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Cheap

[Cheap; Low in price, especially in relation to similar items or services; Inexpensive because of inferior quality.]

It was a cheap hotel. One that he found on the fly. One that he knew will not ask too many questions or proof of identity from either of us. One that wasn’t in either of our locations and one where once we came out of it, nobody will question and (hopefully) wouldn’t know where we came from or where we are headed towards. One where the ‘management’ knew the purpose of the rooms being let out, sometimes only at an hourly rate because it was often uncertain for the guests to decide beforehand the time that would spend indoor. One with a dim yellow bulb inside it which barely about let the couple see each other. One where the room had the bare essentials, a bed (double bed; they knew single rooms were useless for their purpose) with sheets which often are not exactly the cleanest, but also acceptable enough to use for the brief period while we were there, a small bedside table to keep the various ‘items’ which are typically involved, wall hooks and cheap plastic hangers to rest our clothes when they are not being used (which is about the most part of the time that we’re there), and a bathroom which had a shower which sprinkled just about the water required to ‘remove traces’ and be ‘civilized’ when we would step out of the room. One where the rickety wooden bed squeaked and creaked in the rhythm of the violent movements it so often endured. One where a passer by outside the room can hear the noise and voices and expressions of pain & pleasure (unless the inmates are completely muffled and stifled) and will still not bother because he/she would be more eager to get inside their own room (the irony being it is to remove the muffles and shackles from one’s mind that one has entered upon those premises in the first place). One where the rooms had that typical smell of being used for a certain purpose. One that would upon entering it, or even approaching it through the passage, would remind one of the purpose for which couples enter inside. One that will imprint on the memory that we are not the same anymore when we exit the room.

He took me there because the place we both are from, there exists a strong social/financial-status bias. While neither he nor me cared about the bias, we knew once “it” is over we would need to return to our respective neighbourhoods. And the bias would have raised questions if I were to invite him to my house…and his wife being a homemaker, his house was out of bounds. Thus was the need for him to identify the hotel.

I knew that I was fascinated by his ruggedness and coarse behaviour, and strange as it may sound the use of his words which were ‘absolutely unacceptable’ in the so-called society I belong to, and yet words, which instigated in me an uncontrollable desire to be his personally owned whore, to let him have his way around (and on) me. He was a bull, who I selected for myself, someone I knew for a brief while from before and developed the need to be together. For him, it was getting a high-society ‘housewife’ free for his personal use, which motivated him to spare the money on the hotel room. It didn’t take him a moment’s shyness to get rid of his own clothes, but did take some cajoling and maybe a slight exertion of force to tear the inner clothes off me despite our mutual knowledge that that’s why we were there, so he would ensure he gets his return from paying for the room rentals. It came naturally to him to get on top of me and move himself, but it took some convincing by him to get me on top of him to have myself so exposed as opposed to when under him, his body would keep me shadowed underneath it, that too with the lights on. He did had to pay extra because we used the room for a while longer than he estimated initially. I suppose he liked it more than he thought he would.

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.

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 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.

Damn lady, you should write erotica! Autobiographical or not. If you want to stay anonymous, well, Belle de Jour did it before.

Nyaah, I think the only reason people read my posts are because of the photos that I reblog alongwith. And yeah, writing is serious stuff. What I do is thought-dumping of my experiences.

Btw, I actually had to Google to find out about BdJ.

Through the stories you post on your tumblr, how should we know you? Who your are or who you want to be? Or neither?

My posts relate mostly to my past, or a bit of the present.

Question 1: What was the most thrilling moment for you since you embarked on the path of becoming a hot wife..

The proposal to make me a hotwife came from my stag, who, if you have read my previous blogs, would know is not my husband. When he proposed exploring the hotwife option, I was in mixed feelings…on one hand I have never done this before, on the other hand I wanted to see him happy. I did blog previously about my initiation into the hotwife life, so won’t write in detail here.

Coming back to your question, strange as it may sound, the most thrilling moment for me was when my first bull and I was alone and inside our room, and I knew what he was going to do to me (needless to mention his enthusiasm to do it was very high), and he undressed me; there I was, not in the least embarrassed or apprehensive, just enjoying the feeling of letting him take control over me.

It was thrilling to me because, I thought I would cringe or might even back out (though honestly speaking I didn’t stand a chance to tell my bull at that stage that he can’t do it to me and be allowed to get released) from being touched, felt and undressed by ‘another man’. But surprisingly I stood there while he removed my clothes and started feeling me all over and I was actually deriving pleasure from letting him do so and thus comfortably without the slightest hesitation adopted my new role of being a hotwife.

intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac

there is no woman as beautiful as a woman who is willing to please you, though i am pretty sure u are a sexy bengali beauty but your ultimate beauty is your WAYS…and trust me….its amazing.

__________________________________________ PS: This is a note someone wrote to me…

What would happen should your husband discover your "activities"? Would you marriage survive? Would he be turned on? Would he reluctantly let you continue, hating it (and himself?) all-the-while?

I wish I knew the answer. One thing that helps my situation immensely is that my husband is posted abroad on work and visits india twice in a year on vacations.. During this time the frequency of my meeting the bulls reduce though my stag (who’s my husband’s colleague in india) still manages the appointments and informs the bulls about my availability after my husband returns abroad.

My husband typically stays for about 2 to 3 weeks during vacation. So even during this period i have to make some time out to meet my long term boyfriends (ie my stag himself, a friend i met at the swimming club i go to, and the husband of one of my friends) at their home since they can’t go completely without sex during this window.

The other thing that helps immensely is that I know that my husband has a very high libido. Which implies that it won’t be possible for a man of his libido to continue for 11 months in a foreign land without indulging in sex. The apartment where my husband stays abroad, is also frequented by a female colleague of his as they have lunch and dinner together, either at his place or her’s as she has also traveled abroad alone leaving her family in india. I have on frequent occasions heard her voice in the background while speaking to my husband over phone. I have strong reasons to believe that my husband is not just ‘friends’ with her and that the two of them must have very willingly and consensually found ways to retain each other for their need of regular sex and survive as fully functioning human male and female. I understand how important sex is biologically for a human being, specially for my husband who used to fuck me at least once every day, if not more. And I also know what a fantastic lover he is from the way he pleasures me. i am positive that having fucked his colleague once, she can never again refuse an invite for sex with my husband. I have no problem with he being a long term bull to his female colleague abroad as long as his heart belongs to me. Me too despite my long term boyfriends and the various bulls that have sex with me, have retained my heart for my husband only.

So to answer your question as to how he would react if he came to know of my sex life in india, i would say as long as he is assured that it’s just my body that I derive pleasure in through these men, he would be ok although yeah, he probably wouldn’t be my stag himself ever and nor would i even remotely consider cuckolding him.

Does this answer your question?

Love this blog. I am an American, but always find Indian women so beautiful.

Thank you for your kind compliment. The entire world loves the Indian woman. 😉😉. Just kidding.