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A Midsummer Afternoon's Reality

Part 1

I have not been able to find the time or energy to chronicle in the recent past. So many things happened and I was very engaged in different fronts thus not be able to spare the effort to record it.

This is something that happened shortly before the pandemic triggered the lock-down in India. Do bear in mind that some of the dialogue here are recreated because I do not remember the exact words that were spoken. But I will try my best to keep it as close to reality as possible to reflect the mood of the event as it happened.

It was a rather uncomfortably hot and humid summer weekend and my office was closed. After the morning chores were over at home, I thought of taking a break for myself and indulge in a bit of window shopping at a mall which is a short travel in a cab from my home and almost adjacent to a rather plush international chain of luxury hotels. I asked the nanny of my kids to be there for them as I left home.

As I waited for my Uber to arrive, I realized how stiflingly hot and humid the day was despite a clear blue sky. There was an element of happiness in the air despite the high temperature. Because I am of duskier complexion, I have often been told that I look attractive in darker shades. I had chosen for that day, a brown chiffon saree with a deep maroon sleeveless blouse with liberal cuts in it to make it bearable to stay dressed in the summer. For an extra kick to myself, I had a black brassiere to go with it. I was gifted a bottle of Miss Dior by a very close friend of mine and I dabbed it lightly. It is one of my most favourite perfumes and I loved the whiffs I kept catching off me. I maintained my makeup to the minimum to avoid getting more suffocating, but did carry my favourite lipstick with me. I have often been complimented on my hair which reaches almost up to the parting of my hips and I decided to flaunt it by leaving it untied and open. I love to dress myself traditionally and I applied a strip of vermilion at the parting of my hair and a deep-red bindi on my forehead. I was never a heavy jewelry person and I decided to keep just my ring, my two bangles, my nose-pin, a single anklet that I wear around my left ankle and a gold chain on. I know it sounds a lot, but if you look up traditional Indian women's jewelry, this is actually minimalist. I cannot deny, I loved myself in that dress for that day and it generated a sense of happiness in me.

However dark shades and high temperature have an alliance between them and they work together to get me sweaty quickly unless I am in an AC environment. To top it all, I have a natural tendency to sweat much more than the average. I could sense that in spite of just having taken a bath before starting, sweat was accumulating in my underarms and back, beginning to make wet patches form at those places. Fortunately, my Uber arrived shortly and it was a big relief to get inside the AC cab as I headed for the mall with my small, black clutch resting on the seat next to me. The cool air from the vents blowing across my skin, wet from the sweat, generated a nice feeling. It was a break I was taking for myself after quite some time and I was enjoying the escape from the routine. Through the lightly tinted glasses of my cab, I saw the clear sky and sparsely populated streets as we drove. Nobody was mad to step out in this hot afternoon sun on a weekend. For one brief moment I looked at the rear-view mirror to check my hair. To my surprise, pleasant I suppose, I found my cab driver trying to steal glances at me through the mirror. I ignored his efforts, but deep inside i could feel a happiness bubble forming at the thought that it was actually a compliment to me as I have been found attractive to a man. A fifteen minute drive brought me to main gate of the mall.

To be continued...

This is a repost after i discovered that the Tumblr Gods who permit everything here, still took offence at my text.

May I spend on/’in’ you?

Men love to splurge their women with money, gifts, affection. Men also absolutely love to spend themselves in their women. One of the most common questions I am asked when being “interviewed” by a prospective client is if I swallow.

From my experience of being with men, I think the universal desire in men, irrespective of their age or virility, is to see their precious seeds not being wasted. And by wasted I mean not having to just wash it away or spill it on the floor, or fill the condom up (condoms are another universal hatred from my experience with men). From what I have observed, the flow of choices may be best described as the L-S-S-S-F Ladder. Don’t bother to look it up on Google. It is a term I made up. Make note, that the L-S-S-S-F ladder comes into play only in those situations where one of these five elements is not the natural desire of the bull/client. Husbands and boyfriends anyways enjoy special privileges, so they are out of scope of this discussion.

The topmost preference for the majority is to dump it inside (or Load i.e. L) and keep the vagina sealed till he goes soft. Once it gets softer, the ‘union’ breaks off on its own without him having to undertake the pain of pulling himself out. I feel it gives them a very high satisfaction of breeding the woman. In most cases it is difficult to find a woman willing to let her get loaded to avoid the pregnancy scares. Thus, though it ranks highest in the desire table, it is also one of the most difficult situations to fulfill.

That brings us to the next S (or Swallow). This depends on the degree of flexibility of the woman. If she swallows, then the obvious choice is to pull out before the fountain springs, and stick it inside her mouth and keep her gagged till the spasms have subsided and she has swallowed the entire production. Naturally the deciding factor is the prior experience of the woman to the taste of a man’s seed, which again can vary very widely from bitter-sweet to ultra bitter to outright acidic.

In the event the above S is ruled out, pops the second S in the equation, i.e.Spit. “Is it ok if I dump in your mouth? You can then spit it out.” a very common question asked. The deciding factor once again is the preference of the woman to receive the load inside the mouth, which also means getting to taste it. Unless the woman is flexible enough to try new things, or, have grown used to the taste of semen, this doesn’t get fulfilled either. The taste of semen, like wine, is an acquired taste. The first time I tasted it, I felt like puking. I however wanted to make my boyfriend happy and decided to acquire the taste of his semen. As time passed my range of getting used to the entire spectrum of tastes grew, till it reached where it is today, where I cherish the flavour and texture and viscosity. I have by now, to the delight of most of the bulls, answer affirmatively to the question asked in the interview.

Having been unsuccessful in the above ladder of preference, comes the third S, or Spray. “Is it ok if I spray it on your face/breasts/hair/belly/pelvis/hips or back (if in doggy position)?” Note, there are some men who actually are fond of this activity itself. For them, it is not the fourth alternative. It is the desired result for them. I am not counting that section here for this table. Because for me usually most bulls get their flow completed at the first S, it never usually comes down to this one except for the aforementioned class where this is the desired outcome.

The inevitable F comes in the last position, F, as in to Fill up (the condom). This is where all the prior steps in the ladder has been negated and what remains is to have the precious nectar accumulated inside the condom. Most common behaviour is to have it taken off and closely inspected to feel proud of the volume produced as seen deposited in the dangling ‘teat’ of the condom’s closed end.

Why this lecture? The reaction of the woman reminded me of the first few times when I was acquiring the taste of human semen.