My Emotions Knows No Boundaries After Reading Your Sexual Experience

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

Somewhere in India.

Dear lady you are a jewel in the crown of all womanhood. When your followers brashly ask you for sex you rebuff them in the most gentle and respectful ways possible. You are a woman who TRULY loves men in every possible way. I have no question for you, merely applause.

Response:

I am fairly inexperienced to the ways of life. There is but one thing (amongst few others) that I realized about how to deal with most situations. In most cases people instigate and want me to react so that they can react again. An easier (and usually more polite) way is to bring myself out of the situation by not getting into an argument at all.

Only yesterday morning, I received a ‘warm’, ‘welcoming’ message which simply stated ‘GM chut’ (for those not from India, the chut is one of the many cruder Indian words for what the westerners refer to as the pussy or the cunt).

It is obvious that my learned reader has probably read a few of my posts and assumed he could refer to me by that name. But does that affect me? It is his perspective of who he felt I am, and I haven’t been contracted to set the public’s perceptions. Who knows whether my own perception is right or not? If not then who am I to correct others’?

I am thankful for the kind message that you have sent me here and I wish you a very happy day.

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

Thank you for the encouraging words.

How my stag possessed me - Part 3

Contd from part 2...

As I watched my husband go out of sight, R said, “for some reason you appear to be known to me from very long”. I said even I feel that way though I am pretty sure this is the first time that we are meeting. He asked me to take a seat at a table on the slightly thinner part of the crowd. Instead of sitting across me, he pulled his chair next to mine. He said, “I feel very familiar to you, would you mind if I feel your thigh?” I kind of screamed out “yesssss” in my mind, but outwardly just smiled and mentioned, “I am sure there will be a time for that”. He smiled knowingly and I felt butterflies in my stomach. He took out his mobile phone and asked me for my number. Something in me prompted me to narrate it effortlessly. He said, “good girl, save mine, will call you tomorrow once your husband reaches office”. I kind of mumbled off, “ok, will await your call”. There was a moment of awkward silence and he asked again, “just brush your leg against mine. The table cloth will prevent you to be seen by anyone”. I was extremely nervous but managed to align my leg with his and brushed against it. It kind of gave me an electric shock to touch him although both our legs were covered under layers of fabric. He kept his legs pressed against mine and while our upper torso, visible to the public, was decently placed, I could feel him bushing his thigh against mine. We saw my husband returning to us and we separated our lower bodies to maintain a decent distance. I have heard this term called animal magnetism. This was the first time in my life when I was experiencing the same. Here I am with a man who I am meeting for the first time and yet every cell on my body screamed ‘possess me’ to him. And surprisingly it wasn’t one sided. He was equally charged up to lay his claim on me. If this isn’t animal magnetism, what is?

Once I reached home that night and was changing my dress to retire for the night, I felt the stretch that was brushed by R a few hours ago. It tingled still. My husband, who has a very strong libido, was in mood to fuck me. I tried reciprocating his advances as much as possible, but eventually after a while I was just lying flat on the bed, spread out in missionary position with my legs flying in the sky in a wide V, while my husband continued to fuck me actively. Once he ejaculated and dismounted from top of me to take rest, the thoughts of R asking me if he could feel my thigh kept buzzing in my ears and I silently kept telling myself, “yes, touch me”. The next morning, like all other mornings, my husband was in mood again and having rested in the night, was full of vigour. I enjoyed while he fucked me missionary style, but the vision of R’s tufts of black hair popping out from under his shirt, kept haunting me and I kept visualizing how densely hairy his chest and belly must be.

My husband left for work in a while...and from the moment he was putting his shoes on, I don’t know, I kind of kept praying, please don’t go today. Somewhere I felt I would be converted to an unfaithful wife once he went to office and my conscience kept praying that he stays at home. The next couple of hours were extremely tense for me. I held the mobile tightly in my hand as if my life depended on it. It was not before two hours that my mobile rang and I saw R’s number flash on the screen. There it was, the call that I had been waiting for since last evening, and now that the phone flashes his name, I was feeling terrified answering it. After what appeared to me like eternity while the phone rang, I mustered sufficient courage to accept the call. “What took you this long to answer the call?” he asked. I mumbled something about I was in the other room and took me time to find my phone. “I missed you last night. ‘A’ is one lucky bastard. How did he land a wife like you”? he asked. ‘A’ is my husband’s name’s initial letter and for the sake of privacy I will refer to him when required as A.

To be continued...

What would happen should your husband discover your "activities"? Would you marriage survive? Would he be turned on? Would he reluctantly let you continue, hating it (and himself?) all-the-while?

I wish I knew the answer. One thing that helps my situation immensely is that my husband is posted abroad on work and visits india twice in a year on vacations.. During this time the frequency of my meeting the bulls reduce though my stag (who’s my husband’s colleague in india) still manages the appointments and informs the bulls about my availability after my husband returns abroad.

My husband typically stays for about 2 to 3 weeks during vacation. So even during this period i have to make some time out to meet my long term boyfriends (ie my stag himself, a friend i met at the swimming club i go to, and the husband of one of my friends) at their home since they can’t go completely without sex during this window.

The other thing that helps immensely is that I know that my husband has a very high libido. Which implies that it won’t be possible for a man of his libido to continue for 11 months in a foreign land without indulging in sex. The apartment where my husband stays abroad, is also frequented by a female colleague of his as they have lunch and dinner together, either at his place or her’s as she has also traveled abroad alone leaving her family in india. I have on frequent occasions heard her voice in the background while speaking to my husband over phone. I have strong reasons to believe that my husband is not just ‘friends’ with her and that the two of them must have very willingly and consensually found ways to retain each other for their need of regular sex and survive as fully functioning human male and female. I understand how important sex is biologically for a human being, specially for my husband who used to fuck me at least once every day, if not more. And I also know what a fantastic lover he is from the way he pleasures me. i am positive that having fucked his colleague once, she can never again refuse an invite for sex with my husband. I have no problem with he being a long term bull to his female colleague abroad as long as his heart belongs to me. Me too despite my long term boyfriends and the various bulls that have sex with me, have retained my heart for my husband only.

So to answer your question as to how he would react if he came to know of my sex life in india, i would say as long as he is assured that it’s just my body that I derive pleasure in through these men, he would be ok although yeah, he probably wouldn’t be my stag himself ever and nor would i even remotely consider cuckolding him.

Does this answer your question?

I really have to say that without pictures you really paint such an amazing painting in my head where the canvas is me an you are the artist who paints on the canvas. You really have a way with word which is kind of a bigger turn on...

Thank you very much for the kind compliment.

Between a husband, a second husband, a bull , a bf who shares you with his friends, I think you're very well taken care of. And from my experience with women, once they're mini deaths are taken care of, they dont usually have a lot of words to spare, or run a sex blog. Something's amiss'uss. Anyhow, love to 'see' more, p.s is that u in the profile pic?

Nice message, appreciate your thoughts.

Having said that I will in no way be contesting your point of view. Maturity lies in knowing that there is no ‘one way’ of interpreting a situation, and having the flexibility to accept another’s POV even without subscribing to it.

No, that is NOT my picture. I never share any of my photos on this blog. Everything here is taken from the internet and re-blogs. I did find it to be a closer resemblance and hence have put it up. To begin with, I am of medium complexion, more on the duskier side…the photo shows a fairer complexioned woman.

Your place? or mine?

A thought-sharing on the proverbial ‘place’.

There have been a variety of places that I get taken to when ‘picked up’ (or hunted, if you wanted to use that word) by a bull. Very few actually takes me to their home.

Some who were married, took me to their single friend’s house where he convinced the friend to step out of his house and leave us in private for a while. Some even didn’t do that and just took me inside one of the bedrooms while the friend waited patiently outside. The bull would deliberately get noisy, maybe just to let his friend outside know of how much he is enjoying doing whatever he is doing to me, and at times despite me trying consciously to be as silent as possible, my physical resistance would break and even I would get noisy in the flow of things. It was then kind of embarrassing to step out to the living room where his friend would be waiting after the bull would have finished doing his things to me. The sight of us emerging out of the room with his shirt hanging out of his trousers and our partially disheveled hair and crushed clothes, faces shining in sweat, would often result in an exchange of shy smiles laden with embarrassment, sometimes a silly giggle which conveyed to each other about ‘I know what you did there in the last few minutes’ and ‘I know that you know’; in some cases a total avoidance or acknowledgement of each other and just being in a hurry to step out of the house; or, in some rare instances, being offered a cup of tea with our host, getting to know him better and a polite request from the bull to give our gracious host my companionship, which in a way meant vanishing inside the room again, this time with the host, and staying over at his house longer than it was initially planned.

Some bulls, who are unmarried and had their own house available would take me there, make me feel comfortable at the new settings, pleasure both of us and then drop me back once the needs are adequately fulfilled.

Yet some, who are well ‘connected’, had their friends working in hotels would manage to get a room without having to go through the formality of having id checks etc. I found there are so many hotels that allow a ‘willing’ couple some privacy and in a way I think they are god-sent. So I often find myself in some not-so-good hotels where the linens are stained and at times in really posh ones which has wall-to-wall mirrors on the wardrobes. While the soft, diffused light and the soft, white linen is definitely something I love, the mirror isn’t particularly much of a turn on for me though its presence made a difference in the mood. But I realized it is a really strong aphrodisiac for my bull (men in general) to be able to observe himself as a third person, how he is getting me done…synonymous to watching a live show of a couple indulging in sex where he controls and sees what the male does to the female and thus trying to do all that he wanted to see getting done on screen. Men are very visual creatures and I love them for being that.

And yet, there have been those instances, triggered by the sense of his urgency coupled with lack of the proverbial ‘place’ where he drove me in his car to somewhere secluded enough which afforded us the privacy in the darkness of the evening/night to pleasure each other inside the cramped back seat, before he drove us back to the city again. It was far from the relaxed and comfortable setting of a bedroom, but had its own charm of giving in to his primal desire to copulate.

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.