I Have Been Fortunate. All My Bulls Found Me Attractive Enough To Pursue And Capture. I Never Had To

Hey babe, r u in for some online fun???

No. My offline life is far more attractive to me than the online one.

Hi there... one of your oldest follower here :) . Does anyone who is not sexually involved with you know about your life style or say the adventurous journey you are in... to be specific any friends or family members or anyone who knows both you and your husband?

Thank you for tolerating me for such a long time.    :-)

There is someone, a friend of mine, who is aware of my conjugal and extra-conjugal life.

Does your stag know of your other flings?

Mostly yes, but not all.

Nice blog

Thank you very much.

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.

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.

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I checked your profile and liked it.. your are good to explain mind with words.. and i wanna know is their any pic of you ?

Thank you for the compliment.

This is common. I have hardly ever stepped out of a bull's bedroom without being gifted. Though cash is usually not gifted, it's usually jewelry that I have been fondly gifted by my bulls. Piercings are the most common jewelry that's gifted to me, navel pins of gold being the number one item gifted to me.

Unprotected

A while ago, someone who chose to remain anonymous, asked me a question on my Tumblr blog. I was asked, whether I feel the urge to indulge in sex without condoms and if yes, how I feel when the man attains his climax.

It is a very common phenomenon to experience the urge to let nature take over. If you observe nature, the way an intercourse was designed to conclude was with the man ejaculating his seeds inside the willing woman. This is the original and primal design. Anything else were the results of innovation and convenience created by the humans, or at least in my personal opinion.

I am not above nature. Once in a while, I have met men who have been able to instigate that primal desire in me where despite knowing fully the risks involved in having unprotected sex, I have gone ahead and submitted to nature. Such occurrences are rare and very few men have been able to light that fire in me, but yes it does happen. Not necessarily they were men who were known to me. There have been instances where the man involved was someone I was meeting for the first time in a most unplanned way. Maybe I was in the shopping mall (I will write about that someday) or at the bank (already written about it), or somewhere which was far removed from the agenda of having sex, and then out of nowhere a man appears who lights that fire in me and I feel the utmost desire to be with him in private and just let him do whatever he wanted to.

From my limited observation I have come to the conclusion that if all the men on Earth had only ONE SINGLE point on which they have a full consensus, it is about their universal hatred towards the innocent condom. These men who I met, are no exceptions and unless I urged him to use one, he wouldn't voluntarily want to. And like I mentioned, once in a while comes a man who lights that primal fire in me where I do not even feel like asking him to use a condom.

A condom, for me, is primarily a means of avoiding infections. Birth control is not the main agenda, I have safeguarded myself through other means to ensure that happening. What that means is that even when I am involved in an unprotected (well, protection of a condom to be precise) coitus, I am still safeguarding myself from unwanted pregnancy. Yes, the risk of infection is still there. Maybe I have been extremely privileged so far that I didn't fall a prey to them yet.

Coming to the second part of the question, of the feelings I experience when the man actually unloads himself, from a purely physiological perspective, nothing can be 'felt' inside when the jets shoot out. The difference is rather entirely psychological. The knowledge that a potent, virile man is engaged inside me and is depositing his very essence, the very core of him which can potentially (subject to other factors conducive to it) create a new life that will contain his characteristics, is an ecstasy for me.

Yes, I can know when a man is going to ejaculate a few moments before he actually does, because a man's body sends out distinct signals that it is about to release the precious seeds. Mostly it is through the increased speed of his thrusting, coupled with very deep guttural grunts, the tightened grip on me as if trying to stabilize a moving prey to be able to hunt it without failing, the increase in the force of the thrusts as if trying to make the last possible best efforts to deposit the seeds as much inside as possible to maximize the probability of his making me pregnant with his baby, pressing really down with his hips in each forward thrust, thus trying to push the opening on his erection reach as deep as possible, an almost imperceptible vibration that takes over the entire erection to ensure the seeds are 'flung' even further deeper, which can be felt by the woman who has learnt how to recognize them; so yes, it can be known a few moments before the actual ejaculation happens.

And once it is known, it makes me realize that this man is now in that intimate position where he can actually put a baby, a mini him, to grow inside me, that the man is making his best efforts to maximize the chances of impregnating me by releasing millions of his seeds deep inside me and that just ONE SINGLE of these seeds are sufficiently potent to actually create a new 'him' inside me, that this man is at this moment having only the single agenda of releasing his seeds, that right now my insides are flooded with the actual seeds of a man, that right now I am being one with nature, that even after he leaves and I put my saree back on and return home, I will still be carrying his essence with me, that knowledge is what drives me ecstatic.

I am not sure if I have been able to answer the question but submitting my two cents on the subject.