I placed both my hands around his hardness.
A sort of grip...feeling the throb...the tip glistening and a droplet of precum beginning to form at that little hole....the cockhead opening .

I looked at him and the lust I saw in his face could rival any pornstar actors practiced look but, his was neither practiced nor a pornstars...rather a horny gent whose cock needed full on selfish attention.

His grunts, his moans a fucking turn on.

" Is this how you would hold your cockiness in hand?" I asked him, moving my hands ever so slightly on that shaft, a change of pressure.

" is this how you would tease this glorious cockhead of yours?...." continuing to hold the shaft while sliding the other hand up toward the mushroom-like protrusion, stopping just below the thickness of the head and circling it.

...and then I had to dribble some spit...

"Look..." I told him.

And as it landed on his cock he grunted and thrust upward...

"What's wrong sweetness...?......"

"Grab my balls pleasssse....bite me....BITE ME!!!...just don't hurt me."


And me not being one into pain...but loving that slight verge of near pain, my head lowered itself to gently sink my teeth into the side of his shaft....


Of course...if one side got the RB lusty "bite", the other side of the shaft would most definitely not be left out.

But....


How did I get to it....slowly, lips lubricious...

And 60mins was extended to 90...

Grrrrrr!!!!

RB.

It cannot be rushed.

It cannot be scripted.

It happens when the mind let's go.
When all thought be about nothing else but the desire to be pleasured.

I took his mouth with mine...ever so softly, gently.

I licked his lips from corner to corner.

All the time pressing his hardness into my naked form...a slow grind against him, his hands on my hefty ass cheeks, pulling me in.


"Aaaah....slow down lover. Not so fast. I don't like being rushed."....his panting and groans telling of his need to take control.

"I can't. You killing me."

I loved that....killing him....mmmm.


And down I slid to my knees, all the while telling him exactly what was to come, my hands teasing him, caressing parts of his body he had forgotten about.

A tongue travel most unexpected....a shaft solid, throbbing and balls climbing high, heavy and sensitive.

And when on knees I then looked up at him and asked...

"...are you ready for a massage..." smiling

"First finish what you started." Him looking down at me taking his cock in hand , pressing it hard...

"What was it you said you gonna do...?"

...and I did.

RB.

How often a man will walk into my little space and have this idea of how he would wish to have his cock engaged in.

How often the watching of porn mars the real and the expectation is not met.

There are no cameras, no practise runs. No take 5 or 6 or 7 until that moan is right, the cock hard , the woman at an angle that every cock play is captured from above, below, sideways and any other way.

The missing of the actual pleasure of what actually can be....much better than porn.

Not that it can't be "pornish " though

The realness, even when the cock is flacid, the buildup, the total selfish surrender to being pleasured and knowing one is pleasuring another not for cameras sake but for self and the other, thatvone has chosen to enjoy such deep personal intimacies with.

Is it less of a fantasy?

Why would be?

And thus this morning , once again a realisation reached as to what surrender means and the letting go of ones inhibitions and uncertainties.

Labels are just words....a sincere experience is what counts.

Is that not what all of us want in this sexy delight of a fantastical adult world.

RB.

It wasn't as if it was his first time standing before me in his naked glory.
That cock of his hard.
The first time there was uncertainty, thereafter the desire to experiment and adventure more.

Funny how nerves know to dissipate and comfort found when a hug sincere , warm, no need for too many words but, energies positive allow the shy to disappear, the need and want to reveal itself.

His towel tightly tucked in around his waist but, his cock a bulge , eye-catching, announcing itself .

There was no rush...ours was 90mins. Ours was going to be a further discovery of his sensuality.
This time it was his nipples...a little more attention than usual.

His armpits , shaved, clean deserving of my attention. I have this kink...I cannot help myself...lick them. It makes me go crazy.

That belly. The correct pressure, that rub making his shaft dance.

And singing to my choice of music, which is always representative of ambiance and sensual erotic purpose for that moment between "my" man and I, to rub and tease and show my ass off my tits off my legs off...while removing his towel and watch that cock stiff as a rod, bob out from under the towel.


Oooo....always fascinated, turned on, delighted at such display of sex-sensuality.

Of course, once again to remind him, no anal, no rimming given or received as I turned my back on him, instructed him to put his hands on my hips and teased that hardness with my firm ass cheeks...slippy slidy...as I always say...the huge benefit of bum cheeks firm and tight...feels like a true "ass-fuck".

And how we continued...well...we continued and I look forward to his returns.

As I do of YOUR first visit and return.

Loving my sex-sensual space.

RB.

You really do have a way with words, you paint a picture clear as daylight, I admire these writings as they come from a imagination that no one has access to....

This is brilliant stuff...

Aaaah...

It be in the visits shared.

Secrets untold.

Pleasures wanton the body cannot disguise.

The curiosity through sight, the read...listening.

Scent.

A sort of sixth sense...energy.

It be all thanks to all around me, a wonderland of muchness.

My world.


Thank you DiscoV8.

I do hope u shall become part of my world too...in person.

Until then.

RB

The days being cold of late.

A shiver when stepping into the warmth , leaving the cold on the other side of the door.

His smile full, eyes wide and seeing.
His statement ..."I am freezing and damn horny . Can you help me?" Placing a soft kiss on my lips.

A hot shower made his skin warm to my touch, his hands warm on my ass...."undress me..." said I.

I wanted him to take off every part of my lingerie , enjoy the reveal of each part of my nakedness in an unrush of caress and taste.

And when all was off....the grind of my nakedness against his


slow

purposeful


Lingering.

His passion matching mine....his need to kiss slow and deep matching every move of bodies entwined.

Slips and slides , moans and groans, hands caressing, nibbles and bites gentle...and at no point be there a coital indulgence.

Every thrust so close yet, so far.

Every slip on a shaft hard never to tease a cockhead ready to cream.

The edging...


A maddening desire to finish and thrust deep and hard and long...

But.....it was rather a pleasure of mind and body where the abstaining of a fuck made it crazy pleasing and a need for a follow up.

They say shares of pleasure never know to be the same and can only get better.

True story.

X.

RB.

"Massage isn't my thing."He had said."But here I am. I can't seem to find what I am looking for. So let's try"

It was daunting accepting his request for an appointment, knowing what I offer was not his first choice.

Knowing that I could fail miserably and have him walk away regretting his choice to try.

It wasn't as if I went out of my way to do anything extra special or out of the ordinary.

If anything , the drive was to be exactly that which
feeds my imagination, fires my passion and awakens that deep need to surrender to a moment shared.

The intimate sincerity in the share.


Massage....

I always wonder what it is that men expect in a "massage" session...considering it a broad term and possibly "abused" as a word describing the expectations.

I wanted him to have an RB experience where massage IS the focus but.....where the erotic, the naughty kink, the awakening of ones sensuality be the first step to desires deeper, needs hard and lusty, kisses searing, hands feeling and not groping, grinds and slips and slides purposeful....sweaty and breathless... a definite yes.

It took him time to understand HIS need to let....it took him time to let go of HIS expectation and embrace my lead.

What happened was a man who claimed to be a silent lover, moaning, looking at me with lusty eyes, hands huge, guiding my hips as I sat in his tummy, my warm womanly wetness slipping and loving the tease...

And so an hour became 90mins and my "massage" was ours in a way I had hoped it would be.

Passionate.
An awakening of ones senses.
Definitely a professional massage without making the sensual secondary.

I do hope I shall see him again.

His smile and generosity received in an envelope gives me hope.

RB.

"Rather pussywhipped than in love my dear..." said I, knowing it sounded harsh .

The thing being , pussywhipped is good.
Enjoyable.
Sincere.
Engaging.
Rewarding and lots of uninhibited fun.

Both parties knowing the advantages of a "pussy whipping" without deeper expectations.

The problem begins when it is confused for love and never being keen on playing games with anybody's emotions, simply because I don't like mine being played with, to test that proclamation of love, is a definite.


When walls have been removed and the self reveals itself in unrestricted sexsensual mutual play and share, when kisses are deeper not because the tongue is stuck down ones throat but, the warmth, passion and sincerity in the lips is searing...when the courage to let go and surrender oneself in an hour or more of touch and tease, "love and fuck".....a comfortable silence where words are not needed.

Such connections are real.

Such connections are a mind blow .

That connection was such but, a connection that had its place in the time booked and, surrendered to.

A man in a relationship. A man starved of sexual engagement, a man in love with his companion.

As fate would have it opportunity presented itself that he could be mine whenever and however.

My understanding of what I offer, how I hope to share it with a gentleman does mean me engaging 100% BUT, surrendering myself does not mean to "fall in love" nor have my head turned by compliments ,which are always welcome or, cash or, promises of a "better life "...as if mine is not that which I embrace and love at present moment.

Not saying that "falling in love" cannot happen in this very complex space .

Surprise of surprises....we are on a path of a strong steadfast acquaintanceship....who knows, it may turn into a friendship.

And he? His life had taken on another hue.
Most definitely a punter he shall remain.

But I have a feeling he shall enjoy it more and that it shall be even more rewarding than he thought it to be.

RB.

"No sudden movements
" I reminded him, sitting on his tummy, knees on either side of him.
Reaching behind to make sure his "longness", stiffness rested precisely, pointing upward, between my bum cheeks, while his balls I cupped with my hands and fiddled with their tightness.

" Now...when I begin to move my ass cheeks up and down your shaft , enjoy the feeling of them bum bums as if you being "fucked"...." and I grinned, looking down at him , feeling the effect of my words and "position ".

It was in the movement of hands, the words whispered...the slide

Up


And down....of bum cheeks and a womanly wetness grinding itself into his groin bone and all over his tummy.

Wet.
Wet....Wet.

Of course...with a cock so hard , it rested comfortably against my ass as I leant down to tease his mouth with mine...never a full on kiss but, even better for the yearning in those hungry lips and hard cock was exactly how lovers should be before any complete surrender of bodily satiation.

As I always say....I love the voice....I am very into moans and groans and unashamedly express my pleasure vocally.

In return I do love the voice of a horny groaning man....

He groaned and growled and I coaxed him on and we were "lovers" in the little bit of time that was his and mine.

RB.