Twenty

"I am so horny. I have been playing with myself all the way till here. Can I please cum right now?"

He hadn't even walked properly through my door.

It looked like he had a solid bar in his pants and I couldn't help myself but, wonder if it wasn't painful?

"Pop it out!" I said...standing in front of him, hands on hips, not even a hug shared between us...he wasn't interested.

"Now?"

"Well....unless u able to control yourself a bit, step in the shower, have that required shower, then stand there for me to wank that cock off?"

He rushed off into bathroom , nearly knocked me over, threw his clothes off, stood in shower...cold water, I am sure...put his hands on his hips, pointed his cock toward me with slight bent knees and said...

"Fucking wank me off ....H.A.R.D!!!"

I could not help myself but, remove my lacey lingerie, making him moan...I didn't feel for the shots of cum on my lingerie...stepped into the shower wearing my stocking and g-string and began a "wank" of his Cock that had him leaning back against the wall and moaning so bloody loud that I had to "shhhhhh!!" him lest security came to check if all was OK.

And as I stepped out of my stockings and g-string and the water became warmer we both could not help ourselves but, laugh most heartily and naughtily and continue with a session in a mood most different....sexily happy blessed with another creaming of my hands.


I could not help myself but think what a different session that had been.



RB.

Twenty one


He had this heavy air about him. It felt like a bleak emptiness.
His eyes vacant...withdrawn in their gaze. Seeing yet, unseeing.

And when he allowed me to hug him the sigh that left his body had me hugging him closer than close....not in tightness only but, with my innermost being.

We stood like that for a time, i lost in him...and then I had to. It felt right.

I could not help myself but cupped his face with my hands and kiss him softly.

Gently.

...and then he cupped my face in his hands

And


Kissed me back.


I surrendered...not to a madness of crazy kissing but, a seduction so full of passion...a man hungry to be woken.

A man who I did not ask what was it that had him so quiet.

A man who surrendered himself completely and "loved" my every touch and "matched" it without rush.

He was mine for 4 hours...I was his, even after he left....my thoughts lingered and lingered last night and i kept him in my thoughts even as sleep took me over.

Siiiggghhhh...i could not help myself but hope he knows how special he is.

RB.

Twenty two


It seemed his "luck" was in.

He told me so. Told me the words made him feel things. Told me that he couldn't help himself.

He took himself in hand and allowed his longness to grow, his balls to tighten and his breath to become shallow.

He told me he continued reading and it just happened...

Oops! ....he could not help himself!

I loved the idea and asked him to show me.

Oops!...I could not help myself but, think what and awesome hardness he possessed!

Now I look fwd to my "luck" coming into fruition..a visit from him!

RB.

Twenty three

This one is for the strapon, prostate play kink lovers.




His was an adventure where the kink played a greater role....the stronger pull to try out a nagging curiosity.
His shyness and uncertainty as to what it may mean to enjoy prostate play and ass play, his bum cheeks massaged and fondled, is what made him hesitant.

Did it make him.any less a male, masculine?

Yet, he started to experiment in his own ways and now needed someone to take it that little bit further.

She told him, it in no way put his masculinity in question but, rather spoke to his erotic and sensual and sexy side.

He liked those pictures of her strapped in but, wasn't sure if he wanted to take it that far...pegging...yet.

His nerves on edge, his shaft hard, his uncertainty making him very alert.

She stood tall, heels and stockings, a skimpy little panty...tits, hips and ass.

She removed those skimpies and then made him watch as she strapped herself into "her" cock.

Seduction in her smile, a husky welcome in her whisper, eyes deep pools of erotic suggestion.

Every move, every feathering of his flesh, every flick of her tongue, warmth of her breath, nibble...gentle bite...every ask from her, lead from her,introducing that sheathed strapon of hers to his hard cock shaft, her hands massaging , fingers widening...searching, teasing...his throb deep deep ...somewhere be that throb, he felt he couldn't explain ...wanted to explode so many times...and she held him back, denied him that release.

So many positions she had him in, so many times she could have had him, so many times she just tortured him with cock worship but, no penetration with her strapon.

It lasted. It tortured into submissive moans and groans...arch of back, spread of legs...ass at her mercy.

His adventure was unfinished. His adventure had so many more ways to be played out.....


Him and I.

I could not help myself but, welcome him back everytime....all the time.

RB.

Twenty four

His eyes were tight shut...the corners cringed and his brow furrowed.

I smiled as I looked at his expression, my eyes were drawn to his puckered lips.

Like a boy receiving his first kiss. It was not because he expected a kiss but, rather, the intensity of his concentration of what I was going to do to him...the expectation, the ask.

"Breathe" I said. "Breathe Before you fall onto me and squish me like a pancake..."
It made him laugh, Exhale, his shoulders dropped, his face relaxed and with that I stepped into him, placed my nakedness against his, wrapped my arms around his neck , asked for his hands on my butt cheeks and slowly gently placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth trailing toward his ear and whispered

"I shall have you just now but, for now, hold me close and let me make love to you this way."

I could not help myself but, to close my eyes and revel in the way he held me and inhaled my scent of lustiness.

Slowly began the sway, the grind and kisses hungrier, gently demanding.


Oooooo....I could not help myself but, show him why there was no reason to shut his eyes so tight and why nerves are good but need to be put aside for a stolen hour of personal pleasures that require total surrender.

When "making love " is pure sensuality through touch.

RB.

Twenty five




There was not a chance that half an hour was going to work.

How could it ?

Even a quickie of any sort demands a mind fully engaged and surrendered to the erotic pleasures of cockplay or, one could call, cockworship.

A deft hand knows to wank a cock dry but, why the rush if the pleasures of edging know to yield a different sort of satisfaction that gnaws deep in the tummy, a throbbing of a "veiny" hard cock shaft..full mast...balls so puckered and tight, the ball sac yearning for that suck, that tongue caress...

And each time he raised his hips off the plinth all in the hope of sticking that wonderful cockhead of his in my mouth


...I could not help myself but push him down, release that shaft of his from my grip, nod my head in the negative and tell him it was not time yet....for my boobies still needed a good "fucking" and my hands were itching to continue the tease as were his balls still untouched or...tasted.


I could not help myself but deny him that explosion until he could no more and creamed and creamed and creeemmmmmed my tits my hands my stomach and nearly my face as that first "shot" happened.

Half an hour is never a good option nor offered, when it comes to experiences shared with me.


RB.

Twenty six




He was no different from any other man and the sex ranging from a quickie to a fuck , to so called lovemaking, he enjoyed fully.

But, when he called me he said he wanted an experience.
Such a general statement had me thinking what was it he was looking for.

Anyways.

If one could have had all sorts of things sexy, sensual, teasing, controlling, naughtily kinky and lustily selfish , erotically engaging then one would imagine one would need a day at least.. in the right company, company willing to let go to no expectations .

To hurry a kiss is a sin but when the lust burns deep and the desire throbs hard then an eating of each other's mouth ain't a sin....

That is the journey

And being prone to absorbing energies and allowing myself to fall into the moment without holding back I could not help myself but agree to half a day of leisurely bodily discoveries where words were scarce and whispers were daring and suggestive.

I could not help myself but thank my lucky stars at having agreed on half a day most luxuriously spoilt in the company of one who asked for an "experience".

Not even a goodbye was said, it would have been too intrusive but, a lingering of lips on lips was shared as the door closed on his departure.

RB.

Twenty seven


"I think we need to do more of this next time." He said as he lay on the plinth after a solid sport therapy session.

We had played hard...engaged each other in touch and tease and taste and nibble.

It was a serious workout of the most sensual sort.

It was draining in the best of ways.

And after catching my breath, and him spent to lay on his tummy began the more solid treatment that had his physical form further let go and be manipulated into he right places. A true maintenance of skeleton and muscle.

To end it off I could not help myself but begin a gentle feathering of his back, buttocks...legs.

And because we had a few more minutes to spare, I could not help myself but climb onto the plinth and begin a caressing of his nakedness with the length of my nakedness and of course soft warm kisses to seal the deal.

What it did do is lead to a most welcome hardening on his part and my hands cupping those balls from behind and milking that longness of his once more.

How could I have ever helped myself?!?

RB.

Twenty eight


He was of such a height that if I sat on the plinth and he stood between my legs, his shaft would still press itself most firmly against my naked tummy.
He was tallllll....!
...and so i wrapped my legs round his buttocks and firmly gripped him closer demanding he stroke himself as I leaned back on my hands and took in every stroke, every pause of his hand as he pleasured his cock.

Of course, a tingle began to well up between my thighs and my soft womanness warmed up to his every cock stroke and I could not help myself but, wonder...how magical his touch would most probably be if he shifted his attention to me.

Did I engage in the caress of his hands?

Well....that is another tell for another time.

RB.

Twenty nine

"Like a hummingbird returning to its favorite flower.." (quoted)

I could not help myself but recall that quote as i lay back, arched to ensure to receive and, allow my hummingbird to sip off my womanly sweet nectar that had run down the inside of my thigh....


Sigghhhhh.

I could not help myself but, allow my imagination to run away with itself hopefully thinking it into reality as he walked through my door.

They say the hummingbird stands for beauty and good luck...I looked at him and knew he was all things beautiful and knew to bring good fortune and luck whenever he graced me with his presence .

And as to sipping off the sweetest of nectar....?

RB.