This shy scholar . A man defined by a brief case, a senior position at work, a,standing in the community.

And that is how he walked into her space...projecting every bit of his life .

The glasses came off...was it the unclear vision that gave a strange sort of courage to let go? The facade falling away?

Or...

Dared he eventually engage with his deep yearnings and desires and embrace that passion, the lust, the need to love and be loved.

A physical love shared between two people who understood the essence of surrender where no judgement existed.

His gentleness, his depth of understanding touch and how to arouse deep lust and wantonness in her an anomaly in his world.

A passive man that played the role of a good husband, father, provider...here losing himself between the thighs of a woman urging her to let go more and more...her thrusting hips to have his head buried deeper , tasting every part of her.

They played and teased and caressed each other into a frenzy, a breathless frenzy and that is when he knew he would take her.

Not gently.
Not slowly.

The ache of lovers entwined demanding an urgency to possess.

He possessed her.

She possessed him.

They took of each other...and took and took...

When he walked away he felt guilty.

Guilty that he had enjoyed a bedroom love affair he had shared so many times with the woman he had married and still loved.

Sadly time had changed her and the romance of their bedroom was no more.

If Only things were different.

RB.

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music...the food to an ambiance...listen and tell me what u hear doesn't do it for u...

and thus...


a jazzy sway,
a bluesy rock...
a mind SMOKED with notessss....

that guitar

the bass...a deep pluck.

no sense in holding back
no sense not admitting...

the love of 'raunch'...the love of grind...
up... to stand..

teetering...

on whorish high heels.

a telling dress.... voluptuous curves.
a peek of promises womanly...

hips full

a femininity prominent and sexy,
a waist tiny....thighs heavenly.

a head full of thick hair.
eyes hazy grey.

slightly pursed lips magnetic...a promise lick-able...kissable.

a slight sway...the curves hypnotic
enigmatic.



RB.


now who needs a stripper when a woman knows to move to the jazzy blues.

He was like a teddybear.
Cuddly.
Hairy and....gentle.
His kisses non intrusive....lingering, never fully to kiss her lips.

And she, not really wanting to "consummate " that kiss.
Their initial embrace felt right. He burly, she fitting perfectly against his hairiness, snuggling closer.
Her soft womanly nakedness finding a sexy comfort in his manly frame.

"You warm enough? " she asked him...and answered on his behalf, "I suppose your are considering how hairy you are."

" Yes. I am not the cold sort."

It felt exactly how a man's embrace should feel and the silence between them comfortable and sexy , both needing very little words spoken except for a complete surrender to each others need to be touched and caressed and held and ...turned on.

His love of his nipples teased and nibbled while his shaft caressed, her body laying across him in a fashion that afforded him the feel of her warm wetness pressed against his leg.

The feel of her breasts pressed against him.

He had to have her on her back, enjoy the sight of her nakedness, the feel of the softness of her inner thigh before traveling just that little further to slightly tease the soft lips of her womanness, feel the wetness trickling between that plump receptiveness.

Kissing her navel, nibbling on her public bone, enjoying her moans and coaxing words of sexual desires.....

Aaaaahhh...a teddybear of a man that knew how to play and play and, be played with culminating in mutually pleasuring each other without coital indulgence.

A gentle embrace, soft spoken words, a little bit of chit chat as walking to his car and, a sigh of content .


It was a perfect bedroom romance.

RB.

His was a conundrum.

Laying on the bed and for the first time allowing himself the pleasure of actually enjoying the foreplay and tease , the unrushed indulgence in her body and , hers in his...that eventual deep throbbing thrusting, shaking release as she milked his cock dry....he knew he had let out a moan.

Hearing his own voice it felt strange and sort of disconnected, usually the silent sort, a rub and tug and bit of body to body, cum and leave.

And then the remorse and question... why.

Yet.

He went back again and again, always in the hope he wouldn't feel empty, guilty having given in, once again to his sexual frustration.

"I feel like an imposter." He had told her.

" All these morals and standards and beliefs and judgements and yet, here I am."

"When you walk out the door, " she said. " how has this last hour changed your life?"

"It hasn't really. I feel the sexual drive gone yet, concerned i shall once again feel empty and unfulfilled. "

" laying here, how does it feel?"

"Strangely I am not sure what I feel. In fact am suprised at myself that I am still laying here and not rushing to leave."

" You do realise that I enjoyed every second of your surrender to our pleasure? You do realise that what we shared was unforced and a moment in time where your trust in letting go to your need to be a lover engaged in and to reciprocate, without the expectation that it should be judged or shamed or over-analysed is the first step of realizing what engaging in the pleasures of a woman in my space is about?"

She watched his face. It showed nothing.

Again she said...

"You do know whatever we engaged in I did willingly and most enjoyably. I am not the sort to participate in anything I don't like and thus the thought process being that you shall enjoy it even more. The sincerity of what we shared.

Makes sense?"

He smiled for the first time.

A stern man with a most beautiful smile that lit up a face as if a sort of dawning took place.

Standing up he said, " Maybe that is what it is. Sincerity "

Stepping toward her as she stood up, embracing her close and warmly, a lingering hug.

"Thank you."

And she knew he meant it.

She felt awesome and sighed as she began to tidy her place up.

The gait in his step was a light one and a small smile still remained on his face as she waved goodbye and he waved back.


His wave and eye contact meant the world to her.

She could not help but smile to herself as she rushed back to the warmth of her pleasuredrome.

RB.

it started off with an idea in a book...discovered in the back of the cupboard. A book so sensual in the images portrayed.... forgotten by the person who had bought it.

WOMEN and their PHOTOGRAPHERS.

Life had taken him on a route different...stuck in the mundane responsibilities of work and home. A daily same old same old. He had bought the book to remind himself of his sensual side...now and again, to stimulate it with pictures suggestive, sexy, naughty....yes naughty...coaxing the imagination to take it further than the two dimensional image that he was staring at.
He liked the fuzziness.
The uncertainty in the presentation....as if trying to pass a mistake in the taking of the photograph.
But.
He knew it wasn't so...for he remembered a time those photos knew to arouse a throb within him....a pang to find the missus and shag her silly. She was aware of his small fetish and she loved it.

Something happened over time though.
The book was forgotten.
The shags became infrequent and eventually non-existent and he started resorting to soft porn on the net.....just to satiate that sexual need he had.

A spring clean brought the book out. He felt elated. An old friend found. And as he began to flit through the pages , that familiar throb, from long ago, began to settle in his manhood.
This time round he picked up the phone and called her up...a woman whose sensuality he just adored. A woman who gave of herself unconditionally and made him give of himself beyond normal.

He just loved the camera and what he could capture....even more so....than dabbling in the physical touching of flesh .

RB.

Neither conventional nor traditional.

...how enchanting when a woman a man knows to please

but not in the traditional or conventional way his hunger pangs cease

rather a stoking and provoking of thoughts dormant and deep

to awaken with images different from a hibernating sleep.

a whisper so soft the need to lean into her to make sure to hear

understanding the gist of what she said, scared to not be right the fear

this was something different he wished to experience

her ribbons her bows her blindfolds her fans, a welcome deviance.

to say she slipped and slid and caressed and kissed

before her he stood naked, not a single part of his form missed

he watched transfixed at the image duplicated

the length of the mirror, the scene revealed, imitated .

very deliberate be she in what she did

catching his gaze, in her eyes her intention not hid...

'I am going to have u, i am going to eat u, i am going to devour the whole of u

in my approach of what shall be happening here be the clue

for my pleasure lies in what i make u feel

layer after layer of whatever may be holding u back, away to peel."

it was exactly as she said it would be

in her teasing his pleasing she did set him free

and thus his imagination of how to surrender and let truly go

he needed to return once again to watch the image, in the mirror the show.

RB.

RELATIONSHIP OR PARTNERSHIP..?



What a mess.

Workers in and out of their home. Pure invasion of space and privacy but, a welcome change.
He and wife had decided renovations could not be sidelined any longer. With the arrival of a new addition in the family, a grandchild , family and friends visiting more frequently from across the seas,their home that had seen them through growth and change and ups and downs, needed a face lift.

Trepidation was replaced with excitement and a new found energy and happiness, yes happiness, that had been missing for a while began to weave its magic between them
The planning, the buzz, the frenzy, had bought him and her closer. They found themselves conversing more frequently. On matters relating to the house, on daily happenings, chit chat...that led to a smile and now and again even a burst of laughter.

They started standing closer to each other, their fingers touching ever so slightly. And when her hand rested on his shoulder, it felt so right. It felt just how it should be.

Then came that day and he leaned in to kiss her...it was spontaneous, it felt natural.

He shocked her.

Her reaction shocked him.

"Don't. " is all she said and wiped her lips...her gaze glazing over with the same detached coldness he had experienced for so many years.

A fear found its way into his blood. It rushed through to his heart and he realised nothing had changed....it was not a relationship they had...it was simply a partnership of the best sort.


RB.

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"...why so shy?" She asked, looking at him quizzically.
"Not at all.." a slight pause, "...more conservative, i would say."
"In that case, let us work on it..." she said, dropping her gaze.

It was as if in the hiding of her eyes the room filled with a sensuality...electrical...raw...her moves became very deliberate...slow...her hands reaching out toward him...fingers extended, hungrily, looking to eat his flesh...and when they did make contact...ever so slight...ever so light...he winced, as if in extreme pain...his scrotum contracted and his shaft hardened harder than it was already...a mast calling for her attention.

He felt as if his whole frame was a solid plank of contorted muscles...his mind whizzing with the uncertainty as to what was expected of him.

"Breath my sweet..." she whispered, " breath...let go...allow my energy to flow through my touch and ignite your sensual core...i can feel it...hiding..."...her voice trailed off.

It sounded so absurd yet, he understood what she wanted and allowed his mind to drop...drop into an erotic comfort where he was the main subject of an experiment he had willingly given in to.
He wanted her to coax him out of his shell...his wholeness yearned...begged to be released...to be liberated from the high walls society had placed around him.

He wanted her to show him true surrender...to lay splayed...yes splayed for her to do as she pleased...to eat him any way she pleased, gorge herself with every part of his manliness....allow her imagination to take him beyond the realm of the expected...accepted...

At one point he became so aware of himself...it was all her doing, creating the confident comfort to be led by her suggestions...

"Look at yourself...look how beautiful u are..." seeing the passionate appreciation of his surrender in her eyes.

...and yes, he felt beautifully erotic...so alive...

On his way home his thoughts were lost...engaged in nothingness...a sexy serenity had settled in his mind. The world had not changed but, it felt as if a new dimension had come into being and he was at the start of a new found contentment that would know to bring colour, back into his life.
His tie was hanging loose, his jacket lay on the seat next to him...his car purred , a satisfied grunt of power as he put his foot on the accelerator...in tune with a man content, a man devoured...a man freed of the shackles of a mind conservative yet, still within the realm of the natural pleasures of erotic kinkiness.

RB.

That once in a lifetime love-affair

...dawn, the flight an early one, he wondered if he would have time to drop in and see her, even for a split second...that was all he needed.
A most unexpected turn of events that had him remembering his younger days when there was no doubt what he wanted . He chased desires, wants, needs, expectations with the playful strength and certainty of a cub lion. Wherever he went, whatever he did, his faith was unshakable...he knew he was going places.

He was a late bloomer when it came to sexual encounters, admiring the fairer sex from a distance,preferring to chase those dreams of simply doing and being what his spirit desired.
The reaches of Africa, its beautiful stretch of savanna...the Serengeti.
That freedom, unrestricted pleasure he felt, zest for life, inhaling, drenching himself in the pureness of very little tarnished by the touch of western so called civilisation, where the pristine was considered as a waste of space and natural resources.
That invigorating feeling of life flowing through his veins...that same feeling that coursed through his body the night before.
A raw wildness , a sincere uncontrolled yet, very natural eating of each others hunger.

And it all started with the two of them laying on their backs, on the carpet. A perchance encounter of two people who found an understanding of life in nature and all it had to offer. Two people who developed a relationship of some sort, over a period of time....life separating them...and bringing them together again...perchance.
Even then, those many years past, he had known she had more to offer but, selfishly he chased everything else, except the truth.

The truth of reality.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, his mind lost in that moment when his hand had slipped under her lose t-shirt, that first touch of her soft flesh, that first sigh that escaped those soft generous lips of hers that he had never forgotten...her kisses that had eaten at his memory for years and years.
She had turned her back to him and he began a slow reveal, an undress of her shape... time had moulded her into curves and mounds of delicious sexiness, feminine. He had kissed the dip of her waist, he had cupped the softness of her bosom, he had traced the length of her form with his breath, he had tasted the sweetness of nectar he had thought never would be his pleasure again.They had dipped and arched and whispered and demanded and rolled and burned on every inch of that carpet.
She had kissed him sweetly, ominously, ever so gently and carefully...when he left. It felt as if that was to be their last encounter.

As he stood up, he realised he wouldn't go and see her one more time.When the chance had presented itself, he had not taken it...he had let it pass him by...he had let her go.

It was time to catch that flight home. It was time to let sleeping dogs lie and once more, try forget her.

RB.

"Come. Stand up." She said, reaching out to him lounging on the bed.

This was an unusual occurrence.
A long time in the making without any serious thought that it actually may take place.

He stood up...the perfect song to embrace in a slow dance.


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And as they embraced the comfort, the deep stir of passion, the need to melt into an unrushed kiss...it felt as if time stood still.

Her arms around his neck, his hands on her hips....they knew each other.

Destiny.

How long does one need to know another to feel that urge to reconnect not only bodily but, a level more personal...he thought to himself....the need to know a little more what it meant to be in the company of another that made one remember the excitement of flirting, courting and romancing and chatting and laughing......feeling alive again.

He had taken the plunge...disassociated himself from his life and responsibilities and made his way a few hundred km's toward an adventure he dared to embrace.

He cared about her needs. She cared about his.

He spoilt her with his undivided attention and she spoilt him in embracing all that he offered so generously....himself.

He touched her wanting to savour the feel of her, kissed her to remember the taste of her lips, looked at her to capture the image of a woman comfortable to entwine her nakedness with his.
He breathed her in so not to forget the heady opiac scent of her womanness.

48 hours she had been his and he had been hers.

A few hundred kilometers into his drive back to the reality of his life, only then it dawned on him.

He pulled to the side of the road and sent her a message....

"What now?"


Adventures most unexpected.



RB.