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No updates from long time. Is everything ok at your end?

Hello, have been a bit occupied because of the festive seasons of Durga Puja and now Diwali. But thanks for asking.

Soulmates...

HI shefaali got to read your blog. Amazingly written and very erotic to. Would request you to please take time and complete after part 4 of the incident of you having it done with your stag the first time

Thank you very much for the kind compliment. I will do it someday. Just haven’t been able to make time to do it. Thank you for taking the time to go through my blog.

Found this caption too true to my heart.

Hi.. can u share incidences with ur mother.. as u explained earlier when u were in school...

I already have. You just need to read. Please don’t ask me for the link. It is here in my posts itself.

My emotions knows no boundaries after reading your sexual experience

Well, I am not sure if that’s a good, bad or ugly thing to happen. Assuming you are considering it to be a good thing to happen, let me thank you for the words.

Do you believe in unicorns? Also where do you live?

Believe? Belief is an understatement. I am protected and guarded by three unicorns who let no harm befall me no matter how reckless I am. I am surviving because of them.

The universe created you for a reason, now go out there and find out what it is.

Nikita Gill (via thoughtkick)

Tell me, what is it for? You have been interacting with me long enough to form an opinion. let’s hear it from you now.

Please complete your story about your first encounter with your stag, how he managed to make you meet him?

Maybe someday I will...

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.

Share some of your still to do fantasy.

Thank you for your request. It makes me feel special. :-)

I have lived my fantasy, well definitely the greater part of it; maybe someday, when I feel inspired enough, I will write about it. Actually later on I searched and found that I did write about it briefly in one of my posts.

For some reason I am not able to send you direct messages. Just have a small confession to make - I recently cheated on my fiancée and it all came out bad and nasty - she got really badly hurt and i just now stopped spiralling down in guilt and shame and agony. I wish she heals soon and the love and trust regrows. I had posted and reposted a lot of shit so far, 99.99% promiscuous. The last reply of yours to a booksandquotes blog post was so deep and beautiful, could not resist writing to you.

I am not sure why you aren’t able to send a direct message, but I am happy to receive messages here, rather than directly to me. To begin with that quote wasn’t mine. I just re-blogged that quote because like you, I also found it a very meaningful one.

If I go slightly deeper into the situation you described, I think you are confusing between two things. It is one thing to read about someone else’s life in a blog and fantasize about it. It is quite another to accept one’s own principles and be at peace with own conscience. The trick is to be able to reconcile with what YOU want. It is not about seeing someone else’s life and imagining enacting their part. It never works…in fact, as you may have experienced it, it can be devastating. One of the reasons why it can be devastating is because when someone is trying to copy another’s life, he/she is only able to copy the physical manifestation of the other’s life…what one doesn’t realize, or rather get to know is what the other person went through in his/her mind when he/she committed to that act (the mere manifestation of which excites the audience). Thus the picture the reader gets is only half…only the physical part. He doesn’t get to know of the emotional turmoil that the character has gone through.

Naturally, when one imitates without having the full story, set-back is obvious. Coming back to the concept of cheating, one possible reason why I may have been able to survive in my lifestyle is because I have never labelled myself a cheater to any of my men…i don’t care what others label me, they are not living my life, I am, and I am very clear to my conscience. So far (and I don’t know how far it will be sustainable, so far it has), I have been able to compartmentalize ‘love’, ‘lust’ and ‘love & sex’ and never overlapped them.

So, please never make the mistake of falling for something that you do not possess full information of, as it could well lead to shame and agony and severe mistrust. I sincerely hope that with time you are reunited with your loved one and…and you don’t fall into the same hole again.

Cheers.

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

Hell Explained By A Chemistry Student

Not an ask but more of a praise - I am hooked to your posts and to the beautiful yet simple representation of your thoughts. I wish I had the skills of writing this praise in more apt/decorative words but as it is well said - language is just a crutch to a cripple - I still will not be able to express it all. Kudos, love and regards from Toronto. Keep writing!

Wow!. I am flattered. Thank you so much for the kind compliments when all I did was to let me hands move on while the multitude thoughts, expressions and emotions flooded my head when I saw an image or video here that rekindled them. Thank you, once again.

Tumblr done right!

Hello, we like love your blog. The articulate and erotic manner in which you come across sets it apart from anything we've seen with an 'India' tag. Please let us know if we can support you in any way. Much naughty love. Bonnie & Clyde. xxx

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.

Probably the best photo I would ever see posted here...

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'm just sending another one since you probably get a lot of messages and mine could get lost in the ocean. But i'd really like to connect with you .!!

Thank you so much for the kind compliment.

I am conflicted right now I want to hold you in my arms and run my lips along your neck gently,teasing you with kisses But I also want force you up against the wall, restrain you by your fragile wrist and fuck you untill you're shaking babygirl 😍😍

I am anything but fragile. If at all, I pretend to be fragile when I am sent to a bull who I sense has a fragile male ego. I don’t want him to feel intimidated by my presence, and so I act fragile. It boosts his ego and gives him the sense of security of owning me as his personal property for those hours when I am in the confines of his bedroom, or the hotel where he has taken me to for the evening or the night.

Needless to mention, the involuntary ‘shaking’  i experienced from them is something I cherished and have wonderful memories created of them.

Hi shefaali... You are just amazing.. I read your mother's story. It was so sexy. If possible can you narrate other incidences also.

Thank you for the kind words. i don’t write very frequently, only when i feel inspired enough from a particular image and it stimulates my memory, I try to jot it down. I will remember your request though.

are u interested in incest? whats your thoughts on the consensual incest

I have never been involved in an incestuous relationship. I am afraid I cannot comment upon it. If I labelled it either as bad or good without having sufficient knowledge on the topic, I would be overstepping my boundaries. I am not a social police who is here to be a judgemental. My concepts are quite simple, a long as I am not causing hurt to anyone else, it doesn’t matter what I do. Hopefully that answers the second part of your question.

And for the first part, no, I never felt inclined towards anyone within my family. i don’t think anyone is “interested in incest”. People sometimes develop interest towards a family member, which when consummated is “termed as incest”.

Trust that answers your questions.

Your blog is a window into your mind and I love peaking into that window. Waiting for your next post. And thanks for everything you have written here.

Thank you for the kind words.

A testimonial...thank you.

Hey,

I have been following your blog for quite a while now and i must admit that the stories which you share here are really damn erotic and it never fails to turn me on. I wish I had a GF like you…. keep sharing more stories as your stories do better job of turning me on than most of the blogs here with pictures on them….

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.

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.:)

Hey madam why don't you share your experience your thoughts and memories with us on daily basis. May be you don't I wait every day for your .......... you are really amazing 😊😊😊

One of the sexiest blog I came across Loved it to the core And I am happy that you are an Indian Thank you existing dear

Thank you for the kind words.

Dear lady you are a jewel in the crown of all womanhood. When your followers brashly ask you for sex you rebuff them in the most gentle and respectful ways possible. You are a woman who TRULY loves men in every possible way. I have no question for you, merely applause.

Response:

I am fairly inexperienced to the ways of life. There is but one thing (amongst few others) that I realized about how to deal with most situations. In most cases people instigate and want me to react so that they can react again. An easier (and usually more polite) way is to bring myself out of the situation by not getting into an argument at all.

Only yesterday morning, I received a ‘warm’, ‘welcoming’ message which simply stated ‘GM chut’ (for those not from India, the chut is one of the many cruder Indian words for what the westerners refer to as the pussy or the cunt).

It is obvious that my learned reader has probably read a few of my posts and assumed he could refer to me by that name. But does that affect me? It is his perspective of who he felt I am, and I haven’t been contracted to set the public’s perceptions. Who knows whether my own perception is right or not? If not then who am I to correct others’?

I am thankful for the kind message that you have sent me here and I wish you a very happy day.