I kept blushing coyly remembering how the table of the library was producing creaky sounds when he was thrusting into me, and I was lying on it. When we were dressing up to leave the library, and he was cleaning the mess that we had created over there, two legs of the table crumbled brutally.
The Lost Feminine
A collection of short stories that will force you to ponder upon the uninterrupted atrocities against femininity and how it has always been curbed by society to prove the masculine dominance. Dedicated to all the victims who lost their existence and lives fighting for themselves and femininity collectively. Dr. Moumita Debnath 💔
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