How My Stag Possessed Me - Part 1

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

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5 years ago

Shafaali, On a personal note I find your adventures extremely erotic and sexy. I only wish my wife was half as open minded as yourself. The pleasure she denies herself from not taking advantage of my consent is surely a missed opportunity to say the least. Regards

I think it is extremely important to respect her personal views on this matter. What could be a pleasure to you and me, need not mean so to her.

Thank you for the compliment.    :-)

7 years ago

I am from India and I love your blog. I only dream of having a hot wife. I love reading your thoughts and the way you put it down in words is extremely sensual. Although, there is probably no chance but I just wanted to ask, what are the chances for a man like me to be your bull or a side boy friend given that I am respectable guy?

Thanks for the kind compliments.I do however hope you understand and appreciate the differences between acquiring yourself a wife who you find hot, and, making your wife a Hotwife.

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.

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7 years ago

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.


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6 years ago

Your blog is amazing!! Do your stag’s wife know about your relationship? How many kids do you have?

Thank you for the kind compliment.

My stag isn't married.

7 years ago

Good to see an Indian women in Tumblr Very bold and sensual

I think it’s that mindset that classifies the Indian woman as different that needs to change. Indian women have always been expressive and if you ever actually read kama sutra you’ll know how advanced Indian women were globally.

Unfortunately, this so called social reforming by the old and outdated leaders pushed the Indian woman to the role of a demure wife and baby maker.

But that’s not what an Indian woman is, or for that matter that's not what a woman is.

7 years ago

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.

7 years ago

What your hubby usually do when you ride another man ?

I have already answered this question through quite a few of my other re-blogs. if you really want to know the answer, then take some time and read through my boring blog.

4 years ago

do you have any other blog ???? no new updates from you ??

No. I have just this one. I haven't been able to manage myself well against the time to be able to write. I hope to be able to do soon again


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6 years ago

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Shefaali's memory dump

Married woman in her thirties, from india. Fond of La Petite Mort. I have an amazing husband, from who I get some of my best "mini-death" & "rainbows in the night" orgasms and intense love.So please do not propose making love to me; nor invite me for roleplays or a 'chat'. None of the photos here belong to me. Please note that I do not post my own photos here and the photos are reblogged based on those that I can relate incidents of my life to. If I have shared any restricted photographs or videos, please let me know and I shall withdraw (though that's something that I have to beg/request/plead with my bulls to do at certain riskier times 😉) Being polyamorous, I love male companionship and enjoy the companionship of a second husband, a bf and also have an 'owner' who sends me to men of his choice.

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