Why I am a Sex God or why you should know I'm evil

My close male-friends are confused. What the fuck jhantu, how in hells name does a ugly motherfucker like you land up with girls at such alarming regularity. Now like a true magician who never reveals his innermost ToTs (Tricks of the Trade), I give them my trademarked and copyrighted downright scary and ugly smile and go Sab maya hai (Its all voodooism). But today right now right here right at this moment you, my handful of dear readers will be privy to that all-shape-and-size-desi-girl-conquering secret. The truth is out there and now I shall take you out there with it too. The burning question for you though is CAN YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH ? As I would explain in the subsequent paragraphs implementing this Jhantufied strategy is not without its perils. So if you wear that OH I am so holy and pious and truthful and moral badge on your fucking arm like a fucking red herring, then stop right here and take your morality preaching candy-ass out of this URL.

And now that I have those moral-preaching pricks out of the way, let us proceed to the more immoral gameplan that will land you in bed with a desi chick. Buggers the name of the game is twofolds.

This is how the first one goes: Everything is fair for sex and in war , what that means for you in black and white is that no LIE is big enough or wrong enough if there is the possibility that it could land you in bed with the chick you have been having wet dreams about. I mean come on. What is more pathetic?? You having lousy wet dreams at the age of 25 (which btw qualifies you for the biggest LOSER in the world tag) or you just stringing together a string of lies, some big and some small, that would eventually let you score (which inflates your ego and not to mention your libido to astronomical proportions). I shall let you judge that on your own.

And this is how the second one goes: The Indian female has a very dormant Kamasutra gene that is itching for an outlet. And you my dear buggers can potentially be that outlet. What you need to keep in mind at all times is that ours is the country that hosts 1/6th of the world population, but still somehow by some means the females in our country have been conditioned to believe that theres a Lord-of-The-Rings style Troll guarding their holy venice-trap, and the Troll lives in their holy pussies threatening to chop off any invasions into the venice trap as long as she isnt married. (The Troll concept btw also explain why not just cocks but things like dildos or vibrators though extremely enticing is still an alien unholy concept for our females, imagine Anita having to buy an expensive dildo every other day as the Troll keeps on chopping it off-- the economics are just not worth it she says).

As a result what we have is a world full of hep-urban-Western-apeing-in desi chicks who are fortunately (for you that is) fucklessly horny out of their minds. And thus all that you need to do is harness this 23 year old (atleast) burning dormant horny energy and use it to your advantage. And let me tell you, the desi female wants it badly too. I have had personal experiences with pious holy cute sweet desi females who wanted to be treated like a bitch and wanted to be down on fours, all she needed was someone to spell it out to her. And let me tell you it would also be a great blessing for you if the desi chick you are trying to get into bed happens to be in that gooey desi love with her desi boyfriend because that kind of assures you that in the truest tradition of eternal pure desi love they have been practising the holy desi sex in which the boyfriend comes home with a rock between his legs and proceeds to relieve himself in the quiet of his bathroom while the girlfriend has still no clue what a fucking orgasm means or feels like. So you can step right in and fuck the Troll.

So dear friends keep these two things in mind and go for the desi venice trap I say. And when you do that there will be horny and pissed desi females who'll write sex stories about the way Jhantu screwed them out of their mind in their anonymous blogs like here or imaginary anonymous blogs about like here, while some of them will still maintain pretentious non-anonymous blogs writing about the moral pure things and crying their hearts out about the utter asshole that Jhantus and there will be their boyfriends who'll lament about the love that they lost when you screwed their sex-starved desi girlfriends.

And once you have done that you would realize that you dont want to know me because I am a bad, bad bad evil influence and then when you let me know in clear, unambiguous 911-dialing words why I am unfit to be in relationships , then I'll say to you "You have beeen Jhantufied you fucking bitch and now you can kiss my brown ass".