Intelligence Is The Ultimate Aphrodisiac

You haven't mentioned about the people you saw in bed together when you returned home early.. I'm still curious about it

It's too embarrassing to mention about on the public page. Please message me separately.

Hello.. i(and hope many other guys) like to know the city you grow in.. and city you live in..???? No need of age bcause a women like you age is just number.. your experiences as you share have 100 of years data and yet your energy for sexuality sounds like a teen age girl...

Thank you for the question. The answer is same for both the cities. Born and brought up in the same city. At one point of time it used to be the capital of my country. That should be enough to tell you which city I am from without having to name it explicitly here.

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

Unprotected

A while ago, someone who chose to remain anonymous, asked me a question on my Tumblr blog. I was asked, whether I feel the urge to indulge in sex without condoms and if yes, how I feel when the man attains his climax.

It is a very common phenomenon to experience the urge to let nature take over. If you observe nature, the way an intercourse was designed to conclude was with the man ejaculating his seeds inside the willing woman. This is the original and primal design. Anything else were the results of innovation and convenience created by the humans, or at least in my personal opinion.

I am not above nature. Once in a while, I have met men who have been able to instigate that primal desire in me where despite knowing fully the risks involved in having unprotected sex, I have gone ahead and submitted to nature. Such occurrences are rare and very few men have been able to light that fire in me, but yes it does happen. Not necessarily they were men who were known to me. There have been instances where the man involved was someone I was meeting for the first time in a most unplanned way. Maybe I was in the shopping mall (I will write about that someday) or at the bank (already written about it), or somewhere which was far removed from the agenda of having sex, and then out of nowhere a man appears who lights that fire in me and I feel the utmost desire to be with him in private and just let him do whatever he wanted to.

From my limited observation I have come to the conclusion that if all the men on Earth had only ONE SINGLE point on which they have a full consensus, it is about their universal hatred towards the innocent condom. These men who I met, are no exceptions and unless I urged him to use one, he wouldn't voluntarily want to. And like I mentioned, once in a while comes a man who lights that primal fire in me where I do not even feel like asking him to use a condom.

A condom, for me, is primarily a means of avoiding infections. Birth control is not the main agenda, I have safeguarded myself through other means to ensure that happening. What that means is that even when I am involved in an unprotected (well, protection of a condom to be precise) coitus, I am still safeguarding myself from unwanted pregnancy. Yes, the risk of infection is still there. Maybe I have been extremely privileged so far that I didn't fall a prey to them yet.

Coming to the second part of the question, of the feelings I experience when the man actually unloads himself, from a purely physiological perspective, nothing can be 'felt' inside when the jets shoot out. The difference is rather entirely psychological. The knowledge that a potent, virile man is engaged inside me and is depositing his very essence, the very core of him which can potentially (subject to other factors conducive to it) create a new life that will contain his characteristics, is an ecstasy for me.

Yes, I can know when a man is going to ejaculate a few moments before he actually does, because a man's body sends out distinct signals that it is about to release the precious seeds. Mostly it is through the increased speed of his thrusting, coupled with very deep guttural grunts, the tightened grip on me as if trying to stabilize a moving prey to be able to hunt it without failing, the increase in the force of the thrusts as if trying to make the last possible best efforts to deposit the seeds as much inside as possible to maximize the probability of his making me pregnant with his baby, pressing really down with his hips in each forward thrust, thus trying to push the opening on his erection reach as deep as possible, an almost imperceptible vibration that takes over the entire erection to ensure the seeds are 'flung' even further deeper, which can be felt by the woman who has learnt how to recognize them; so yes, it can be known a few moments before the actual ejaculation happens.

And once it is known, it makes me realize that this man is now in that intimate position where he can actually put a baby, a mini him, to grow inside me, that the man is making his best efforts to maximize the chances of impregnating me by releasing millions of his seeds deep inside me and that just ONE SINGLE of these seeds are sufficiently potent to actually create a new 'him' inside me, that this man is at this moment having only the single agenda of releasing his seeds, that right now my insides are flooded with the actual seeds of a man, that right now I am being one with nature, that even after he leaves and I put my saree back on and return home, I will still be carrying his essence with me, that knowledge is what drives me ecstatic.

I am not sure if I have been able to answer the question but submitting my two cents on the subject.

Actually all I said to him was, ‘do you think we can talk somewhere less crowded, in peace”?

Always, with my husband and my bf. A happy, memorable, smiling, sometimes giggling conclusion.

This is a repost after i discovered that the Tumblr Gods who permit everything here, still took offence at my text.

May I spend on/’in’ you?

Men love to splurge their women with money, gifts, affection. Men also absolutely love to spend themselves in their women. One of the most common questions I am asked when being “interviewed” by a prospective client is if I swallow.

From my experience of being with men, I think the universal desire in men, irrespective of their age or virility, is to see their precious seeds not being wasted. And by wasted I mean not having to just wash it away or spill it on the floor, or fill the condom up (condoms are another universal hatred from my experience with men). From what I have observed, the flow of choices may be best described as the L-S-S-S-F Ladder. Don’t bother to look it up on Google. It is a term I made up. Make note, that the L-S-S-S-F ladder comes into play only in those situations where one of these five elements is not the natural desire of the bull/client. Husbands and boyfriends anyways enjoy special privileges, so they are out of scope of this discussion.

The topmost preference for the majority is to dump it inside (or Load i.e. L) and keep the vagina sealed till he goes soft. Once it gets softer, the ‘union’ breaks off on its own without him having to undertake the pain of pulling himself out. I feel it gives them a very high satisfaction of breeding the woman. In most cases it is difficult to find a woman willing to let her get loaded to avoid the pregnancy scares. Thus, though it ranks highest in the desire table, it is also one of the most difficult situations to fulfill.

That brings us to the next S (or Swallow). This depends on the degree of flexibility of the woman. If she swallows, then the obvious choice is to pull out before the fountain springs, and stick it inside her mouth and keep her gagged till the spasms have subsided and she has swallowed the entire production. Naturally the deciding factor is the prior experience of the woman to the taste of a man’s seed, which again can vary very widely from bitter-sweet to ultra bitter to outright acidic.

In the event the above S is ruled out, pops the second S in the equation, i.e.Spit. “Is it ok if I dump in your mouth? You can then spit it out.” a very common question asked. The deciding factor once again is the preference of the woman to receive the load inside the mouth, which also means getting to taste it. Unless the woman is flexible enough to try new things, or, have grown used to the taste of semen, this doesn’t get fulfilled either. The taste of semen, like wine, is an acquired taste. The first time I tasted it, I felt like puking. I however wanted to make my boyfriend happy and decided to acquire the taste of his semen. As time passed my range of getting used to the entire spectrum of tastes grew, till it reached where it is today, where I cherish the flavour and texture and viscosity. I have by now, to the delight of most of the bulls, answer affirmatively to the question asked in the interview.

Having been unsuccessful in the above ladder of preference, comes the third S, or Spray. “Is it ok if I spray it on your face/breasts/hair/belly/pelvis/hips or back (if in doggy position)?” Note, there are some men who actually are fond of this activity itself. For them, it is not the fourth alternative. It is the desired result for them. I am not counting that section here for this table. Because for me usually most bulls get their flow completed at the first S, it never usually comes down to this one except for the aforementioned class where this is the desired outcome.

The inevitable F comes in the last position, F, as in to Fill up (the condom). This is where all the prior steps in the ladder has been negated and what remains is to have the precious nectar accumulated inside the condom. Most common behaviour is to have it taken off and closely inspected to feel proud of the volume produced as seen deposited in the dangling ‘teat’ of the condom’s closed end.

Why this lecture? The reaction of the woman reminded me of the first few times when I was acquiring the taste of human semen.

Experienc(ed & ing) this first hand.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

Dear Shefali, Glad you’ve starting posting again. You think your husband noticed another man’s presence when ever or if you allowed him to drop his seeds . In your mind did you ever compare the two men in their techniques of making love ?

My interactions with ‘other’ men were very limited when my husband was here. So the probability of what you mentioned was very low, though not absent. About comparing two men, I do not think it is ever possible to do so. No two mean are alike in their approach, touch, feel, grips, noise, clutches, use of force. So with my limited knowledge, I consider it unwise to even try to compare a man with anyone else. They are all an experience by themselves and attempting to even draw a comparison is not prudent, that’s what I feel.

And yes, you misspellt my name :-)

And yeah please also let me know the meaning of mini death please.

The mini death that I mentioned on my profile, if you want to understand, please google La Petite Mort.