I don't like anything rushed.

Even in that mad frenzy of passion fierce , that cock stroke purposeful, pulling all the way over the top of the head, squeezing it tighter, imagining that tip teasing the soft lips of my wetness, controlled, no chance of a slippery slide deep.

Faster...faster!!! But....not too fast...

"Fuck! Don't stop!!" ...of course i stop, ..it is toooooo soon, it is toooooo tooooo soon and thus to spit on that cock head and then think about licking it clean....it always plays out in different ways.

It always leaves me drained in the best of ways.

RB.

Who says that there cannot be a cross over from serious cockplay to a kink such as prostate play or me being strapped into "my cock".

Strapon indulgences in no way minimize or get in the way of worshipping that hard cock that hungers for indulgences most kinky.

Who says kink puts ones manliness in question when my touch knows to engage butt cheeks and feather the anus a touch fleeting, in no way intrusive or invasive....when my tits press themselves down on your needy hardness.

That adventure new...that curiosity burning....to be pleasured most unexpectedly and looking fwd to more kinky naughty cockworshiping that might be.


Just as one might imagine a cockworshipping session....one realizes there are boundless possibilities one might consider in the future.

I want to show you, lead you and suggest what next....

RB.

....and so it seems my above post has given many a thought to ponder.

What thought?...that laying splayed , exposed cock in air, balls puckered...ain't as daunting as it may sound.

Even the shyest of the shy, the most reserved, conservative of thought when it comes to how a woman could pleasure a man without him having to initiate the address of his sexsensual yearnings has found it natural and a surrender quite easy when we are closer than close in our nakedness.

It is in that first soft gentle hug and lips on lips...in my case a sort of non intrusive welcome into my space before I shall take your cock and worship it in a way I hope will keep u smiling for a long time to come,bring that confidence in engaging the most sexsensual part of yourself and realizing what a sexy beast u actually are.
Today I shall lose myself once again in the beauty of our nakedness and show you why a surrender to each other is the only way to go.

Come...be mine...I WANT YOU....all of you.

RB.

Aaaaah...to know to worship the soft wetness of a woman.

To know to get lost in the warmth cradled between her thighs...to caress it, cup it...fondle it....inhale the heady muskiness of her womanness....taste it



Savour it...


Who says it is any different when worshipping a shaft.

Who says a touch lingering, a suggestive drop of the head as if to swallow the hard longness...nibble.on the tip


Is any different?


To know to "worship " that which yearns to be engaged in the most sexsensual of ways.

Come.


Let us...x

RB.

"....I wanna fuck that mouth of yours with this hard dick of mine..." He said, an animalistic lusty grunt in his voice.


I held him down with my knees on the either side of his hips as he lay on the bed.

"Fuck darling..." said i"...my mouth gonna fuck your cock when it wants to, not when u want it to..."

He squirmed under me, pushing that cock up pressing against my pubic bone feeling my wetness on his shaft as my asscheeks ground his balls and my hands tortured that very sensitive cock head.

"...u gonna make me cum!..."

...and with that, I deftly got off him and asked him how his week had been so far....grin.


I had to distract him with something very random, would u not say?

RB.

I love that obvious hardness, that growing bulge, those nerves...that anticipation.

I love that first hug, that body to body...that breathless laugh.

I love to press myself that little bit longer than necessary before showing my Gent around.


...I lovvvvvee waiting in my lingerie as a towel wrapped lusty Gent comes toward me.

I KNOW he knows I want him....I know his cock is mine as,are his balls...every inch of his flesh.


Aaaah...man.

How I love to pleasure myself with all man is.

To sleep I go knowing pleasures of the most "shafty" sort await me.


RB.

Last night a most unexpected late call for company.

Quiet company, he said.

He needed to mope, he said.

I am for those sort of moments shared.

To absorb energies low and slowly, slowly coax back to a satisfied reality.

Since we knew each other well....it was not a guessing game.


How energies know to feed off each other.

How no words do know to speak volumes.

How meeting tongues....no not kissing...


A sort of open mouth invitation where lips rest on lips and the tongue tip touches the other tongue tip...lingers and awakens a growling animalistic passion in one.


"Will you tease my cock tip like that...please? I want you to take my cock with your mouth.

I need those hands strokes of yours....that grip has been missed."


He followed me to my car, bent down, kissed me softly and said...

" and in return I shall kiss you...."

I took his hardness in my hand...and softly began the massage of his need to feel more alive before I revved up my car into a strong speedy pull to my flat....and he followed with his Akrapovic grunt of a muscle car.

RB.

Sometimes a cockworshipping session is more about the "position" rather than simply the cock play.

So.. in this case, the long slow strokes are the preteaser to what makes him shoot his load.

Our play always intense without that frenzied rush.

His Achilles heel...that part of our play demanded, yes DEMANDED which I readily indulge in, is my thighs on either side of his face , my pussy above him...as he says to get lost in my womanly scent and wet invite...facing his cock....mind u always easy to indulge in a 69....but that is not our thing...and then as those hand strokes of mine become longer, harder....gripping and he says..

" squeeze my face in these fucking thick thighs of yours.." pushing his face higher and higher uhtil I can feel his breath inches away from my pussy....he EXPLODESSsssssssss!!!!


Siiiiigh....do I drip....drippity drip....he says I do, licking his lips.

:D

RB.

I caught myself, in a moment of sheer deep pleasure, licking my lips and leaning forward to lick his mouth saying

"Darling....?"

PING!...went a thing in my head.

Darling?????


Hey, hey hey...! What bullshit was this??? What sweeping nonsensical noun, in that moment, was I resorting to?

He could not be my "darling"....although I loved him being under me, in a position pinned down by my wet womanness kissing his shaft and my ass cheeks and asshole kissing his balls....he was not my beloved.

I myself don't like those "sweeping" terms of endearment and prefer RB as opposed to "love" , if need be, in that moment when you tell me to fuck your cock head with my mouth.

And so I said....sitting upright, wiggling my ass, ensuring to "worship " that shaft and balls with all my softness

"My Darling you ain't but, rather a fuckalicious delicious delightful munchy of a cocky man that wants my pussy all over him!..."

And with that I , moved forward and road his torso with my wetness while his shaft slipped between my firm bum cheeks....nope not anal, my ass still a virgin....ever teasing that asshole jussst enough and no more ....sticking my fingers in his mouth for him to suck as if it were my clit.

As I said....cockworship with me, RB...is something else.

RB.


Ps....Gentlemen....NO session of mine is a scripted share of what shall between you and I.

It happens most naturally....thus that word...SURRENDER....that is synonymous with all I do.

Let go....and....Surrender.

.....xxxxx!