"Intimacy?" He asked quizzically

"I don't want to play second fiddle to any woman." She said.

"You do know I haven't slept with her for nearly five years...." trailing off, feeling guilty he had revealed something so private, so personal.

She looked at him smiling.

Both of them naked on the bed after a steamy session of much foreplay, no sex...yet.

It had unfolded over a period of time, a sort of relationship where he began to lose himself to the possibilities of sexual fantasies realised with a woman he found different, fascinated by her unbridled love of play and tease, his flaccid state of cock no longer a concern and now the urgency in the hardness to be released and plied and played with.

Somewhere along the way the lines had begun to blur and boundaries became confused.

Feeling more alive than ever, a bounce in his step, a feeling of purpose to everyday, he put it down to his sexual escapades and a woman who had awoken the man in him .

That song by Rolling stones - Start me up

And the words...

"...If you rough it up, if you like it you can slide it up....you can make a grown man cry..." made much more sense and it made him think about the toxicity of the male eager and expectation of the 70's era where it was all about "sex,drugs and rock 'n roll" and "loose" women.

He grew up in that era.

So when she began to "pussywhip" him into line, making him understand that sex was one thing and intimacy another and what it meant not playing second fiddle to another women, he realised the shallowness of much in his life and how he had taken foregranted those beside him and, more importantly, himself.

What it meant to be intimate even in an hour, with boundaries in place and no further expectations than the pleasure of his hard cock relieved , walking out the door without guilt and embracing life with a new understanding as well as realizing the deep intimacy actually shared with his longtime partner, was all thanks to a women who refuses to play second fiddle to another.

RB.

"What did you smoke tonight?"

Not really meaning it the way he took it...

"You can smell it?"

She smiled.

She actually did smell it on him but, her question was aimed more at the uncontrolled passion, the dropping of his guard, the searing devouring yet, gentle kisses, his grunts and enjoyment of self in their nakedness.

There always was something, something unexplained , that tingle in the subconscious that this was a different one.

From the onset she knew she had to bring the desire to be truly "fukc#d" out of him...and that did not mean sex , a bonk, a wham bam thank you ma'am.

It meant, A slow flirtatious seduction , the unraveling of self control, the eventual acceptance of her suggestive whispers of what she would do to him....next time.


....and each time it was he that pushed harder, swallowed her with his gaze ...until.....he let go completely and needed to take it further than ever before.

He was delicious in his manly demand, uninhibited, unrestrianed , at times she needing to take him a step or two back, bringing out the lover in him.

Trembling..he held his shaft tight as it throbbed and throbbed and throbbed cum....

She lay back and watched, panting in appreciation of the sexy madness they had shared.

He reved his engine a little harder as he drove out the driveway.....the deep grunt of power under the bonnet and she could not help but think the car suited him.

What a marvelous way to end the evening....sighing and smiling and then bursting into a joviol laugh, she made her way back to the warmth of her place.



RB.

He craved.

A memory stirred deep within him.

He had a so-called "steady". A time in his life where the joy of getting up every morning had no purpose or meaning. A man who had lived a life, in retrospect, he knew, he could have done it better but, the "devil" in him made him curious, arrogant....deaf.

Choice after choice falling deeper into a space that led him to choosing a "good" woman to be his companion. A woman steady, not the first or the second wife sort he had had in his life.

But then again, he was of "age" and it dawned on him how "age", according to society dictated certain rules and standards and if one stepped out of those, then either it was labeled taboo or deceitful and not possible.

It all started with his manly needs, needing attention.
A virile active lover he had been all his life and his second wife had been one of those too....who he had left his first wife for.

But, for a marriage to last and be good , he found out it needed more than a good fuck and his cock being satisfied whenever it wiggled its way into a mast like stiffness.

Divorce number two was inevitable.

And so his steady walked into his life...she, on the other hand was seriously "steady" and sex did not feature high on her list of priorities.

Slowly, slowly he found his way into the debaucherous world where sex was paid for, choice of who to enjoy it with was a site full of pictures of bodies posed to stir the loins of men looking in.

With time he realised there was a specific sort of share he enjoyed.
With time he realised many of the pictures were worthy of looking in on but, not worthy of his money.

With time he would dabble when his cock require more than a jerk off with his own hand.

...and then that time his world was turned upside down and cash could no longer buy that which he had experienced with another in a way that bought the spring back into his step, the desire to attend to his niggling health, looking at life with a keenness to embrace and...an understanding that sometimes society knew to get it very wrong and the fickleness of opinion and judgement was actually for a person who needed to fit in with, be accepted and labeled by the masses as one of "them" who, themselves too, lived a life half fulfilled and were scared to take that small step to personal realisation and satisfaction.

He picked up his mobile and saw the voicenote.

He smiled.

Took his cup of coffee, went to sit on the verandah to look out at the God given Vista of beauty and pressed play, losing himself in her voice....just like he would in one of his favorite books.

RB.

This one came up.

A regular, Gentleman who stirs my very depths , in town from across the seas,who was my inspiration for many years when it came to my writings. A gentle soul. A lover of women.

I wrote this one night while he lay asleep, his hand resting on my thigh...an overnighter /s repeated many many times between the two of us.

He just new to make me feel ...WOMAN.


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SHE.

It be in the curve of her breast.

The softness, her defines.

A woman quietly being that which she knows.
A serene erotic goddess of mysteries whimsical,
seductive playfulness.


She does not care to be stronger than she is.
She does not care to be more than she is
for, she is strength ...a nurturing softness,
an understanding deep,
a giving unconditional
...a relentless source of love.

She knows to be ever present
as a lover.
Her form to be admired
no matter the passing of time,
no matter the many challenges demanding on her body.

Her mind will be forever feminine.

She does not know different.

She is that pillar
leaned on
turned to.

And most of all...She deserves to be

loved

cared for too...


For a woman looked after...will only know...to look after you.

RB.


.....sigh, he is a man in a million and how lucky was I to have him in my space before his departure over many seas.

It was in the shape, the curve...it knew to hold him fascinated for hours on end.

A woman walking by dressed to enhance her feminine lines. Lines lean, lines buxom, lines full and voluptuous.

Nothing more beautiful than the way a woman knows to move , knows to beckon with the curve of her ankle, the crossing of her knee...a wrist relaxed, a hand resting lightly, moving up and down the length of a thigh, unaware of how sensuous the travel of her hand... an action so natural.

He loved to sit and watch the ritual of undress, the unhurried tease of clothes discarded...the anticipation of what may be hidden from his gaze.

At times, the starkness of a naked body jolting his senses for, the shadows cast across a tummy, thighs milky...breasts rich in their natural shape...a slight droop further emphasising lines of a body beautiful, had him hardening, growing the full length of his manliness....instantaneously.

Then those times...under garments loose, falling to the floor, crumpled at her stockinged feet, suspenders, garters, the tiniest of little panties, breasts exposed, knew to take his breath away...again...an erection of note...instantaneous.

It was all in the shape of a woman...a woman who loved herself and dared to laugh freely, flirt with a spirit teasing, inviting...a woman who knew to make him feel like a king.

And, thus, he sat back and picked up his pencil and proceeded to sketch that which lay before him... the soft curve of a woman

RB

PRIMAL.

he stood in the doorway, the door ajar
not wanting to step in, preferring to look from afar.

she had coaxed him with her huskiness in those quiet tones,
once the phone put down, he could imagine her lusty groans.


no intention to be forward and ask for a sensual indulgence...
rather expecting two minds, ideas similar, in thought a convergence.
but, caught off guard at what before him stood,
to be forward he knew he definitely would.


those luscious hips that bosom free an unexpected delight on display,
his manly ardour he would not hold back but rather, forward thrust and convey...
there be no need for verbal conversation he realised,
this plan of hers long time ago ,she had concocted and devised.


to lure him into her purring den of pleasure,
to seduce him teasingly and at her unhurried leisure,
to have him bask in the glory of selfish free fall...
where gluttonous lust and feasting be the call.


she would chain his thoughts, his imaginings ignite!
they would no longer know to be contrite,
but, rather hefty be his virile manly hardness
in his need to conquer her womanly soft swollen mound... be boundless.


he would hitch those stockinged legs of hers,
feel the heel of her stiletto dig into his buttock, reality blurs...
he would grind her form into the nearest wall,
and, sink into her agonised delicious primal sensual call.


there would be no end! no stopping!... what he wanted her to feel,
together they would leave the reality of this world and into another keel...
drowning! in wave after wave! of delirious selfish want
going down on his knees, wanting to taste those sweet juices from her c...!
.
.
.
...she would thrust and pull him into her heavenly sweetness.
he would ride it with his mouth and tongue in completeness!
only knowing to yield to the depth of what he plunged within her soft crevice,
she shivered... and rocked back and forth with the help of his hands on her bare 'ass'.


far from being spent be her womanly desire,
a deeper need to continue did the release of her sweetness fire,
and, before he could get off his knees and stand...
on her knees and hands she be , like a cat, so close to his hardness her mouth did land.


aaah... the warm breath that did his hard shaft tease,
even more so did her crouching form his sight please,
what happened next was the beginning of chapter two...
his hands in her hair, coaxing her head forward, be the clue.


RB.

A most unexpected blast from the past.

A gentleman from bygone days.

What a most welcome surprise! I didn't know I had missed him that much.

An inspiration in so many ways and this was exactly how it happened the first time...

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The voice had been friendly, inquisitive, verging on breaking out in a laugh. "Oh i do hope i am not wasting your time." she said "Would be horrid if you listening to me out of sheer courtesy."

He was amused at her manners and respect of his time and that made him want to chat longer. " Should you tell me you have to go," he said. " Then my thoughts will be full with jealousy"

"Full with jealousy?" she asked. "Why would that be?"

"Simple." he answered. " To leave me, means u going someone else to see."

"In that case," she responded." Climb in your car and come be mine."

"You gorgeous creature!" he laughed. "What a titillating thought, a fantasy sublime."

"I gather then i can expect you...?" she said, standing at the door.

He looked at his watch and saw there was time and simply answered.." For sure."

RB.

A Woman's Tasty Bits...

One cannot deny that a woman can only but taste sweet and girly in her soft warmth

How sweet the taste of her nectar. The allure of her womanhood.

The image lustful and magnetic.

He, standing above her. Her Eyes soft and inviting. Mouth slightly parted.

An audible ..."taste me..."

Laying before him, a disciple to carnal pleasures and fantasies to be enjoyed.

....spreading her lithe limbs, revealing the soft warm wetness he craved.


Running his hands down her inner soft thighs...loving the moan that escapes her lips as he feels her surrender and arch to his touch.

So soft


So swollen.


Glistening.

The unbearable torture


The urge to devour....

Kneeling.

.....sinking his mouth into the bliss of heavenly delicacies.

RB.

It was not meant to be a night of sex nor even to contemplate such bodily indulgences.
It was an eve of two people sharing in each others company.

Yet. A smile sincere, a laugh hearty, a greeting happy , did stir the loins and when lips on lips met, the gentleness...the linger,made it feel like a prologue to much that would come....not only in the musical works of an orchestra but, that of their surrender to each other.

She lent into him, suggestive, interested in all he had to say.
He place his hand in the small of her back, a slight caressing pressure.
And when they looked into each others eyes, the softness spoke of a tenderness of lovers to be.

He played with her fingers, bringing them to his lips to kiss .
He kissed her palm and made her breathless.

He smiled at her and said...
"You are lovely."

She smiled at him and answered..."So are you."

With every note , every crescendo, every dip the orchestra played...they lost themselves in each other and his hand caressing her inner thigh spoke of passionate promises to be kept in the not too distant future.

It was not an eve for sex.

It was an eve of discovery.

RB.

Her abandonment, his turnon....


What a gorgeous man, she thought, as she watched him. Her candid honesty, knew to unsettle, and, even more so, the fact that she did not know to keep it in check. It pleased her to share her thoughts and let him know what she was thinking.

At all times he knew that she was looking at him. He knew the sight of him pleased her. It aroused him...on the verge of a serious boner whenever he was in her company.
She didn't have to do much.
Simply look...those eyes a give away.
Pools of lustful appreciation and acknowledgement of him. Her mind was like a magnet. It drew him into her thoughts. He knew it sounded silly but, he felt as if she absorbed him into her head and, allowed him to experience exactly what she felt.

And that first simple phrase...."damn...u are so sexy. fuck...."... as always she would near him and crawl into his being....it felt such...those hands of hers knew to touch, caress, express her yearnings of him. Her breathe on his skin...her small moans of appreciation.

There was no shame there was no hesitancy.

A naturalness, a desire to be one with him.

Her abandon in expressing herself as she pressed herself deeper and harder into his frame....such a fucking turn on. Many a time his voice was caught in a yelp of sheer desire.
She felt so extra-ordinary...she made him feel just as extra-ordinary...those kisses of hers tasted every part of him....delicately soft their travel down the side of his neck...only to have him writhing in uncontrollable pleasure as her teeth knew to bite ...just...hard enough...at certain pauses...finding the most responsive part of his anatomy.

He wanted her to eat him...the whole of him....ALL of him.
No logic knew to prevail once she began her trans-like possession of him...all he could do was be desirous that the end of the possession, was not near....RB.