WHAT IS A STAG The Term Stag Differs From The Term Cuckold. According To Sage Vivant, Author Of The Book

First off your page is amazing! I read a fair few of these and your writing and sensual erotic tone hits the spot every time! I find myself thinking of you and your adevntures often in my day! Is there anything I could send you back to try and rebalance all the sexual fun you have given me?

I am thankful to you for the kind compliments. That you mentioned them is more than enough for me.

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.

Your husband obviously bred you often but how did you feel when you felt your second husband fill you up for breeding his child..

We had to plan a lot for it because my husband stays abroad and if I conceived at the improper time, the facts of the matter would have been exposed very easily. Obviously, I couldn’t afford that. So while the decision by ‘us’ was made to make a baby together quite early on, we had to wait for the time to ‘make it happen’ to coincide with my husband’s visit here. It was a long wait, particularly when both of ‘us’ knew that we were ready to make it happen and still couldn’t because of practicalities.

‘We’ had been meeting very frequently and be very eager to pleasure each other every time we met. And yet, it would be frustrating at times, more for him than me, to be right there and still not be there. He was wonderfully patient still and I kept reassuring him that I would not change my mind by the time my husband returns.

Eventually when the time came and my husband’s travel to India was announced, I told ‘him’ to go ahead and do it. He was extremely passionate and I ensured that I met him as often as I could to ensure beyond doubt that it would be one of his seeds that I would grow and nurture inside me. During these visits he would go out of his way to provide pleasure to me and I kept praying that he would plant his seeds firmly each time. I felt the closest to him and he would hold me tightly while loving me; I felt like I would merge inside his big chest completely. It felt particularly satisfying during the moments when he would be releasing his seeds inside me and in my mind’s eye I could visualize the millions of those powerful seeds entering deeper and deeper inside me. I could sense the passion with which he would push himself as much inside me as possible to ensure not a drop is wasted, and I would try to position myself so that there is no spillage of the precious seeds for which I have been waiting this long. Knowing his very essence was entering inside me and I would be the custodian of his genes and the very man that he is, would make me feel euphoric. We would stay ‘joined’ for a short while even after he had put his seeds inside me to prevent any spillover. Once we would be rested and our bodies would have ‘un-joined’, we would caress and comfort each other a lot and reassure ourselves of the success of our union to bear the most desired fruit.

Hi, aren't you afraid of catching a sexually transmitted disease from your bulls and giving it to your husband? Do you take any precautions against this?

With anyone i am not sure about, i insist on using a condom. I carry some in my purse in case he forgot to get them in the heat of the moment, as a SOS situation.

Does your stag know of your other flings?

Mostly yes, but not all.

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.

Hi Shafaali, I have been following you for some time and love your insights in your posts. Your writing is superb and conveys a wonderful view of the lifestyle. I understand that your stag is not your husband but what I cannot fathom is if your husband is aware of your indulgences? If he is do you share information of your adventures with him or not? Regards

Dear Anonymous,

Thank you for the really nice compliments.

The answer to your question is, no. My husband is not aware of my getting close to other men, whether by way of hot-wifing or in my capacity as a courtesan. Both these aspects of my life were initiated after he went abroad for his work. To put it differently, because he wasn’t physically present here, the others took the liberty (with my consent) to get closer to me and get me expand my horizons and in a way to fulfill their own fantasies many of which could not have been possible with the association of their own spouses.

This is a particularly delicate situation because I have no intention of ever letting my husband know of these aspects of my life, and yet maintain the balance between my conjugal and courtesan life. It gets difficult at times because my husband and I talk over the phone frequently and the calls come at all possible times, sometimes even when there is another man who is accessing me at that moment. Thankfully i can still blame the slow internet speed and connectivity to avoid accepting a video call from him when turning on the camera at my end would show that I am somewhere other than my house.

You sound so hot and poetic... does your husband knows about your affairs?

I write whatever i feel and can relate to my life, I am happy to know you liked it. Well, to be honest, No, my husband isn’t aware of the other men who have access to me physically. The only one who he knws as me being a close friend with is his colleague. His colleague however does take full advantage of getting unlimited and unhindered access to the wife. Also, when the need to be with other men arises, we play the couple and he plays the stag for me. Mostly it’s in his presence that the others access me, but often it’s away from his eyes, in a separate room, or a separate hotel.

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.

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.