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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.

Tumblr done right!

Hello, we like love your blog. The articulate and erotic manner in which you come across sets it apart from anything we've seen with an 'India' tag. Please let us know if we can support you in any way. Much naughty love. Bonnie & Clyde. xxx

I love how you relate every post with your own experience, and express it so sensually. Will you please write a small post or a story describing how you started this sexual journey with your husbands colleague...

I am so thankful to you for the kind words. I can do so but not sure if a public post of that will be appreciated by the other members here.

Also, I only reblog those that I can relate to my life and try to add my experience in the similar situation to give the reblogged photo a personal touch. Thank you so much for the encouraging words.

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.

Not an ask but more of a praise - I am hooked to your posts and to the beautiful yet simple representation of your thoughts. I wish I had the skills of writing this praise in more apt/decorative words but as it is well said - language is just a crutch to a cripple - I still will not be able to express it all. Kudos, love and regards from Toronto. Keep writing!

Wow!. I am flattered. Thank you so much for the kind compliments when all I did was to let me hands move on while the multitude thoughts, expressions and emotions flooded my head when I saw an image or video here that rekindled them. Thank you, once again.

For some reason I am not able to send you direct messages. Just have a small confession to make - I recently cheated on my fiancée and it all came out bad and nasty - she got really badly hurt and i just now stopped spiralling down in guilt and shame and agony. I wish she heals soon and the love and trust regrows. I had posted and reposted a lot of shit so far, 99.99% promiscuous. The last reply of yours to a booksandquotes blog post was so deep and beautiful, could not resist writing to you.

I am not sure why you aren’t able to send a direct message, but I am happy to receive messages here, rather than directly to me. To begin with that quote wasn’t mine. I just re-blogged that quote because like you, I also found it a very meaningful one.

If I go slightly deeper into the situation you described, I think you are confusing between two things. It is one thing to read about someone else’s life in a blog and fantasize about it. It is quite another to accept one’s own principles and be at peace with own conscience. The trick is to be able to reconcile with what YOU want. It is not about seeing someone else’s life and imagining enacting their part. It never works…in fact, as you may have experienced it, it can be devastating. One of the reasons why it can be devastating is because when someone is trying to copy another’s life, he/she is only able to copy the physical manifestation of the other’s life…what one doesn’t realize, or rather get to know is what the other person went through in his/her mind when he/she committed to that act (the mere manifestation of which excites the audience). Thus the picture the reader gets is only half…only the physical part. He doesn’t get to know of the emotional turmoil that the character has gone through.

Naturally, when one imitates without having the full story, set-back is obvious. Coming back to the concept of cheating, one possible reason why I may have been able to survive in my lifestyle is because I have never labelled myself a cheater to any of my men…i don’t care what others label me, they are not living my life, I am, and I am very clear to my conscience. So far (and I don’t know how far it will be sustainable, so far it has), I have been able to compartmentalize ‘love’, ‘lust’ and ‘love & sex’ and never overlapped them.

So, please never make the mistake of falling for something that you do not possess full information of, as it could well lead to shame and agony and severe mistrust. I sincerely hope that with time you are reunited with your loved one and…and you don’t fall into the same hole again.

Cheers.

Would you ever give a chance to one of your fan from Tumblr and have sex with them? ;)

:)   no.

Thanks for considering my request, super excited and hugely turned on already ;) waiting for the rest of the story...

I am writing this for you. Enjoy.

Your husband obviously bred you often but how did you feel when you felt your second husband fill you up for breeding his child..

We had to plan a lot for it because my husband stays abroad and if I conceived at the improper time, the facts of the matter would have been exposed very easily. Obviously, I couldn’t afford that. So while the decision by ‘us’ was made to make a baby together quite early on, we had to wait for the time to ‘make it happen’ to coincide with my husband’s visit here. It was a long wait, particularly when both of ‘us’ knew that we were ready to make it happen and still couldn’t because of practicalities.

‘We’ had been meeting very frequently and be very eager to pleasure each other every time we met. And yet, it would be frustrating at times, more for him than me, to be right there and still not be there. He was wonderfully patient still and I kept reassuring him that I would not change my mind by the time my husband returns.

Eventually when the time came and my husband’s travel to India was announced, I told ‘him’ to go ahead and do it. He was extremely passionate and I ensured that I met him as often as I could to ensure beyond doubt that it would be one of his seeds that I would grow and nurture inside me. During these visits he would go out of his way to provide pleasure to me and I kept praying that he would plant his seeds firmly each time. I felt the closest to him and he would hold me tightly while loving me; I felt like I would merge inside his big chest completely. It felt particularly satisfying during the moments when he would be releasing his seeds inside me and in my mind’s eye I could visualize the millions of those powerful seeds entering deeper and deeper inside me. I could sense the passion with which he would push himself as much inside me as possible to ensure not a drop is wasted, and I would try to position myself so that there is no spillage of the precious seeds for which I have been waiting this long. Knowing his very essence was entering inside me and I would be the custodian of his genes and the very man that he is, would make me feel euphoric. We would stay ‘joined’ for a short while even after he had put his seeds inside me to prevent any spillover. Once we would be rested and our bodies would have ‘un-joined’, we would caress and comfort each other a lot and reassure ourselves of the success of our union to bear the most desired fruit.