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We were driving around a few nights ago around midnight, waiting…

We were driving around a few nights ago around midnight,
waiting for a friend to land at the airport. Thought we’d fool around to kill
some time. That’s me in the car at Chandivali outside this place called
Boomerang – a big sprawling space we’d never heard of before. Seemed like some
sort of corporate park.

This area is not very secluded – lots of men in office wear
hanging about – so we wouldn’t recommend it to other doggers. But we decided to
give it a go.

I kept slipping in and out of my t-shirt so that
hardnrough2002 could keep feeling me up. We’ve barely had any time alone
together the last couple of weeks and were missing each other’s touch. Well, I
was craving it. In fact, we only took this one shot. Couldn’t bother with more.

The longer we’re apart, the more I get a chance to treasure
these moments when he finally caresses my skin with his lips. Or feel his
fingers run against the length of my bare back as I bend down towards his hand
on the gear shift and kiss it in gratitude.

At one point, to my pleasant surprise, he casually glanced
outside to see if the coast was clear and moved towards me and circled my
nipples with his tongue, kissing and sucking for nearly a minute. At least it
felt like a heavenly minute. He had been missing them for days. And me walking
around in the office in strategically fitted tops only makes it harder, he
says. 😉

Instead of blowing him in the car as usual, this time,

hardnrough2002

took me to a dark spot on the pavement behind a parked truck and made me kneel
down and suck him off. He kept watching out to make sure we were safe but I didn’t bother and just blew him good. After he came into my mouth, we went back to the car and drove
off to the airport. 

If only our friend knew what we had been up to… 🙂

Still looking for the women who are looking…

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Why do this at all? That’s the question that’s been keeping me away for so long now.

We started this blog so that I could reach out to other women and tell them a life like mine is possible. That it’s possible to feel completely a woman when she’s with somebody who is completely a man. 

I’m told that a lot of women read this blog. I only wish you reached out to us more. 🙂 Instead, I get fan mail and random propositions from random men (so-called) or we meet couples where the woman can’t open up because she can’t break away from the image she’s spent years fabricating for the man she’s with.

Honestly, I’ve just wanted to shut the whole blog down for the last couple of months. But something holds me back. And it struck me this morning – it’s because there are women out there who we still have to reach out to. Women who need to be told that they don’t have to settle for something-like-a-relationship with something-like-a-man because their lives can be so much more. That includes hardnrough2002 of course, but through him, a glimpse of a world and a state of being so different and so much more wonderful than anything they’ve ever laid eyes on or felt.

I’ve been given a chance to be in that world. And how ungrateful I would be to turn my back on all of you and the person I was before

hardnrough2002

took me under his wing – alone, scared and just basically winging it because there was nobody there to tell me what to do. Nobody I could simply turn to and ask – What do I do now? 

I must keep writing so that I can tell you that it’s possible to firmly grasp something real. And to remind myself of my journey up to this point and the long way I still have to go.

So, for the benefit of all my female readers – and hopefully to get more of them to overcome their shyness and talk to me 🙂 –  you can also find us on spreadyourlegsformymaster.tumblr.com. That’s where I’ll be posting from now on about things I feel the women reading this blog are most inquisitive about – my relationship with

hardnrough2002, the experience of sharing your man (or rather the idea of your man) with other women, my education in submission & surrender and the like.  You’ll also see a lot of reblogged photos of the kind of stuff hardnrough2002 and I like in bed, my fantasies and his. 🙂

I’ll keep posting on MumbaiDoggingBitch too, although I don’t know yet with what frequency. So do keep checking in here if you don’t want to miss anything!

To all my male readers – I can’t stop you from reading the blogs, but I have zero interest in interacting with you or hearing your praise. So please stop writing to me. If you must express your gratitude, tell more women about us!

Thank you.

The Intern – At the Office

The morning after the episode in the car, I arrived at the office to see our intern already at her desk and working. I was both impressed and pleased with her demeanor, not betraying as it did the slightest sign of what had transpired between us the previous night. I pulled out the glasses she had forgotten in the car and handed them to her. She took them and said thank you, again completely composed in her reaction. Very mature for a 19-year-old. Just based on her discretion alone, I could tell she was going to be around us for a long time.  
The day passed as usual, until it was lunchtime. Hardnrough2002 had walked in earlier – he usually comes in a little later – and had been too caught up with work to pay much attention to the intern. But as people trickled out for lunch, he had one of them send her to his cabin.
About ten minutes later, she called out my name. I walked to the cabin smiling, visualizing all the possible scenes I would be walking in to. Would she be on his lap, her jeans pulled down and his fingers between her legs? Would she be bent over his table, squirming as he fondled her very ample but firm ass? Or would she be down on her knees, her lips caressing his cock, teasing it with their wetness?       
I found them standing in the far end corner – hardnrough2002 had pulled her to him, her back against him. Her shirt and bra had been pulled up and her breasts were exposed as hardnrough2002 fondled them. A more beautiful scene than I could have imagined. 🙂 
She told me he had asked her to call me. I looked at him and asked why as I moved closer. He squeezed her breasts harder and said, ‘Feel them’. I did, watching her respond to my still unfamiliar touch. Her breasts were round and supple. I bent down to lick her nipple as hardnrough2002 moved in and did the same with her other breast. She stood there passively, probably wondering how to respond to the attention of two lovers at once. 
Hardnrough2002 rose but I got down on my knees and gravitated naturally towards his cock. As I unzipped his trousers and slid him into my mouth, I glanced up to see him bring his lips to hers. But just as I was about to feel a tinge of jealousy – why is a kiss such a special thing? – she pulled away, saying she didn’t want to kiss him. Something about her boyfriend and how she only wanted to do that with him. But somehow that didn’t stop her from kneeling down next to me to watch me suck his cock. “Do you want it baby?” he asked. She shrugged but kept staring. I pulled him out of my mouth and reached out to tuck a strand of stray hair behind her ear before gently guiding her lips to his cock.
She began sucking the tip, better than the last time, but still awkward. But it was precisely this inexperience that made his cock harden even more. I focused my attention on his thigh, kissing it and watching her suck him off. I gently pushed her head down a little deeper at one point, but she gagged too soon. “I can’t do it!” she exclaimed. I said, “You just need to practice and learn to breathe through your nose as you keep taking more of the cock in.” I did just that to show her how, this time fondling her breast and pinching her nipple just a bit to get her used to the much rougher touch she would need to get accustomed to if she was going to be a good lil bitch for him.
We heard some voices outside the cabin. A couple of employees had come back sooner than expected. The intern jerked away immediately on hearing the voices, turning to look at the door which hadn’t been locked. Since I know better, I didn’t miss a beat, not stopping, pulling out only so that I could lick the underside of the base of his cock. A few moments later, Hardnrough2002 sighed and said, “Okay, stop” and zipped back up slowly. The intern had already tidied herself up and I did the same. He got back behind his desk and told us to get back to work. Evidently, that was all for today.
(to be continued)

Mohd. Ali Road – This time I chickened out!

In your emails and messages, many of you make references to my ‘wild’ and ‘adventurous’ side. I’m sorry to inform you that I’m not always as brave as I make it seem! 

We were driving home last week when I suggested to hardnrough2002 that we turn around and drive down towards South Bombay for a change. While there was some mention made of flashing at the Gateway of India, we didn’t quite make it into town. Neither of us were in a very sexual mood and as we often do, we let our stomachs decide the course of the night. hardnrough2002 wanted to eat something light but meaty and as usual, I was up for anything he was.

As we were puzzling over where to go, he suddenly quipped, “I know a place. It’s right around here and it has the best kebabs. Let me take you there.” I love it when we go places that I’ve never been but are part of his memories of a past that I otherwise have no access to. In my insatiable greed for everything him, I drink in these places with an almost quiet reverence – listening to his stories as I take in the smells, sights and sounds, imprinting them all in my mind forever.  

The place he was talking about tonight was at Mohd. Ali Road. We didn’t find the exact spot he wanted to take me to –  he hadn’t been there for years now – but settled for another little street food joint that turned out to serve the most delicious beef kheema we’ve had in a long time! 

We ordered from the car and waited for the food to arrive, catching each other up about what had happened in our lives since we were last together. A few minutes later, as I dipped another piece of bread into the deliciously oily plate of minced meat, hardnrough2002 looked out at the men sitting outside, some of whom were stealing glances into the car at me as they ate their dinner, and said, “What if I had 2-3 of these men feel you up?” 

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Even as we had been driving into the area, I had noticed the gaudily dressed women who were standing either alone or in groups of 2-3 by the sides of the road. Now I have seen hookers before, but hardnrough2002 had to tell me that we were actually in the heart of Kamathipura, which is – for the benefit of my non-local readers – Asia’s largest sex district. But it wasn’t the hookers that unnerved me as much as the fact that the streets were otherwise populated only by men of all ages and mostly of the working class. No families, no couples. Just single men or groups of men assembled together for dinner. 

hardnrough2002 took the photo you see above as we began fantasizing about what it would be like for me to get out of the car in my considerably short dress and go sit there among those men and eat a meal. Maybe they would just stare silently. Maybe somebody would brush up too close to me. Maybe it could turn into something more?

As he pointed the phone camera at me, I could very easily have unbuttoned my dress as I did an hour later when we were back in the familiar territory of the vast open highway (see below). But I couldn’t – the discomfort of already having the very distinctly prying eyes on me didn’t make the idea sound very attractive at that moment. hardnrough2002 must have felt the same because although we were talking about it, he never once told me to unbutton.

So yeah, I chickened out! We’re definitely going back there very soon because we want to try the biryani which we didn’t have any room left in our stomachs for last time. And maybe I’ll work up the appetite for a little more courage too. Any ideas or requests?

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