RenRen... a change of heart

I think by now, I have made my utter disdain for the MP circuit well-known to the public. I still shudder when recalling the experiences from this apocalyptic wasteland. So why am I now dipping into the cesspool of tears I have once shed because of them?

Why indeed? Hahaha

Actually, like most of my hiring decisions, it all started from a photograph that has managed to provide a lasting mental imprint. I am almost certain that most can relate to this dilemma: a digital portrait of a person whom no matter the countless bad reviews you have read, the myriad of advices you have heard against or how much you try to dismiss that your encounter would be a disappointment, yet, you cannot help but give a second, a third or a fourth look. They say that fools learn from experience. So when you find yourself incapable of heeding the advice of others, you know you are willing to assume the role of the fool. So whose photograph is it that has hampered my decision-making process? It was none other than Alvin of Hilom.

Alvin has been in the business for years and I have been staring at him in admiration, albeit at a distance, for quite some time now. But past experiences from MPs have created a psychological rift and I was afraid to cross the threshold once more. So years past, and I would habitually visit the establishment's website to steal a glance of this masseur I have so yearned. 

I have Miguel and UMF to thank for the succeeding events, because it was from them that I came to learn the name of Hilom’s owner. Tony was gracious and hospitable, not at all what I expected from the riffraff of masseur owners, and thanks to him, I was able to muster enough courage to lift the self-imposed exile.

Ahihihi! I was ecstatic. Years of merely glaring at his photograph finally culminating to its conclusion. I went to Hilom, with years of pent up libido churning my loins, and requested for none other than “Alvin!”

“Alvin is here. But in the interest of full disclosure, I have to inform you that he has had a client earlier this evening.”

SHUTANGINAMESH!!! I refuse to end years of sexual frustration with someone’s hand-me-down that evening! If I were to release all the stored sexual energy I had for Alvin, it will not be after someone has had first dibs! (But kudos for the full disclosure, at least customer satisfaction is one of their priorities.) Haaayyy! Serves me right for not making a reservation ahead of time.

“Mukhang handang handa ka pa naman ngayon. Perhaps you would want to try this guy instead.”

And with that, he pointed me in the direction of RenRen.

Renren’s photos has not in the past cause me to pause and take a second look. But up close and personal, he was a looker. He stands at 5’5 to 5’6 tall, with flawless complexion, sharp nose and an infectious jovial personality. Suddenly, I feel the churning between my thighs once more.

Hilom is near my favorite trysting place, so although the establishment is probably the best kept, most well-furnished MP that I have visited, there is something about the double lock and door of motels that I find most assuring.

I took a shower after him and when I came out, pillows and blankets were neatly stacked at the dressing table. Lotion, alcohol and other massage paraphernalia were carefully laid at the bedside table and a towel was carefully spread in the middle of the bed. He was trying to recreate the setting of a massage parlor! Ooohh! This guy means business! His hands started pressing against my feet, and instantaneously, I knew why Tony recommended this guy. He was a pro. He was thorough, unhurried and exerted sincere effort.

Time to take off that sando of yours! Hehehe! His body had shape but it was not ripped. Baby fats cushioned his body but skin was flawless. Kissing was intense; his tongue filled my oral cavity. From there I slowly went down to gaze upon a dick that is delightfully not proportioned to his body. It was relatively big for someone with such a small stature. Definitely, one of the better surprises I have encountered! Hehehe! Aaaaahhh! Aaaahh! He bellowed as I tried to take the whole thing down my throat. Sadly, I could not do so for long as my jaw muscles have grown weary. He climbed on top of me once more, sat on my groin, and then gyrated his hips while his hands stroked his manhood. His face held expressions of pleasure.

Overall… Generalization and stereotyping are traits we all possess to a certain degree, but we should learn to see things for what they are and not cling on to our preconceived ideas of what they represent. Hilom has exemplified that it could rise above the usual norm, and this idealism to achieve customer satisfaction and not just financial gain is clearly reflected by its employees. If this is the future of the MP business, then there may be hope yet.

How is the chameleon?

Happy

Will I come back for seconds? Hell yeah!

Polo's tongue twister

*This story dates back to early 2012, when I was deeply infatuated with a certain masked individual.

Lately, I seem to have lost my interest in other masseurs. Every time I glance through the assortment of men in LP, I find myself gravitating back to a single profile. Flashbacks of his soft kisses and warm embrace kept looming each time I close my eyes… What in the world has this person done to me!

Doctor X, still stumped by my stubborn case of RX-itis, was continually worried by my deteriorating state. This illness was slowly wearing down my defenses and eating away at my sanity. So in a move of desperation, he has decided to forego with the practice of conservative medicine, and has settled to bombard me with a strong intravenous antibiotic. Hopefully, this aggressive move could finally get rid of the love bug… once and for all. 

Second course of antimicrobial, Vancomycin: Polo

I still remember the moment when I first came across LP during the early 2011, when the blogsite boasted a mere ten models. I also remember laughing at the meager line up of men. Hahaha! Sorry BP. But this was a time when my patience for MPs was reaching the end of its rope and I was desperately searching for alternatives. So every so often, I still visit the site, waiting for the opportunity to finally break free from the clutches of the tyrannical rule. Then one day, a profile came in the middle of the night that ignited the first flickers of hope for my eventual freedom.

Tsk! Tsk! Polo. Why was landing your services hurdled with so many obstacles? The first time I tried to break the shackles of oppression; my message of inquiry was not met with a response. Hehe! Perhaps he was just busy. I let a few days pass, and then decided to give it another try. Then… Oh my god! He was unfortunately involved in a vehicular accident! I had no choice but to postpone my plans for freedom.  

A few months then passed, during which, I had already gone to explore the world of online solicitation, but still, the thought of spending time with this security guard had not left my mind. And now that I am searching for the jolt that would release me from RX-mania, I could not think of a better time to invoke his presence once more. Then… guess what happened?!? This time, I was involved in a vehicular accident!!! Hahaha! I could not help but laugh at the cards dealt by fate. Perhaps it was trying to tell me something.

But no matter. These minor hurdles did not stop my determination. And the fateful day finally came…  

I was waiting in my room, my hada paraphernalia carefully laid out on top of the bedside table. Then the time for our meet up finally came… and WENT! !! Nothing. No sweet chime rang to herald his coming. He was late!

Ten minutes… Twenty minutes… Thirty minutes… What the hell?!? Forty minutes… ONE HOUR! AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!!!

Me fuming in anger

What the freaking eefff?!? Was I destined to never experience his warm touch and soft kisses? Was I fated to come home empty handed? I was about to ram the furniture to the wall mirror, when suddenly… Ding dong!

The bitch finally arrived! I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands for the time that he wasted. Then I thought "Hmmm... Anger may not be the best tone to set the mood of a romantic tryst." So I decided to hide the angry beast and bring out the well-mannered lady that I was brought up to be. So when I opened the door, Polo was greeted by this woman:

Me in his eyes! Hihihi

True to LP’s principles on photography, Polo’s pictures are the very reflection of his appearance, no more, no less. He sat beside me and apologized for his tardiness. He was cheerful but somehow I felt that the lines he was delivering were rehearsed. I could imagine the countless patrons who have heard the exact same words of flattery to come out of his mouth.  I actually have little patience for this kind of meaningless small talk, so fortunately for him, the clock was ticking and I was pressed for time and had no choice but to get on with the program.

So the first part of our usual torture - the massage. What massage?!? I took the lotion resting on top of the bedside table and was about voice the word “massage” when his tongue suddenly started darting towards my larynx.

“Wait lang! Hindi ba tayo magsisimula sa m-a [tongue inserted here]”

“Hindi ba kasama ang m-a [tongue inserted here]”

“Pano na ang m-a [tongue inserted here]”

“SANDALI LANG SIR! Yung m-a [tongue inserted here]”

Hahaha! I give up! The thought of dying of asphyxiation from choking on his tongue terrified me so I decided to stop pushing for the massage. We continued to lock lips and my hands started crawling to feel the contours of his body. It was ripped at the right places and his muscles felt hard against my fingerpads. I was beginning to enjoy the heat of the moment, when suddenly, he opened his mouth once more.

“Ang ganda ganda ng nipples mo! Sarap susuhin!”

“Ang kinis kinis ng balat mo!”

“Ang ganda ganda ng pwet mo, masarap ka siguro tirahin!”

As soon as those words reached my ears, my eyes were rolling in contempt. Do other patrons really fall for such flattery? They must have. I, for one, abhor such shameless adulation. Keep it real or don’t say anything at all. Haaaayyy! But to salvage this crumbling situation, I then told him to remove his underwear. At least down there, I would be far away from his mouth. Hihihi! 
  
Then lo and behold! Another surprise for the pleasure of my eyes! I stared at it, bent down, then proceeded to give the world’s smallest pecker a blow (exaggerating). 

By the end, I was crying inside.

So was the long wait worth it? Hahaha! To that I say - Hell no! I should have listened to fate's not so cryptic message.

How is the chameleon?

Disappointed

Will I come back for seconds? And risk choking to death? Haha I think not...

With yet another course of antibiotics completed, Doctor X ordered that my blood be cultured to determine if the little critters were finally eradicated.

Blood culture result: Multiple red colony-forming-units grown on agar  medium.

Damn it!

How does one prove happiness?

Most simply put a smile on their face

While others give a warm embrace

Some choose to give a friendly gesture

To reciprocate a kindness with a treasure

Everyone’s take on happiness is different

Contentment or joy, forever or a moment

But how does one truly measure

A concept so abstract about ones pleasure

An impossible feat, I cannot deny

But here I am, giving it a try

They say a picture is worth a thousand words

So here is my happiness, the night it occurred

I was onced asked by an anonymous commentator if I still meet with my Adonis. The above pictures are my answer. 

After all, how can I not meet with him again? When out of all those that I have met, only one has me yearning, only one could truly leave me wanting for more.

Evil Mamasan

The search for Allen has been taxing. I have followed many leads only to discover its dead end. So every day, I make my little phone call to Eaglenest Spa for the off-chance of finally catching this big fish. Then one day…

ManilaSpanatic: Magandang gabi po… Nandiyan po ba si Allen?


Mamasan: Ah opo! Nandito na siya!

...

OOOOHHHHEEEEMMMMGGGEEEE!!!

KACHING!

Aaaaaayyyyyy!!!

Binuksan ang shower at nagmadaling kinuskos ang lahat ng kasuloksulukan ng aking beautiful voluptuous body.

“Inday! Wag mo ng kulutin ang buhok ko! I-abot mo na lang sakin ang golden scepter at ihanda na ang royal carriage!”

Pagbaba ng hada mobile, palundaglundag ang lakad, tulad ngtibok ng puso ko.

...

ManilaSpanatic: Hello po! Nandiyan na daw si Allen? Ahihihi (Kinikilig)

Mamasan: Ah! Wala po!

HUH?

Mamasan: Wala po siya, pero madami kaming masseurs dito. Si Borgy, yan malaki ang… (everything after “wala po siya” sounded like white noise…)

AMFUTAH!!!

OFF WITH HER HEAD!!! PASLANGIN ang mashondang mamasan na yan! I am giving a steep reward for her capture, dead or alive! Preferably dead!

At kung sakaling you want to please your hada queen, this is her real lifephotograph:

Evil Mamasan laughing

CHOS!

Pero malapit ang itsura niya diyan! I swear!

Hehehe!

Clever! Very clever Eaglenest. Perhaps they thought that once I get there in my sexually charged state, I could easily be swayed to get the other horses in her stable. Well, Jedi mind tricks only work on weaker minds and this deceitful ploy they have used against me not only cost them a customer for the evening, but also earned them a spot on the list of places that will no longer be graced by the presence of your royal highness.

The scene of our battle:

Oh well! The search continues. But for now, let us go back to the time I was missing in action during the first half of this year, when I was still in the throes of RX.

So the RX saga continues...

P.S. This was written quite a while back. I just thought of sharing the story of my momentous failure. But I did find Allen, and I have had him.

P.S.S No rewards for her death by the way. Hihihi.

Kakayanin ko ba ito?

Stop right there! 

Before orgiastic fantasies begin flashing before your eyes, no simultaneous ravaging of my beauty actually occurred at the hands of the three musketeers. A triple penetration is an aspiration I have no desire of bringing to reality. Hahaha! I just attended another photoshoot and was delighted to see them all in one place. Then I remembered a comment from Jao in Miguel's entry of the three barkadas and how, in his/her words, "lahat sila tinuhog mo!" I just thought it would be hilarious to take a picture of them together. Hihihi!

Here are the rest of the pictures taken by yours truly. Enjoy!

Jhoross

Erick

Vincent Fhrixx

Now all of them together once more.

Aaaaaayyyyy!!!! Ako na lang ang kulang!

Enter scene: ManilaSpanatic

Me holding a jar

Chos!!! Hahahahaha

This entry is dedicated to the one who gave me the idea of its conception - Jao. 

Miguel... into the lion's den

When choosing a masseur, we often immerse ourselves in the wealth of information blogs and forums have to offer. We read the experiences of brave souls who were courageous enough to take the first leap, and we start to imagine ourselves walking in the very shoes of the writer.  We feel the same joy they felt, laugh when they laugh, and resent those they have come to resent. Soon, our decisions are slowly molded by the opinions of others, and we find ourselves conforming to their thoughts and contemplations. Truly, the written word holds a strong sway on our subconscious psyche. Rizal was right on the mark when he said “The pen is mightier than the sword.” I myself am no exception to this rule. My choices are the summation of filtered conjectures and sentiments. My decisions - the results of the views from the collective. But there are times when a person transcends all good and bad reviews, because from the moment you first laid eyes on him, cognition and good judgment are cast off, and you find yourself rendered utterly helpless.

I have made known of my obvious attraction to Jhoross from the moment of our first meeting. After all, what’s not to like? Killer smile, great body, and an ass that won’t quit. He was dreamy, clean-cut and noticeably handsome. But while the attention of the gay population was, as of now, focused on him, my eyes have again begun to wander elsewhere. On the fateful night I joined the closed door meeting, my gaze was also enthralled by another. Jhoross was loudly good-looking, obviously attractive, and his looks would definitely cater to the taste of the majority. This person, on the other hand, was little more silent, a little more discreet, yet, when our eyes met, emotions of turmoil and heated passion came surging through my loins. And when I asked for the sound of his sweet name, he uttered in baritone “Miguel”.

Days past after the debut of his profile, criticisms began plaguing his thread. Yet even after all that has been said, nothing could deter my sheer force of will (and lust. Hehehe). However be assured, I have not lost all of my mental faculties. I decided to bring a whip, a wooden chair and have begun inquiring on the possibility of purchasing a tranquilizer gun. Yes, a testament to the lengths I will go to suck cock.

Ding dong… the parade of lions have arrived.

I opened the door and waited to hear the roar from the king of the jungle. Then… Eh? Where was the ferocious beast I have come to expect? The claws? The fangs? And the bigger-than-life attitude? Instead I was greeted by a pacified pussy cat. Miguel was not all I expected. He was friendly, accommodating, a chatter box, a bit naïve actually... and he was endearing.

I have played multiple scenarios in my mind on the different things I will do to him once in the confines of my dungeon. But now, with him actually within reach, all I wanted to do was pounce and tear off the clothes on his back. Hihihi.

The massage was adequate. Coming from an MP, it was apparent that he was taught how to deliver a proper massage. Strokes were delivered at the right places, but pressure was a little light. Maybe I should have told him to press a little harder, but usually on the first meeting I allow them to proceed with their usual routine. Perhaps on our next meet up. Hehehe. After delivering the Swedish treatment, he took off the towel around his waist, laid it on my back (HOT!!!), and started pressing the points of my back in line with a Shiatsu technique. I should have given more attention to him fiddling my back, but my eyes were already fixated on other things. Hehehe.

"Sir, simulan na natin?"

COME TO MAMA! Hahaha! He licked, sucked and nibbled my nipples with the expertise of a true veteran. Miguel easily rises to the cream of the crop in this arena. His breath was fresh and his mouth was a true pleasure to lock lips with. His skin percolated with the fragrance of freshly picked flowers. Time for the lion to be fed. RAWR!!! Hehehe! I first softly kissed the tip, nibbled the shaft, then swallowed the head... just the head. His mouth gaped and his eyes begged for more. I smiled, kissed him again, then went and took everything in. Aaaaahhhhhh! Slowly it grew to fill the fringes of my mouth.  It was above average in size and way above average in thickness! And the shape… ooohh the shape! Keithly has just been dethroned from holding second place for best shaped pecker.

“Tirahin kita sir?”

Ummm… I looked at him… then I looked at the girth of his penis.

“Wag na lang!”

The day that I would be rushed to the hospital for a lacerated be-hymen had just been postponed… indefinitely. Hehehe!

Scene of the crime

So how has the grain of salt served me? Well to that I say… SPRINKLE AWAY! Hahaha! Forums and blogs came to existence for obvious reasons. They provide us with previews and insights of what to expect. But these are no replacement for intuition and gut feeling. After all, if I did follow every word to the letter, I would not sporting a wide grin right now.

How is the chameleon?

Happy

Will I come back for seconds? I don’t know… ask him. He’s right beside me... again! Hahaha!

And with that, manilaspanatic will rest for now… until new meat is once again thrown into the lion’s den.

Ciao!

One drunken evening...

Sabi ko wholesome ang magiging peg ko kagabi. 

Pero nagdala pa din akong toolbox... just in case. 

Honorary girl scout ata ito... 

Hehehe.

So sumama ako in one of Mamu O's infamous girl's night out with my chastity belt secured and locked at nilunon ang susing gumuhit sa aking esophagus.

Char!

Dinala kami ni Mamu O sa isang building na parang guguho na sa susunod na iihip ang malakas na hangin.

Nakakatakot naman ditey.

Spakol (me): "Mamu O, sigurado ka ba dito? Parang kasing diyan dinadala ang mga kidnap for ransom victims."

Mamu O: "Ah ganon b? Pero ok kasi dito. Ang mga models nag a-all the way."

...

Mamu O: "Oh! Nasan na si spakol?"

Slygeorge: "Nandun Mamu O, nagbabayad na ng entrance fee!"

Chos!

Pero wala naman palang entrance fee, may two drink mininum lang.

Hehehe.

Aaaayyyy!!! 

Nagquota ang mga mata ko sa sari saring burat na nakita!

Mataba, mahaba, pataas, pababa, pakaliwa, pakanan...

Tapos...

Zigzag, wavy, sigmoidal, tangential, perpendicular...

Chos!

Napansin ata ni Mamu O ang naglalagkit kong tingin sa mga naka hilerang man-shrooms at naisipan niyang pabusugin pa lalo ang namumula ko ng mga mata.

Pinapunta niya ang one of her talents sa gay bar...

HONGWAFU in fernez!

Nakalimutan ko tuloy ang mga gumigiling na burat sa stage at ang adonis na katabi na lamang ang binigyan ng pansin.

...

Sadyang mahina talaga ako sa alak at hindi ko na maalala ang mga susunod na kabanata...

Nagising na lang akes sa silid ng aking new-found palace na may katabi...

Panic mode: "OMG! Sino ka? Ano nangyari sakin kagabi? Bakit nakatwalya ka lang? Hala! Ano ginawa mo sakin??? OMG OMG OMG!!!"

"Sir relax lang! Eto baka maalala mo..."

...

"Aaahhh, Vincent... ikaw pala yan."

Hehehe.

"Nasan na pala ang chastity belt?"

CHOS!

Note: The above model is not from the gay bar. And I do remember everything that has happened. Full review to follow...

The Silence of Jhoross

Errata: Lucky Charm is still open for business. 

Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there existed a photograph that sprinkled me with enough lust dust and sent me flying back to MP-neverneverland. Though I may have flown to this land to be with Peter “John” Pan, my attention was surreptitiously caught by one of the lesser known protagonist. This Lost Boy was actually more dashing than Peter Pan. He is indeed so handsome that I have almost forgotten one crucial fact: only Peter Pan could fly or in other words - my ONLY ride home, so I decided to stick by his green flying ass. Hehehe. Now, though I am back in the reality we call Earth, I still dream of my journey to this far away land and to finally be with the handsome Lost Boy, who goes by the name of Jhoross.

I almost had a heart attack when Lucky Charm had closed its doors for business. It would seem the threat of raids finally took its toll on its popularity. I was irreconcilable (exaggerating), devastated with the realization that the possibility of meeting Jhoross had been reduced to a mere fairy tale. Fortunately, like in any children’s story, when the protagonist had reached the pinnacle of self-doubt and all hope seemed lost, a deus ex machina conveniently appears to save the day. Enter my version of a fairy godmother: LP.

I was fortunate enough to be invited in one of LP closed door meetings. I was handed the roster of models applying and the schedule of meeting for each model. Looking through this list, a name popped out from the sea of anonymous-es, a combination of letters I thought I would never see again – J-H-O-R-O-S-S. I was... ecstatic.

The fateful day finally came and I could no longer hide my excitement. I left the office as soon as the clock struck 12. I hopped into my motorized pumpkin and thanked my lucky stars and garters that my driver’s license had not been revoked. Hehehe. I parked my car with all the finesse of skinning a cat and prepared myself to meet my knight in shining armor.

Ah Jhoross, you look even better than when we first met. He stands at 5’8 tall, his arms bursting out of his sleeves, and I swear I can see the silhouette of his abs through his T-shirt. Yes, he was delicious, and the other patrons were starting to salivate. So before the cougars could dig their filthy claws into him, I went straight to the big boss to strike the first deal. With the success of our negotiation, I once again glanced at my prize and gave him a menacing grin. He smiled back, obviously unaware of the brewing dark plans I had for him that evening. 

Muhahaha!

So fast forward to where it really matters. Hehehe.

Wow! This guy has everything. First, good looks, then now, good hands. I could feel all the pent up tension melting away under the weight of his fingers. He was surprised when I complimented how good he was. After all, during his debut into the flesh trade, he had received numerous complaints of his incompetency as a masseur. Luckily, a very good friend of his, who was a professional masseur, was kind enough to teach him the tricks of the trade. So Voila! I am now enjoying the fruits of his hard work. Hehehe.

Now time to make our baby prince! Hahaha.

He stripped and I was jumping up and down in joy at the sight of his family jewels. I offered to switch the TV program to channel 108 but he politely declined, saying that he does not need any other visual stimuli! (Someone please hand this guy a trophy!) Aaaahhhh! His tongue! That phenomenal tongue. It was the right combination of sucking and licking that could curl anyone’s toes. I grabbed his neck and stared at his face, then started kissing those soft lips. I wanted to return the favor and so I summoned every skill set my mouth had at its disposal. Suction, deep throating, tea-bagging, corkscrew motion, the harmonica and so on. Then…

Kru... kru...

Chirp... chirp...

Eh? Silence… a deafening silence. What the hell is happening? Where were the oooohs & aaahhhs that I have grown used to hearing? The “Ang sarap ng bibig mo.” “Ang galing ng bunganga mo.” “You give the best blowjob ever.” But instead of the praises I have grown accustomed to, I was greeted with a stoic expression and the whirring of the ventilation system. Hmmm… Maybe he just needed some warming up. So again, I went through the same motions. Suction, deep-throating, tea-bagging, corskrew motion, the harmonica… then… NOTHING! Absolutely nothing! Feelings of self-doubt started creeping like the cold wind. Was I just not good enough? No, that can’t be it. Maybe he likes it done differently. So I mustered enough courage to utter the words:

“Hindi ka ba nasasarapan?”

“Ok lang naman.”

…  kru... kru...

“Sorry ano po ulit yun? Parang nabingi ako kanina e.”

“Ok lang naman po, sir.”

Ok lang? OK LANG NAMAN? I use to get affirmations from RX, Allen (LP), Jock, Christian, Richard, Erick, Jeffrey Hernan, and the countless casual sex partners blessed with experiencing my world renowned fellatio. (Haha! Now I’m bragging). But now… OK the freaking LANG NAMAN? I could feel the rush of blood surging through my ears and cheeks. Just as how pride has escaped every fiber of my being, my whole belief system also went out the window. I wanted to crawl up the sheets and die.

“Sir, okay lang po ba kayo?”

He must have noticed my apparent shock at his response.

“Ah, okay lang naman. Sige tuloy lang natin”

So in trying to hide the humiliation of defeat, I swallowed my pride, as well as his pride once more. I blew and I blew until he came in the deafening silence.

On our way to his drop-off point, I asked the question that has lingered in my mind all evening.

“Jhoross, hindi ka ba talaga nasarapan?”

“Sir, ganon lang po talaga ako na tahimik.”

With the sigh of defeat, I comforted myself with the resolution that perhaps what he is saying is true and humbly accepted his explanation. I pulled over and he got off my car.

“Sige sir, sa uulitin.”

“Sige, pero sa susunod, patitirikin ko na ang mata mo sa sarap.”

He laughed and smiled, then he shut the door of my carriage. I watched him walk away, with his white T-shirt slowly fading into the shadows.

…

So how was it? Well, despite my obvious defeat, Jhoross is actually a great find. Silence may not have been the ideal sound to be heard during a homoerotic tryst, but I would have preferred it over explicit flattery. I think that he is a sincere person and though our tale may have ended with less than a happy ending, there is no denying that Jhoross is a prince.

Chameleon Scale:

Happy

Will I come back for seconds? YES! I still want to ride the horse of my knight in shining armor. And more so than that… I want a rematch!

But before our second meeting… I plan to brush up on my literature.

HAHAHA!!! Jhoross! You have better be ready…

DISCLAIMER: He may have gotten the wrong impression that I was a part of the LP administration, hence showing his best behavior. But then again, he may also be genuinely nice. My point is... don't blame me. Hehehe. And take everything with a grain of salt.