And as my personal gallery shows in many images captured, cockworshipping is a given in my sessions.

BUT, as mentioned, pls no preconcieved ideas of what it should be or how it should be.

A mind fixated on a "happening" shall most definitely miss the actual pleasure and delight one should experience.

Thus to embrace the adventure and ....SURRENDER....without concern or expectation might just be the answer to a selfish blissful hour or more of debaucherous cock play.

Enjoy some captured moments on my personal gallery and looking fwd to teasing and pleasing that curiosity of yours!

RB.

It was a pair of jocks that sat snuggly to his package.

After his shower he said he wanted to keep them on and for me to stroke him into a "stiffness".

Our conversation light and naughty.

His head propped on a pillow.

His eyes focused on my hands and his cock.

...and as his hardness grew , so his cock began to push against the material....tracing that hardness with a finger to allow that cock tip to peek out the top....growing , growing...a mushrooming of the cockhead....GRIN.

It is that tip.

The veininess...a glistening drop forming at the urethra.

Long strokes.

Slow strokes...all the way to his balls still hidden in his jocks....


His jocks did come off...at the right time.....later.

RB.

He wanted me to prance around in heels and stockings, my tits exposed, my ass exposed and....a strapon.

He wanted to stroke himself while i stroked my strapped on "cock".

I jiggled my ass, I played with my strapped on "hardness " and watched him get harder and harder.

I stepped closer spreading his knees wider, as he sat on the edge of my plinth...I stepped into him introducing my very lifelike strapped on "hardness" to his.

They rubbed up against each other.....oooo! What a fucking pity I did not have the real thing....but, just that action of cock on "cock" drove me dilly and I fucked his mouth with mine.....sigggghhhh.

Yep. I kissed him deep....not my usual style but, I was soooooo horny imagining the pleasure of having a cock and a pussy....imagine being a true hermaphrodite...Shoo!

Now that would be serious cock worship!


RB.


Ps....Gentlemen ...never imagine your masculinity is in question when indulging in kink as explained here.

Don't be shy to explore your most erotic side if the curiosity is there... in a controlled environment safe and mutually agreed upon and mutually enjoyed.

His shaft was solid in my hand.

His balls filling my other hand as I cupped their tightness.

"Press harder" He said.

I did.

Slowly slowly watching that cockhead bulge more and more above my grip....never forgetting to enjoy those balls of his at the same time.

And then....to change the pressure of that grip....

Re...l..eas..e


Releasssseee....and again...


Harderrrrrrr.....

And

I felt it.

...as I began to soften my grip so the creaminess began to spurt.

It shot up into my hair my face and I yelped!

It shot so fucking high and his grunts of satisfaction just did it that much more for me.

Sherbet....in that instant I could have straddled him and fucked the living daylights out of him....grin.

Why?

Because he then laughed so heartily, put his hands behind his head and said

" my cock most definitely loves you."

Hahahhahahahhaha!!!

RB.

He told me he began reading from page 7 and that he was so tempted to send me a pic of his cock.

I responded with happy laughing emoji's and told him he should come on by and show me his hard shaft.

Gentlemen....

I shall take that cock of yours...that dick of yours....your schlong....your piepie, ding dong....call it what you like and pleasure it in ways you might have not imagined it to be..

Come.


Let me.

RB.


Ps....u want to see a snippet or two...for free...of how some cockworship / play knows to be?

Ask! And it shall be yours.

"....Its so sexy how the Amazon position gives the woman total power and control, as the man is vulnerable and powerless. The man basically gives himself totally to the woman. The ultimate would be to have a second woman sucking his scrotum while the first woman rides that cock with slow, deep, strong strokes.... Oh that would be ecstasy...." quoted by my 7.30am appointment this morning and sent last night just bfr midnight


A morning session request....where cockworship leads to many a new adventure NEVER the same and most definitely not what one might expect.

Oh! Yes....I am leading, domineering to a point....but, my delightful lovers....NOT into pain or a mistress or a dominatrix.

I am a woman driven by sensual erotic seduction where my pleasure will be your pleasure and it ain't about tryna allocate my g-spot by digging and prodding my womanly wetness.

You would be surprised how me pleasuring a cock knows to tickle that g-spot in a woman like me and warm that softness, wetness of mine making it sensitive to play most sexsensual

Now off to go and get ready for a session most RB like...a regular that spurs me on in the most eroric of ways!


Speak just just now...after I feel wasted in the best of ways!!!

Ps. The pic he sent me re. Amazon position , I shall post on the whastapp group that many are part of....have a look and tell me you don't want it too!!!!


Ps....by the way ...don't contact me if sex is you first and foremost in a session.

If it is something different you looking for....then give me a shout.

Off to "worship " a cock I go!!

RB.

Today a cock that had a life of its own!

There I was enjoying myself but, a slow start this cock was

Or


So I thought...when all of a sudden....you couldn't even count to three it stiffened into a length unexpected and slapped me across the face!

I was actually doing my "cock and ball worship " thing , face close to the torso when it happened.

It jumped into life at such a speed , the stiffness swinging it upward and backwards that I gasped , startled and near jumped off the plinth!

The owner killed himself laughing and with every guffaw of a laugh, his ding dong swung back and forth like a mast in choppy waters.

And then I had to laugh too.


The strength of muscles...is what he told me.

Well....that cock did slap me no more for I tamed it into submission and an explosive release making it most pliable in my hands ...



RB.

A little story about how last nights session of a " cock play / worshipping" session went and how sometimes that which is planned is out of ones control
and things could not have turned out better!



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The humidity was heavy.

The heat sending trickles of sweat down the nape of my neck.

Not only was it weather hot but, his nakedness flared every hormone in my body and looking at him in the candlelight of many candles, just made matters even worse

Loadshedding.

Durban.

....no reprieve that an air-conditioning gives.


"I am feeling so slippery and wet",said I to him knowing my skin would feel clammy to his touch.

"I feel the same." Said he.....stepping into me.

We didn't touch.

We kissed.

That sort of kiss where lips rest on lips yet, burns and sears and lust is too small a word to describe that which captures all of one's senses.

" I read you have been a bad bad girl." He says, while teasing my mouth....nibbling my willing parted lips, holding my breath yet, at the same time inhaling everything about him.

"I have?".....parting my mouth that little bit more to allow his tongue to trace its way from one corner of my mouth to the other.

....and then he placed his hands firmly on my butt cheeks and coaxed me into his slippery nakedness.

That clean sweat, the smell of soap and the manly undertones of musky randiness....of needing to feel his hardness pressing into my frame, letting me know he wanted me.

The heat seemed not to matter.

The humidity became part of our need to drip all over each other and spur on that desire to possess with touch and mouth and taste....sound.


Durban was very different last night.

Durban was very wet, wet, wet.


Durban was cocky in its confidence "wetted " my appetite in oh!so many a slippery way.


" I like you naughty girl"... were his parting words.

Girl?


I laughed.

It had been ages since I was called a girl.

But damn me! Last nights cockworshopping "gymnastics" reminded me of many a very girlie thing I did keep hidden from my parents many, MANY a time!

RB.

When cockworship takes place over an evening.

When time allows for things to run a little different.

....and so , a night ago...flying to jhb just for that eve.

Oh my......

It was an evening where it was a given that pleasuring was going to be reciprocated with pleasuring but, I had to slow him down . I was loving his urgency.

The urgency to engage sensexually. The door hadn't even closed properly behind us and that urgency, hardness so visible through his chino's needing near instant gratification had him gluttonously grabbing me, pulling me into him....demanding.

Oh no.....no, no, no.....this pleasure had to be dragged out . This hunger had to be tortured into submission.

His cock had to be "worshipped ".


And thus a tale was written...an eve where he rode the crests of near explosions, the slippy slidy tease of a womanly wetness along a shaft rock hard, of a mouth delicately nibbling and then at times devouring...of hands controlling in the pleasure.

And reciprocated

Of manly hands searching, gentle in their ask of a wetness inciting.

To eat and taste and....taste and sip...of thighs spread...

Sweat sweet and dripping making every move that much more stickily sensuous ...the scent of musky lust.


There was worship



....lots of it .

RB.

He sat on the chair.

Restrained.

Blindfolded.

It took all his willpower to allow me to do this to him but, the trust was there and, I intended to keep it.

His cock still lay flaccid even though I have known it to be long , thick and very confident.

It was the nerves and uncertainty of what was to come.

Neither he or I, are into pain and thus that first breath, that first touch....is meant to send shivers of pleasurable anticipation but , that "bite " when due, is just just enough to extract moans and groans of pleasure and arching demanding of more.

Sometimes the non touch begins a session .

I stood him being him, leaned down and whispered what I wished to do....as my hand found its comfort caressing his inner thigh.

That cock....that cock began to extend...I told him what I was looking at

...the girth spreading.....the length.

I asked him If I should touch that tip of his cock....if I should tease it a little.

....would he like my tongue to circle that protruding head?
....maybe just my fingertips to brush it?....all the time watching the effect of my words.

I loved the way his breathing became erratic .

I loved how he dared to let his voice go....

I loved that when I got around to stand before him....there, there was that cocky hardness that I had known many a time over.

By the time I got down on my knees between those restrained legs of his I knew I had to slow it down....otherwise he would cream my face and tits too soon and THAT would be unacceptable!

Ps. His sort if release is like the fountains in Las Vegas and thus always careful to not have my face in the way of crazy spurting everywhere! (So yes....no cum on face offered)....but cream tits and let me watch it slip slip slipppppppp down my torso and wet these nipples of mine.

RB.