Do We Get To See Your Picture Anytime Soon?

How many guys do you think you have fucked so far? Any specific numbers?

No, never counted…never thought of keeping a count also. It’s not like a record etc. I meet men when I want to and some I keep meeting, some I meet and move on….there are some who visit my city and I am contacted to them through my stag, who knows exactly the kind of men I prefer, or at times he prefers. In those cases mostly it’s one time, though there are a few who keeps re-visiting.

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.

Cheap

[Cheap; Low in price, especially in relation to similar items or services; Inexpensive because of inferior quality.]

It was a cheap hotel. One that he found on the fly. One that he knew will not ask too many questions or proof of identity from either of us. One that wasn’t in either of our locations and one where once we came out of it, nobody will question and (hopefully) wouldn’t know where we came from or where we are headed towards. One where the ‘management’ knew the purpose of the rooms being let out, sometimes only at an hourly rate because it was often uncertain for the guests to decide beforehand the time that would spend indoor. One with a dim yellow bulb inside it which barely about let the couple see each other. One where the room had the bare essentials, a bed (double bed; they knew single rooms were useless for their purpose) with sheets which often are not exactly the cleanest, but also acceptable enough to use for the brief period while we were there, a small bedside table to keep the various ‘items’ which are typically involved, wall hooks and cheap plastic hangers to rest our clothes when they are not being used (which is about the most part of the time that we’re there), and a bathroom which had a shower which sprinkled just about the water required to ‘remove traces’ and be ‘civilized’ when we would step out of the room. One where the rickety wooden bed squeaked and creaked in the rhythm of the violent movements it so often endured. One where a passer by outside the room can hear the noise and voices and expressions of pain & pleasure (unless the inmates are completely muffled and stifled) and will still not bother because he/she would be more eager to get inside their own room (the irony being it is to remove the muffles and shackles from one’s mind that one has entered upon those premises in the first place). One where the rooms had that typical smell of being used for a certain purpose. One that would upon entering it, or even approaching it through the passage, would remind one of the purpose for which couples enter inside. One that will imprint on the memory that we are not the same anymore when we exit the room.

He took me there because the place we both are from, there exists a strong social/financial-status bias. While neither he nor me cared about the bias, we knew once “it” is over we would need to return to our respective neighbourhoods. And the bias would have raised questions if I were to invite him to my house…and his wife being a homemaker, his house was out of bounds. Thus was the need for him to identify the hotel.

I knew that I was fascinated by his ruggedness and coarse behaviour, and strange as it may sound the use of his words which were ‘absolutely unacceptable’ in the so-called society I belong to, and yet words, which instigated in me an uncontrollable desire to be his personally owned whore, to let him have his way around (and on) me. He was a bull, who I selected for myself, someone I knew for a brief while from before and developed the need to be together. For him, it was getting a high-society ‘housewife’ free for his personal use, which motivated him to spare the money on the hotel room. It didn’t take him a moment’s shyness to get rid of his own clothes, but did take some cajoling and maybe a slight exertion of force to tear the inner clothes off me despite our mutual knowledge that that’s why we were there, so he would ensure he gets his return from paying for the room rentals. It came naturally to him to get on top of me and move himself, but it took some convincing by him to get me on top of him to have myself so exposed as opposed to when under him, his body would keep me shadowed underneath it, that too with the lights on. He did had to pay extra because we used the room for a while longer than he estimated initially. I suppose he liked it more than he thought he would.

Where are you from?? Do you hookup with people on tumblr??

Somewhere in India.

Have u ever forced to have sex ? If yes share ur experience

Never been forced exactly, but yes a couple of times it wasn't exactly with my consent. I mean I knew I don't have the option to refuse but still took time to adjust to the fact that I would need to entertain him on his demand.Having said that I must also add that over a period of time it was a matter of pleasure for me too and I didn't find it very difficult, rather was enthused enough to let him play on demand.

How my stag possessed me - Part 4

Contd from Part 3...

I smiled over the phone and said, “good-boys deserve good fucks”. “Yeah, and good-fucks deserve a good side-fuck, and that’s where i come to their rescue” he said. “So that tells me you are experienced in being a good side-fuck. How many conquests before me?” I asked. For a moment he seemed to be embarrassed to answer such a direct question. He then said, “Did you feel even for a minute yesterday that I was even trying to go for a conquest”? I answered, “well, not really, I think I felt automatically drawn to you”. “Exactly, look I’ll be honest, you aren’t the first ‘wife’ i have undressed with, and probably you won’t be my last either, but it’s true I have never felt this strong a need to own a wife like I am feeling for you right now. Like you said, I feel an a natural instinct to mate with you, to have my seeds inside you and probably you also felt that” he said. I admitted that it was indeed the case. He felt that probably he had been a too much extra direct and to put me at ease started talking to me on general topics of since when married, bf-s before marriage etc.  I guess we talked for close to an hour over the phone that day. He hung up with a promise to call me the next day.

 Since then we stared having our calls daily after my husband will leave for office. Over a period of time our discussions on a daily basis migrated from general topics to sexual preferences, sharing previous experiences of each other, what we liked, what we didn’t etc. He started asking me out for dates. I knew I wanted to go with him, but I still had to fight the biggest enemy whose presence was unknown here-before, my conscience. It isn’t the first time that I am asked out by a man, not the first time that I will be undressed by a man who I have just met, but what made the difference was that all my previous experiences were when I was still unmarried. Now I am married and it would put the label of a cheater on me if I indulged with a man other than my husband. I was yet to learn the principle of separating pleasure for my body from pleasure to my heart. I realized it won’t be easy. It’s one thing to feel attracted to a man and to know he is equally, if not more, willing to reciprocate the need for sex, but quite another when it came to execute the idea. I found it extremely difficult to reconcile myself, and whenever R would approach with a ‘plan’ to make it happen, I would chicken out making some excuse about being busy etc. Pretty soon, our calls continued in the evening or in the nights when my husband would be working late in office and R would tell me to help him masturbate while he talked to me. He would ask me to feel inside my panties to check how wet I am, and I would be surprised to see that my panties have been soaked talking to him. Almost a month had passed and we would have talked on almost all weekdays. He kept planning, “meet me at the hotel”, and I would respond, “no, I could be seen there by others”; or he would say, “come over to my house, I stay alone”, and I would say, “R, I am extremely scared to go to anyone’s house, I am a married woman and our society may not take it kindly and start wagging their gossip tongues”; he would suggest, “let me know when i can come over to your house”, and I would respond, “no no, not here, what if A returns all of a sudden and finds you fucking me”...i think you got the drift. In short, I inevitably came up with an excuse to not make it happen because although i really wanted to have sex with R, but my conscience held me back even tighter. I could sense that this was upsetting R also and he was getting increasingly desperate. And now I felt not only frustrated at not being able to get myself fucked by R because with every passing day my desire to get myself done by him increased, and now I was feeling guilty also that i was denying a man, R, his right to enjoy a woman, me.

To be continued...

Soulmates...

Question 2: What attracts you about prospective bulls or other men due to which you might want to become intimate with them?

I don’t think I have an exhaustive list, or at all any note listing the attributes which attract me to a man.

I feel this is a very subjective topic. In some cases the bulls have been men who my stag had selected for me, and I met them only after my stag had fixed up our appointment / situation to meet each other based on who he wanted to get me done by. I think I have already posted a few notes which answers this question. In some instances where I had selected the bull to be with, have been based entirely on my instinct at that particular point in time which prompted me to go ahead. In general (and again this isn’t cast in stone) I have experienced a greater degree of attraction to men who had displayed more masculine characteristics, like facial / body hair, a slightly greater exhibition of aggressiveness to possess me, preferably taller than I am etc. I know these are very superficial, but then who was looking for anything serious there?

To sum-up, it’s all very subjective. I do not have a definitive list of attributes.

Your blog is very articulate. Would love to interact more with you

Thank you for the encouraging words.

First things first. Nice job with the blog. Secondly,, you seem quite an interesting. Looking forward to having a cappuccino cup with you some good day. :)

Thank you for the compliment.