Of Sex and Newtonian Karma

Last week was a killer.

From Monday to early Saturday morning, I worked 14-hour days preparing and finishing several rush proposals and studies for my client which cut my recommended daily shut eye allowance by half. Notwithstanding my lack of sleep (which made the dark circles under my eyes even more pronounced than a panda’s), I still stuck to my routine of walking and jogging in near twilight every other day, an activity that not only takes me to the scenic spots in my neighborhood but also to another place and time. Such is the effect of the runner’s high and it was the only thing that kept me from stabbing myself with a banana.

Saturday was fortunately way better. After purchasing some supplies from Sweet Craft and Chocolate Lovers that took all afternoon to do, I met up with an old friend whom I haven’t seen in five years. We chatted for a while, asking about each other’s family and career, and, later on, we caught the tail end of a basketball game. After my main man drained the jumper that sealed the fate of the opposing team, my friend celebrated with me by frenching me and taking me inside her mouth.

With all of our clothes strewn all over the floor, I ate her like there was no tomorrow. “Oh, I miss this” she moaned while I fingered her and sucked every nectar from her glory hole, her pelvis thrusting to the rhythm of my flicking tongue. After she got her fill, I went on top of her and claimed her. My forward thrusts were hard and brutal, the way she has always wanted it to be, and when I was about to come she hugged me tight and clung to me for dear life. I exploded inside of her, every bit of my being gushing out, along with the stress and strain that ate my mind and body for the past few days. She knew that I knew she always took precaution so I kissed her and thanked her for her comfort. Just like old times.

Hours later, I dropped her off at a bar where she was meeting a few of our buddies, including another friend whom I had some intimate moments with several years ago. A part of me wanted to stay and reconnect with the old bunch but I had promised my elder brother earlier that I would be joining him and his posse that night.

Almost an hour hence, I found myself chugging down ice beer and devouring incalculable amounts of fried and barbecued protein with my bro and a few his high school buddies in a condo that took me a few frantic calls time to find. In front of us was the replay of the game and though all of them had already seen it, they treated like it was being beamed live.

12:30 A.M. and on a long stretch of road outside Metro Manila, I dropped by Kowloon and ordered some pork buns. On my way back to the car, a strong breeze of cold air hit me. I looked at the endless expanse of the night sky above and wondered if the choices I have made that night caused even an infinitesimal ripple in the universe. Newton’s third law of motion teaches us that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction and I wondered if this scientific certainty extended to the realm of the metaphysical. I slid the windows down, lit a cigarette, and drove off, singing along to a tune playing in my stereo and smiling mischievously that only a married man who doesn’t believe in karma could make.

“I don't want your history
I don't want that stuff
I want you to shut your mouth
That would be enough
I don't care if you've been here before
You don't understand
Tonight I feel above the law, I'm coming into land”

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