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Losing oneself

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

I love to see how the men, irrespective of their ownership status with respect to me, i.e. be it any of the several capacities in which I (as a woman) am related to the men in my life, transform into the various degrees of being cute with passage of time.

At the onset of sex it would be more look and feel and touch and grope and tease and torture and smiles and giggles. As time passes and he ensures that he has established complete ownership over me, he starts settling down and the usage of his hands and mouth are relatively lesser and his waist and hips take over gradually to initiate the primal pleasurable motion.

Once he starts getting into the groove eventually he stops using all his facilities except for his hips that pistons his swollen erection in and out of my vagina. He goes into a state of trance and all the other parts of me that attracted him till literally a few moments earlier, now takes a back seat. His body remains laid on top of mine, my breasts crushed under his huge chest, sometimes his face remains lifted and his eyes fixated with mine though they are more in a trance-like state being immersed in the pleasure of sex, or their face is placed next to mine on the pillow. His entire body remains motionless except his hips that keeps intensifying the thrusting motion, sending me shudders of intense pleasure while I try to grab and hold him as tightly as I can, often scratching his back unknowingly in the process till I die a mini death in my own orgasm or he spills his precious seeds all inside me marking the end of that session of our copulation.

Having transferred his seeds to me, he, all of a sudden would regain his control over all the other facilities that he had lost, i.e. his hands that would cuddle me again and feel my breasts, his smile, his mouth as he would kiss me again, before slumping down in exhaustion to recover while rejoicing in the aftermath of pleasure (…till he started the whole process again).

Men are sweet, men are funny and men are really cute.

I guess the only way I can be with you is thru your stag? How can I befriend him

You can't.

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

Is the premise of your hotwife relationship that you are happily owned by your husband? And happily do what you are happily told to do. Making him happy makes you happy.

that maybe the case. My husband isn’t the one who actually hotwife-s me. I have another stag who plays my husband for the purpose of hotwifing me. I find my strongest anchor in the security of the love and care from my husband. But for the purpose of hotwifing, it is the mutual happiness, ie to get my stag to be happy, as well as derive pleasure myself, that matters the most.

Stains

Funny and memory provoking as they are, they can be a source of major embarrassment also. I did write a while ago my thoughts about the “place”. https://shefaali-india.tumblr.com/post/169724995357/your-place-or-mine-a-thought-sharing-onthe

On one such assignment, I was in a really posh hotel, one with pristine white sheets and the inevitable happened where the fluids spilled over and out from us on the silky white bedsheet. The next morning when he had finished doing what he got me there for, we got dressed and much to our embarrassment, there were bright, big, orange stains on the relevant part of the bedsheet, which no matter what explanations we gave, would tell only the single story of truth.

Such intensity and passion in massaging is usually in my husband... And my bf from the swimming club who is a big time boob lover.

I love how you relate every post with your own experience, and express it so sensually. Will you please write a small post or a story describing how you started this sexual journey with your husbands colleague...

I am so thankful to you for the kind words. I can do so but not sure if a public post of that will be appreciated by the other members here.

Also, I only reblog those that I can relate to my life and try to add my experience in the similar situation to give the reblogged photo a personal touch. Thank you so much for the encouraging words.

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.

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.

:)