I Am Conflicted Right Now I Want To Hold You In My Arms And Run My Lips Along Your Neck Gently,teasing

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.

Your blog is very articulate. Would love to interact more with you

Thank you for the encouraging words.

I am from India and I love your blog. I only dream of having a hot wife. I love reading your thoughts and the way you put it down in words is extremely sensual. Although, there is probably no chance but I just wanted to ask, what are the chances for a man like me to be your bull or a side boy friend given that I am respectable guy?

Thanks for the kind compliments.I do however hope you understand and appreciate the differences between acquiring yourself a wife who you find hot, and, making your wife a Hotwife.

Wow shefali... have u ever tried writing an erotic novel... ur writing would put the bestsellers to shame... in fact , ur writing doesnt need the cock to be even touched coz its getting hard with just ur words... one question , have u ever tried with close relatives? If yes, hows the experience been?

Never been with a close ‘relative’ as such...however, my brother-in-law, as in my sister's husband and I had come quite close for a brief period of time before they migrated...and yes, it felt really good, though at times i would suffer from pangs of guilt.

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.

One ploy that worked to "sell" the idea to a "prospective" was for my bull to handover the phone to him and ask him to browse through the vacation photos while sneaking a few of the more revealing photos of me in various stages of dress (& undress) in between them that he'll come across as he slides the screens. The longer pauses on some of the photos and the facial expressions were enough to tell that he has come across those photos. And after taking the phone back while pretending to have not noticed anything, politely ask if he'd want to dine at our house this evening, or this weekend.

So far the invites have not been turned down.

How my stag possessed me - Part 2

Continued from my previous post...

It was probably around the second year of my marriage, and I hadn’t strayed one bit. Actually my husband was more than I could handle and he is very active to pleasure me physically. My husband informed me that the annual dinner in his office was convened. Spouses were allowed. The year before this, we had both been travelling and so we couldn’t attend. We both were eager to be there, to get to meet other people to socialize with and for him, to kind of show me off as well. Although India is currently very widely influenced by the western dressing and in fact all the western dresses are very popular here as well, personally, I was always since attaining my youth have dressed myself in saree, a traditional Indian dress. For those in the west who are reading this, you may please Google for Saree. I have during my college had worn westerns like jeans and skirts and shirts and trousers, but have always felt that I look my best in a saree and could carry myself in it.  So, for this evening-party I dressed myself in a brown saree with deep-red sleeveless blouse and matching lingerie. It was a party, so a slightly plunged neckline and a more-than-normal low-cut on the back on my blouse was not inappropriate. Since I am of medium complexion, umm, maybe slightly on the duskier side, the darker shades look better on me.

It was organized in one of the large banquet halls, overlooking a sprawling green lawn, in a five star hotel. Some guests had already arrived that he got me introduced to. They were really nice people. I won’t deny that it felt good when some of them complimented me on my dress and I could see I was getting my share of male attention. Having said that, it would be wrong to not point out at this stage, that the male attention that I referred to above was the very decent kind where men appreciated me for how I looked but all within the limits of social decency. There were drinks that were served and both I and my husband indulged. A jovial mood prevailed over the party.

It was quite late in the evening by that time when my husband said that he would like me to meet one of his long time colleagues who was till now posted abroad and have very recently returned to India. Rumours were that my husband could be considered next to fill up that position abroad. Both were at the same rank within the organization. His colleague was in the lawn and we were in the hall. So my husband showed me around to meet him. Now, I am positive that all of you have heard the phrase ‘sparks flying’, as did I. But it was the first time when I was escorted to him and I got to look at his eyes and he shook my hand, that I literally felt hit by a thunderbolt. He was nothing extraordinary to look at. Neither handsome, nor bad, couple of inches taller to me (I am 5’8” myself, which is considered tall for Indian women), very well dressed in a black suit, possessed what looked like through the layers of his suit, a really swollen and large belly, dark-skinned, clean shaven. Even his shirt failed to trap tufts of dense black hair on his chest which popped out at the top. As he shook my hand and made small talk while my husband introduced me, I could feel my heart would burst out from the rib cage. I could hear not a word that he said because of the sound of my own heartbeat that deafened me. I felt people around me could also probably hear it from how they sounded to me. I maintained my polite smile while he continued to hold and shake my hand while introducing himself. It went to a point when I finally managed to blurt out, “I am sorry but I really didn’t catch your name in the loud music. Could you please tell me again?” His name, for the purpose of this public document shall be R, which is the first letter of the name. We kept talking and in a while another colleague of my husband came up to inform that the boss wanted to speak to my husband. I was standing there in the lawn with R. There were quite a lot of other people who were also present around us, but in my mind I felt myself to be completely isolated with just R in that lawn.

To be continued...

I studied your blog many times and came to conclusion that You are the hotwife whom I was seeking but You meet the people whom your stag introduced you. My question is how to contact your stag so I can meet you.

~ While I am flattered at your compliments, I must also point out that I do not meet anyone from here. Thanks for taking time to read my posts.

Dear lady you are a jewel in the crown of all womanhood. When your followers brashly ask you for sex you rebuff them in the most gentle and respectful ways possible. You are a woman who TRULY loves men in every possible way. I have no question for you, merely applause.

Response:

I am fairly inexperienced to the ways of life. There is but one thing (amongst few others) that I realized about how to deal with most situations. In most cases people instigate and want me to react so that they can react again. An easier (and usually more polite) way is to bring myself out of the situation by not getting into an argument at all.

Only yesterday morning, I received a ‘warm’, ‘welcoming’ message which simply stated ‘GM chut’ (for those not from India, the chut is one of the many cruder Indian words for what the westerners refer to as the pussy or the cunt).

It is obvious that my learned reader has probably read a few of my posts and assumed he could refer to me by that name. But does that affect me? It is his perspective of who he felt I am, and I haven’t been contracted to set the public’s perceptions. Who knows whether my own perception is right or not? If not then who am I to correct others’?

I am thankful for the kind message that you have sent me here and I wish you a very happy day.

How can I become your bull?? I really want to experience something like this. Have sex with someone who is someone else’s wife.

You can’t with me. You need to find someone else to experience it.