Shefaali-the-thoughts - Shefaali's Memory Dump

Wow shefali... have u ever tried writing an erotic novel... ur writing would put the bestsellers to shame... in fact , ur writing doesnt need the cock to be even touched coz its getting hard with just ur words... one question , have u ever tried with close relatives? If yes, hows the experience been?

Never been with a close ‘relative’ as such...however, my brother-in-law, as in my sister's husband and I had come quite close for a brief period of time before they migrated...and yes, it felt really good, though at times i would suffer from pangs of guilt.

Except that i was on a bed and they were not bbcs but just ordinary human beings who were close friends of my stag (my husband's colleague).

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.

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

One ploy that worked to "sell" the idea to a "prospective" was for my bull to handover the phone to him and ask him to browse through the vacation photos while sneaking a few of the more revealing photos of me in various stages of dress (& undress) in between them that he'll come across as he slides the screens. The longer pauses on some of the photos and the facial expressions were enough to tell that he has come across those photos. And after taking the phone back while pretending to have not noticed anything, politely ask if he'd want to dine at our house this evening, or this weekend.

So far the invites have not been turned down.

Waiting for part 4 😋

Thank you. Will soon post it.

A friend of my best friend always loved flirting with me, and I kind of flirted back. I tried to avoid meeting him alone. Somewhere along things got serious and one of the days when he had come to my house while my husband was away, he touched me casually. It felt good and I didn’t stop him. This photo is a beautiful representation of the reaction that I had when eventually he carried me to our bedroom and I pulled his underwear off to see a really attractive and well formed erection spring out. I wondered how he could keep that inside without being understood from outside. He fucked me twice that evening and I was a permanent invitee to all his parties thereafter. Been to his house many times since, most willingly.

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...

Sorry for the earlier post

Hey hi I just went through one of your post and thought of it as a personal experience rather than a erotic story writer. It was so descriptive that all the things sounded as if you were sharing your own real personal story. But it was wrong of me to comment on you. I still want to know more about you. Please forgive me for the touching part I said in my earlier msg. Still Hope to know you

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@aabish03 , you didn’t mention which post you referred to, but just to clarify (though I don’t need to), I do not write erotic stories. I have this Tumblr account and when a particular photo/video/text reminds me of something from my own life, I just dump my thoughts as they come (which is why you would often see lack of coherence and sometimes even irrelevant subjects creeping into my posts; apologies for that).

Nevertheless, I will take this as a compliment and thank you for taking your time to read my posts. It will however be good if you could in your questions, link the post so that I know which one you’re referring to.

:)