It Is An Art Of The Most Exquisite Kind To Touch Someone’s Soul Before Touching Their Skin.

Sexiest blog . .!!

I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.

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.

I could never bring myself to tell this to my husband though would readily agree if he suggests.

Soulmates...

This hurried, no time to waste, let’s get to action ASAP is a typical reminder of my bf from the swimming club. Hand holding apart, no sooner am i inside his apartment, I would find myself pushed to the wall with him beginning to pleasure me.

Do you like to be respected by your bulls or treated and fucked like a slut? Which on turns you on more?

As a vixen i am always respected by my bulls and even my stag is respected by them, and I love that.

I checked your profile and liked it.. your are good to explain mind with words.. and i wanna know is their any pic of you ?

Thank you for the compliment.

The Wall

During the days before my ‘initiation’ as a courtesan, I had a brief affair with my husband’s reporting manager. My husband at that time was working with a different organization from the current one, and his boss developed feelings for me. Both my husband and his boss were around the same age and it was common for us to be invited to his house on weekends and vice versa. We were both married. Yet, his boss would not let go of a situation to be with me and compliment me enough to get the message across in no uncertain terms of his longing to be with me. I tried to ignore because I didn’t feel the same way for him.

I think he understood that, and it might have propelled him to intensify his efforts to win me over. There was an increased frequency of him making my husband travel and then drop in at our home to enquire if everything is ok etc. Courtesy demanded I be a gracious host to him, being a guest and of course my husband’s reporting manager, and not to mention the nice host that he is when we are over to their house. Although I tried to refuse help, there came a time when refusing would gradually take the colour of being impolite. I started interacting with him, allowing him to come to the stores with me to help me shop and help me with some domestic duties. With time, I actually started reciprocating his self invites to our home and found myself wanting him to come over to spend some time with me while my husband would be away. To summarize, I think I was witnessing a voluntary crumbling of the conscious wall of defence that I had built around me to prevent him from penetrating it.

Yet, penetration is what he achieved, from a willing woman who just needed persuasion to let her be taken. He was patient, scheming and eventually won over the wife of his reporting junior. The first time he established his ownership over me, when he was done after what seemed to be quite a while of being in private with each other at my home, and left for his home a happy man, guilt overcame me. Over time he naturalized me to overcome my guilty conscience. Our (my husband’s and mine) visits to his house as a couple-friend went on and I at times found it difficult to be natural around his wife. My husband’s travels reduced because his boss knew he owned his wife by then. Our ‘affair’ continued till they were in India.

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...