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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Toby reloaded




Following the epic second night I spent in the arms of RX, I woke up stuporous, feeling slightly warm and strong palpitations were pounding my left lateral chest. Symptoms persisted so I decided to consult with a doctor. (Actually more like a bosom buddy who is a doctor, let’s call him Doctor X.) Doctor X took my medical history and performed a thorough physical examination. Then after a careful consideration of my presentation, he came to a disturbing conclusion. Diagnosis: Love Sickness. Holy @#%$! I grabbed Doctor X by the collar and demanded to be given the strongest available remedy. He handed me the prescription and I wasted no time and began the intensive regimen to rid myself of this most dreadful of afflictions.

First course of antibiotics, Amoxicillin: TOBY

Sunday, September 4, 2011

rX marks the spot


RX! You shrewd little devil! You tempted the curiosity in me, and toyed with my fascination for the unknown. That mask is a bane to my existence and a thorn in my side!!!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Toby, the highschool heartthrob




I recalled from my previous comment that only a handful of men could inspire my libido. Yes, I am a picky eater and I am careful of what I put into my mouth. Starvation seems to me the more obvious choice than sitting through yet another course of unsavory platter.

But just when I thought I have sampled every delicacy that appealed to my senses, Boss Papa decides to whip up another glorious entrée in his elaborate buffet of men. As soon as I saw his photo, I knew I was hungry. Call off the fast, the hunger strike is over!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Guess who's back



Done guessing? If you’ve guessed it then kudos to you, you are obviously a veteran of the MP circuit. However for the uninitiated, this place used to be the infamous Boys of Bora.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Rocky rocks my world



Photos courtesy of iodized

Ah Rocky, there have been so many good things said about you that I felt another review would be futile and would be lost in the litany of praises that you so deserve. But being my first venture into online solicitation, I felt compelled to share this eye-opening experience.

I used to frequent the MPs of the Kamias-Kamuning circuit, however due to the recent raids; I was forced to graze on ‘safer’ pastures. Of course, being new to online trading, I was filled with doubt and anxiety. After all, it is difficult to commit to a model you have not seen, and pictures do lie. But thanks to the transparency among correspondence maintained by the benevolent administrator, Boss Papa, it gave me a wonderful preview of people’s experiences and what to expect from each model. It certainly tipped the scales in their favor.

Steve, you made me feel like Eve





I was at first hesitant to hire Steve due to the negative criticisms he had recieved in his thread, but of the many choices LP had, only a handful could inspire my libido and Steve definitely made the top of that list. And since no rumors of him mugging, swindling or extorting has yet to surface, I felt relatively safe to at least try and give him the benefit of the doubt. Afterall, each time I look at his photos, I am instantly overwhelmed with feelings of lust. This was one temptation I was destined to fail... miserably...

Monday, January 17, 2011

Andre of my fantasies



The rumors are true… there is a rare specimen over at Nature’s Green Spa. Andre stood effortlessly far out from the lineup of 10 men and perhaps over all the masseurs in the Kamias-Kamuning area.



The moment the mamasan presented her pride and joy, I could no longer veer my eyes away from the car crash that is Andre. There were other good looking masseurs in the lineup but this star shined the brightest. He was around 5’7 in height, medium to large frame with well-developed pectorals, bulging biceps, v-shaped torso, and a thin waist. He has a smooth skin and no tattoos. I could not stop salivating. I was so excited about the possibilities with this fine gentleman that I wasted no time and told the mamasan of my obvious choice.


Alex the great!





Photos courtesy of doncelya678.blogspot.com


Alex was just so... good! It has been two days since I last visited Hunk's touch but the memory of his massage had left me in a euphoric state. Who knew that the secrets of pleasuring a PLU could come from a straight man.

A Hunk's Touch indeed






Last night, I decided to start with this frequently overlooked place in Kamias road. The sign board was written in a bland blue font over a white background which does not stick out from the array of signboards along the stretch of highway. Homing on the location of this establishment was somewhat of a challenge.

The reception area was shabby. No effort was exerted into imitating the ambiance of a real spa. It was bare other than for a table, a sofa and a wooden bench. However the place was clean, with no offensive odors and temperature was set at a comfortable level.

The allure of massage parlors...



I've always had a fascination with straight men. Sure, sex with a fellow PLU does have its advantages: the reciprocation of gestures, the willingness of both (or more) participants and the possibility of establishing a mutually loving relationship. But therein lies its obvious flaw - that which is attainable loses its luster all too soon. We all have an unquenchable thirst for that which is beyond our reach.

Unless of course you are fortunate enough to have plenty of experiences with the elusive straight men during those adolescent years when sexual experimentation was rampant, most will have to contend themselves with observing them as if in the zoo where the beast are behind glass partitions. Beware: do not feed the animals!

But there is a place where this veritable jungle becomes an amiable petting zoo. A place where we could pet the wild without the fear of being bitten. A place where we could finally drink from this forbidden oasis: the massage parlor.

So here I begin, one at a time, to quench this undying thirst...