of a street twang, is a diatrebes on the rewards and perils of meeting strangers. Reading her reminds me that the search for higher ground is a universal human need:

Masseuse – babaeng masahista. Wala na kasi akong pag-asa, sinubukan kong mag-apply sa “wanted” na ito. Na-interview na ako sa lahat na yata ng call centers sa Pilipinas, lagi akong hindi natatanggap. High school graduate lang kasi ako. Gusto ko sanang sabihin sa kanila na may honor naman ako nung grumadweyt. Marunong naman akong mag-Inglis, pero siguro barok ang dating ng Inglis ko sa kanila. Mukhang sa Amerika pinanganak ang mga tao sa mga call centers.

• Wanted Masseuse

Bebe: Unahin na nga lang natin itong itlog. Ella, huwag mong biglang dadaklutin ang mga itlog, ha. Dahan-dahan. Magaan ang hawak. Dulo lang ng kuko mo ang dapat sumasayad. Ganito.

Lorna: Himasin mo, huwag mong kamutin. Pera na lang kung nagpapakamot talaga sa ‘yo ang guest.

• Itlog 101

Ang pinakamababang singil ko sa special massage ay Php 1,500. At sa maniwala kayo at hindi, kinakamay ko lang ‘yon. May mga regular guests ako na umaabot hanggang tatlong libo ang tip sa akin. At sandali lang ‘yon, ha. Matagal na ang sampung minuto sa isang special massage. Either maraming nainom ang guest o sobrang pagod kaya natatagalan ako minsan.

• Talong 101

Oh…my….gosh!! This is not twin massage. This is “twin special!”

Well, my friends, kumita rin kami ni Carol sa wakas. Nagbati kami (pun intended hehe) habang nagi-special kay sir. And…we earned every dollar of it! Matagal na palang hindi napapatindig ni misis ang talong ni mister. Nahirapan din kami ni Carol pero siyempre, tagumpay pa rin kahi’t medyo natagalan. At eto ang masaya, si misis ang tumapos ng inumpisahan naming dalawa. Habang papalabas kami ng kuwarto, naririnig pa namin ang mga kinikilig na tili ni ma’am hehehe. A job well done!

• Twin Massage Anyone?

Hindi ba nasabi ko na sa inyo na nakapasok ako sa isang kilalang university dahil sa tulong ni Mr.J? At hindi basta-basta unibersidad, ha! Sosyal, as in capital S hehe.

You can imagine , balde-baldeng inferiority complex ang inabot ko ‘nung mga unang araw ko sa school. Sobrang conscious yata ako, pakiramdam ko oil at lotion na ang pinapawis ko! Kapag may pagkakataon, palihim kong inaamoy ang mga kamay ko. Baka amoy masahihan.

• Ang Masahista sa Sosyal na Eskuwela

Si number 8 ay maganda pa rin kahi’t obvious na siya ay past her prime na. Matagal din siyang naging star ng masahihan ni Mr. Minola. Inabutan ko siyang lulong na sa shabu. Ang palusot niya lagi, para daw malakas siya at gising na gising kapag nagmamasahe.

Ang totoo, ginulpi siya ng asawa niya at iniwan silang mag-iina nang madiskubre nitong siya ay masahista. Hindi naman nagtrabaho ang lalaking ‘yon kahi’t kailan. Ewan ko kung ano ang pinagmamalaki niya. Asshole! Si number 8 ang bumuhay sa asawa at mga anak nila mula pa 'nung umpisa. Ang naging sagot niya sa problema…shabu.

...Nakita ko si Jo sa Taft kahapon. Walang sapin sa paa, gula-gulanit ang damit, nanggigitata sa dumi ang buhok at buong katawan. Nakatingin sa kawalan habang bumubulong sa sarili. Kinausap ko siya pero hindi na niya ako nakilala.

• Shabu Anay ng Laman

Marinella

16 year old Marinela answered to a lesser extent the nagging question I always have: what would Nabokov's famous novel be like if narrated by a sexy Filipina Lolita. She is the Philippines' answer to Italy's Melissa P.

...I was out clubbing with viana and my friends last night when this older guy approached us

...(he's a congressman, and he's around 50+ years old) He started flirting with me, you know the drill, telling me he could give me things, money, cell phones, etcetc, if I would go to dinner with him and then maybe (I quote:) "see what happens afterwards". I figured let's give it a shot.

So anyway, I am now all dressed up and waiting for him to pick me up. it is now 8pm, he said he will pick me up at 8:30pm. I'm a bit nervous about the whole thing. I'm still thinking about how far I will let him go. I'll update you guys when I get back tonight. (or maybe tomorrow morning hahaha)

...okay guys, i have a new ipod, a matching necklace and bracelet, and a gift certificate from beauty bar spa. aside from that i also have a new cocktail dress and two pairs of new lingerie, and a new bikini.

...we had sex several times that night. we tried almost every position that was physically possible without having to be a world-class gymnast. it wasn't anything fantastic, but hey, I got free stuff out of it.;)

that was a first and last though. I don't like being paid for sex, pangit yung feeling eh. but it was an interesting experience.=)

• indecent proposal part 1, 2, 3

Femme 666
(also here)

Femme 666 narrates her curious experiment as a female Don Juan, how she slept with 100 men, enganging in SEBs (Sex Eye Ball: meeting thru the Internet, then hooking up in person), and going home after the horizontal dance ala Cinderella before her curfew:

Magandang araw! Ako ay naghahanap ng lalakeng pwedeng makaulayaw sa malamig na panahong ito (basta before new year).

I’m 23, residing at Manila, 5’6, morena, long hair na medyo wavy, di naman parang kalsada sa pagbabako bako ang face ko, not that very attractive and not that sexy either (oo na sige na mataba ako! Ahehehe). I’m looking for a man that is older than me that I can have a mature conversation with (di naman yung tipong lolo). Someone who doesn’t go for the looks, hindi maarte pa sa akin, open-minded, serious sa mga ganitong klaseng usapan hindi yung nagtritrip lang, komportable and masayang makasama, at dapat may alam sa kama (di yung puro ungol lang!).

My preferences are: taller than me, older than me, moreno, chinito, I don’t care kung panget or wafo, mataba or payat dahil nakapatay naman ang ilaw. Also living at Manila para mabilis lang ang byahe, at walang reason para malate.

My convenient meeting places are from Monumento-Recto/Avenida area. Bandang after office hours ang time 5:30-6:30pm except holidays at yung walang pasok na araw. Short time not overnight (got a freaking curfew kasi ehhh). Don’t worry wala itong bayad, thrill lang ang hanap ko at tamang explore ng luto ng Diyos, ahehehehe….

Anyone who falls sa mga nabanggit kong criteria at interesado, txt me your name, asl, a vivid description of yourself, and why do you think I would date you. Please be concise and straight to the point para less ang mawawaste na time and effort, wala kasi akong masyadong load so wag magtampo kung di ako makakatxt back. My number is ****29948**. Basta ang duration lang ng time ng ad na ito ay mula this day hanggang December 31 2004 only.

• New Year Countdown

ON BOOBS

But honestly, do we truly need to protect our children from the word 'breasts'? Half the human population has, will have, or has had brbleepsts (not even counting those who wish to someday acquire brbleepsts). Even chickens have brbleepsts; and supermarket displays and restaurant menus the world over have no problem publicly acknowledging this. But God forbid that we actually say 'breasts' on TV when we are, in fact, referring to: tits, boobs, knockers, whangers, bazongas.

• Nikki

34? 36? 38? (plus the cup size). Why do guys usually go for the busty babes? I can't blame other women if they'd resort to boob jobs. Society, in a way, dictates that bigger is just better.

Men just equate breast size with stimulation. Oh well, boobs are boobs.

• Jonnah

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 advantage. Needless, Dale couldn't keep his blue eyes off it. Neither could the waiters.

• Emyn

when someone asks me (and they have, believe it or not), “Do you mind if I ask what size your boobs are?”

“Yes, I do mind; but since you’ve already asked, I’ll tell you: they’re bigger than your brain, and smaller than mine.

• Nikki

I developed really early; I got my boobs when I was nine, way before I was ready to deal with all things breast-related. I spent the rest of my life hiding them, and today they finally had their coming-out party.

...As soon as I stepped into the building, I discovered I had lost my face in the process of getting dressed this morning. No one looked at me at eye-level, it was like my head was chopped off above my shoulders (make that my chest, even).

• Gigi

also because I had begun to develop breasts, which were a primary source of my acute preadolescent embarrassment. (Particularly since my mother had apparently decided that every sentient being within a 200-mile radius needed to have my burgeoning mammaries pointed out to them. “Look, they’re so beeg!” she would cry out gleefully.)

So there was no way I was going to let anyone witness my surreptitious dancing, especially not with the troublesome boobs jiggling this way and that at the slightest provocation. (Who knew that I would one day smugly torment hapless males with this selfsame phenomenon?)

• Nikki

In America...I can go to a brassiere store and find my size in a heartbeat. Not so in the Philippines where cup sizes beyond C are unheard of. Literally. A saleslady once thought I was joking when I gave her my size.

• Monaluz

vagina: ok let's say they are real live women and you have to date them based on their chest.

PS: whichever offered the most sex.

vagina: hmm safe answer

vagina: who do you think would offer more sex?

PS: whichever had the strongest libido.

vagina: so who will have the stronger libido? The big nippled girl or the big booby girl?

PS: presumably though, if nipples are a factor

PS: they're both in front of me, topless.

PS: I'd try for a threesome

vagina: your are an honest and wise man

PS: you forgot 'handsome'

• Mindovervagina

ON MALE STRIPPERS

My closest encounter with a macho dancer was 2 years ago at a bridal shower, my sister's best friend's shower and I was invited. One of the ladies knows this dancer, his name is Rey I think. He requested a tape/cd player, some rubber band and a shawl/sarong. He needed these items for his show. He was naked underneath the sarong and he would open the sarong and wrap his victim inside the sarong as he rubs his body against his victim as he grinds to the music. Syempre para hindi makita ng iba what the victim is doing with his schlong. We were all screaming inside the room.

• Fiona

Possibly due to a combination of my boredom, my annoyance over the gender-discriminating entrance fee, and sheer bloody-minded caprice, I started practicing #1 of my long-disused Surefire Tricks for Attracting Guys. Apparently, it remains surefire, because in a matter of moments, Dancer Guy had shimmied over to the side of the stage directly in front of me, and was undulating his barely-clad body two feet from my face.

The next thing I knew, the lights had gone out. I barely had time to register a darker patch of darkness looming over me; then Dancer Guy straddled me, ground his erection against my crotch, and planted a long, wet lick on my right ear.

I'm sure I would have enjoyed this more if Guy hadn't (a) smushed my nose under his chest, and (b) all but suffocated me in the scent of male sweat and cheap cologne. My husband, of course, was vastly amused.

• Nikki

All us girls see was the guy suddenly ducking to the restroom. We were worried that maybe the guy was not game to strip it all off.

The last thing I hear myself say as the first bars of the Bon Jovi song "Bed of Roses" plays in the background is "Huwag na kaya nating ipag-all the..."

OH MAY GAD....
AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

There the guy was, completely nekkid! It was like a car crash, I so wanted to look away, but I couldn't! I was agape (and not because of the size. Thanks to the air conditioning he was shrinking by the minute) and I could not just turn away. the room was completely silent, especially when Ed touched the guy's, uhm, thingie. One of my officemates, Sugar, the self-professed virgin of the group kept screaming.

however....

Sugar: (with her hands over her eyes) Aaay! ano ba yan! Malaki ba? Ano itsura?

Marie: *Rolls her eyes* eh tanong ka nang tanong jan tignan mo na kaya (yanks Sugar's hands from her face)

Sugar: AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! *AND SLAMS HER EYES SHUT!* ayoko makita! ayoko!

• Cathy

ON ROMANCE NOVELS AND PORN

My only complaint is that there wasn’t enough sex, and there was too much character building. Who the fuck cares about character. It’s a romance novel! I need the sex! I only remember one reference to the penis, and that was “member”. My God! Who is the author? My grandmother?

• Ina

I am unused to watching women's porn, so I went "What the fuck?" I don't like it when women in my porn are insecure about their bodies.

...By the time we made our way to movie number four, which demonstrated several sex positions for ex-gymnasts, I was already half-asleep, my libido completely gone. This was waaay more boring than the Paris Hilton sex video. This was evidence that given the right treatment, even sex can be boring!

• Cathy

The easiest porn to watch are those that just present things as is, boy makes eye contact with the girl they retreat to some dark corner humping on each other. The hardest are those that attempt at a plot because it goes against the final goal of porn that is to halt all thought processes.

• Mindovervagina

Many years later, when my father's friend asked him to bring back an XXX-rated video from one of his trips here to visit me, I dutifully accompanied dad to the store and gave him my review of his selections ("No dad, that one sucks. Here, get this one from Vivid instead; much better production, and the girls are prettier.").

• Gigi

So there I was coming out of the bathroom, and the first thing I saw was Sage,sitting on our bed and leafing through her parent's CD case, which contains our collection of porn--most of which is rather graphically decorated with images of joyfully-entangled groups of people in varying degrees of nakedness.

"Hello," Sage was saying politely to the depicted porn stars, "Why you all naked?"

Not wanting to screech at her to put it down and thus scar her for life with the perception that sexuality is bad, I just stood there and stared at her until she looked up and waved a disc at me. "Mommy, I want to watch this."

"No, sweetie," I found myself saying. "That's Daddy's. It's only for boys."

Gah. So much for liberal parenting.

• Nikki

Mas Mainit pa sa Kape, Mas Makati pa sa Gabi...
with the subtitle...

Higad... ikaw ba 'yan?!

• Iya

ON YOUNGER MEN

may kumakarir sa akin na 15 anyos.

As in muntik na akong masamid noong tinanong n'ya out of the blue, "Can I kiss you?"

Haller! Ginawa akong charitable institution na nagbibigay ng libreng kiss ah, lol! At isa pa, 27 na kaya ako noh! Tipong isang Grade 6 na kaya ang age gap namin, syet!

Tsk tsk tsk, kakagulat talaga mga kabataan ngayon!

Di ko alam kung ano ang appeal ng older women sa kanila. Hmmm, probably, they equate age with maturity. Or ine-expect nila na age comes with experience. As in "experience" in all aspects. Or gusto nila magpa-baby.

Oh well, I'm a self-confessed cradle snatcher nga as I've said in my "I Like Them Young" entry. Pero 15 anyos?! Juskoday, di na yata kaya ng powers ko yun! Baka makulong na ako sa salang "child abuse", hehe!

• Jonnah

Ok, so I was slightly buzzed after my third round of booze (how many ounces was that glass, anyway?) when one of those high schoolers sat beside me and asked my name. I raised an eyebrow and asked him instead, “How old are you?” 15. OMG. So I said, “I’m 20?. I know that alone wouldn’t make the boy go away. And he didn’t. Ang lakas pa ng loob nyang akbayan ako. So I told him, “You know, kid, it would be for your own good if you get your hands off me.” Yet he didn’t. So my best friend Val called the attention of the guys and told them what was happening. Rankin (one of our friends) stood up and went to my rescue. “Eniang! Beer pa tayo!” he yelled at the top of his voice and pulled me away from the boy’s evil arms. Hehe.

After about ten minutes or so, Val said she had to go back to the car, coz her heel broke and had to get a replacement pair of shoes. Rankin and Alison went with her. But before they left Rankin told William and Rolando, “Nandyan pa yung bata, aaligid-aligid. Pag lumapit upakan nyo na.” Hahaha.

...I know I’m petite, but… do I look like a 15 year old? lol.

• Xenia Maria

...I'm currently weighing my options on whether I should befriend my latest ex-lover, Mr. 18-year old. Is it actually worth the trouble? ...Hey, I could be a good influence. I could be his ate! Hahaha! that would be funny, from bed to bosom, lover to benign madonna. Well, If he cant be my lover, He could be my pet :D

Will it work? After all, we've already crossed the line. is it possible to turn back the hands of a relationship that moved too fast? Sex definitely changes a relationship, ya know. What if he thinks I'm desperately running after him? Kapaaal! feeling mo no?

• Cathy

"Uh, Gerard...you know I don't think that this will work. You see, I'm 25. I've done this before with an 18-year old guy and the emotional and mental age gap was just way too big. I just..."

"Okay. So just for tonight lang?"

"Sige, tonight lang."

...A slow, quiet rumble begins to fill my head.

19 nineteen Nineteen NINETEEN NINETEEN ENOUGH!

I come up for air. "Sorry, sorry I can't do this. you're nineteen." I zip up. I kiss his forehead. " That's just way too young for me. Sorry I can't."

I get down and walk away. I never look back.

• Cathy

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