Happy New Year!!!

We can already count with the fingers in one hand the number of days left before we bid 2006 goodbye and welcome the new year. Almost everyone is making a list of their new year's resolutions and wishes. Mine are simple. To be able to spend more time with my husband, Alvin Patrimonio

and to be able to have more mind-blowing sex with my boyfriend, Julian Fantechi (whom I also fondly hope will be crowned Playgirl's Man of the Year for 2007).

Happy New Year everyone!!! I hope you visit my blog more in 2007!!!

Must Blow 13: Mike Tan.

Today’s addition to my Must Blow list is a young television actor from the Philippines. Of late, I do not see him much on television, so I thought it best to feature him in my blog before his fifteen minutes of fame are over. We all know how cruel show business can be.

Mike Tan was discovered about two years ago through a talent search in the Philippines’ leading TV station. Since then, he has appeared in several television shows and a couple of feature films. Most of his roles are teeny-bopper types and he has been relegated to supporting roles.

From my personal knowledge, I know that Mike is working on his physique. I have seen him a couple of times in one of the gyms that I go to. He visits mostly in the afternoon when human traffic in the gym is at the minimum. He is very kind to the staff and takes his time to speak to them. He does not appear self-important or air-headed at all. He also employs a personal trainer to help him develop the parts of his body that need improvement.

That Second Julian Fantechi Dream.

I don’t recall that I have ever dreamed about any other porn or Playgirl model. And when I say “dream’ in this instance, I refer to the one humans have at night, in their sleep, which plays subconsciously and unintentionally in their mind like a movie. But last night, an inexplicable thing happened. Julian Fantechi, the hunky body model who has appeared in Playgirl, Men and (now, as I just learned) Mandate magazines, made his second appearance in my dream. (I have already written in this blog about the first time I literally dreamed of Julian. Please refer to earlier entries.)

Unlike the first time, last night’s dream was less sexual. The scenario was this: Dean Keefer and Greg Weiner were presenting editors of Playgirl pictures of a model that they wanted to be featured in the magazine. I am sure that they were Keefer and Weiner since I saw the former’s picture when he was featured in either Out or Genre magazine while the latter’s photo is from time to time also printed in the contributors’ section of Playgirl. It impressed me that it was the office of Playgirl magazine since the editors the noted photographers were talking to were two long-haired female blondes.

Weiner was telling the editors that he and Keefer collaborated on taking the pictures of a real thoroughbred male whom they are certain will sell a million copies of the magazine. Sample photos of the male model were printed in sizes of about 20 inches by 20 inches (20” x 20”) and were splashed on the walls of the editor’s office. The thoroughbred they were referring to, of course, as I had a clearer vision of the photos, was Julian Fantechi.

The pictures showed Julian Fantechi on a boat. I do not know if it was a cruise ship, a yacht or just a sailboat. He was engaged in various activities - fishing, eating, opening a bottle of champagne (or wine), putting on and off his scuba outfit, inspecting the different parts of the vessel, sunbathing, swimming. Of course, while doing all these, he was in various states of dress and undress. But notably, all the while, his cock was thick, rigid and ready. It was so invitingly delicious!!!

The editors --- just like anyone who has seen photos of Julian--- were easily convinced. Weiner and Keefer were able to sell the publishing rights to their Julian Fantechi photo portfolio to Playgirl in the sum of $ 120,000.00!

But the dream didn’t end there. After the parties shook hands to seal the deal, Keefer and Weiner ran out of the editor’s room to inform their muse (the model, Julian, of course) of their good fortune. Julian, wearing a green shirt tucked in a fit Levi’s with his hair carefully combed and gelled, hugged the photographers to show his gratitude and elation. Afterwards, Julian went to the sofa I was sitting on. He kissed me on the lips. And then hand in hand, we left the building.

Darkness followed. That was the end of my dream.

The dream was as clear and coherent when I woke up this morning. I could only to mumble to myself, wow. Wow.

As in my other dreams, I cannot explain how or why it happened. But I definitely am very happy with how it turned out. Julian and I, hand in hand. Who would have thought?