My dearest Wcliff



It has been tooooooo long.

When am I going to have the pleasure of you for the umpteenth time....it never is enough!

RB.

He arrived horny as f#ck.

Ready to pounce in all ways imagined.

Wanting waist, ass, tits....mouth.

Pussy.

The most suggestive inviting sex desires tripping over each other ...his verbosity inviting her in and, awakening a desire to just eat him up without any introductions or sensual finesse.

He trembled and grunted as she forcefully slowed him down with measured strokes and grasps and...in return...her suggestive ways of sex play.

He thrust his cock at every opportunity to rub up against her flesh.
Being her ass cheeks.
Thighs
Stomach...loving the slide between her tits.

Like a jack in the box thrusting, squirming. Rising...DEMANDING more and more of her play but, warning her he didn't want to cum....not yet

She 'fucked' his cock with hand play, mouth play, body play...edging


...edging....everytime that much closer .


And then near throwing her off him...to jump up ...a mast of a solid dick pointing at her he demanded...

" I want your pussy!"


She laughed most heartily, climbed off the plinth stepped into him, grabbed his hardness between her two hands, placed her mouth real close to his, and whispered....

" how would you like me to fuck you...." and then to drop her mouth on his and kiss him

. Slow , seductive, teasing, eating his mouth....all the time milking his shaft until she felt him cream in her hands , dripping everywhere , his body slumping into hers with every spurt of cum, his kiss become gasps ...and she

......she grunted in satisfaction.

RB.

This one is not mine

BUT all is what i have written in various pieces posted and has been put together.

This is EXACTLY what i hope my words do to YOU!

I LOVED THIS and thank YOU to many similar messages from all of YOU!!

I simply have to share....goosebumps over and over I get...


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Good to see you are in Durban again. It's been a while.

Whenever I read your advert when you come to Durban it sounds like you are talking about me.....TALKING TO ME:
Forcing me to contact you......
Longing for the touch......
wanting you to DO TO ME AND LET ME EXPERIENCE all what you say in your advert ( edited and adjusted a bit in what follows)

Sensually sensuous.
Seductive and erotic.
Intimate and personal.
Sincere and inviting.
TO FEEL THE COMPLETE SURRENDER....
THE SPLAY OF THE LEGS.... (spreadeagled restrained on a bed )
THE COCK AT THE MERCY OF ANY PLAY.... ( oh yes ANY PLAY......)
The balls hard Aaaaahhhhh.....
Sensual erotic sex.
Yes. Oh! Yes....INDULGENT PROSTATE AND SCROTUM PLAY......
private and discreet,
serene
A REALISATION OF MY/YOUR OWN PERSONAL SENSUALITY will be discovered (AND EXPERIENCED.........AND ENJOYED......
You say: that is when your nipples become harder than hard, your womanness tingles, your mouth salivates AND I COULD EAT IT ALL.... (promise?}

BUT,
how many men dare to surrender completely?
Just let go?
(I KNOW ONE......) (TO BE AT YOUR MERCY.....)
Hi It Is I !!
IT REALLY IS IN THE SURRENDER........(and I WILL......ALL THE WAY)

Ok, in short. I need to visit you......
Until when are you planning to be in Durban?

##v##


............

DAMN!

LOVE IT!!!

RB.

"....and what be your pleasure?" He asked.

At that stage the body heat, the throbbing passion, spit dribbled on the shaft, balls cupped in hand, torso massaged upward extracting deep grunting moans from him had reached a point where the look in his eyes blatantly said

"...I need you to do more to me..."

A position such that I was in full control of whatever was to happen next.
A position most men find intimidating yet, when realized what pleasures can be achieved are then very willing to surrender to.

The dominance, no not dominatrix play...but rather a female lover assertive and leading and suggestive and dominant making "plinth" gymnastics a must before any "traditional" engagement of female surrender to a lusty man.....

And


...even then to allow the coax and suggest and guide.


".....aaaaah. My pleasure? YOU be my pleasure. My aphrodisiac is your surrender, your welcome of how i love to spoil myself with you.

To feel your nakedness, sense your randiness, that need to expose your cock and balls for my pleasure as well as yours, your enjoyment of me enjoying you."


....that is when he truly let go, he understood.

It was a lovers fait accompli.

Another gent who got to understand some of my way of play.

RB

It wasn't as if he had not experienced some of the best cock play, cockworship...call it what you want.
A worldly man who enjoyed pleasures, selectively...sometimes "binging" on his lustful needs and then, "fasting " months on end, his cock neither needy or wanting.

And she knew that.

But.

There was something about him and as much as the nerves felt slightly frazzled so the challenge to get him to surrender to being teased, not released nor allowed to be satiated with that ultimate desire to throb and throb....watching his cock cream and cream....he had said he liked to watch himself cum....especially that first spurt that was like a fountain in full force and then the creaming...."that is, " he continued " if the lady knows to play ever so nicely."

Mmmmmmm.....she had thought to herself, quite confident in her skills but, never too confident.

And so as he lay before her, so began her seduction of his mind and imagination before anything else.

That toe of his tracing the soft of womenness as she kneeled on the bed , a slow purposeful movement , a sort of massage of her warm wetness.

She watched him carefully ans liked the effect her wetness had on him. Placing herself between his spread legs, began to trace the soft part of his inner leg with her tongue, the length of his shaft...take his shaft in a bite soft, first left, then right....not once to touch his cockhead...then down the middle to his balls..
A gentle munching....slurping
To suck them balls into her mouth....at the same time pleasuring that shaft with her hand

and

Whenever it felt he may explode...so she stopped.

She sent him away,with blue balls.

She told him she would.

He agreed.

She told him to call her when he needed to take his cock in hand and show her via video how he did it

Or

Come on by the next day and let her finish what she started.

He called her....he creamed for her....it was loud , it was urgent, it was hard and rich in release

And....

He came the next day and cock play, cockworship, call it what you want, took on another meaning....


RB.

It took trust.
Trust in a total stranger.

He had asked her.

To be blindfolded.
His hands tied behind his back.
Standing....and then to have his cock played with.
"Not hurt....played with." He stressed.

He didn't want to sit down. She was not allowed to let him sit down even when his legs were trembling and he found it difficult to stand still.

The tip of his cock, his cockhead, the part that would have been "under the hood"....over sensitive, making him jerk as that slide of hand from cupping of balls to gripping of base of broad shaft, all the way up....that pressure like a ring around the head, just before sliding the hold over the head as if popping out of her mouth or even a pussy slide....

Well...that was the image she painted in his mind as she teased him with words lusty and possibilities fantasized .

....the throb became more evident , pulsating in her grip, he kept begging her to not stop...and so she proceeded to use both hands milking and and milking and milking....stopping short of his cockhead.

But...those balls had been taken for granted and thus to stop .

An anguished "Noooooo....!" escaped him.
Only to be followed by grunts of satisfaction as his balls became the focus of play.

Trembling.
Shaking.

Near stumbling....it was time to seriously have him yelping for release.

It took quite a while before she allowed it....but first to take off his blindfold and allow him to watch the gorgeousness of his cock as it splurged forth on her tits.


Siiiigghhhh.....

RB.

Sitting and looking down at her, she on her knees , shaft between her tits. Being asked and told at the same time...and then her look up at him shocking him into a hard throb, that lust in her eyes.

The dribble of spit on his cock head as she fondled it , circled it with her fingers.

Once again, to look up at him licking those lips of her mouth.

He just loved her mouth. She had teased him with a video sucking her fingers and he could not stop fantasizing have his cock sucked in the same manner.

But even more so when she said...

"Spread those legs more for me. I need to get to those balls"....and he had and her mouth went straight to them....he didn't care to wait in anticipation of having his cock "fucked" by her mouth.

She nibbled, sucked...teased....and he lay back no longer able to sit ....the pleasure of blissful surrender taking him over.


RB.

It wasn't as if I didn't know him.

But.

He was a special sort.

There were those days an hour booked would be an hour booked.

And then....there were those days...I think something like "post nut clarity" happened and he would dash out before his time.

After which a message would follow apologizing for the abruptness.

With time, I got to know him better, with time 90mins became a norm and i realised it was me who had to make a few adaptions.

Taking it slower, using a blindfold, embracing him gently....allowing his cock to harden in its own time, without my touch but, my naked closeness a must.

To allow his hands to caress me and sometimes that ask...

"Will you play with my balls please..." The start to cock play, cock worship....cock indulgence.

Such was his, that touch , at the right time, words lover like, abstinence from things too sexual was the perfect way to keep him happy and allow me the pleasure of him.

My special one that keeps me in check, his way.

RB.

I don't do quickies, rub and tugs nor 30mins.

Simply because foreplay is a thing I have to indulge in.

And not in the so called "traditional " way.

Those that have been to me, know what I am talking about.

Selfishly....and in that process of selfishness to build you up, my gent, to a throbbing pulsating need to explode.


Well.....true story.

A few hours ago.

When a look has him pushing you away because he says...

"Stop! I want to cum!"

When a traveling mouth in the inside of his thigh toward his ball sac, while telling him how fucking inviting that cock of his is, has him push you away because he says .

"Stop! I want to cum!"


When a mouthful of balls ...sucking them has him desperate pulling away ...


"STOP! I AM FUCKING GOING TO CUM!!!!"


....and when you step away laughing with naughty glee loving the torture of not allowing that gorgeous hardness of a very randy gentleman to happen just yet.....


And then to kneel between his legs....tease him with uiur nakedness while playing with your pip hard nipples and telling him EXACTLY what you wish to do to his hard awesomeness...


SPLUTTER....FUKKKKKCCCCC.....IT WENT EVERYWHERE!!!!


.....I didn't even have a chance to continue.

Now....talk about unbelievable

Mister ( ) you blessed my sofa which is over a metre away from the plinth, the picture on the wall and of course, the floor inbetween!!!


Woweeeee!!! ....is all I can truly say.

Yep. My cock worshipping sessions do leave me


BREATHLESS .



RB.




This one goes onto my cockworshipping thread too!


Grrrrrrrrr.....

He had been past a long time ago.

I couldn't really remember him but, the minute his hands went to my hair, that feel of his fingers massaging my skull, the run of his hands down my back...a pressure soft making me arch into his nakedness...I knew him.

"I just want to hug you." He said and I could not help but lower myself upon him, finding that perfect position where every part of him and me seemed to click into place.

And then began the caress of head to head, my cheek to his, lips brushing up against each other without kissing, an urgency building in our nakedness, a heat that made our bodies sweat .

Subtle was the movement between us, nestling deeper into each other, his hardness prominent....pressing against my flesh.

His breathe ragged, me hardly breathing losing myself in his energy.

He told me tales of an inquisitive young man that experimented with his sensuality. It fired my imagination.

I got lost in his world and instinctively my body followed ,responding to his words.

I felt him. No. Not just the physical. He drew me in. I felt his inner being.

He stole my imagination and painted it with his...I let him "love" me and ...I " loved" him back.

Touch.

A telltale of a spirit in tune with self and the energies that vibrate all around us.

Today I vibrated at a high HIGH....as did he.

RB.