I Agree. The Men I Have Really Felt Comfortable With, Some Of Them Complete Strangers Who I Met Through

Thanks for considering my request, super excited and hugely turned on already ;) waiting for the rest of the story...

I am writing this for you. Enjoy.

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….

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.

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I could never bring myself to tell this to my husband though would readily agree if he suggests.

Dear Shefali, Glad you’ve starting posting again. You think your husband noticed another man’s presence when ever or if you allowed him to drop his seeds . In your mind did you ever compare the two men in their techniques of making love ?

My interactions with ‘other’ men were very limited when my husband was here. So the probability of what you mentioned was very low, though not absent. About comparing two men, I do not think it is ever possible to do so. No two mean are alike in their approach, touch, feel, grips, noise, clutches, use of force. So with my limited knowledge, I consider it unwise to even try to compare a man with anyone else. They are all an experience by themselves and attempting to even draw a comparison is not prudent, that’s what I feel.

And yes, you misspellt my name :-)

In case there is even the slightest doubt as to who owns them, this will straighten it out.

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.

First things first. Nice job with the blog. Secondly,, you seem quite an interesting. Looking forward to having a cappuccino cup with you some good day. :)

Thank you for the compliment.

You are one of the most amazingly descriptive writer I have come across. Thank you for your posts. By the way, do you happen to be from the eastern part of India? 😍😍😍😍😍

Thank you very much for the kind words. My descriptions are often incoherent (and at times may move away from the main subject also) because when a particular image or video reminds me of a situation in my life, my thoughts overflow the speed of my two-finger typing and the output is thus just a garble of words, emotions, thoughts and feelings.

Where I am from? I have already answered that in one of my previous posts.