“I failed to turn off my sight.
He is full of muscles.
Traditional outlook with a conservative mustache and dress
Another with a modern outlook with a tie and suit
Having a dominant personality
Nobody can turn off their appetite.
I am staring at his muscles.
I want to be squeezed between his chest and shoulders.
I want to be his sandwich.
I observed my surroundings.
Every woman is eating him.
Married or unmarried
Singles or occupied
Everyone wants to eat him.
He is exhibiting his iron muscles.
He knows his demands for us.
He knows to exhibit since his desires are unlimited.
Aged and under-aged people are falling for their muscles.
Educated and uneducated people lost their hearts.
Leftists and rightists
Feminist and gender-critical
They want to be his sandwich now.
They forgot the love of their lives.
Lust defeated love.
Love is timely, and lust is reality.
Love has no place at that moment.
I started moving toward like every female
Everyone is testing their fortune.
The balls are moving.
Our vagina is dancing with unstoppable happiness.
Our clitoris is watering.
Releasing fluid and waiting to be sandwiched
I contacted him by defeating others.
I am fast and furious.
I am raping him.
I am fulfilling my lust.
I asked for his contact number.
He has given me his hotel address.
The love of my life is waiting.
My children are waiting.
But my lust is dominating.
I reached his hotel.
We start a war.
He is not winning the war.
He released her in a moment.
Just like my husband
I want more and more.
My desires are killing me.
My lust is burning me.
He is not moving.
He is not erecting.
He told me he couldn’t
I am not satisfied.
He oppressed my lust.
I reached my home.”
It is my personal experience with homely and traditional women in India.
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla , Author of the globally acclaimed "Compatibility of the Death Penalty with the Purpose of Criminal Punishment in Ethiopia".
Author of "Why I Am Not Indian: The Untouchable Rejecting India's Citizenship".
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