Thirty


I found a new piece of music.

It touched my inner core and I imagined myself the centre of his attention

The reason for his bedroom eyes.

The reason he lay before me in his naked glory...hard, cupping those balls of his.

To stand tall in front of him ... naked with my nipples hard, my hips swaying to the seduction of music born in the desert where sheiks had their harems of beauties and, allowed themselves to be caressed by soft flesh and mouths demanding...and then to give way for me to step forward, stand above him....and show him what it meant to have womanly hips seduce a man into a hungry grunting demanding thrusts lusty lover...

I could not help myself but test that theory

...and thus I swayed my hips and ate his mouth slowly and kissed his body till he could no more.....my morning visitor.

RB

Thirty one

Unashamedly I stood before him in my cocky strapped-on glory.

He had never indulged in anything of that sort but his curiosity had been captured reading about strapons and pegging.

I explained it was such a huge pity that my "cock" was not the real deal and, if anything I derived huge pleasure introducing bum play, and a slow non-intrusive, non-invasive beginning to prostate play and scrotum massage....considering it was his first time.

I told him I would keep my very "human looking" large phallus on and I saw in his eyes the trepidation yet, excitement of the prospect of how things could play out.

He said he preferred an an introduction rather than the full indulgence on that day.

At no point in time did my phallus fuck him but, it did do its job and measured itself up against his hardness, rubbed up against each other like true lovers and my tits were caressed, kissed most adoringly, my nipples nibbled deliciously .

Slowly, slowly he allowed me the pleasure of full on prostate play and ball play....slowly slowly...he wished to feel my phallus up against his twitching bumcheeks.

And as I slid it between his bum cheeks, never to try and enter him, tickling and teasing that asshole of his, my hand milked that hardness of his.


Oooooooo...I could not help myself but grunt and growl at the pleasure of seeing his creaminess flow all over my hand and the total surrender on his face as his eyes became deep pools of delicious release.

A date was set for a deeper introduction....I could not help myself but think...I cannot wait to have that creaminess of his all over my tits next time.

RB.

Thirty two



He walked in and took me in a bear hug.

Ma'am...is how he had referred to me.

So many have lost themselves in wanting something yet, not understanding, in wanting that very thing, some form of surrender is required.

A letting go of some sort.

If it is the idea that drives one then, to let the idea come to fruition....not forcefully but, that gradual invitation through sight, sound, smell and touch.
Absorbing...the fingertips so sensitive, the palm of the hand generously comforting as it caresses nakedness.

His was that.

I could not help myself but, have my thoughts wonder with his hands ever so gentle in their caress of me. I felt my whole being through his touch..if that were possible and when he placed those very full lips of his on my yearning mouth...the deal was sealed.

This was a man who knew what "touch" was.

This was a man who understood sensual seduction of mind and body.

This was a man I wanted to want me more.


...and it all started with a most sincere bear hug.

Who could ever help themselves but, hug back just as sincerely.

RB.