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Your place? or mine?

A thought-sharing on the proverbial ‘place’.

There have been a variety of places that I get taken to when ‘picked up’ (or hunted, if you wanted to use that word) by a bull. Very few actually takes me to their home.

Some who were married, took me to their single friend’s house where he convinced the friend to step out of his house and leave us in private for a while. Some even didn’t do that and just took me inside one of the bedrooms while the friend waited patiently outside. The bull would deliberately get noisy, maybe just to let his friend outside know of how much he is enjoying doing whatever he is doing to me, and at times despite me trying consciously to be as silent as possible, my physical resistance would break and even I would get noisy in the flow of things. It was then kind of embarrassing to step out to the living room where his friend would be waiting after the bull would have finished doing his things to me. The sight of us emerging out of the room with his shirt hanging out of his trousers and our partially disheveled hair and crushed clothes, faces shining in sweat, would often result in an exchange of shy smiles laden with embarrassment, sometimes a silly giggle which conveyed to each other about ‘I know what you did there in the last few minutes’ and ‘I know that you know’; in some cases a total avoidance or acknowledgement of each other and just being in a hurry to step out of the house; or, in some rare instances, being offered a cup of tea with our host, getting to know him better and a polite request from the bull to give our gracious host my companionship, which in a way meant vanishing inside the room again, this time with the host, and staying over at his house longer than it was initially planned.

Some bulls, who are unmarried and had their own house available would take me there, make me feel comfortable at the new settings, pleasure both of us and then drop me back once the needs are adequately fulfilled.

Yet some, who are well ‘connected’, had their friends working in hotels would manage to get a room without having to go through the formality of having id checks etc. I found there are so many hotels that allow a ‘willing’ couple some privacy and in a way I think they are god-sent. So I often find myself in some not-so-good hotels where the linens are stained and at times in really posh ones which has wall-to-wall mirrors on the wardrobes. While the soft, diffused light and the soft, white linen is definitely something I love, the mirror isn’t particularly much of a turn on for me though its presence made a difference in the mood. But I realized it is a really strong aphrodisiac for my bull (men in general) to be able to observe himself as a third person, how he is getting me done…synonymous to watching a live show of a couple indulging in sex where he controls and sees what the male does to the female and thus trying to do all that he wanted to see getting done on screen. Men are very visual creatures and I love them for being that.

And yet, there have been those instances, triggered by the sense of his urgency coupled with lack of the proverbial ‘place’ where he drove me in his car to somewhere secluded enough which afforded us the privacy in the darkness of the evening/night to pleasure each other inside the cramped back seat, before he drove us back to the city again. It was far from the relaxed and comfortable setting of a bedroom, but had its own charm of giving in to his primal desire to copulate.

A Midsummer Afternoon's Reality

Part 2

Contd from Part 1...

This was not one of those swanky, high-end malls in the heart of the city, rather a quieter one. It still had all the trendy brands that one would find in the bigger malls, particularly one chain that I had been thinking about in the past to visit to buy a certain item of which there was a large choice offered there. It is frequented mostly by the localites. As an acknowledgement to the 'attentive' cabbie, I smiled generously at him while alighting. He smiled back too. To stop any further speculation, this really was the last that I saw of him.

As I alighted the cab and climbed the white marbled steps, the glass doors slid open and a powerful whiff of cool air intermingled with a lot of fragrances engulfed me. The doors closed behind me, I looked around at the familiar set of showrooms. I have been here so many times before. But I am sure the next time I would be here, there would be a fond memory that will get attached to my life and I shall not look at this place as the same again. This however was not something I was still aware, but time would be teaching it to me soon. There was only one thing that I required and i was mentally prepared to do only window shopping for the rest. The AC mall with the nice, soft fragrances made me momentarily forget the hot, sweaty summer sun outside. A few more minutes and I felt the cooler than usual sensation at my underarms and along the neckline of my blouse. I realized it's the impact of the cool environment on the sweaty patches. I ran a finger along the edge of the deep-maroon blouse to get a slight relief from that condensing sensation. Being a hot summer noon, the mall was by and large empty, although i was sure that by the evening it will record more footfall. I headed towards the ladies washrooms to set myself right before exploring the mall.

Inside the washroom brightly lit with shaded yellow LED lights, I walked to the mirrors on top of the basins. i was the only one there. I looked at myself as my mind wandered. I felt that despite giving birth to three kids, I have maintained myself not entirely bad. Men still flirt with me, some of the members at my swimming club are always proposing 'dates' to me, I get a hundred Good Morning messages on my WhatsApp every morning from men who seek my companionship, visiting the pubs inevitably meant being asked for a dance and more afterwards, I get invited to my boss' home in the evenings and sometimes on the weekend because he loves to have me over there to relax and unwind, my Uber driver had kept stealing looks at me during which I consciously looked away so that he can continue having his view, my swimming trainer on who I have a big crush on keeps giving me those electrifying 'accidental' touches when we swim in the evenings. I have continued my exercises of running, swimming and practicing yoga very diligently. I felt good as I looked at myself in the mirror. i saw that one drop of sweat hanging on the last edge of my arching left eyebrow, my face looking flushed because of the sweat and heat. I flicked the drop off with my left index finger and pulled a  couple of napkins to dab my face dry. I straightened my open hair once more. Was I smiling? I don’t know, but probably a man would say there was a smile in my steps. It felt good...it felt good. I clicked the washroom door open and stepped back into the mall.

To be continued...

Antony Micallef - Study of an embrace, charcoal on paper.

Whenever I get tired of all the anti-masculine sentiment so prevalent in western culture I come here to your blog. It is almost restorative to read the musings of a woman who genuinely seems to enjoy men and everything about. Here we are made to feel guilty and ashamed for wanting a woman. You not only enjoy being wanted you appear to revel in it. I wish you a wonderful day sexy woman.

Thank you for the message. I have respect for all of them who are fighting for the social justice for women. But I think the fight is often misinterpreted as a fight against men. It isn’t. The enemy is the system, not the men. It is just that that some men have created the system and yet some men have been following it like gospel. It is not that the entire ‘man’-kind is at fault.

The men that I have been mentally associated with have all displayed the single characteristic of utmost respect to women and seeing a woman as an equal partner in their life. I think the other thing that may have confused some is about the particular behaviour of man-kind during the act of physical union. Behaviour at that phase is NOT necessarily what constitutes the behaviour of the man overall. Some men, my two husbands included, who I am soul mates with, change their behaviour when it comes to deriving pleasure from their woman, and I have absolutely no problem with acknowledging or encouraging them to let them exert all their ‘ownership’ over me at that time. Deep down I already know the respect that they have for me, and I am most willingly open to be their wanton whore when they demand me to be.

Similar behaviour is exhibited by some of the bulls that I am sent to. One of the primary traits that my stag looks for in a bull is the combination of masculinity and respectfulness. In other words, the bulls that I am eventually made available to for them to ‘hunt’ me down (it’s usually always letting them believe that they hunted me down, instead of being served on a plate, to make them feel they need to cherish their win thereafter) have in most occasions displayed both these natures. In some instances, a few of those who i have played a courtesan with may have been outliers and bordered mostly on the masculinity trait, but then that’s fine too. I am not looking for any association with them and the game ends with us getting dressed once he has made himself happy.

Not sure if I could articulate my views properly, but am happy to answer further if you wanted.

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.

have u ever do anal sex , how it was

Short answer is yes, a slightly longer answer is I had lost the 'virginity' of my hips twice.

First was the technical one when a man first pushed his erection inside my hips, second was when my husband entered inside my hips and made me realize what pleasure really meant when he pushes his member inside my hips.

Maybe someday when I feel like I’ll write about it.

I just love you and your thoughts

Thank you for your compliments!

Hi Shefaali, I am so glad so see you resume posting again. I was worried and missing you while you were away for last 8-10 weeks. I hope all is well. I just wanted to emphasize again how wonderful your posts on Tumblr are. Your mind is truly beautiful and sexy and you seem to be blessed with (or you have worked hard to aquire) incredible writing skills. It is such a pleasure reading you and imagining your life! I hope your hubby, 2nd hubby, stag, boss, and swimming pool boyfriend are all fine!

Dear Anonymous,

It is at times as this when I felt knowing the name of the one who is writing the message would have been really great.

Thank you very much for the kind words and compliments. The fact is that I am neither blessed with, nor worked hard to acquire any writing skills. When my memories overwhelm, I keep dumping them on the notepad. Yeah, the dialogues are at best the ‘best memory’ and as you may have guessed, not the exact words spoken at that time, but fairly similar to what could have been. I hardly go back to ‘edit’ anything except for spelling mistakes because my typing speed is at best, well, to use a better word, pathetic.

So thank you for the compliments and taking your time out to read someone else’s shit.

:)

Shefaali

Shefali do u ever tested circumcised/muslim dick? Does it make any difference? Some hotwives claim that circumcised dick better. What Shefali feels?

Although mostly the men I have been with had foreskins, in some of them it would automatically retract when the erection took its shape. In the others i had to manually roll the foreskin off to expose the red bud.

Some men, very few though had themselves circumcised and I didn’t feel any perceivable difference in either the look and feel or in performance just because of the fact that they had their foreskins removed surgically.

And if I may point out, you mispelt my name.

Hw many guys u think masturbate reading ur blog

For those in sane minds, probably none. However I have come to realize the masturbation, for men, is a very fond activity that most want to indulge in. So I really can't comment.:)

If sex with men other than my husband makes me guilty of infidelity, then yes, I am guilty. But I have learned over time to keep love and lust separately. My love (and the associated sex) is reserved for my husband, who by the way is amazing when it comes to get me to suffer a mini-death with every orgasm; but I also have a stag who shares me with other bulls…and I do equally enjoy the other parallel life.