Soulmates...

Ever fucked a much younger guy?

Much younger is a very relative term. If I say I was with someone who was 17, would that answer your question? But, if I say I was myself 17 at that time, probably the perspective changes.

So maybe you need to think a bit more on what you want to ask and articulate your question accordingly.

Pristine White

There are instances which while I am not particularly proud of to boast, did present a mix of intense pleasure, a bit of pain and valuable experience.

Without getting into too much of details, let’s just say that the ‘gentleman’ I report to in my office enjoys a lot of "consented"-privileges on me. It wasn’t a willful decision on my part at the beginning, rather a Hobson’s choice. Having said that however, I also must add that over a period of time of getting to know each other ‘very closely’ while deriving pleasure, a level of fondness did develop and what started as a coerced submission eventually paved its way into willful enthusiasm in full consent. That although didn’t mellow him, he knew he won’t have to struggle to enjoy his rights at his will.

A time came when he knew about his ‘ownership’ status on my physical being and being personally very satisfied, it was then extended to his very close friends and few men whose decisions mattered a lot on the scope of new business to be won. It was on one of these ‘extended privileges’ that I found myself in a position similar to the image here, which reminded me of it. I was summoned into his office on one of the days and I found one of his friends sitting in his cabin, someone who had been close to me a few times at my boss’ home. Something told me the mood prevailing inside the room wasn’t a very upbeat one. “You have an assignment”, my boss told me very matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to send you for this one, but then I trust only you to handle this. He will tell you of the rest while you will be on your way in the car this evening”, he said, pointing me towards his friend. He then turned towards his friend and told him, “you need to assure that she is safely escorted out after the ‘assignment’ is over and faces no difficulty in reaching home. You need to be present yourself there and not through one of you other employees. I will not risk her at all. You need to assure me of that”. His friend responded with a complete assurance and his physical presence at all times permitted. “Call me once you are out upon completion of the task and have reached home. I will be anxious about your return”, he told me.

While in the car on my way to a really posh hotel that evening, his friend explained. A really big decision is awaited from a political leader of a western country. Apparently he would be leaving India in the coming week and by then would have formed his mind about the decision which will have a direct impact on the business that this friend is engaged into. So far, he feels that the decision would be in his favour. However he has been privately ‘requested’ by this leader that while in India, he was desirous of trying out everything Indian to satisfy himself as to if he should sign the document in favour of a businessman in India. He wanted to be with someone Indian to show him around the city on the next day in case he liked her company today. He paused and looked at me and the implications of ‘everything Indian’ sunk into me. Hence is his need to borrow my presence from my boss for the evening.

He made a call to the people in the hotel to ensure that I am not made to wait in the lobby under any circumstances and be escorted to the appointed suite immediately. He told me that this leader made it very clear that no compromise to be made on the quality and thus only someone with a recommendation be allowed to come inside his room. Definitely not someone who is available for a price. And so, I am from this moment on be known as his best-friend’s wife, someone who he had to coax and persuade a lot, a lot to her agreement to come over for a while today and show him around the city for the rest of his stay here.

We reached the hotel. The organization was flawless, I was forthwith escorted by my “husband’s best-friend” to the floor where the suite was. When he knocked, the door was opened by a gentleman who greeted both of us with a big welcome. We came inside and the door was locked behind us. Our host said he was very pleased that I could come to spend some time with him today and maybe over the next few days to show him around. I smiled and pointed to my companion and said, I came only because he and my husband are best-friends and…”, I paused and added, “and he really really persuaded me to meet you”. I guess my mention about my exclusivity impressed our host and he invited the two of us to have a drink. My boss’ friend quickly mentioned that he had to attend to some very important calls and would rather be there. He requested our host to call him so that he could come to pick me up once our host is ready. He rose and left.

My host poured me a glass of wine and asked if I wanted to have a small dance with him. I said I am not very good in it but probably can try. Gulping down a few quick ones, he put on a nice waltz and beckoned to me to join him. The dim yellow lights really played on with our moods. I adjusted my saree and offered my hand to him to lead me into the dance. He pulled me closer and pretty soon his hand was pressing down on my waist while pulling my torso firmly against him as we waltzed around. There were smiles and giggles and touches and feels all over me. Somewhere between the drinks and the dances I realized I was in the process of losing my saree and the petticoat. He paused for a moment to look at me. I think he felt satisfied savouring the sight of everything Indian in a dusky brown complexion which was a stark contrast against his fairness. I saw him loosen his belt and unbuttoning his trousers which fell to the ground as he stepped out of it. I saw him pulling the elastic of his underwear down till his lower body was in nude. He stepped closer and a push backwards landed me on the soft, smooth, pristine white linen on the big bed. A combination of several rapid movements made me realize I was pinned down on the soft, white bed while his entire fair-skinned physique with hairy chest hovered all over me, pausing to feel specific places before moving on to the next. Despite his urge, he exercised good control over myself to ensure I get into the mood too instead of just submitting. It felt good and I allowed him to keep playing. A while later, I don't know how long was it after, I realized he was trying to align himself with me to engage in coitus while pinning me down under his huge frame. A momentary sensation of a robust erection trying to find its way inside me was followed by the feeling of a 'void' inside me which got gradually filled. There were a few seconds of rest while he rejoiced in the successful breaching of the castle door and then he assumed his primal masculine form to begin the process to summon his seeds. The thrusts were powerful enough to jerk my entire body upwards even while being under his enormous masculine weight.

It may sound funny now, but the last thought that flashed through my mind before the pleasure of his maleness numbed the consciousness out of me was that the pristine-white bedsheets won’t be as white tomorrow morning after they dry.

Quite aptly described...

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….

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

Maybe someday I will...

Thank you!

I am thankful to the 17,600+ members who have been following my posts for their encouragement and compliments.

While I do not desire to either close or log out of this account, I understand Tumblr may be thinking in a different way. It’s an executive decision and whether I agree to it or not is not material. We need to abide by it because we are after all ‘free’ users of the service.

So, once again, a big note of thanks to each of the 17600+ members who considered to follow my posts and encourage me to share more. If my account remains here, we shall meet again, else, this parting is well made.

Auf wiedersehen.

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…

Memories (a repost from long ago)

There are thousands of photos blogged and re-blogged here. Once in a while a photo comes which reminds me of a memory. This one was one such (before the Tumblr Gods decided it was not found tasteful and hence they blocked my post.

This is a repost.

It was around the time when my stag (not my husband) had been trying to convert me into a hotwife. If you have read my previous blogs you would have known about his shared-pleasure policy, which I won’t elaborate here ‘coz it’s already written in length previously.

My husband’s posting abroad helped my stag to take liberty to propose me to other men of his choice. A couple of instances of his ‘weekend sharing’ and thereafter meeting a few known bulls later, he was trying to induct me to unknown bulls. Needless to mention his own need of getting his share of pleasure from me was no less and to that end he would at times plan for weekend vacations to nearby coastal towns and resorts. For the most time we would be indoor and he would indulge himself with me while teaching me various ways to attract potential bulls.

It was one of those vacations to a remote resort, quite removed from the nearest town. There were a few other fellow lodgers as well, mostly couples, and in some cases friends out for a good time. He drove me there and pretty soon was doing what he wanted to do to me. We got quite late for dinner that evening because he was in mood to not stop and get dressed. He opted to go down to the restaurant and was dressed in shorts and a tee and allowed me to put on a saree but being him, i wasn’t allowed to wear a bra under my blouse.

We found the restaurant mostly vacant except for two couples who were slightly away and two senior gentlemen close by who appeared to be old friends out for a quiet time away from their family, enjoying their drink in a very civilized manner. My disheveled hair and creased and hurried dress wasn’t unnoticed and I could sense that they realized what my ‘man’ had been doing with me before we came down to dinner. Could almost see their hidden smile and knowing wink to each other about us.

My stag happened to notice their attention as well. He asked me if I am game for a bit of hotwife training right now. I had no idea how he was about to make it happen, but I guessed he really wanted me to be proposed by these two gentlemen who were intrigued by my presence. For the sheer fun of it I consented. He said that he would want to make a bit of public display of affection such that their attention is secured on me. He would then feign a very urgent call and leave the hotel while asking me to stay here itself. I was to act helpless without his presence. He was hopeful of the two gentlemen proposing me after they see me alone and helpless and seek my company for the night.

So he started holding my hand and occasionally bend forward to kiss me while we were seated at the table, or to place his arms across my shoulders pulling me closer. We realized we were being observed by who we wanted to be observed by. While the dinner was being served he received a ‘call’ on his mobile and sounding disturbed and agitated walked out of the restaurant because ‘the mobile signal was too weak inside’. His PDA had already attracted the attention and now his agitated voice further piqued the interest of our proposed bulls. Long story short, as per our arrangement, my stag made a show of urgency and left the hotel while I sat at the dinner table. We ensured that they heard his, “I will be back by mid-day tomorrow”. As we had anticipated, I could see the two of them talking to each other in a hushed tone while i silently ate my dinner. After a while one of them approached me and asked if i was in any trouble because they could see my ‘husband’ leave in a hurry.

I said, ‘I am feeling a bit insecure because we came here to spend the weekend and now there is someone in his family who has fallen critically ill and he had to rush. He said he will be back tomorrow and I am all alone here, feeling a bit lost’. He motioned his friend who then came across and joined us at my table. I told them ‘this is so unexpected as I had come here for a romantic getaway and I never expected it to end so abruptly that too half way through’. They both laughed at my frustrated voice and said that they couldn’t help but see how eager my husband was for the romantic part…and then they added, “why blame him? I would have been as eager too if i had been with a woman like you in this resort”. All three of us laughed and I said, ‘you must be joking. I am sure your wives also miss being with attractive men like you. I know I would have been attracted had i been single’. They laughed at my joke and said, ‘well right now you are’. And we had a laugh…I was happy to see the ice walls being broken between us.

As expected the proposal followed quite quickly that they are willing to give me company either at my room or theirs so that i don’t feel afraid. I made a show of being in two minds as to whether to allow two random men to spend the night with me, and eventually I said, ‘I guess it would be ok if I come over to your room as I don’t want my husband to have any wrong impression by seeing two unknown men in his wife’s room’. They both immediately nodded their agreement.

I went to my room to collect the condoms and put them in my purse before meeting them and being escorted to their cottage which wasn’t a part of the main building. They made me relax and asked me to feel comfortable on their bed as they said they will adjust the three of us somehow. They offered me some drinks to help me relax. We sat on the bed and were talking, me between them. They commented on my not wearing a bra. I feigned surprise and said, oh is that visible from outside? One of them said “how can a virile man not take notice of those lovely breasts that you got and we then saw those ‘tight bullet buttons’ popping out from under the fabric of the blouse and we knew your husband was using his wife’s assets and probably wanted to use them more and so brought her down to dinner without getting the assets covered by the bra”. We laughed and i said, ‘yeah, we both hoped he would do many more things to his wife and then destiny betrayed him and now he’s gone and I have lost all hopes’. The insistence started that I let them see the assets that they have so admired from under the fabric…I knew this is exactly how it was to happen. So after some playful reluctance I unbuttoned my blouse. They saw my stag’s bite marks on them and exclaimed at them. I told them ‘my husband is quite a biter and I was expecting more but then he had to go away’.

I believe it’s easy to understand the next sequence and eventually when they were ready to initiate sex I asked them to use condoms at least. Both said that they weren’t hoping of getting this lucky and had not been carrying any. I said I might have a few in my bag which my husband was to use. I then handed them the condoms.

To draw an end, i ended up staying with them almost till midday being repeatedly shared between the two friends, jointly and individually before I returned to my room and called my stag to say it’s safe for him to return now.

The photo that was here reminded me of them as each took his turn repeatedly while the other watched or took photos.

Sexiest blog . .!!

I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.

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.