Oh, a wonderful hello to everyone who reads the internets! This is Manuelle, your host of Manuelle’s Mantasies. The one who edits this website (who is very mean to me) said that I should make you all familiar with what I do when I write this column.

Well, every column, I write about a certain fantasy that I had earlier in the week, which usually involves one or more very handsome boys. For an instance, this week I performed a mantasy in my head that just made me tingle all over my tingle spots! Now it is the time where I tell of it!

I was playing in the internet on my personal computing machine when all of a sudden a picture popped up that showed an incredibly wholesome-looking young man having a good time with himself while riding a horse of many colors. The picture itself was not so fantastic, but the situation that it suggested to me was perhaps a fancy one that I had not thought about before.

In one instant or less, I was transported into a dreamy mantasy of big proportions! This one started out with me on a farm dressed in the cutest of farming outfits – bare feet, pre-ripped jean overalls, a hat made of straws, and even a corncob pipe that was free of any nasty tobacco products. Without even looking at myself, I knew that I was the most adorable farming person that the world had ever seen.

Immediately my eyes focused onto a red barn structure that had its doors open. Out of the barnish-type object strode the most perfect pony! I gasped in utter delight at this moment, but it was not because of this dear prancing pony. Instead, my gasp was aimed at the manly one who sat on top of the pony’s smoothened back muscles. This creature put me in a daze so strong and capturing that I was almost drawn back out of the mantasy that I had slipped into and back into my dull and boring life.

Now here is where the tragic thing enters my tale. While I was crossing the wide and dirty farm place to embrace this beastly human man of my dreams, I became aware that perhaps this man was not a man like I thought he was. The closer I got to him, the more I learned that he was some sort of fake man-thing that farming people use to scare away evil birds! I believe that he can be called a scarecrow!

Not only was I frightened and sick of being around so many dirty things, I was not about to touch the scarecrow man or the filthy horse he was riding on. I turned to walk away only to hear the pony happily trotting its way over to me! I began a trotting of my own so I could get off that farm with great haste.

By a miracle of science or the Holy Blessed Virgin, I was able to awaken from that mantasy just as the horse was berating upon my sweaty neck. When my eyes were opened, I was asleep in front of my computing device while my cat, Geraldo, was having a good time by licking on my neck.

I was left with nothing to do but give Geraldo his third spanking of that day, though I later felt bad for doing that since he helped me escape from the man who wasn’t a man and his noble steed of nightmares.

      I hope you are now satisfied. That is only one example of the many man-filled mantasies that will be described in this column. So be happy and boo-bye my lovelies!