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.

i don’t wanna be a homewrecker

Just yesterday, I was stuck on traffic when I saw this woman standing at the side of the street. She was waiting for a bus ride. Just like the others, she was wearing face mask and a face shield. What caught my attention was her outfit and hair. Here we go again! That mini skirt and long straight black hair again!

Since my car is tinted, in order for me to have a clearer view, I had my window down. Then I said to myself, “I think I know this girl.”

After some few seconds of stare and analyzing her facial and bodily features, I exclaimed, “Oh my God! This must be Karlene!”

I could be mistaken but I had to take a risk of calling her name. I was getting bored of my routine due to this bullshit pandemic. So I shouted, “KARLENE? IS THAT YOU?”

She looked at me surprised. She acted like getting embarrassed.

I shouted again as I removed my mask, “KARLENE! THIS IS ME, MIKE! YOU REMEMBER?”

She moved nearer and finally nodded while saying, “Oh, Mike! It’s you!”

I got excited and replied immediately, “Yeah, it’s me! Come and lemme give you a ride!”

Then she got inside the car while my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath and happily said, “Wow! It’s really you, Karlene! How are you?”

She chuckled in a sensual manner and said, “Well, I’m still the same. Pretty! Hehehe!”

My cock began to get hard. I whispered to myself, “If there’s just no pandemic, I can bring her to a motel right now and fuck her hard!”

She asked, “Mike, are you saying something?”

“I said, you really haven’t changed. Indeed, you’re still so sexy and beautiful!”

“I know you, Mike. You say to that to any pretty girl you meet. Is that right?”

“Hahaha! Anyway, let’s not talk about that. How are you these days? I mean, what have you been doing after I last saw you?”

All of a sudden she blurted out, “What are we doing? We’re not wearing masks, Mike! Maybe you have covid! I could get infected right now!”

I just laughed and responded, “Or maybe you’re the one who got covid!”

She laughed and sweetly smiled as she caressed my face, saying, “Mike, I miss you. I really do.”

I held her hand while my other hand was continually on the steering wheel. I couldn’t respond immediately.

We were silent for a while. Few minutes after, I said, “Karlene, I just want you to know that what happened to us was something special. Please don’t think it was just sex.”

“Mike, you don’t have to explain. I told you before I understand. We can’t be together. I’m sorry I refused when you wanted to fuck me at that time. Once is enough. If we do it again, I might be craving for it. I don’t wanna be a homewrecker. Your wife is pretty. I know she loves you so much. You got great kids. Keep it that way. Trust me! You don’t wanna fuck me again. Because if you do, I will make sure I will make you cum inside my pussy so I’ll be pregnant. You don’t want that. Is that right?”

We were just laughing to our heart’s content while I realized she was really serious when she said those words.

The Moving Love Letter

Dear Mike,

I never thought we reach this point into our relationship. All I can remember at first is you were just one of those persistent admirers. But what sets you apart is you never gave up.

Every time I look back, I always ask myself, why and how did I fall for you? Honestly, until now, there’s still some regret why I let myself fall for you. No matter how I look at our situation, this is wrong. When people know about our relationship, they will judge us. My greatest fear when the day comes when your wife finds out about us. 

Mike, I’m writing this letter for two reasons. First, to let you know I’m ready anytime to let you go if you decide you won’t see me again. I will understand. Don’t worry about me. The second reason, is to let you know that no matter how complicated our relationships is, I still thank God I met you. 

We’ve been seeing for many times now and I know you’re getting to know me better. I’m a person who deeply believes in the will of God. Our meeting is one example that there must be a reason why God allows these things to happen. If I wouldn’t have met you, I don’t know what would happen to me on that day when I had a terrible fever. If I wouldn’t have met you, I don’t know what would happen to my schooling when my brother was laid off from his job. 

Sometimes I think God is someone we can never understand. He works in mysterious ways. All I can do right now is surrender to His Will whatever it may be in the next days to come. 

When I found out I didn’t get pregnant, more questions came to me. I got more confused on what God really wants. Does He want me to stay away from you? Is He giving me a chance that I shouldn’t agree anymore to make love to you or else I get pregnant by that time?”

But if I believe our meeting has a reason, then God must have some a hand on why we reach into this point. 

Every time I’m with you, my mind thinks it’s wrong but my heart says otherwise. I can’t deny, I get excited to be with you. I just don’t show it. 

I may say less when we’re together but I hope this letter tells a lot on how much I feel for you. I love you, Mike. There are no other words I know to express how grateful I am of you. You’re kind. You listen to me always. You care and I feel you’re sincere. I’ve loved before but this is something extraordinary. This is unexpected. You shock me but you have a unique way of captivating me which I don’t have the strength to stop you.

You come to me too strong which is so hard to resist. You weaken me with your stare and touch but you make me experience a different kind of happiness which I never felt before.

As you keep telling me, we don’t know what the future holds for us but we know Who holds the future. So I guess it’s gonna be alright.

I trust you, Mike. I believe in you when you say you’ll take care of me. You’re now taking care of me more than I ask for. But when the day comes you will let me go, just tell me right away. I will let you go even if you don’t ask if I see it’s getting difficult with you and your family. That’s how I love you, Mike. I give you freedom whenever you will leave me. 

I’m crying as I write this letter in the middle of the night. I have to cry so to lessen my pain when that day comes. But please remember, you’re the best thing that ever happened into my life.”



– excerpts from The Carnal Man