See, There's This Guy ...

Well I have been quite "occupied" and with that I actually mean, there's this guy I am now seeing.  Yes and I am enjoying every glorious minute of it.
I do have an unfinished Love and Sex Short Story Fiction in the drawing board, however my time is mostly spent being pampered and adored by this totally adorable man.  I am "smitten" so to speak.  I guess because he comes closest to how my father worships the ground I walk on and I can see he is completely taken even by my 'princess' tantrums.
I did tell him about this Blog and what I do during my spare moments including the things I write about.  He responded with the most disarming smile and prodded me to keep on doing what I think I enjoy doing.  (Well, wtf?  Where was this man hiding all along?)  I told him I will write a little bit about him for the few loyal readers that I have.  
And it's not Jake, my snake man.  This kind of man is for "keeps." My real life friends are of course drooling and jumping up and down with joy.  I guess they have never seen my face glow and my eyes twinkle and my cheeks flushed, all at the same time; and most especially if he is beside me. I do sound like a teenager out on a first date with her first love.  I hope you understand that I have come from a long engagement to a guy I have loved practically most of my adult years, only to be dumped a few months after we have formalized our marriage plans to our respective families.  
It wasn't easy picking up the pieces of whatever was left of my ego so I decided that unless a man deserves my full undivided attention, I will consider them only as part of my accessories, on a "need to have" basis.  
Of course there are other guys I dated(still dating?) and enjoyed lots of intimate moments with.  None of them comes close to how this man makes my heart skip a beat and make me catch my breath.  He comes from a mixed European descent; towering at about 6'6" tall, lean and packed where it matters to me.  When I say packed, as in really, really packed. He is about 5 years my senior, never believed in settling down early.  He thinks while you are in your prime,it is the time to earn enough, have a family and kids later to enjoy while he lives on investment income and trust funds interests.  So far, he is close to where he wants to be financially and I would like to believe, I am the best "test" to his vow of being a bachelor-at-large.  I do sound giddy because I am.  I sleep with a grin in my face and wake up with a smile.  Totally satisfied and still completely horny. Ahh, the feeling of being in love. Es maravilloso!
I will keep this Blog up as I happen to love it.  However be patient as I come and go. 
I never give 100% to anyone, but when I love the man, I give him much more than that.  It could be a character flaw but that is the only way I know how to love. Ooh la la ...

Birthday Buffet (Non-Fiction)

I truly didn't expect what my friends were up to.  The hoodlums connived (girlfriends and gay friends) and wanted me to have a good birthday treat since this will be my last year in the 20's decade.  (What a pain!) Last night they picked me up from my place, blindfolded me and then drove off.  Night outs without my own car makes me feel naked.  I was helpless and their chattering, annoying laughters and whispers were getting to me.
We got off, they all held me up to help me walk.  The minute I heard the blaring music, the smell of cigarette smoke, I knew we were at a bar.  They all went suddenly quiet but I could tell they were giggling and I was getting excited and impatient.  Then they took off my blindfold.  Coño!  We were in a fucking gay bar!  And they had rented off a Private Room.  There were 6 girlfriends and 3 gay friends.  4 of the 6 girls are married. This will be a really crazy night!
We got into the room and they asked me to sit right at the center.  I told them I was not going to get married but they hushed me. There was a karaoke, a bar with loads of drinks and finger food in the room where the light came from.  Rest of the room was dark.  After a few minutes, the room went pitch black and we all screamed!  I knew we will have a private male strip show!!! Then loud oomph-oomph sexy music blasted!

The first set was a strip dance from 5 sexy male "stallions!" They were hung like horses and had cock rings.  Whew! Hot! They were throwing their "schlongs" in our faces, I shrieked!  The married girls grabbed and stroked it, my gay friends stood behind.  I assumed they would have a full meat buffet much later.  The next set was from a relatively known sexy, male porn star, who I think is totally gay.  Except that he looks ridiculously delicious, buffed and huge!  His show was just for me yet I was screaming like a little girl in a slaughterhouse. He stripped butt naked right in front of me.  Since we were in a private show, we could do most anything with these guys. I wanted to touch him but I just realized I didn't have it in me. Besides, I wanted more to drink. My friends pulled him away and had a feast. I was thinking too much I blew it. The other guys came back again and started dancing some kind of orgy dance and my banshee gay friends went berserk!  The room was booming with screeching, shouting and yelling! I didn't blink and I felt so stimulated by it I think I might be gay myself!

We were all drunk silly, wild and had some crazy party!  The girls were shameless and unstoppable, I was so hoarse howling, whistling and enjoying Tequila body shots! We stayed on doing stupid things, until I drunk dialled Anton (aka Jake in my My Beaver Diary) and asked him to pick me up since it was almost half past 3:00A.M.  Absolutely no one was thinking straight.  My friends teased me no end about calling him, but I felt so hot I wanted him badly.  
Anton arrived in a jiffy.  He gave me one look, shook his head and said I was totally wasted.  I laughed giddily and kissed him.  We said our goodbyes but I was draped on Anton as he nearly carried me to his truck.  Feeling flushed and hot all over I started taking off my clothes till I was down to my thongs.  Anton was smiling and shaking his head but he could barely focus on his driving.  I reclined my seat and started fondling my nipples and playing with myself.  I was moaning.  Those huge sausages turned me on.   

We must have flown because shortly, we were already in Anton's open garage.  He rushed to my side, opened the truck door, pulled my legs out and took off my panties.  He placed my legs over his shoulders then went to ravage my pussy.  It didn't take long, I was so horny I squirted cum on his face as I swooned and talked dirty. He had unzipped his pants, and quickly thrust his hard cock roughly into me.  I gasped and tightened with excitement, the early morning breeze and air-conditioning still cold on my skin and his body and dick so hot inside me.  I held on to the car seat and using my legs, I pulled him further to me.  I wanted to feel all of him. My pussy was making wet, squishing sounds, I was madly electrified. He fucked me like a beast. A huge current of stimulation wrapped around me down to my pussy and I exploded in an overwhelming orgasm my moaning sounded like whimpers, I nearly cried. Anton kept pumping, then he let out a deep howl, pulled his dick out, jerked it off a bit then sprayed his cum all over my naked body it glistened in the dark. My clit was still throbbing and my vagina walls vibrating, I started trembling.
Between wet sticky body fluids and sweat, Anton lifted me up and wrapped his arms around me.  He kissed me softly on the lips.  (Dios mio, it felt so good, his lips and breath was scorching hot.)  In a low voice he said, "Happy birthday Patricia." 
I sighed and held him by the neck and kissed him passionately and deeply.
Then I softly hummed on his ear, "Thanks buddy."
We laughed.  He took off his shirt and asked me to wear it, got my shoes on the truck's floor to put it on me.  We walked inside his house, I can smell our sex all over me.  I dropped the shirt off as soon as we got inside and walked straight into his bathroom.
Anton was right behind me and he had also stripped naked.  Under the rainforest shower, I felt Anton's body on my back, I tingled.  He held me by the shoulders to face him.  I saw that he was hard again.
Grinning, he asked, "Now that you had your appetizer, would you like your main course?"
I giggled, wrapped my fingers on his girth, and with my thumb, played the sticky fluid on his cock head, and breathlessly I said, "Yes I would love that.  I want my steak rare."
One more day before my birthday but I am absolutely loving these glorious presents. I am inclined to consider among all those treats, cocks and dicks, Anton so far, as the best gift I got this year.  Oh yes!

Birthday Blues: Dating, Sex and Looking for Love

Ever since the day I became officially un-engaged, I have yet to meet and find the man that people describe as worthy to "grow old with".  I must have told you stories I have fictionalized in this Blog, but honestly, most of these are encounters I have had experienced myself or have vicariously experienced with my girl friends, who are fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on what you believe in) are in the same Facebook status as I am. (Single, and hoping.)
Well maybe I am not hoping for it to happen fast or soon enough.  Perhaps I am too busy exploring and enjoying things as they come and men as they drop from somewhere.

However it seems that part of growing up and acquiring some wisdom through the years (bear with me, it will be my birthday soon in the next 3 days), make you a little bit more contemplative about what you want out of love and relationships.  A few days ago, I decided to dedicate some pages of my real life experiences, mostly sexual, and maybe I will add the romantic stuff soon,   on here: My Beaver Diary
I am enjoying a sweet life.  Almost a decade ago, I had a quick stint as a commercial and part-time photography model; I was in the travel and leisure business; and now, I have successfully worked myself out from our family business. And in the next month, will be on a new career.  But I will never stop enjoying wine.
I have been asked, quite often, why someone like me (yes, I do have great looks) would find it hard to settle and find the right man.  I would like to answer that question.
It is not about how hot you look.  Finding and keeping a relationship beyond the wild sex is much, much more work.  And I would rather stay on this same course of exploring the rest of the world, until I find someone willing to help sustain a relationship for life.  I have not lost my idealism despite my "frequent failures" and it's ironic, if I could only add up those moments into my frequent fliers club, I could have travelled the world thrice over.
So this Post here is my moment of wisdom.  I turn 29.  Single.  Happy. And still totally hot.
I know the "happy" thing does not last very long until the next heartbreak or the next great expectations exercise.  I am taking my time enjoying my life, the men in it and everything else in between.  In my Beaver Diary I will tell-all, and sometimes, I tell these men that I love to write and Blog about it.  They are too busy in my "body is a wonderland" to take me seriously.  Therefore, I exercise my editorial prerogative to post the pages of my journal that are worth remembering.  After all, it's my diary and journal.

And until then, Happy birthday to me!  If I drunk-blog post in the next few days, then just enjoy it.  I will be sober sometime.