Hi Shafaali, I Have Been Following You For Some Time And Love Your Insights In Your Posts. Your Writing

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.

I really have to say that without pictures you really paint such an amazing painting in my head where the canvas is me an you are the artist who paints on the canvas. You really have a way with word which is kind of a bigger turn on...

Thank you very much for the kind compliment.

When u post ur pic??

😉I post my pics exactly when you log out and remove them just before you log back in.😉

Yeah I meant you at your age now, but thanks for answering

Thanks. Yes, there have been instances where I have been with men in their early twenties now. Quite infrequent, but yes, happens.

Gairik and I  (part 5)

Contd from part 4...

Gairik stepped out of the car. I heard the door shut with a gentle thud. The cold air swept inside the car from the brief moments that he had the door opened. Outside I could see the narrow lane with not many houses that have still been completed, mostly dark and silent. The neon of the pharmacy lighted up the adjacent area to an extent. Looking at the dark uninhabited houses my mind wandered (or may have raced) back to the earlier moments where Gairik touched me in the darkness. I kept playing back in my mind his coming closer to me, his warm breath on my face, his hands which were trying to pull me closer to him, my own eager self that wanted to be pulled closest to him. I jolted back to reality hearing the click of him opening the door from outside as he returned from the pharmacy. He held a small brown paper packet in his hand.

"Ato ghamcho kano? AC switch-on korbo?" (Why are you sweating so much? Shall I switch the AC on?), he asked as he got inside the car and closed the door. "seat belt ta khule boste parte to, bhalo lagto" (you could've unlocked the seat belt while you waited, would've felt better).

I realized I actually was sweating. Despite the cold outside, I was surprised to find my brows and face had sweat on them, so were my palms. A sensation of heat was emanating from within me, almost making me feel that only if I explode, will I get some peace. I quickly reached for a napkin from the box kept on the dashboard. I wiped myself and muttered, "na na, nothing wrong, I am fine".

I am fine? I am fine? No, I am not fine. I have not been 'fine' ever since I knew Gairik loves me, ever since he touched and held me closely against him for those brief moments. My mind screamed, "pull me close again", while my face just smiled at him. Gairik handed me the packet and said, "please eta bag-er modye rekhe dao" (please keep it inside your bag). I extended my hand to receive the packet, and kept it inside my handbag.

"Gairik?" "Yes Shefaali?", he answered while locking his seat-belt and starting the car. "Amra bari kokhon pouchobo?" (how long before we reach home?)

I think I saw Gairik smile. He said, "Arekta jaigay jete hobe amader, tarporei amra bari pouchobo, khub taratari, promise" (we must visit one more place and then we 'll reach home, very soon, promise).

He reached out and held my sweaty palm in his and drove on. I clasped my fingers over his palm. A short drive in silence brought us to a stationery shop. "Come with me, I need your help here", he said. We got off the car and went inside the store.

A nice and cheerful store it was. Gairik seemed to search for something along the aisles. Finally he reached a section and stopped. "Pradiptaa loves to paint, doesn't she", he asked. Pradiptaa is my daughter's name.

"Yes, she loves and can spend hours doing it". "Great, so does Durba. This will keep them occupied". "Pradiptaa is very fond of drawing and painting and it is difficult to divert her once she is engrosses in her activity. She would participate in all the sit & draw competitions in school. She is...", and I suddenly stopped. The full implication of 'keeping them occupied' and diverted sunk in. I blushed upon my late realization and I think Gairik saw my face turn red, and smiled.

"You are a beautiful and wonderful mom, Durba keeps telling me how much Pradiptaa talks of you in school", he said. He picked up two sets of drawing and colouring books, pastels and crayons.

"Gairik, these are very expensive, you do not have to get such expensive gifts for them". "Shefaali, I will be borrowing her very precious mother from her to be with me. These mean nothing in return", he replied with a smile. We walked to the cashier and he cleared the dues.

As we stepped out of the warm store, the cold winds hit us. Instinctively I drew myself closer to him. We walked back to the car.

to be continued...

Hi shefaali... You are just amazing.. I read your mother's story. It was so sexy. If possible can you narrate other incidences also.

Thank you for the kind words. i don’t write very frequently, only when i feel inspired enough from a particular image and it stimulates my memory, I try to jot it down. I will remember your request though.

Do you believe in unicorns? Also where do you live?

Believe? Belief is an understatement. I am protected and guarded by three unicorns who let no harm befall me no matter how reckless I am. I am surviving because of them.

No, am not unfaithful. I let the bulls use my body but my soul belongs to my husband. He knows that very well. He doesn't think I am unfaithful and nor do i.

Always, with my husband and my bf. A happy, memorable, smiling, sometimes giggling conclusion.