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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-10-15 10:22:32
A "one time view" picture came through.
"I shall not open it." I responded "because I presume it is a dick pic"
"I don't send dick pics." He responded .
I believed him. It was the simplicity of his response that spoke volumes.
And that is how it happened.
A tug of war, our conversations...sensing he was a very VERY sexual human being, driven by coital engagement .
Not that such an engagement is not appealing to a hot blooded individual like myself but, the concern of what sort of "engagement" , he was looking for.
And so I have my ways of slowing down a session because , selfishly...I love to enjoy. I love to "connect"....I love the realness of what can happen between two naked people.
Each encounter unique in its share BUT, the underlying commonality being ...sincerity in the intimacy shared.
His pushiness, impatience, feeling emasculated in me taking the lead, made him jumpy...until our lips met.
"Slow down lover....allow me." I whispered.
He tasted "urgent", hungry, needy.
He tasted like a man who loved to fuck and fuck and fuck.
He tasted like foreplay was not really his thing.
He tasted like a man who always had his way....
And me being a woman who liked her way too, had to take it slow and "love" him just enough before the reigns were handed over.
When he left I purrrrred and purrrrred and if I were a pussy I would have been licking my paws and claws... clean... in pure satisfaction and bliss.
RB.
"I shall not open it." I responded "because I presume it is a dick pic"
"I don't send dick pics." He responded .
I believed him. It was the simplicity of his response that spoke volumes.
And that is how it happened.
A tug of war, our conversations...sensing he was a very VERY sexual human being, driven by coital engagement .
Not that such an engagement is not appealing to a hot blooded individual like myself but, the concern of what sort of "engagement" , he was looking for.
And so I have my ways of slowing down a session because , selfishly...I love to enjoy. I love to "connect"....I love the realness of what can happen between two naked people.
Each encounter unique in its share BUT, the underlying commonality being ...sincerity in the intimacy shared.
His pushiness, impatience, feeling emasculated in me taking the lead, made him jumpy...until our lips met.
"Slow down lover....allow me." I whispered.
He tasted "urgent", hungry, needy.
He tasted like a man who loved to fuck and fuck and fuck.
He tasted like foreplay was not really his thing.
He tasted like a man who always had his way....
And me being a woman who liked her way too, had to take it slow and "love" him just enough before the reigns were handed over.
When he left I purrrrred and purrrrred and if I were a pussy I would have been licking my paws and claws... clean... in pure satisfaction and bliss.
RB.
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-10-15 20:24:33
I will never forget my visit with you in Cape Town.
You left a lasting impression.
On 2024-10-15 10:22:32 Russian Bridgitte said:
A "one time view" picture came through.
"I shall not open it." I responded "because I presume it is a dick pic"
"I don't send dick pics." He responded .
I believed him. It was the simplicity of his response that spoke volumes.
And that is how it happened.
A tug of war, our conversations...sensing he was a very VERY sexual human being, driven by coital engagement .
Not that such an engagement is not appealing to a hot blooded individual like myself but, the concern of what sort of "engagement" , he was looking for.
And so I have my ways of slowing down a session because , selfishly...I love to enjoy. I love to "connect"....I love the realness of what can happen between two naked people.
Each encounter unique in its share BUT, the underlying commonality being ...sincerity in the intimacy shared.
His pushiness, impatience, feeling emasculated in me taking the lead, made him jumpy...until our lips met.
"Slow down lover....allow me." I whispered.
He tasted "urgent", hungry, needy.
He tasted like a man who loved to fuck and fuck and fuck.
He tasted like foreplay was not really his thing.
He tasted like a man who always had his way....
And me being a woman who liked her way too, had to take it slow and "love" him just enough before the reigns were handed over.
When he left I purrrrred and purrrrred and if I were a pussy I would have been licking my paws and claws... clean... in pure satisfaction and bliss.
RB.
I will never forget my visit with you in Cape Town.
You left a lasting impression.
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-10-16 12:57:51
Edited: 2024-10-16 12:59:14
Edited: 2024-10-16 12:59:14
Sinfulseducer...
May I not have more of you?
...x
May I not have more of you?
...x
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-10-16 17:15:23
One day darling. A little far out of Cape Town.
On 2024-10-16 12:57:51 Russian Bridgitte said:
Sinfulseducer...
May I not have more of you?
...x
One day darling. A little far out of Cape Town.
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-10-18 10:48:37
I stood there and looked at him and felt like a fish out of water.
A disarming smile. A giant of a god. Muscles. Hair.
.....Character.
I am tall and I stand taller with my heels...and I love it.
He was still taller than I.
Shit...I loved feeling all small and so took my heels off to feel him tower over me...feel him look down at me smiling...very VERY invitingly.
Ooooh...to be a woman at the mercy of a man that likes my sort , the sort that likes to sensually flirt, tease, kiss slow
S
L
O
W.
Lead at first....
He could have broken me in two, like a twig, sensing the power in his muscles.
But more frightening, inviting was the power of his manly passion, controlling his physical strength and allowing me to be the "suggestor" of what was to be ours.
He picked me up like I was nothing, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms behind his neck....my lips flirting with his...just a heated brushing of passions equal.
My gorgeous "aquaman" ..I call him that because he is even more gorgeous than Jason Momoa ( with short hair).
No matter how many times I see him I always think...
Shoo....I wonder why me.
Such a gorgeous specimen of a man in sooooo many ways.
RB.
A disarming smile. A giant of a god. Muscles. Hair.
.....Character.
I am tall and I stand taller with my heels...and I love it.
He was still taller than I.
Shit...I loved feeling all small and so took my heels off to feel him tower over me...feel him look down at me smiling...very VERY invitingly.
Ooooh...to be a woman at the mercy of a man that likes my sort , the sort that likes to sensually flirt, tease, kiss slow
S
L
O
W.
Lead at first....
He could have broken me in two, like a twig, sensing the power in his muscles.
But more frightening, inviting was the power of his manly passion, controlling his physical strength and allowing me to be the "suggestor" of what was to be ours.
He picked me up like I was nothing, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms behind his neck....my lips flirting with his...just a heated brushing of passions equal.
My gorgeous "aquaman" ..I call him that because he is even more gorgeous than Jason Momoa ( with short hair).
No matter how many times I see him I always think...
Shoo....I wonder why me.
Such a gorgeous specimen of a man in sooooo many ways.
RB.
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-10-30 07:58:59
The bed became theirs....many moons later.
It all started with a curious mind wondering what may happen if another sort of engagement took place.
And, he let her know that he was not one to engage in touchy touchy without his manly needs being met.
"Well. All I can say is that it makes it no less passionate, no less steamy. Different most definitely. "
Feeling a little out of sorts, not sure where the whole thing was heading to, he found himself letting go.
There was something she said, that invitation in her touch, closeness.
He felt as if he knew her. Been with her.
"Keep your eyes closed." She said....her nakedness doing the talking. Her lips travelling , stopping on the most sensitive part of his neck, sinking her teeth gently into the jugular vein..."you know I shan't leave any marks on you....let go. "
He couldn't help it, his hands went to her ass and cupped the tightness of bums firm and pulled her closer.
"Yes..." she whispered, " grind your hardness into my flesh. Tease me.
Don't be selfish. Show me how you would fuck me ..."
And her arms remained around his neck, her lips feathering his in kisses inviting....his mouth wanting to devour her, as he pulled her harder and closer to his hardness.
" look at your cock." she said, plying herself away from him.
He looked at her and groaned.
"LOOK AT YOUR COCK..." she said a little more sternly.
And their eyes traveled down to his cockiness, a throbbing stiffness between them.
"Is it not beautiful..." she said.
...cupping his balls with one hand, raising his chin with the other, making him look deep into her eyes as she made her way to her knees....keeping his gaze locked, feeling herself drowning and taking him with her.
...eventually to look away , and with one finger while still holding his balls with the other hand, trace his longness from base to cockhead.
" do you think a mouthfuck would help this hardness of yours...." A rhetorical statement rather than question.
The suggestion making his shaft bounce in anticipation and him, grunt like a man tortured.
It was only after a few sessions that the bed became a platform of many more sensual erotic intimacies , taken slow...unrushed and the coital still not a feature....that was something they both knew was easy to give and take, take and give...and who knew ...when that day should arrive, a womanly wetness soft and swollen most definitely to swallow the slow slide of a stiffness, throbbing and veiny....no rush but the sheer bliss of slipping deeper and deeper...
RB.
It all started with a curious mind wondering what may happen if another sort of engagement took place.
And, he let her know that he was not one to engage in touchy touchy without his manly needs being met.
"Well. All I can say is that it makes it no less passionate, no less steamy. Different most definitely. "
Feeling a little out of sorts, not sure where the whole thing was heading to, he found himself letting go.
There was something she said, that invitation in her touch, closeness.
He felt as if he knew her. Been with her.
"Keep your eyes closed." She said....her nakedness doing the talking. Her lips travelling , stopping on the most sensitive part of his neck, sinking her teeth gently into the jugular vein..."you know I shan't leave any marks on you....let go. "
He couldn't help it, his hands went to her ass and cupped the tightness of bums firm and pulled her closer.
"Yes..." she whispered, " grind your hardness into my flesh. Tease me.
Don't be selfish. Show me how you would fuck me ..."
And her arms remained around his neck, her lips feathering his in kisses inviting....his mouth wanting to devour her, as he pulled her harder and closer to his hardness.
" look at your cock." she said, plying herself away from him.
He looked at her and groaned.
"LOOK AT YOUR COCK..." she said a little more sternly.
And their eyes traveled down to his cockiness, a throbbing stiffness between them.
"Is it not beautiful..." she said.
...cupping his balls with one hand, raising his chin with the other, making him look deep into her eyes as she made her way to her knees....keeping his gaze locked, feeling herself drowning and taking him with her.
...eventually to look away , and with one finger while still holding his balls with the other hand, trace his longness from base to cockhead.
" do you think a mouthfuck would help this hardness of yours...." A rhetorical statement rather than question.
The suggestion making his shaft bounce in anticipation and him, grunt like a man tortured.
It was only after a few sessions that the bed became a platform of many more sensual erotic intimacies , taken slow...unrushed and the coital still not a feature....that was something they both knew was easy to give and take, take and give...and who knew ...when that day should arrive, a womanly wetness soft and swollen most definitely to swallow the slow slide of a stiffness, throbbing and veiny....no rush but the sheer bliss of slipping deeper and deeper...
RB.
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-11-11 22:52:46
Sometimes the depth of a look , that feeling as if the self is becoming one with the other.
When standing so close to each other , feeling as if nothing else exists but, the heat of
Want
Need.
Like in the movies, that yearning to kiss, that pull to place lips on lips but, abstaining from doing so because the satisfaction of a non kiss building a deep urgency, a desire intense be more magical than to surrender to the kiss.
When traveling touch lingers...ever so close but, not to touch.
And when laid to be spoilt with the warmth of a mouth hungry then to moan and arch , breathe each other in.
A gentle manly hand to caress the curve of a buttock , kiss the slight mound of a womanly tummy and whisper his hunger for all that makes her woman.
And when lowering his weight on her , to do nothing more than press his hardness against her leg and muzzle his face into hers...all the time drawing her into his world of lusty fantasies with talk of how he would love to.......
They just knew to fire each other up. It took very little. Both enjoying the possibility of coital engagement, yet to be consumed.
It was the play that did it for them and neither wanted to spoil the magic they shared.
It kept them craving and wanting more, without taking more.
Magical.
RB.
When standing so close to each other , feeling as if nothing else exists but, the heat of
Want
Need.
Like in the movies, that yearning to kiss, that pull to place lips on lips but, abstaining from doing so because the satisfaction of a non kiss building a deep urgency, a desire intense be more magical than to surrender to the kiss.
When traveling touch lingers...ever so close but, not to touch.
And when laid to be spoilt with the warmth of a mouth hungry then to moan and arch , breathe each other in.
A gentle manly hand to caress the curve of a buttock , kiss the slight mound of a womanly tummy and whisper his hunger for all that makes her woman.
And when lowering his weight on her , to do nothing more than press his hardness against her leg and muzzle his face into hers...all the time drawing her into his world of lusty fantasies with talk of how he would love to.......
They just knew to fire each other up. It took very little. Both enjoying the possibility of coital engagement, yet to be consumed.
It was the play that did it for them and neither wanted to spoil the magic they shared.
It kept them craving and wanting more, without taking more.
Magical.
RB.
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-11-18 14:24:08
Of late the fans have been blowing their coolness and the dress code has been real minimal.
The heat unbearable and the rains no real reprieve
What is happening, is that the barometer readings when it comes to passionate emotional engagement does know to reach a new high.
Sitting at an angle to get the best blow of cool air from the fan, a definite is always stockings and heels (no matter the temperature)...but the change being less lingerie...space readied and prepared for my gent to walk all cool and cleansed, out of the bathroom.
Of course the first thing he shall notice is the sparse state of my dress code.
And thus , going into summer that thing about..."less is more"...is the go to.
But.
I promise...as always it is your imagination I like to engage before revealing all that makes me woman.
By the way...I love to take control.
Initially.
I like to slow it down...and then allowing the session to take its natural course of surrender to sincere intimate pleasures.
As the title of this thread says
"...it is an experience..."
This summer the experience is gonna be even more erotic and sensual than usual.
Allow me...I want to.
RB.
The heat unbearable and the rains no real reprieve
What is happening, is that the barometer readings when it comes to passionate emotional engagement does know to reach a new high.
Sitting at an angle to get the best blow of cool air from the fan, a definite is always stockings and heels (no matter the temperature)...but the change being less lingerie...space readied and prepared for my gent to walk all cool and cleansed, out of the bathroom.
Of course the first thing he shall notice is the sparse state of my dress code.
And thus , going into summer that thing about..."less is more"...is the go to.
But.
I promise...as always it is your imagination I like to engage before revealing all that makes me woman.
By the way...I love to take control.
Initially.
I like to slow it down...and then allowing the session to take its natural course of surrender to sincere intimate pleasures.
As the title of this thread says
"...it is an experience..."
This summer the experience is gonna be even more erotic and sensual than usual.
Allow me...I want to.
RB.
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Re: ....rather an experience than a "label"
Posted: 2024-11-20 07:46:51
Edited: 2024-11-20 08:22:03
Edited: 2024-11-20 08:22:03
There is nothing but, nothing more rewarding, in this erotic space of mine than to take a gent on a trip of fantastical possibilities.
My imagination is very alive and real. My love of touch and play and tease , is not only about ensuring "my" man is pleasured but, equally to heighten my senses, deepen my passion, an arousal in my womanness that tingles and longs to continue the engagement of "my" man to a point where there is near no return.
Sometimes i take it too far and a millisecond too much , having a stiff cock explode all-over my hands......oooooo! If only i had stopped that millisecond sooner and continued to torture that cock and balls just that little bit longer.
Oh...and when it comes to slipping and sliding, and tasting and inhaling....all of what lays for my pleasure, "my" lover ardent....well, what a pity if there be no complete surrender.
What a pity if the adventure to be travelled is contrite and guarded.
Gentlemen.
My pleasure lays in your unashamed wanton desire to be pleasured and pleased.
And how that shall go will take the two of us to discover.
I cannot do it without your total engagement, trust....surrender....in all that should be ours .
Once again to say....sex is easy....how to get to that point where your desire be for me to lay down and surrender to your manliness?...well, come on over and let's find out
Foreplay....I know mine is a ballgame different.
I want you to know that too.
Kissing you close.
RB.
My imagination is very alive and real. My love of touch and play and tease , is not only about ensuring "my" man is pleasured but, equally to heighten my senses, deepen my passion, an arousal in my womanness that tingles and longs to continue the engagement of "my" man to a point where there is near no return.
Sometimes i take it too far and a millisecond too much , having a stiff cock explode all-over my hands......oooooo! If only i had stopped that millisecond sooner and continued to torture that cock and balls just that little bit longer.
Oh...and when it comes to slipping and sliding, and tasting and inhaling....all of what lays for my pleasure, "my" lover ardent....well, what a pity if there be no complete surrender.
What a pity if the adventure to be travelled is contrite and guarded.
Gentlemen.
My pleasure lays in your unashamed wanton desire to be pleasured and pleased.
And how that shall go will take the two of us to discover.
I cannot do it without your total engagement, trust....surrender....in all that should be ours .
Once again to say....sex is easy....how to get to that point where your desire be for me to lay down and surrender to your manliness?...well, come on over and let's find out
Foreplay....I know mine is a ballgame different.
I want you to know that too.
Kissing you close.
RB.
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