Please Complete Your Story About Your First Encounter With Your Stag, How He Managed To Make You Meet

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.

Such intensity and passion in massaging is usually in my husband... And my bf from the swimming club who is a big time boob lover.

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.

This is common. I have hardly ever stepped out of a bull's bedroom without being gifted. Though cash is usually not gifted, it's usually jewelry that I have been fondly gifted by my bulls. Piercings are the most common jewelry that's gifted to me, navel pins of gold being the number one item gifted to me.

Good morning. Do you know when you will finish the Garik story?

Hello, thanks for the message. I've been trying to remember and jot down my memories. But it's taking time. I think I've published two more parts since you messaged me. Kindly take a look and let me know your comments. Will wait for them.

Losing oneself

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

I love to see how the men, irrespective of their ownership status with respect to me, i.e. be it any of the several capacities in which I (as a woman) am related to the men in my life, transform into the various degrees of being cute with passage of time.

At the onset of sex it would be more look and feel and touch and grope and tease and torture and smiles and giggles. As time passes and he ensures that he has established complete ownership over me, he starts settling down and the usage of his hands and mouth are relatively lesser and his waist and hips take over gradually to initiate the primal pleasurable motion.

Once he starts getting into the groove eventually he stops using all his facilities except for his hips that pistons his swollen erection in and out of my vagina. He goes into a state of trance and all the other parts of me that attracted him till literally a few moments earlier, now takes a back seat. His body remains laid on top of mine, my breasts crushed under his huge chest, sometimes his face remains lifted and his eyes fixated with mine though they are more in a trance-like state being immersed in the pleasure of sex, or their face is placed next to mine on the pillow. His entire body remains motionless except his hips that keeps intensifying the thrusting motion, sending me shudders of intense pleasure while I try to grab and hold him as tightly as I can, often scratching his back unknowingly in the process till I die a mini death in my own orgasm or he spills his precious seeds all inside me marking the end of that session of our copulation.

Having transferred his seeds to me, he, all of a sudden would regain his control over all the other facilities that he had lost, i.e. his hands that would cuddle me again and feel my breasts, his smile, his mouth as he would kiss me again, before slumping down in exhaustion to recover while rejoicing in the aftermath of pleasure (…till he started the whole process again).

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

How can I become your bull?? I really want to experience something like this. Have sex with someone who is someone else’s wife.

You can’t with me. You need to find someone else to experience it.

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.

Oh it has always been you and you and you.

“Mention a friend who haa been with you in your hard times and thank them.”

— Unknown