satyr.

By VIJAY

 In a neighbourhood a woman came out of her house shouting, “help me people, help me.” Everybody gathered and asked her what it was, she lifted her saree and showed them her cunt which was bleeding. Delicate little bushy cunt with red hot blood. And then she pointed her fingers towards her husband whose face was showing the brutality of what he did and the cruel dark look which when we have in our face if anyone interrupts our orgasm. And said to them, “he fucks me every day, he fucks me just like a being who eats food, morning, afternoon and night, he never gives me any rest, help me people, help me. He fucks me in positions which even kamasutra doesn’t have, help me people. He fucks my ass too and I can’t even walk properly, help me people, help me people, he is a devil full of hunger, even Americans won’t do this way, save my ass and my life.” And nobody could help her, and he was a beast, he was a butcher, and anybody who would come between him and her, he would beat them with a bamboo stick which he carried, and the problem was he never wanted to fuck any other woman: even if it was a beautiful white cunt or beautiful black cunt with no hair or Asian cunt or African cunt or Chinese cunt or Japanese cunt or American cunt or cunts with enough folds which would release the hot serum from you even without fucking or cunts deep enough to keep your hand in it or sadistic cunts or masochistic cunts or betrayed cunts or deceiving cunts… No, he was satisfied to fuck his wife and he never got enough of her, he was so carried with her beautiful cunt, he was loyal to it, loyal to the bones, loyal when he was asleep or wide awake, he was just a loyal who didn’t want to cheat the wife, he just wanted to fuck her or nobody else. And he was a beast who ate the same meat even after it is dead to bones.

Neighbours couldn’t help her by being with her. All they did was show compassion, but what good would compassion do. After all, it was his house and nobody should poke in nobody’s affairs. And there he was. Mad. Fucking his wife, day and night, before noon, mid noon, after noon, before night, midnight, after night, he was filled with sex, his wife divorced him of his over sexuality. He was a laughing stock in court. He couldn’t be satisfied by 1000 women. But he didn’t want those 1000, he only wanted her. He was a beast, and he was buried in every repressed human being.

What about you.. huh?

Go deep, not your thoughts, not your feelings, but your soul, go deep into it, go deep into your soul which nobody loved or looked at.

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