One.

I could not help myself.

I looked down on him as he lay for my pleasure....standing between his legs, marveling at the surety of his hardness and the fullness of his balls.

I began my crawl between his legs....inhaling that manly scent that always took me over the edge .

Asking him to spread his legs, bend his knees so I could make my way ever closer...wanting my bosom, the roundness of my breasts on either side of his shaft...but before that...to leave a trail of my warm breath as I ran my chin up his shaft and lightly brushed the tip of his cockhead with my lips.


I could not help myself...RB.

Hmm, you'd have to tie me to the chair :)

On 2023-05-22 00:39:11 Monsoon96 said:
Hmm, you'd have to tie me to the chair :)

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Two.

...i am sure a few will recognize some of some....


I could not help myself.

I had to restrict him...he wanted it. His hands tied to the back of the chair...the idea of all the things I could do to him as I pleased.

A mast , steadfast...sort of "whipping" around as I gently, ever so lightly teased his balls...a reaction in the shaft.

I stood above him in my heels between his spread legs..towering in my nakedness...his eyes steadfast in their stare at that womaness of mine near eyelevel to him.

Before there would be any indulgences in what I knew i would do to that cock of his I had to tease myself a little...allow him the pleasure of sight as I cupped my pussy and began to caress that warm wet softness of mine....

Slowly....

Gently....

Gyrating my hips to the sounds of Arabic tunes.

I just had to...I just had to "love myself first"....before I would most definitely "fuck" that cock of his with me kneeling between his legs.

I simply could not help myself, helping myself.....

RB

Three.

A gentle sort he was...the sort I wanted to lay myself down for

And


....feel him explore me like the gentle lover that he was.

Those kisses unforced.

That body warm, close, a sense of caring to touch and feel and absorb.


I had to surrender

I simply could not .... help myself.

RB

Four.

He walked through my door. I sensed the nerves. I too am always that little bit nervously excited.

It never feels robotic or generic.

And then we



HUGGED.





I melted and melted and ....mellltttedddd.


He gave so much of himself in that hug, without a word shared.

He inhaled me and I gasped as I did the same.

I surrendered.

I simply could not help myself.

RB.

Five.

If the arch of a back could tell a story.

A gasp.

That widening of pupils...


If his lingering hands could tell tales of fantasies seductive.

If his moans could paint pictures of lusty needs.

Then.

Then...I would just have to join him.

How could I ever not become part of that pleasure.....

I could not help myself but become his ... in the way he wanted.

RB.

Six.

His fingertips kissed mine.

His mouth possessed mine with a mere resting of his lips on mine.

He stood so still...so close to me that I could hear and feel his heart beat.

He said nothing...and then his other hand clasped the back of my neck and he brought my mouth into his...

Gently

Slowly

....teasing me with a kiss most sensual and "loving".

As much as it felt sensually seductive, so much it felt sexually hotttt....


I could not help but, ply myself away from him and, go down on my knees and savour the "manliness" of is ardor.

I inhaled.

I did so much more.

He moaned and...I just could not help myself but taste all that made him so utterly delicious.

RB.

Seven.

Oh! The nervous shyness of a naked man.

A hungry man....hungering to be adored by the touch of a naked woman.

A man needing to feel like a man again.

To eat a woman with his eyes, his touch his mouth...his flesh.

A man that is a lover... stifled.... needing to find himself again, savour the play of unrushed pleasures shared.

I man that smiled nervously, drew me in shakily and held on for dear life.


I let him find me...find himself



at his leisure.



And then, I made him feel more of what he had forgotten .

I took over.


I just could not help myself.

RB.

Eight.

He picked me up like I was a feather.

A 1.78 big assed ...FEATHER!!!!


He stood over 2metres and reminded me of aquaman Jason Momoa...without the wild hair.

A specimen of a human being worthy of the staring and blubbering I could not help myself from.

I felt like a little one and lovvvvved the grip of his hands on my ass cheeks.

The wonderful thing about this possible example of what mythical gods might have looked like, was his meek inviting desire to be played with, taken and plied and tasted and shown whatcother adventures might exist when it comes to erotica and kink.

I adored his stare...it ate me whole.

I played and played and "bent" his mind that much to eventually get him to yelp with pleasure telling me not to stop.

I could not help myself....I fell in lust and bewailed that the time had past so quickly.

RB.

Nine.

" I Love to kiss. Do you kiss?" He asked

"So do I but...it knows to be lingering.

To hold my breath while my lips shall rest on yours...and then breath u in while I rest my lips on yours.
Feeling the mutual heat to taste each other yet, not.
Will you allow me to taste your lips with my tongue? A slow slowwwww run of my tongue from one end of your lips to the other?... allow your heart to race and a moan to escape as your lips part?"


I could not help myself...my hand went instinctively round his neck, our gaze locked and I got lost in him.

I closed my eyes and allowed my mouth to find the lover he was in the kiss we shared.

And as we kissed , I wished upon a second "date" of lovers most purple...I simply could not help myself.

RB.