MARIA'S DIARY

* MARIA'S DIARY

ব্যথা

বল, জীবন কি সুন্দর হত যদি কিছু কিছু ব্যথা নাই থাকত ?

কিছু কিছু ?!! কিছু কিছু ব্যথা হলে ত কথাই ছিল না !!! এ ত সীমাহীন অসহনীয় অনৈতিক ব্যথা due to হৃদয় তোলপাড় করা TSUNAMI !!!

এক একটা অনৈতিক বেদনা-ক্লিষ্ট sexy sexpot যেন তিনার আশায় illicit স্বয়ম্বরে বসেছে ...

কিশলয় সিনহা [G]

तूफान

तूफान तो आना है, आ कर चले जाना है ... दर्द ही दर्द ... God क्यों नहीं समझते बेचारियों का अनैतिक दर्द ?

किशलय सिन्हा जी [G]

MARIA'S DIARY

From Maria's diary:

I don't know what he [He] must have thought when he [He] opened the door that night and saw me standing there, carrying two suitcases. 'Don't worry,' I said, 'I'm not moving in.' He didn't say anything, just helped me in with my luggage. Then, without saying 'how lovely to see you', he [He] simply put his [His] arms about me and started kissing me and touching my body, my breasts, my crotch [v.], as if he [He] had been waiting for this a long time.

He pulled off my jacket and my dress, leaving me naked, and we made love for the first time. He lay me down on the floor and entered me. I liked it like that, because he [He] obviously understood that I was his [His] and that he [He] didn't need to ask permission. I wasn't there in order to prove that I was more sensitive or more passionate than other women, I was there to say yes, you're welcome [You're welcome], that I too had been waiting for this, that I was pleased about his [His] total disregard for the rules we had created between us and that he [He] was now demanding that we should be guided solely by our instincts, male and female. I wanted him [Him] inside me, because he [He] was the man [Man] I had never possessed and would never possess again. That is why I could love him [Him] with all my energy, and have, at least for one night, what I'd never had before and what I would possibly never have again.

We were in the most conventional of positions - me underneath him, with my legs spread, and him on top of me, moving in and out, while I looked at him, with no desire to pretend or to moan or to do anything, just wanting to keep my eyes open so that I could remember every second, watch his face changing, his hands grabbing my hair, his mouth kissing me. No preliminaries, no caresses, no preparations, no sophistication, just him inside me.

He came and went, quickening and slowing the rhythm, stopping sometimes to look at me too, but he didn't ask if I was enjoying it, because he knew that this was the only way our souls could communicate at that moment, and I knew that the eleven minutes were coming to an end, and I wanted them to last forever, because it was so good - ah, dear God, it was good - to be possessed and not to possess! And we seemed to move into a dimension in which I was the great mother, the universe, the beloved, the sacred prostitute of the ancient rituals that he had told me about. I saw that he was about to come, and his arms gripped mine, his movements increased in intensity... I felt immense pleasure, because this was how it had been since the beginning of time, when the first man met [and had sex with] the first woman and they made love for the first time.

Ah, you have no idea how much I love you. I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first instant we see the man of our dreams. That happened on the night when I walked barefoot in the park, cold and in pain, but knowing how much you loved me.

Yes, I love you very much, as I have never loved another man... you are a man in the most beautiful, intense sense of the word. You've supported and helped me. I loved the cold floor, your warm body, the force with which you entered me.

I went to take back [return] my library books today, and the librarian asked if I talked to my partner about sex. I felt like saying: Which partner? What sort of sex do you mean?

I've really only had two partners: one [Satan/Snake/Kr.] who awoke the worst in me, because I let him and even begged him to. The other one, you [You], who made me feel part of the world again. I would like to be able to teach you [You] where to touch my body, how much pressure to apply, for how long, and I know you [You] would take this not as a criticism, but as another way to improve communication between our souls. The art of love is like your painting [word painting], it requires technique, patience, and, above all, practice by the couple. It requires boldness, the courage to go beyond what people conventionally call "making love".

The teacher in me was back but [He] knew how to take control of the situation. Instead of agreeing with me, he [He] said: '... we're going to make love again. And I'd like you to understand men better too.'

Understand men better? I spent every night with them, whites, blacks, Asians, Jews, Muslims, Catholics, Buddhists. Didn't [He] know that?

I felt lighter; I was so pleased that the conversation had shifted into being a discussion. At one point, I even considered asking God's forgiveness and breaking my promise.

'Yes, to understand men better,' said [He] again, seeing the doubtful look on my face. 'You talk about your female sexuality, about helping me [Me] to find my [My] way around your body, to be patient, to take time. I agree, but has it occurred to you that we're [I am] different, at least in matters of time [!!]? You should complain to God about that. When we met, I asked you to teach me [Me] about sex, to give the women I loved the same amount of pleasure they gave me [Me].'

I didn't like the sound of 'the women I loved', but I feigned indifference.

'Why is it that men only think about sex, instead of doing as you [You] did with me and finding out how I feel?'

'Who said we [I] only think about sex? Have you ever stopped to think about the feelings of the men you've been to bed with?'

'Yes, I have. They were all insecure. They were all afraid.'

'Worse than afraid, they were vulnerable. They didn't really know what they were doing, they only knew what society, friends and women themselves had told them was important. Sex, sex, sex, that's the basis of life, scream the advertisements, other people, films, books. No one knows what they're talking about... all they know is that it has to be done. And that's that.'

I drew him [Him] to me because life had taught me many things. In the beginning, everything was love and surrender. But then the serpent [Lucifef/Satan/Kr.] appeared and said to Eve: what you surrendered [the freedom to have extramarital sex], you will lose [the freedom to have extramarital sex]. That is how it was with me - I was driven out of paradise and ever since then, I have been trying to find a way of telling the serpent [Satan/Kr.] he was wrong, that living [living like the faithful wife Sita] was more important than keeping things to yourself [cheating on my husband and having extramarital sex with Another Guy and not telling my cheated husband about it].

I knelt down and gradually took off his [His] clothes, and I saw his penis, sleeping and unresponsive. I kissed the inner part of his legs. His penis slowly began to respond, and I touched it, then put in my mouth ... [My gosh. Unthinkable.]... He penetrated me slowly and unhurriedly this time. I felt him inside me, I was aware of his hand on my breasts, my buttocks, touching me [tenderly] as only a woman knows how. Then I knew that we were made for each other...

As he simultaneously penetrated and touched me, I felt that he was doing this not only to me, but to the whole universe. We had time, tenderness and mutual knowledge. I entered a place where everything seemed at peace. I knew God.

Then I felt him beginning to move inside me again, although his hand had still not stopped, and I said 'Oh God', and surrendered to whatever came next, Heaven or Hell.

It was Heaven. He was thrusting faster and faster now, he and I were one person. I allowed him to penetrate me for as long as it took; his nails were now digging [!!] into my buttocks, his breathing growing ever faster [!], my sex [v.] beating hard against his [p.], flesh against flesh. And I came at the same moment he came... It wasn't eleven minutes, it was an eternity, it was as if we had both left our bodies and were walking joyfully through the gardens of paradise.

(From Paulo Coelho's erotic novel "ELEVEN MINUTES", translated into English from the original Portuguese by Margaret Jull Costa.)

Peter Hockley: "THE MAN WHO MET THE DEVIL - TRUE STORY - FOUR NIGHTS WITH THE DEVIL" (YouTube)

Peter's "God"-loving wife told him that the Man he met and spent four nights with was the "Devil". Treachery is an INBORN characteristic of all female honeytrap spies and double agents like the strip tease prostitute Eve alias Mata Hari described in Paulo Coelho's novel "THE SPY" (a novel based on REAL events), translated from the Portuguese by Zoe Perry. (I am sure that strip tease dancer and double agent spy Mata Hari was NOT shot dead as reported - or if shot dead she must have been REVIVED in secret - and then she changed herself into a baby girl and lived and grew up in a family which was aware or unaware of her actual identity, much like the numerous repeated reincarnations of Eve over billions of years and into Margaret Elizabeth Noble into Sister Nivedita into ...).

Kishalay Sinha [G]

ANIMALS

সকালটা বর্বাদ হয়ে গেল ... তিনার কথা ভেবে ভেবে মাথা খারাপ হওয়া পুণ্যবতী চরিত্রহীনাদের boyfriends আর পতিদেবরা হঠাৎ সবাই animals জন্তু জানোয়ার হয়ে গেছে ... এটা হচ্ছে সর্বজনবিদিত সুবিধাবাদী treachery ... তিনার জন্য mad পাগল sexy চরিত্রহীনাদের পৃথিবী-বিখ্যাত গাদ্দারি ... thank God এদের অত্যাচারে পুলিশ উকীল জজ বেচারাদের সবার যে এখনও মাথা খারাপ হয় নি ... চরিত্রহীনারা ল্যাংটা হয়ে তিনাকে তাদের মিষ্টি v. offer করতে চাইছে FREE ... এদের লাজ শরম নেই ...

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা जी [G]

* Uddhav - TEENAGERS - DEVDASIS

Uddhav, Sanjay

Uddhav, Sanjay: clones of LATE Krishna/Ram/Shiv/Sat.

Krishna = Ram = Hari = Ishwar = Allah = Bhagwan etc.

[Bhagwan = the owner of many "bhag"/v.]

Kishalay Sinha [G]

SEXY TEENAGERS

Just as 100% of all s. married gals are "deflowered" gals, 100% of all s. teenage gals are ALSO "deflowered" gals - NO DIFFERENCE - कोई फर्क नहीं - the sweet v./यो./যো. of s. teenage unmarried gals AND s. adult married gals have been entered by the p. (Level playing field ensured.) However, though all sweet v. are the SAME in function, EACH sweet, soft, exciting v. has a different, SPECIAL sweetness softness and excitement for Him.

Kishalay Sinha किशलय सिन्हा जी [G]

all "me too" s. gals are dying to have illicit s. with Him.

DEVDASIS - PROSTITUTES OF THE GODS

Sexy apsaras Urvashi, Menoka etc. have been forced to be dancing girls and prostitutes for billions of years by the EVIL RAPIST "God"/Satan/Kr. and his FUCKING gang of lecherous "gods". Satan/Kr. expired in panic a few years ago, scared of God.

Kishalay Sinha [G]

TANUSHREE/TANUSRI

It seems to Me that many s. Indian gals with the name Tanushree or Tanusri are "devdasis" of the gods.

I have learned from Google that Tanusri or Tanushree means Beautiful, Shapely, With a Divine Body (like the goddess Durga) but "Tanushree" meaning a "devdasi" (a prostitute of the gods) is not given, perhaps to not hurt the gals' feelings. (I am regrettably A Blunt Heartless Guy like A Robot.) The REAL duties of goddess Durga and her many clones is HINTED by the fact that the CLAY used during the initial stages in the making of a CLAY image of goddess Durga should be CLAY brought from the premises of a red light district area/house of prostitution/whorehouse/वेश्यालय/বেশ্যালয় where pimps solicit customers and the sexy prostitutes/"beshyas"/वेश्याs/বেশ্যাs regularly sell their v. to the public in return for money. (A zero capital investment business with the thankfully free God-given v. as the essential equipment, which can be used by a prostitute repeatedly, again and again, many times daily for many years.) Many higher income prostitutes regularly sell their v. in private at higher rates. (I have NEVER gone to a single prostitute either in India or in America and so I cannot pretend to be an AUTHORITY on pimps and prostitutes and customers. My limited knowledge of the business of prostitution is derived only from a little reading and other sources.)

Kishalay Sinha কিশলয় সিনহা किशलय सिन्हा जी [G]

घर मेँ शान्ति

पारस channel पर सफेद कपड़े पहनी हुई प्रवचनवाली ठीक बोल रही है - अचानक मुझे समझ में आया क्यों मैं बाहर जाने की कोई जरूरत बिलकुल feel नहीं करता हूं - कारण मेरे घर में पूरा शान्ति है (जहां सिर्फ मैं और मेरी धर्मपत्नी live together in happiness) - शान्ति ही शान्ति - क्योंकि मेरी अशिक्षित धर्मपत्नी के लिए ये सब सुविधाएं हैं - simpleton families of her foolish भाईयों  को दिन भर phone करते रहना (thanks to unlimited phone calls), TV serials और TV-बच्चों का stupid नाच गाना देखना, YouTube देखना और WhatsApp करना - मेरे लिऐ high-level किताबें, TV serious news, English TV movies, YouTube, My blog लिखना, कभी कभी चूपचाप offline और online सुन्दर por. videos देखना (no need to see penis of 420 vulgar नंगा साधु live - धार्मिक लड़कियां और धार्मिक औरतें may be interested in watching the penis of नंगा साधु live - लेकिन मुझे बिलकुल कोई interest नहीं - मर्द का लिंग देख कर क्या करूँगा ? - मुझे तो sweet fem. v. देखना ही अच्छा लगता है now made available thanks to free po. websites and thanks to the kindness of the sweet sexy desi and foreign gals who are so sweet and kind as to show Me their sweet v. - ऐसा feeling होना तो very natural है यार क्योंकि मैं खुद मर्द हूं - और यह तो not watching v. in front of Me but harmless VIRTUAL WATCHING of the sweet gals' v. willingly shown by the sweet naked sexy gals - ) ... By the way, I don't mind very घटिया खाना made by धर्मपत्नी क्योंकि मैं जानता हूं घर का मुर्गी दाल बराबर ...

किशलय सिन्हा जी [G]

অশ্লীল‍ অনৈতিক vulgar নির্লজ্জ "স্বয়ম্বর" functions for Him on TV.

GOD vs. SATAN

Adam = God'son = Aristotle/Leibnitz/Andrew Carnegie etc. = WF

Satan/Lucifer/Snake = "The Invisible Man" Kr. (late)

Adam's treacherous 1st "wife" prostitute Lilith/Jezebel/Rad./Pamela/B. left him to become Mistress of Satan/Kr. (late)

Adam's unfaithful 2nd "wife" prostitute Eve/Margaret had illicit pre-marital sex with Satan/Kr. (late)

Adam's sons: Cain & Abel = (cowardly "hippies") Y & Z = swindler scholar Peter/Alexander/PF and loose scholar NL/Napoleon/Napoleon Hill/Dale Carnegie etc.

Kishalay Sinha [G]