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How my stag possessed me - Part 1

I was requested by someone to post a small narrative on how I met my stag. I have never written anything before and I also have a full time job to handle. So I will try, though it may take time. Since my written communication isn’t exactly the best, I may not be able to make it a short one either. If you are still inclined to read, comment and reblog, you are most welcome to but that was just a disclaimer.

To be honest although I am a shared-wife, I am not a hot-wife in its truest sense. In other words, it’s not my own husband that shares me with others. I am 36 now, from India, from a city called Kolkata. I am married for about 7 years now to this really wonderful gentleman who makes love not just to my body, but to my soul. Mine is an arranged marriage, a concept more popular in the orient than in the occident, whereby I met my husband for the first time when he came to meet his prospective bride, my best friend. Due to a turn of events which really isn’t part of this discussion, he went back determined to marry me, long story short, we got married and it was love at first sight for both of us...yes, it happens.

Not only is his integrity above question, but also he knew how to make love to my soul while simultaneously fucking every bone in my body loose. He is extremely generous in giving me some of the best toe-curling, out-of-breath, choking, intense white-hot, blinding, soul-crunching orgasms; orgasms that keeps me shuddering so hard that he needs to hold me still and pin me under his wide chest to stabilize me. In short, he is my personal Lord Kaamdev (Hindu god of love and sex). His name started with the letter A, and I told him on my wedding night that I would call him my Adonis. He looked as handsome as that and had an equally attractive physique to further support his title of Adonis. We both came clean to each other at the very first, even before we were married (we had to wait for almost about 10 months to get a wedding venue of our choice; yes, it happens in India), that neither of us were virgins. I admitted that I have indulged in threesome with my ex-s and their friends and he came clean that he has had his share of sex with his ex-s. In other words, out trust level with each other was full and we had nothing to hide from our previous life. We were both matured enough to understand the human need for physical pleasure, and since neither of us were saints, we were no exceptions to that need.

He is any woman’s dream man and I am the fortunate one who he proclaimed to the world as being husband to. After we got married, my love life was (and still is) at its height and so is my sex life. I did however discover that no matter who comes to my life, I still will crave physical proximity of other attractive men. This is something I could not get myself to admit to my husband, but I knew that it won’t be long before I would need another man to use my body...just my body, not my soul. My soul already belonged to my husband. It was this need that prompted me to agree to threesomes with my ex-s and their close friends. I never had any inhibitions about my physical presence and felt good to flaunt myself to my men within the boundaries of decency...at least till we had not decided to copulate.

...to be continued in due course

I studied your blog many times and came to conclusion that You are the hotwife whom I was seeking but You meet the people whom your stag introduced you. My question is how to contact your stag so I can meet you.

~ While I am flattered at your compliments, I must also point out that I do not meet anyone from here. Thanks for taking time to read my posts.

Hi Shafaali, I have been following you for some time and love your insights in your posts. Your writing is superb and conveys a wonderful view of the lifestyle. I understand that your stag is not your husband but what I cannot fathom is if your husband is aware of your indulgences? If he is do you share information of your adventures with him or not? Regards

Dear Anonymous,

Thank you for the really nice compliments.

The answer to your question is, no. My husband is not aware of my getting close to other men, whether by way of hot-wifing or in my capacity as a courtesan. Both these aspects of my life were initiated after he went abroad for his work. To put it differently, because he wasn’t physically present here, the others took the liberty (with my consent) to get closer to me and get me expand my horizons and in a way to fulfill their own fantasies many of which could not have been possible with the association of their own spouses.

This is a particularly delicate situation because I have no intention of ever letting my husband know of these aspects of my life, and yet maintain the balance between my conjugal and courtesan life. It gets difficult at times because my husband and I talk over the phone frequently and the calls come at all possible times, sometimes even when there is another man who is accessing me at that moment. Thankfully i can still blame the slow internet speed and connectivity to avoid accepting a video call from him when turning on the camera at my end would show that I am somewhere other than my house.

Inhibitions

It has been universally preached and practiced that a woman’s breasts are erogenous zones and provides pleasure when stimulated. No doubt about that. What they haven’t told however is that, men’s breasts (or if the men have an objection to use of that word, then chest) are probably as erogenous as a woman’s.

It is so common to see a full bodied, hulk-of-a-man cringe, croon and squeal in expression of his pleasure when I have loved his chest or nipples. While a 69 provides more opportunity to make love to them, it is not the only time when I could pleasure my partner on his chest. There are times when I have been mounted by some really powerful, masculine bulls in missionary position and he having started the motion. His wide chest would hover all over my face (usually the bulls would be taller and larger bodied than I am and so would cover my entire body under his), I may have attempted a soft ‘bite & hold’ with my mouth on his chest. Inevitably I would hear him whimper and temporarily freeze his powerful thrusting in a rush of pleasure while i have continued to ‘hold’ his flesh without releasing it. The only simile that comes to my mind is a wild mountain river suddenly freezing for an endless moment, before it regains it’s power and flows again.

Maybe it is the societal pressure that lays down the doctrine that ‘men will pleasure a woman’s breasts’ and shies away from the fact that men derive as much, if not more, pleasure from having their breasts/chests loved by their woman that makes men hesitate to accept this fact. Nipples on men may be redundant from a functional perspective, but I can lay a safe bet that no man would want to miss out on the pleasure of his woman loving his nipples. The inflated male ego dissuades them accepting the fact, but that doesn’t change the truth. It’s time men shake these inhibitions and openly admit to their woman to make love to his chest.

(PS) This is one of my older posts which the angry Tumblr ‘Gods’ blocked because they judged that the adults were not supposed to see nude photographs of other consenting adults. So to appease the Tumblr Gods, here is the text of the post, sans the photo.

Question 3: In a broader sense, who do you enjoy most with. Guys younger than you or older than you. Why?

I am not too sure if I am qualified to answer this question or not. I have not been with many men who were/are younger to me. There may have been a someone or the other but that’s too infrequent. I have always had a weakness for matured men. Most of my bulls have been biologically senior to me.

I have always found maturity to be a really strong turn-on. Let me clarify though, that while biological age and mental maturity most often goes together, it is however not always the case.

An important trait that matured adult men generally share is to go slow. To avoid confusions, going slow doesn’t mean ’doing’ things slowly. It means the ability to enjoy the journey  more than just reaching the destination. There have been an instance where I happened to be very intimately connected in some really intense congress with a gentleman who is well past his seventies. Despite his age, he amazed me with his patience and enthusiasm to let me enjoy the feeling of being pleasured by him, the sensation of each of his touches, be it his lips or teeth or hands which eventually would culminate into our mutual attainment of the peak of happiness. He ensured I derive pleasure out of every single thrust he delivered, making each of them a separate and distinct act of loving me, which when integrated formed the overall act of his having sex with me.

The journey, can be very rough, noisy and tumultuous, or very serene and practically noiseless except for the sound of our breath and the almost inaudible sighs of pleasure, depending on the personality of the bull concerned. But the end objective in either mode of presentation remains the same, to make the journey as pleasurable as possible for both, and not just to reach the destination and then collapse on top of each other. I think men who are mentally matured have attained the knowledge of how a touch can be made more lingering, how an act of taking possession over his woman can be made to a much longed after affair by the woman, how to treat a woman like a woman.

It’s these little things which otherwise go unnoticed, that makes sex with a matured man so much more pleasurable for me.

This is a repost after i discovered that the Tumblr Gods who permit everything here, still took offence at my text.

May I spend on/’in’ you?

Men love to splurge their women with money, gifts, affection. Men also absolutely love to spend themselves in their women. One of the most common questions I am asked when being “interviewed” by a prospective client is if I swallow.

From my experience of being with men, I think the universal desire in men, irrespective of their age or virility, is to see their precious seeds not being wasted. And by wasted I mean not having to just wash it away or spill it on the floor, or fill the condom up (condoms are another universal hatred from my experience with men). From what I have observed, the flow of choices may be best described as the L-S-S-S-F Ladder. Don’t bother to look it up on Google. It is a term I made up. Make note, that the L-S-S-S-F ladder comes into play only in those situations where one of these five elements is not the natural desire of the bull/client. Husbands and boyfriends anyways enjoy special privileges, so they are out of scope of this discussion.

The topmost preference for the majority is to dump it inside (or Load i.e. L) and keep the vagina sealed till he goes soft. Once it gets softer, the ‘union’ breaks off on its own without him having to undertake the pain of pulling himself out. I feel it gives them a very high satisfaction of breeding the woman. In most cases it is difficult to find a woman willing to let her get loaded to avoid the pregnancy scares. Thus, though it ranks highest in the desire table, it is also one of the most difficult situations to fulfill.

That brings us to the next S (or Swallow). This depends on the degree of flexibility of the woman. If she swallows, then the obvious choice is to pull out before the fountain springs, and stick it inside her mouth and keep her gagged till the spasms have subsided and she has swallowed the entire production. Naturally the deciding factor is the prior experience of the woman to the taste of a man’s seed, which again can vary very widely from bitter-sweet to ultra bitter to outright acidic.

In the event the above S is ruled out, pops the second S in the equation, i.e.Spit. “Is it ok if I dump in your mouth? You can then spit it out.” a very common question asked. The deciding factor once again is the preference of the woman to receive the load inside the mouth, which also means getting to taste it. Unless the woman is flexible enough to try new things, or, have grown used to the taste of semen, this doesn’t get fulfilled either. The taste of semen, like wine, is an acquired taste. The first time I tasted it, I felt like puking. I however wanted to make my boyfriend happy and decided to acquire the taste of his semen. As time passed my range of getting used to the entire spectrum of tastes grew, till it reached where it is today, where I cherish the flavour and texture and viscosity. I have by now, to the delight of most of the bulls, answer affirmatively to the question asked in the interview.

Having been unsuccessful in the above ladder of preference, comes the third S, or Spray. “Is it ok if I spray it on your face/breasts/hair/belly/pelvis/hips or back (if in doggy position)?” Note, there are some men who actually are fond of this activity itself. For them, it is not the fourth alternative. It is the desired result for them. I am not counting that section here for this table. Because for me usually most bulls get their flow completed at the first S, it never usually comes down to this one except for the aforementioned class where this is the desired outcome.

The inevitable F comes in the last position, F, as in to Fill up (the condom). This is where all the prior steps in the ladder has been negated and what remains is to have the precious nectar accumulated inside the condom. Most common behaviour is to have it taken off and closely inspected to feel proud of the volume produced as seen deposited in the dangling ‘teat’ of the condom’s closed end.

Why this lecture? The reaction of the woman reminded me of the first few times when I was acquiring the taste of human semen.

Ever fucked a much younger guy?

Much younger is a very relative term. If I say I was with someone who was 17, would that answer your question? But, if I say I was myself 17 at that time, probably the perspective changes.

So maybe you need to think a bit more on what you want to ask and articulate your question accordingly.

What really does being a courtesan imply for you? And what might a courtesan arrangement be?

i was sure I had posted about this. But when I looked through my posts, I find it missing now. So my assumption is that the Tumblr Gods removed it. Maybe I will write about it again sometime. It will not be an exact answer to your ask, but will provide you with an indication.

Do you believe in unicorns? Also where do you live?

Believe? Belief is an understatement. I am protected and guarded by three unicorns who let no harm befall me no matter how reckless I am. I am surviving because of them.

I agree. The men i have really felt comfortable with, some of them complete strangers who I met through my work or through other friends, or brought to me by my stag, i have had no problems of letting them video or shoot my photos of them loving me or them attaining pleasure with me. Never felt awkward or guilty.