You’re still a Virgin

I was talking to a dear friend of mine. She narrated to me her first sexual experience. I was aroused and inspired that I have to write it down and make a story out of it.

This is a story of two college students… She was staying alone in a boarding house. One day, a family friend asked if she can temporarily accommodate a boy who has nowhere to stay in a big city. How could she refuse but to give in and let him stay until he found his own place! The family friend trusted them both for they are known to be good natured persons.

The girl is a virgin and when she was confronted with this rare situation, she was scared but deep inside, lustfully excited.

She’s pretty and slender. The boy is handsome and attractive like a member of a Korean boy band.

One day, after they both arrived from school, they stared at each other and for a moment, they knew it was a time they couldn’t resist but fall for the temptation they have been avoiding for days.

She maintained her distance and continued to pretend he’s nothing but a simple schoolmate who happened by chance to be on the same roof. But the boy realized it was the day he needed to seize lest he might not have a chance anymore.

She was about to go to bed, wearing her t-shirt and shorts. He was wearing a body fitting sando and boxers. When the lights were turned off, he slowly came to her bed.

Immediately she noticed and nervously exclaimed, “John, what are you doing?”

In a whisper-like tense tone, he said, “Jen, I just can’t stop myself anymore!”

“Huh?! What do you mean?”

“I have to confess. I’m attracted to you.”

“You have to go back to your bed.”

“I just wanna talk for a while.”

“We can talk tomorrow morning.”

He came nearer and sat on her bed.

She pushed him saying, “John, I said you have to go back to your bed!”

“Jen, don’t push me. I’m not doing anything here. I said I just wanna talk.”

“What do you wanna talk that you have to come near me?”

“I said I’m attracted to you! You’re so beautiful.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You’re not attracted to me?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I just don’t know. Is there a problem with that?”

He then gently touched her shoulders and started caressing her body.

Her heart was beating faster with sweat all over her forehead and neck while she kept avoiding his stare.

He touched her long straight hair as she suddenly couldn’t move as if his hands had a mysterious force she couldn’t resist.

He stroked her legs as he started kissing her. It was her first kiss. She didn’t know how to respond but the boy guided her lips until they were passionately kissing, sucking and licking each other’s mouth, lips, tongue and neck.

He then gently squeezed her breasts against her t-shirt when she started to moan erotically saying, “Aaahhh, shit!”

He held her hand to touch his crotch. He moved her hand to rub his shorts so she can feel his hard fully erect cock. They stared at each other, still with their hearts beating in tense and lust.

He took off his sando showing his fit body while she was somehow glued on his burning eyes. He took off her t-shirt. She was like under his spell that she just went along with what he was doing.

Then he carefully moved her to lay down on bed. He resumed kissing her while he took off his boxers. He held her hand to touch his cock, guiding her hand on how to masturbate.

The heat in their bodies grew intense. He took off her bra and started licking and sucking her erect pinkish nipples as she moaned again but at that moment, the moan was more sexually explicit, saying, “Oh, John! Aaahhh! What are you doing to me?”

He sensuously replied, “Jen, you like it?”

“Aahhh, I don’t know!”

He then took off her shorts and gently rubbed his fingers against her panty. She was soooo wet and so it was nice, easy and luscious to rub her pussy. She was moaning louder, “Aaahhhh, John! Uuoohh, please stop!”

Any carnal man when they hear those kinds of words just mean one thing. And that is: Don’t stop. The girl likes it. The girl heavenly loves it.

Like any carnal man, John couldn’t get enough. He had to do what he had to do. To fuck her.

And so, his fully erect long-standing cock was positioned to culminate the act. He then tried to penetrate her pussy but when she felt that he was about to be devirginized, she exclaimed, “John, please don’t! Please!”

He still continued but she exclaimed again in a serious tone, “John, I said please stop!”

“Jen, it’s ok! Calm down! This won’t hurt.”

“I said please don’t do it!”

“Ok, ok. I just wanna let you feel my cock around your vagina.”

“Huh?! What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you. My cock will just stay outside your vagina. I just want you to feel my cock caress yours. Ok?”

“Huh?! I don’t know! I’m a virgin and I want to stay this way. I hope you understand.”

“Jen, I understand.”

True to his word, there was no penetration, just rubbing the head of his cock against the vagina’s outer part. The one-of-a-kind hot steamy erotic scene resumed until he cummed on her hand. Thereafter, when she was at the classroom, blankly listening to the teacher, she kept thinking about what happened, replaying on her mind the highly erotic scene with a naughty sweet smile on her face. She said to herself, “Good job, Jen! You’re still a virgin! But God, he’s so yummy! His cock is so yummy!”

I miss her so much

Weeks ago, I decided to go for a massage even though I still have this fear due to the ongoing pandemic. Although in my place, Cebu city, massage spas have already resumed operation.

I remember when Covid hit our country last year of March, I told myself, “Mike, this is a sign that you would stop lusting around with those massage therapists. This could also be the sign that you will finally evolve to become a better spiritual man.”

I thought I could hold on to my words but I didn’t last, as expected. I’m back lusting around. I just couldn’t suppress my sexual need for pleasure with a different woman.

And so I went back to this spa in Mabolo where I first had my lingam massage several years ago. It was like I was in full circle, restarting my carnal activities. I don’t know if restarting would mean boosting my sexual drive. I guess it just means, I’m being true to my basic human nature. Lustful…

When I got there, there was no one in the reception area. I know it wasn’t closed because there was a small billboard lighted sign saying, OPEN. I said in a moderated tone, “Hello! Anyone around?”

After a few seconds, a lady came up saying, “Hello, sir! Sorry to keep you waiting!”

I replied, “That’s ok,” as I stared at her quickly. I whispered, “She’s not attractive, unlike the one before whom I was planning to date and fuck.”

I observed the place and I realized it was almost the same, the last time I had my massage with my favorite masseuse. She’s no longer there. She already got two kids from different men. I bet those are her customers. Hehehe!

I told the receptionist, “I’m impressed because your spa is one of the very few which survived in this pandemic.”

She replied, “You’re right, sir.”

Their new price is 1,000 PHP. I think it was 900 before. But I understand. They need to financially recover after closing their business for over 6 months due to government order. I even thought that businesses like massage parlors will never be allowed to open unless everyone is vaccinated. In a massage setting, covid transmission can more likely to happen due to close contact. But since there are safety protocols being strictly implemented, so I think it’s gonna be fine.

I was wearing my face mask, the receptionist too as well as the therapists whom I saw passing by the receiving area.

One masseuse passed by as I wished she would be the one to handle me. The rest I saw was unattractive, bloated and old.

And so my wish came true. Not only that, she surprisingly resembled my badly missed mistress before. What can I say but, “Thank God!”

She got long black straight hair but of course, I wasn’t satisfied with her appearance due to her face mask and face shield.

You know, I really have an issue with this damn face shield. If I’m not mistaken, our country is the only one which requires citizens to wear it on top of the face mask. The rest of the countries are content with face shields. In our malls, grocery stores, public transport, both face mask and that damn face shield are strictly required before entry.

Anyway, what matters, the masseuse I wished was in front of me. Of course, I should not take it personally of her wearing the protective gear. I’m sure, it’s their spa policy before handling a customer.

And so the sensual massage started first with my back, legs, thigs, butt, balls and finally my dick. “God, I miss this! I love this!”

She got soft hands which are erotic enough to make me sexually stimulated in gradual and progressive manner.

But all I was thinking during the massage was my mistress. How I missed our countless great fucking activities. She’s like no other. After our separation, I tried to look for another woman whom I can duplicate my unique sexual experience with her. After many different girls, my search failed. I guess I may not be able to find like her. There was no day that I didn’t think of her. Wherever she is right now, I hope she’s just fine.

In silence, I prayed, “My Lord, you know how I miss her so much! You also know, my Lord, how I still love her! In my heart, my love for her is always here. She still holds my heart. I pray, wherever she is right now, she’s just fine together with her hubby and kids. I pray that together with her family, she’s safe and protected at all times. I exactly don’t know if she still loves me in her heart and mind, my Lord. But it doesn’t matter now. What matters her family is intact. Her husband has completely forgiven her and continues to love her unconditionally. With that thought, my Lord, I rest my case. But wait, my Lord! I think my case with her isn’t yet over because if it is, why do I still long for her? Why do I still wish that I would suddenly meet her at the mall or at the street? Why do I keep searching for her name in google and fb, hoping I’ll be able to find her profile and message her? Why can’t I stop emailing her when there has been no reply from her? Why every time I hear her name, our lovely and sexy wild memories come rushing to my mind? Why, my Lord, why? But most of all, why do I keep saying to myself that if I ever get the chance to meet her, I would grab her and let her get inside my car so we can go to the motel and fuck again! My God, I tell you, I wouldn’t hesitate of doing it again. For now, my Lord, grant my prayer that she’s just fine and safe together with her family. Amen.”

The lingam massage ended. It was weird because I felt empty. I thought I had a good, relaxing and sensual time. It’s just I miss her so much.

The Wisdom of Manong 2

I reflected for a while on what Manong just said as we continued to walk. I must admit, oftentimes I get to be worried and keeping the worry in my mind for long. By then, I got to be fully aware especially when he said, Happiness is a state of mind which we create and it mostly dictates whether we’re just gonna be fine or not. But then again, I also have to take care of my body since the mind doesn’t have the 100% control of our well-being. I exactly don’t know if this is the first time I’ve heard it. Maybe I’ve read something about it but it slips my mind but hearing from someone who lives by it, I’m moved more than ever.

He asked, “You have more questions, Mike?”

“Yes, I do, Manong. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna ask some personal questions. Is that ok with you?”

“What is it?”

“I know your wife passed away few years ago, but does that mean you don’t have a sex life anymore?”

“What a question!”

“I’m sorry about my question. That’s ok if you don’t wanna answer.”

“I’m just amused with your question. Of all the questions in the world, that’s the one you’ve thought?!”

“It’s really ok, Manong. You don’t have to answer. You don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, no, no! I’ll answer it. You’re not someone I really don’t know. I’ve known you since you were just a little boy. You seem to be a nice man. Is that right?”

“You’re right, Manong. You can trust me.”

“Very well… Let’s sit for a while. My knees really want to rest now.”

So we went to something where we can sit. It’s a cemented kind of seat with some dust on it so I had to wipe it off before sitting.

“So regarding your question, if I tell you this, you’ll be the first person to know and I don’t plan on telling this to another one. I trust you. Could I be mistaken in trusting you?”

“No, Manong. Not at all.”

“First of all, even when my wife was still alive, I masturbate from time to time. You know when you’re old, you don’t enjoy sex as much when you’re younger. I mean, it’s very physically tiring if you’re on top fucking and pumping the vagina. Right?”

“Hahahaha! You’re right, Manong! Although I’m half your age, sometimes, I do feel tired. So I know what you mean.”

“So masturbation is useful, but when she passed away, I realize masturbation loses its meaning. I don’t know but I felt so empty doing it. So that led me to find someone who could be my sex partner. And since I can’t just grab a girl and have her as my girlfriend… If I do that, what will my children say about me? Not only that, what will people say about me especially our neighbors?”

“Right. So what did you do?”

He sat closer besides me. He looked at the back and his side…

He then said, “I discovered this place where they offer lingam massage. Do you know what that means?”

“Hehehe! I know what you’re talking about, Manong.”

“Aha! So you go to those places!?”

“I did but not anymore presently.”

“Why not?”

“Let’s just say I wanna be focused with my wife. We still have good sex.”

“That’s good.”

“So, Manong, you go for a Lingam massage and?”

“That’s the good thing about it because you just have to relax, lie down while the therapist works hard until you reach your orgasm.”

“I’m sure it would take longer for you to cum with your age?”

“You’re right about that!”

“Hahaha! And I’m sure you give big tip to compensate the efforts of the masseuse. Is that right?”

“You’re right again!”

“So have you found your sex partner there?”

“Why are you so good with your questions as if you already know that my answers are all yes?”

“Hehehe! Let’s just say, I’ve been around.”

“That’s good because I’m sharing my secret with the right person.”

“So going back to my question about the sex partner thing…”

“After trying different therapists, I finally found this girl whom I could say, the perfect one, because she’s young, beautiful and most of all understanding with my age and needs. From then on, I’ve been a frequent patron. I go there once a week, sometimes, twice. If I don’t do this, my life could be boring, just waiting for the days to go by until I die. I don’t wanna live my remaining days like that. I have money. What is this for? My children have money and they don’t need any money from me. Sometimes, they give me money so I can buy what I want. Clothes, shoes, material things don’t make me happy. I’m just contented with my old clothes and other stuff. What’s important, they’re all clean. What makes me happy now is keeping my sexual needs filled up. So whoever invented this orgasm in man’s life, it could be God or whoever, it’s the best thing we ever have. So why deny it? It’s keeping me alive!”

The Wisdom of Manong

I have a friend who is already 82 years old. Oftentimes, I see him walking around with his dog. He’s always smiling every time I see him. One time I had a meaningful conversation with him.

“Manong, how are you?”

“Well, I’m still the same, a happy guy!”

“That’s what I like about you, manong! If you don’t mind, can you share to me the secret of your long healthy life?”

“Well, Mike, there’s no secret. Look at me. You just have to be happy all the time as much as you can.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. It shows! That’s it?”

“Well, being happy is I would say, contributes to more than 50% of your wellness. So if you say you’re happy but you continually smoke and drink, surely, someday, you get hit with sickness until you die. So if you say you’re happy but deep inside you, you continue to be worried and resentful towards others, then sooner or later, you get sick. What I’m saying is you have to take care both of your body and mind.”

“I get it, Manong. What about the foods you eat? Are you an organic vegetarian?”

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s good if you practice that. But if you’re very strict with your diet, making sure everything you consume is organic and vegetarian, but what if one day time will come when you’re already so hungry, but you can’t find anything that’s vegetarian and organic, would you just continue to be hungry even you feel so weak? You can get sick if that’s the case? Right?”

“Right. So are you saying, you eat anything so you don’t get hungry?”

“Of course! The secret is moderation and letting go.”

“So you have a secret then, manong!”

“But moderation is not a secret. All people know, we should eat and drink moderately, right?”

“Right. What do you mean by letting go? I guess this is your secret.”

“Well, you can say that. It just means, just let go of your worries. So if you’re able to eat a grilled steak in a party where you’re invited… Of course, it’s an insult to refuse an offer from the host to eat that well-prepared food. Just don’t think about the cholesterol. Just enjoy while eating but then again, in moderation. What I’m saying, your mind mostly dictates whether you’re just gonna be fine or not.”

“I see. What can I say? That’s a very meaningful wisdom you’ve told me, manong. Thank you.”

“So be happy but be sincere. You can’t fake happiness. You alone are the only one who know if you’re really happy or not. Eat pork and beef a little. Drink one bottle of beer. What’s important, you enjoy. You’re not denying yourself life’s simple happiness. Happiness is a state of mind. You create it. But you can’t create it if the outside forces affect you. You should not be affected. Worry is natural. What’s not natural is keeping it in your mind for long. You should not entertain worry. It’s the biggest enemy to happiness. Anger is natural. What’s not natural is keeping it for long. Let go. Forgive. Wish your enemies wellness. If you do, you’re actually wishing yourself wellness. So as you can see, Mike, the mind is very powerful. Don’t you ever underestimate it! It’s like the commander-in-chief of your life.”

The Attractive Saleslady

This happened last year of May…

I was told by my wife to buy some groceries one Friday. As I was about to go outside the mall, I saw this attractive saleslady, dressed in tight fitting jeans and t-shit, wearing high heels.

My lust was activated again. Although I’d been telling myself to go home right away but as I said, my lust is something which is very powerful that oftentimes, I just keep losing the battle.

So I pretended to buy something as I went inside their store. After asking some information about their products and after I observed her supervisor went out for a while, I began my smooth moves.

When all left but me and the saleslady, with full confidence, I asked, “Is it ok we meet after your work?

She replied with a facial expression of getting playful, “Hah?! What are we gonna do, sir?”

“We’ll just eat and after I’ll drive you home.”

“Are you sure, sir?”

As I was making my own impression on her, with her sexy look and being vocal with the way she expressed herself, I was thinking she was easy to get and I can have a one stand with her.

I glanced at my watch. Obviously, I didn’t have much time left. In order to assure she shows up, I said, “Here’s 500. I’ll give you another if you show up.”

She was a bit shocked. Before she could say anything, I told her I’ll wait for her at a certain location on the agreed time. I mentioned my car plate number. I didn’t even wait for her yes. I abruptly left when her supervisor came back.

Guess what? She came and got inside the car.

She smiled and greeted me while breathing heavily, “Hi, sir!”

“Hi! Thank God, you showed up! I hope your boyfriend wouldn’t get mad about this.”

“Hahaha! As if I have a boyfriend!”

“So you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“Sir, let’s not talk about it. So where shall we go?”

A text came in. I looked at my cellphone and said, “Damn!”

She asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Something came up. I have to be home right away.”

“It’s ok, sir. I’ll just go with my friends. Ok?”

I answered, “Ok. I’ll just text you. Take care now,” as I gently touched her hair.”

She got out from the car. I knew I had the opportunity to fuck her but I had to attend immediately to my daughter who got high fever.

I noticed some mysterious forces, I couldn’t identify, which have been trying to pull me out from my carnal activities. I don’t know if I have to be grateful about it but all I know, this is better as long as my family continues to be intact and well.