She lay there, feeling quite tired. It had been a long day and the evening outing, the relaxing vibe made her let go even more.

To sit back.
Listen.
Enjoy and absorb his energy, his telling of travels he had just come from.
He knew her well and what might interest her and thus to tell her, in a fashion just like a journalist would, what the world looked like on the other side.

All the time his fingers caressing her arm, and under the table his leg pressed to hers.

And on following him into his hotel room smelt one of her favourite perfumes...First...and laughed softly.

"You know you didn't have to."

"I know I never have to but , it is one of my guilty pleasures..." handing her the gift.

They stood facing each other and their lips knew only to meet and, each to surrender to the other.

"Lay for me." He said.
"Tonight is my night."

Placing her gift on the table she allowed him to bend down and take her heels off.

A stocking at a time.

Sliding his hands under her dress to remove her panty.

...rubbing her inner thigh, all the way up to her womanly softness.

Standing straight, hoisting her dress above her head and once again to say

"Lay."

She did. Watching him undress.
Watching him release his hardness from his pant...knowing she would have to do nothing but surrender and when the time was right, straddle him and take over.

But...late late into the ever did his tease continue and at no point to allow her to straddle him .

In fact it was his night of kama sutra his way....and she arched and moaned and gripped him harder and closer into all that defined her as the lover she was.

RB.

He came with an intent.

She met him with an intent.

Not that they were not on the same page, it was just that more time was required than initially anticipated.

And so where her play and tease, her engagement of loving his body, his lips....his mind remained unrushed, his had not yet been addressed and so he said...

"Let's make it two hours...?"

From being the lead lover , taking , heightening her passion and need of him ..to surrender and allow him to work his magic.

A man who understood the linger of a hand, the softness of lips travelling areas of a woman's body without engaging the warmth and wetness between her thighs.

A man who , when eventually knowing to part milky thighs loved to absorb through look, scent before taste and touch....

Eventually the two hours too seemed too short.

It was the beginning and the door had been opened...what was to come was an enigma for the intensity shared of mind and body left them both a little dazed

RB.

It was inevitable.

From that first time, his softness, his eagerness captivating her spirit...that part she let fly free, absorbing and aware.

It never worried her that her energies would be depleted nor that the man entering her space, may be of a nature draining.

In fact, it felt as if her energies never ebbed and she embraced that will and desire to open the door to another's deep sense of sensuality, that heartbeat of being human, that need even if lustful...to be recognised and acknowledged.

He had a kink...a kink society would look in on and try shame and belittle.

She had a kink and cared not what society thought.

And so when those soft lips of his planted their first gentle hello and his hug took her hug hard and closer into him, she knew their journey was one of connection.

She told him it could never be the same. There was no thought as to how it may have been the first time.

It was about the now.

They loved each other. The kink taking a second seat. The touch of flesh , kissing and inhaling of each others personal musky lustiness, positions taken without coital engagement but rather the discovery of body to body "kisses".

It was a special reuniting.

It was exactly how it was meant to be from that first meet.

Sex was not the purpose...acknowledgemnt of a man hungry to be passionate in his expression through play , was.

And she reveled in his finding himself and heightening her passion and desire for him.

RB.

Aaaaah! My aquaman!

A giant in height, size...demeanor.

I have written about him before.

I love that he is not aware how gorgeous he is, and laughs most heartily when I tell him so.

It ain't about his eyes that are most beautiful, or his easy smile...welcoming, even though towering over my 1.88m (with stilettos).

It is how he makes me feel.

A man MAN...and intentionally to take my heels off to shrink in height before him and have him envelope me as if I am the only woman on this fine planet.

The surrender to me, the engagement with me, the sincerity....makes him a purple lover most adored.

I always talk about the surrender to the experience, the trust to let go to what shall be ours.

No matter how many times this MAN, this beautiful soul crosses my threshold, I love that he takes my breath away and makes me laugh with no care in the world.

He is...aquaman...he is magical. In his demeanor is goodness that I feed off and absorb to the very core of what beats in my being.

RB.

You want to know about a "love affair "?

A purple one dusted with sparks of flirtatious passion.
From direct messaging to whatsapp to emails.

A taste of courting , old style...a engagement of imagination, photos speaking beyond the image captured, words spilling with heat, a reveal of the desire to be more than just woman and man.

Lovers.

Never met.


Strangers.

By the time the door opened and he stepped across the doorstep, the look was deeper than a French kiss could ever be. His hands cupping her face and placing the softest gentlest of kisses on her lips.

She felt an instant need to let go. Let go to the messages, emails...correspondence that had been theirs.

They both knew what it was all about and no time to waste nor over analyse what was to be.

Her nakedness was his to pleasure and enjoy.

His manliness was for her to taste and swallow... deep within the womanliness soft, pulsating...swollen in the best of ways where his tongue and touch had made her arch , sink back deep into the bed, wrap her legs round his neck , waist...legs.

It was even an arch from behind, griding her ass cheeks against his shaft sliding between them....his balls slapping back and forth against her womanness.

Sweat built up slowly.
Sighs were long and deep and moans plenty.


A courting over weeks....an hour "love affair" most royal.

RB.

"What does it mean you going to fuck me stupid?" He asked looking at her , not with soft eyes.

Quite guarded.

"This..." she said stepping toward him," oh... By the way...if you going to waste your time and money by holding back then do i stop right now..?"
Standing so close to him so that her nipples just, just kissed his skin, looking up at him, already sensing his passion build, locking her gaze on his mouth.

" Kiss me gently...please."

His hands went to her hips, hers around his neck , but neither moved.

Hot.
Throbbing...heartbeat and the desire in her softness less obvious than the throb in his shaft.

It started off soft lips on soft lips.
She parted hers slightly.
His grip on her hips tightened and he begun to pull her ever so slightly toward him.
"Aaaaah...your cockhead..."she said, trailing off as she began to lick his lips from corner to corner...taking his bottom lip between her teeth...

" Shall I fuck you stupid?" She asked, his bottom.lip still between her teeth,his hands grinding her body into his hardness.

And as she let go of his lip so she began to slide down to her knees..a trail of wetness where his cockhead had been making it's way between her tits , the precum telling that it had just begun...his surrender was definite.

No waste of his time or money.

RB.