“Me and my bitches”!
Went the war cry from a girl on Twitter. Four gorgeous ladies together. Hehe.
Now, I just HAD to reply.
“Where are the real bitches? The men…🤭🤭🤭?”
Sage and true. The right question to ask. Haha.
This afternoon, as I furiously paced up and down manifesting a result that started last night, perhaps two nights before – a result that still hasn’t fully manifested – I saw an Indian girl with tro guys in the park.
The guys were completely ordinary.
The girl was in a mini skirt. Nandini style shoes! My! You know, those strappy sandals that ride up the calf…
For the next two hours, she danced with one guy who took her in her arms, hoisted her off the ground (not as easy as it looks hehe – I still remember an ex telling me how they show it to be so easy in movies – it’s not!) And such.
I observed – analytically.
The two guys were cucks and that’s fine!
Most of the time when you see one woman with two men in such a setting, thats the case. Her “friends”. Like Madam Mansi recently asked “when do guys know they are friend zoned?”.
I had to reply with a beg – Ma’am, please allow me to simp to you. Please friend zone ME!
The first time I met the gorgeous Princess Sophia, she decided I should do it in front of her husband. Enough said? She’d never say that to her Turkish stud.
So she shouldn’t.
So nice to see women in traditional parts of the world becoming more and more open by the day.
And as a guy, many find it hard to fully accept the cuckolding fantasy, let alone enact it in their OWN lives.
Enacting without accepting on both parties sides= disaster.
But being friend zoned is a great great start x.
And always the only way for me.
Madam is gorgeous!
And that’s that.
Paye lagu, Madam..ji.
You’re so nice!
Best,
MW
