This is MY story / observation for today...

It started before my day begun.

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One has these dreams as a child of wanting to be something when they "big".
Aspiring to people that they have heard about or read about. That exposure to the rest of the world influencing ones young mind.

A perception of what life is...the truth of a child's version of things....then to be "moulded" further by opportunities presented, experiences, role-models, guidance and a re-evaluation of the aspirational dreams of the youngling, one was.

All the while, with all the exterior influences, the struggle of character and personality playing a major role in what happens next.

The pariah that will go with ones head,against the wall, fighting the system.
The stubborn egoistic who thinkS they know better.
The eternal intellectuals that thrive on the theoretical rather than the practical.
The go getters who mow anybody and everything in their way.
The opportunists who see and sieze a moment, on the ready to be in the forefront .

And so much more....


In all of this that, which was, the aspiration a generation ago, is now seen as outdated.

But one thing holds firm.

No matter the era, generation, external influences or ones character and personality, there will be those that will transcend time and change.

They live through their achievements, spoken about, passed on from generation to generation...a part of the history books of those that give achievement a true definition, a definition to inspire many who may see themselves as unworthy or incapable

And even if one may not reach the level of influence of these people, the hope the positivity, the awe, enthralling fascination they inspire is all that is needed to set one on a path better travelled.

This morning the internet worldwide, buffering and buffering....

Youtube streamers tryjng to circumvent restrictions...

And why?

Because of one man

Mike Tyson.

Legends....they hold the world enthralled, captivated and awakening aspirations among the younglings who too, got up with their mummies and daddies to watch.

A real life, a real struggle , choices made , ripple effects left...even champions know to make dicey choices but, to choose a road better travelled is worthy of waking up at 3am and dragging ones kiddies out of bed to look in and learn a lesson or two by watching the choice of a boxing legend to step in The ring with an opponent representing the modern aspirations of the younglings of today.

The amazing thing being that our younglings here at home were sad that the Legend that Tyson is, lost.

True Legends are just that....LEGENDS.

RB.

I found this on the internet and it made perfect sense

Enjoy!


What is a kiss.

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Prof. of Algebra: Kiss is infinity because it's two divided by nothing.

Prof. of Geometry: Kiss is the shortest distance between two lips.

Prof. of Physics: Kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of

the heart.

Prof. of Chemistry: Kiss is the reaction of the interaction between two

hearts.

Prof. of Physiology: Kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicularis oris

muscles in the state of contraction.

Prof. of Dentistry: Kiss is infectious and antiseptic. Prof. of Zoology: Kiss is

the interchange of salivary.

Prof. of Accountancy: Kiss is a credit because it is profitable when

returned.

Prof. of Economics: Kiss is that thing for which the demand is always

higher than the supply.

Prof. of Statistic: Kiss is an event whose probability depends on the vital

statistics of 36-24-36.

Prof. of Philisophy: Kiss is persecution for the child, ectasy for the youth

and homage for the old.

Prof. of English: Kiss is a noun that is used as a conjuction; it is more

common than proper; it is spoken in the pural and it is applicable to all.

Prof.of Architecture: Kiss is a process which builds a solid bond between

the two dymanic objects.

Prof. of Comp. Science: What is a kiss? It looks to be an undefined

variable.

-QUOTED
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Just goes to prove...what's in a kiss?

LOTS!

She stood in front of him, he reclining on the sofa.
Never being one to put on a strip show, it was the music and the ambiance , the evening playing out that had her begin a sultry tease of disrobing.

He was already naked.

She smiled.

He loved undressing for her. He knew it did things to her. He also knew she liked his exhibitionist streak.
It wasn't a sort of public exhibitionism but rather, one for her pleasure.

He felt comfortable in his nakedness....lose, unburdened.
She made him feel like that.
His cock was nowhere in the league of those guys that carried a serious package in the pants but, it was "a cock that suits you ", as she put it and, he knew it did.

He watched her watching him. Their gaze locked. All the while very aware of every single garment she continued to remove.

His cock a mastlike shaft, him playing with his balls.

And when she eventually stood in g-string, stockings and heels, he said...

"Rub your pussy for me. I want your g-string wet."

"They are wet already..." she said.

Their gaze still locked.

"Show me..." all the while continuing to stroke his own throbbing hardness.

"You mean like this?" She said, putting her one foot up on the sofa, slightly moving the g-string aside allowing her womanly wetness to be exposed and slipping her finger...and then more than one... slowly, deeper and deeper...


And that is when their gaze broke and his fascination captured watching her fingers comfortably disappearing....in and out of her wetness.

"Want to taste?" She asked.

"I want to eat." He responded.

"Aaaah..." she said , sliding her fingers out if her wetness and putting them to her mouth to smear on her lips and suck the musky wetness...."A kiss first."

And she bent forward allowing him to lick and suck her mouth clean of her dripping lustiness.

RB.

She dared to be brazen.

Commanding.

The heels giving her those extra inches.

It was her height, her build...her demeanor.

Sultry
Sexy.
Flirty.

Nothing pretty about her. The word pretty too fine, too beautiful....to suit her.

Hers was the confidence, without the arrogance. Hers was a world where women dared to seduce, dared to be upfront without forgetting the bosom, the waist, the hips the buttocks and thighs..the elegance and style every woman embraced and rejoiced in.

Hers was the knowledge of knowing what WOMAN is.

No doubt in her knowledge, her street cred, her innate ability to fit in, be it among the most powerful to those who knew not where their next plate of food would be coming from.

Hers was in her eyes, her speech, her smile....her laughter.

The nurturing found in all she put her attention to.

She loved the game, the seduction...the tease.

The educated lady who attended boardroom meetings, got down and dirty enjoying nature at its best...planting seed after seed for generations to come.

The whore who knew to enchant the mind of any lover.

And when he walked into her space where lovemaking would be a courting slow to a deep sexy penetrative frenzy of sweat and thrusts, arched and, a hungry lusty begging for more and harder and faster....!

To that explosive , throbbing shooting of lusty cum...her contracting womanly hunger gripping every shot, to slumping on her body, hearts racing, the grip of her thighs around his waist relaxing....

And it all started with a simple conversation about the role of women and men where that which can play out behind closed doors begins subconsciously way before that door shall, most definitely, be opened.

RB.

They were like two peas in a pod.

Neither wishing to cheat themselves of the pleasure of what could be but, neither prepared to let their guard down more than the time booked to share in bodily pleasures.

An affair in the bed where the comfort of nakedness was not spoilt with his manly need to satisfy the desire to penetrate a telling hungry wetness.

That word spooning, rather a perfect fit of his hardness slipping ever so close yet...so far, between her bum cheeks....his hand firm and guiding on her hip.

Both blindfolded but, knowing every part of each others body.

Every
Stroke
Mouth tasting


Caress....a perfection of lovers surrendered.

And so much more play and tease and

When removing his blindfold, kneeling between a woman he knew, was time to possess, he removed her blindfold to be greeted with a femininity of hungry soft eyes and simply said...

"....are you ready"


Sheathing his throbbing .

RB.

He was shameless.

An exhibitionist....said he liked women looking at his cock.

His reveal in one of their sexy tete-a-tetes.

And so she suggested he place his thick longness as well as his balls in a pair of pants that showed his package and meet her at...

She knew the spot was perfect. Men and women all about the look, the reveal without the reveal.
Hair pieces, long lashes, tits and ass on display.
Men on the hunt for pussy...any price would go.
Gold diggers spreading those thighs hoping to catch the next sugar daddy or even potential "husband".

She sat at the bar taking in the euphoria of sex on display, the pretense of decency.

Scent of testosterone from bulging tummies, red faced alcoholics, biceps and triceps hoping to impress and, yes....tight pants... the bulge on display.

With a John Travolta Saturday Night Fever swag he walked in.
She knew he hadn't spotted her yet.

She watched him and, watched them watch him.

He looked comfortable. An understated sense of wealth Sexy. Available.

Like a magnet... the swing of hair pieces.
The coy sexy look , a tip of tongue in the corner of the mouth...a recrossing of legs as he walked by.

The testosterone too, took note.

"Hey!" He said gleaming , all teeth .

"Hey! " said she, standing up to greet him.

Of course she was underdressed...it wasn't about her.
It was about him.
But, what a pleasure to see the the hunt on the go.

"How come I didn't know about this place?" leaning back on his elbows, daring all to look at his cock.

The truth was,his package, the outline was quite a sight, worthy of attention.

"You do know I shall be leaving soon...you don't need me anymore. "

He turned to her , took her face in his hands, kissed her smack bang! On the lips and said...."Thank you!"

She smiled, picked up her things, kissed him on the cheek and said, "enjoy."


As she walked out she thought to herself


...there is always a place for all sorts.

Another successful mix and match...all in the hope it was that which one hopes to discover.

RB.

That yearning that sat deep within him, gnawing away at his curiosity.
A husband, father, family member...a communal man , dedicated to societal necessary standards.
Yet, deep within a hunger to go beyond....nothing sinister, an embrace of the sensual, sexual he knew many had experienced and, wished to do so too.

He stepped out of his comfort zone. Began to experiment with his sexuality finding that he needed a little more than sex.

Sex he had at home.

She loved the way his hand cupped her breasts.
She loved the way his mouth knew to be gentle yet, bite her hard niples without hurting her.
She loved their deal....share and share alike.

She had him on his back as much as he had her.

She teased his cock over and over to THAT point and then....no more.

After all, they had lots of time

He loved her thighs, her womanness...that reveal of softness, lusty heat ...making his cock throb. Her mouth heavenly on his hardness as he played and teased , telling in that suck and tongue, of every contraction of released pleasure that arched her nakedness..over and over and OVER, as he cupped and massaged and stroked that which he had fantasised indulging in.

He felt as if his cock had cum so many times but, the need to ejaculate driving him to a frenzy enjoying her moans and dominance when she said ...." you are mine now..."

And, he lay back and allowed her to end their time together, clutching his cock, the intensity tearing through his being, as she eventually let him ejaculate 90 minutes of blissful sexsensual pleasure.

RB.

Was it a spiritual thing?

She smiled, knowing the fun that would be poked at her by those that knew nothing more than to satiate the superficial bodily lusty need, that pornstar fuck fantasy.

Nothing wrong with that. It just did nothing for her...to empty his scrotum, without satisfaction to herself.

And satisfaction for her was so very different to what he thought it was.

She had to show him.

She wanted him.

He intrigued her.

His was...
A smile to convince one into anything. A laugh that came so easy. A sincerity in his eyes. A handsomeness he embraced with ease without making it a "go to" thing.

She had to "connect".

Her pleasure was in the surrender of her man...feeling him sensing her.

Feeling him trusting her.

Feeling him becoming her "lover"

A courting of minds, connected... before bodily pleasures.

He was easy, neither pushy nor submissive....rather a man who allowed her to lead and he, to lose himself in her invitation.

The room became nothing, time was relative, the music muted...his gaze, his touch , his willingness to allow her in, became a sultry seduction of what a man and a woman innately know to share, play, pleasure of the body and, the mind FEELS it, embraces it, feeds off it....makes it that much more not worldly but, a universal truth when lovers dare to be lovers.

It wasn't about falling in love. It wasn't about boxing it into something. It wasn't about overthinking it.

It was exactly what a true satiated mind and spirit and, not only body, felt .

She didnt know how to enjoy her men otherwise.

It had to be a complete surrender...a deep unwavering trust in her.
And everytime....it felt more real than the last.

Her men...she loved them in ways they would just have to trust her to show them.

Trust was a big thing for her , as was sincerity and integrity in their intimacy shared....no matter her taking the monies left on the mantelpiece and pocketing it in her purse .



RB.

On 2024-12-24 08:03:40 Russian Bridgitte said:
Was it a spiritual thing?

She smiled, knowing the fun that would be poked at her by those that knew nothing more than to satiate the superficial bodily lusty need, that pornstar fuck fantasy.

Nothing wrong with that. It just did nothing for her...to empty his scrotum, without satisfaction to herself.

And satisfaction for her was so very different to what he thought it was.

She had to show him.

She wanted him.

He intrigued her.

His was...
A smile to convince one into anything. A laugh that came so easy. A sincerity in his eyes. A handsomeness he embraced with ease without making it a "go to" thing.

She had to "connect".

Her pleasure was in the surrender of her man...feeling him sensing her.

Feeling him trusting her.

Feeling him becoming her "lover"

A courting of minds, connected... before bodily pleasures.

He was easy, neither pushy nor submissive....rather a man who allowed her to lead and he, to lose himself in her invitation.

The room became nothing, time was relative, the music muted...his gaze, his touch , his willingness to allow her in, became a sultry seduction of what a man and a woman innately know to share, play, pleasure of the body and, the mind FEELS it, embraces it, feeds off it....makes it that much more not worldly but, a universal truth when lovers dare to be lovers.

It wasn't about falling in love. It wasn't about boxing it into something. It wasn't about overthinking it.

It was exactly what a true satiated mind and spirit and, not only body, felt .

She didnt know how to enjoy her men otherwise.

It had to be a complete surrender...a deep unwavering trust in her.
And everytime....it felt more real than the last.

Her men...she loved them in ways they would just have to trust her to show them.

Trust was a big thing for her , as was sincerity and integrity in their intimacy shared....no matter her taking the monies left on the mantelpiece and pocketing it in her purse .

RB.

My favorite quote has always been: "Remember Chiyo, Geisha are notcourtesans, and we're not wives.We sell our skills, not our bodies.We create another secret world, a place only of beauty.The very word Geisha means, artist, and to be a Geisha, is to be judged as a moving work of art."

Today's it was replaced by RB's writings above.

A long long time ago...was I destined to? ...I read "Memoirs of a Geisha" by Arthur Golden.
It was actually given to me to read and I was told ..."I think you will enjoy this read."

Imagine that....much much much before my purple days that began in 2015.

The plot in any written piece is always what makes it a riveting read, that is a given.
But.
In THIS case what captured my whole being was what it took to become the "most famous geisha of Gion"....while her sister was "taken to a brothel within Kyoto's pleasure district."

Thus yes J_J....the art of seduction comes in various ways even before one would imagine that which happens behind closed doors.

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The tea ceremony.
Singing, dancing, and playing the samisen.
Walking in a pair of okobo's.
Knowing to fold and wear the hikizuri.
The face made to illuminate "what's hidden is more beautiful".
Schooled in the arts and conversation.




Oh! Why would one not want to be so disciplined and legendary and desired by many just to be in ones company and entertained in ways most fine....then the bedroom does become a moment most magical that lasts and lasts and lasts.

But , if I may disagree on one point. A true Courtesan, in my eyes, is equal to a Geisha...that is if she is a TRUE courtesan.

To quote...

"She would be accomplished in the arts of music, dancing and poetry and wouldentertain the men of the court, particularly in Moghul India. Her elegance and expensive gold-embroidered veil show her high status."

The idea of either is appealing.

Ps. I truly adore you my J_J.

Thank you for always encouraging my imagination to show itself when doors are closed and my man is all mine to "entertain ".

No "tale" of mine can be penned without a truth behind it.

RB.