About

 

Hi

My name is Sanatan. Well, it’s my pen name. I intend to keep my identity secret.

I am an Indian man.

By nurture, I am shy and also afraid of women (though I shouldn’t be). But this doesn’t change my nature. I am horny as a horse. I have fantasies that can make society boycott me, if they knew about them all. You’ll read them in detail in the stories I’ll be posting. Not to mention everything is going to be true and honest to the core and unfiltered, so it might be repulsive to some. But I can’t keep everyone happy. So, it’s okay even if some of you criticize me. I have been through so many rejections & failures in my life that has turned me sort of desensitized.

As a kid, I sat & played away from girls, even though it was a coed. All my fellow male classmates did the same thing. Girls were treated as bleh. Silly right!

When I was growing up, my relatives and friends used to tease me over some imaginary girls’ name only to see me blush and turn red.

Puberty hit late and on top of that, I was a regular nerd. So no girls in high school also. Just one or two female friends.

After graduating high school when I was still a virgin, I thought I was going to die as one. Losing it with a prostitute not only seemed kind of unromantic to me but also it was very risky and costly. Some of my friends scared me with the thought that when you go to a red light district, they loot you and also cut you with an HIV infected blade. Also, the portrayal of these places in the movies is not too attractive either. Shady slums with fat and socially rejected females wearing “Gajra” chewing pan while luring customers with flying kissed and taking them to dirty dimply lit rooms. I thought I would never be able to come out of one such room. (Later when I paid a visit to one such “Kotha”, I realized that most of it was true except the fact that you return from the room temporarily satisfied & relieved. A story I’ll share later).

 

I will share my romantic & sexual life with you all. Also, the obstacles I come across (jealous boyfriends, overprotective fathers, angry brother, raging mob, feminist women, over-dramatic girls, and the most vicious my own ego (it hurts when a girl rejects you)) and how I handle them in the journey.

Where do I meet girls?

Although I started out with dating sites, with not much success. However, I am instantly aroused when I see a desirable woman anywhere, like on the street, train station, shopping mall, coffee shop, book store, client meeting and also at the most random places like hospitals & temples. Earlier I used to look at them, come home and kick myself over not saying Hi. The feeling when you see a hot woman but you know that all you can do is look, and that she will never be able to find out about your existence, let alone bedding her, is very constricting.

However, I decided to override that feeling and to approach a girl whenever I wanted to. Hence, I meet women all the time, in all the locations. Sure there are girls who will look at you and turn their face away, but hey rejection hurts less than regret.

 

I come from a middle class family based in a tier 2 city. I arrived in Delhi in 2012 to complete my graduation and fell in love with the women of this city instantly. Women from every nook and cranny of the country can be found here, from forever young north eastern girls to super brainy Bihari chicks to sweet smelling southern women. The number of girls I see in a month in my home city is less than the flock dropped by every metro train at Rajeev Chowk station. Trust me!

I have a regular job. I live in a regular flat. And I have average looks. I may be travelling sitting next to you in a metro and you wouldn’t even notice. I am all around you, walking next to you in the streets, eating on the nearby table in KFC, working in your company. Anywhere! I make sure that I go unnoticed because I do not want any trouble from the society. This dog just wants to live its life fucking bitches of its choice the way it wants. No nonsense entertained.

So lets begin….

 

p.s. I had started writing my experiences in a diary from 2013 itself, three years before starting this blog. So the initial blog entries come from the same.