Ten.

He was so nervous.

I pulled him in so close. I felt his nervous trembles and hesitancy to hug me back.

"Oh! No ....that is not a hug!" I said.

And taking lead, he enveloped me in his arms and buried his face in my neck and exhaled the longest breathe I have heard in a long time.

"Welcome " said I...pulled my head back a little and placed my lips on his...softly. " I am glad u eventually came through. "


The nervous heat was searing...

" I nearly canceled. I was so nervous. "

"And cheat me of you???"

I could not help myself but show him why he had made the right decision.

I could not help myself but "love" him in the way he thought was only written in the words he had read on the forum.

"Don't forget your John Lennon glasses " I said as he looked at me with most lustful eyes and walked away...to return another day.

RB.

Eleven.

I sat at his feet.

He...he looked magnificent lounging back on the sofa.

Completely naked...an elderly gentleman, suave and so at ease with himself.

I could not help but fall in love with that image.

I could not help but hang on every word he said.

It was an update of his latest travels and views of the"world going mad".

And thus, when he reached out to move the hair that hung across my face and said..."how the hell do u see through that curtain of hair?"

....I had to hoist myself up on my knees and ask..."kiss me, please?"

Kissing cannot be taught. Kissing says everything about the person.

Kissing me softly...I could not help myself but, like the man I had gotten to know over a period of time, even more.



RB.

Twelve

Never one to hand over the reins in totality.

Yet. A trust built up over period of time had me standing still while the blindfold was put on me.

Still...a trepidation felt as to the wiseness of such a choice.

But...when he pressed himself against me from behind, his hands on my hips, his breathe in the side of my neck,his moan a deep yearn, his body length warm and certain.... nothing forced , I sank into him, a perfect snuggness as our bodies fitted into each other.

His hands moved forward, slipping between my thighs, my womanly softness teased by the potential of his hands on either side possibly cupping my "need" .

I could not help myself but moan and press myself into him, my ass against his shaft and reach backward with my hands, place them on his bums and push him harder into me.

It felt perfect and right.

How could I help myself and, the blindfold made it that much more erotic in feel.

RB.

Thirteen

He stood behind me.
My boobs cupped in his hands.
His hardness pressed up against my ass cheeks.
His lips on my neck...actually a very very light bite into my jugular vein.
I reached backward for his ass cheeks pressing him harder into me and sunk into his length.


I could not help myself...

"I want more." I whispered

"How much more..?" He asked moving his hands downward toward my hips.

"Lots. Lots....lottts more." And his hands caressed my skin....RB.

Fourteen


I don't know what it was.

It was not a norm between him and I.

I think he walked in feeling less reserved, wanting to experience that little fantasy he had made mention of.

He told me he would have that required shower ....me not reading anything into that statement .

As he walked through my door there was an electrifying sort of aura around him.

His look was lusty, his hug most welcoming...his hands firm on my ass.

Want happened next....as the door shut locked was a desperate need to undress....his need.

I understood why he had that shower.

I understood his clothes needed to be strewn all over the floor.

I understood that steel hardness in his pants.

I understood his panting.

I could not help myself....

The mess of clothes and other things was proof that I did fuck his mind, his his body in all the ways he had fantasized about and so wanted.

I could not help myself....I had my fill and smiled because it went both ways.

RB.

Fifteen

I am very selfish that way

Meaning.

I need to enjoy myself as much as I shall go out of my way to ensure u too shall enjoy yourself.

There he was. VERY stand offish. VERY closed.

A sort of grunt as a greeting and...
"Let's see what you all about " as he made his way to the bathroom.

Money.

It spoke in the name brand in his shoes and clothes and flashy watch and and...

I could not help myself but, show him EXACTLY what I was ALL about. Had he not challenged me in the best of ways?

He kissed me , caressed me as i instructed (yes, instructed, i wanted him to do it my way )...he moaned and sighed for me...allowed new adventures to be introduced, whimpered with pleasure as he dribbled his cum and then shot it the second time round.

I LOVED it...I wanted him back.

I just could not help myself as I said...
"I do hope u liked what I am all about."...as we made a provisional booking for Saturday.

RB.

Sixteen


I knew him well... as well as could be.

A regular...a very welcome regular. But I always felt a slight aloofness from him, even though him and I " connected".

I liked him very much. The sort of man I wouldn't mind making mine in another lifetime.

Something happened yesterday.

Yesterday he "let me in"...for the first time ever.
He spoke to me in a tone less careful.

His touch.

Damn.

His touch was tender yet firm.
Lingering.
His fingers "felt" rather than just "passed" of my body.
His whole frame enveloped me in its length as I hugged him into me.

"I love lingerie and this one suits u." He said caressing my body through the fine cloth. It was not like him to be that open.

It was in a moment when we both reveled in the nakedness of our bodies, where he lay below me and i was on my knees between his legs and I bent down, my hair falling forward onto his tummy, the idea being to get close to his flesh with my mouth that he said, while bunching my hair up and away from my face so he could see and enjoy what was to come

" u like a furry mammoth with this mop of hair of yours"

And in that instant, I could not help myself but laugh and shake with mirth.

I "found" him yesterday . He revealed himself and my hair was like curtain pulled back to reveal a gorgeous specimen of man, a true lover of sensual seduction and some serious naughty kinks.

I could not help myself but think how lucky I am to have eventually gotten to know that side of him.

He did say it took him a long time to let go...well, in my opinion it is never too late.

RB.

Seventeen

Sometimes the most unexpected knows to walk through one's door.

He was most unexpected.

A whatsapp. Queries made.

Time asked.

Appointment made.

And...there he was.

All in a span of 2hours.

All I know he was the perfect candidate for my cockworshipping sessions.

But this time I used my thighs, my bum cheeks and calves to pleasure his length.

Such a length that it was possible to slip and slide it, tickle and tease it, nibble and please it...in oh!so many different ways.

It just stood so mighty tall, and the pleasure I saw in his face, heard in his words spurred me on.

I could not help myself...I sat on his tummy...reverse cowgirl sort-of thing, his shaft slipping between my bum cheeks and I knew he liked.

I felt.
I heard.

And then his..."fuck I think i am going to cum.."

He did.

He shot so far that it hit the counter behind him leaving a dripping trail of "cum-ly" lusty relief.

I could not help myself...I rubbed it off the counter and smeared it all over my tits....and he grunted with pleasure

RB.

Eighteen

This one is for you....

The one that eventually walked through my door...

I looked at his face. His eyes were full of brightness, his smile broad and... happy!...an infectious smile, a sincere smile.

The nerves playing havoc, a story behind his visit, that desire to know the man behind the messaging, the man that no loadshedding or "watershedding" was going to stop me from seeing on that day.

I needed to inhale him. I needed to allow my hands to trace, play, coax...I needed to get lost in him...feel his desire burning deep in me.

I could not help myself, I felt like a lover new, a newbie wishing to please a delicious man I wanted so much more of.

I could not help myself but, ride that crest of delightful erotica and watch him from above and sinfully love what I was doing to him.

I could not help myself but hope ours would be another adventure where water was abundant and communication was not challenged by loadshedding that knew to make traffic a nightmare too .


Till then...

RB.

Nineteen


"I am corporate." He said.

I wondered what that was supposed to mean to me and could not help myself...

"I do not care if you are corporate or the president of a country. Your money is the same colour and value like any other man's money that walks through my door...one thing you are guaranteed is that you will be treated like a king and i will make sure to enchant you with all things most sexsensually erotic which is the only way I know to be."

"Just checking on my times. I shall call you back."

I did not expect that call back.

Well.

He did come and be mine.

I kissed him slowly....deeply...no spit sharing, no tongue lashing...rather...a lovemaking of lips on lips. It lingered...it burnt and touched the innermost passionate part of me.

I could not help but enchant him while the notes Marrakesh of style carried us away on a magic carpet ride..and...his corporate fell away and in return i was enchanted by a lover most passionate.


RB.