A pondering on quickies...


There are times when the day knows to drain the last drop of energy from one's body and mind. When the idea of even saying hello is a task too heavy. When a lover ardent makes advances, usually very welcome, and all one can wish for is for the world to be silent and still for a little while.
Then there are times, without reason, a smile , a thought...actually anything...makes the adrenalin pump, testosterone levels rise, a naughtiness finding its way into one's being.

The call of the quickie...


A few Scenarios....your favourite quickie could be..?

Just had a shower...all cleaned up...the nakedness of a body fresh, hair wet...bend her over, or pin her to the wall...one leg up and listen to her moan while u growl with wanting more of her

Breakfast being prepared...still disheveled...loking sexy as he'll...sleep still lingering in mind and limb...time for a quick coffee and a hoisting of her form onto the counter while unzipping your shaft and finding that sweet spot of hers...once again much panting and loud moans

Laying on the sofa enjoying the closeness of each other before hitting the bed...a good night quickie...from behind..spreading those thighs and a few deep fast thrusts leaving both breathless and real tired

Just before tucking into a delicious meal...damn she looks tasty and good enough to be eaten...thank her with a quickie ready and ripe, drooling and then comes the food

And even sometimes that sulky face of hers knows to turn your heart...it ain't a real argument, it ain't areal sulk...stop it in its tracks with a...i wanna eat u whole u sexy beast...and continue to implement the statement.

That bikini or one piece costume rather off before wet from a dip in the pool or maybe remove it once in the pool and indukge in an underwater erotic find...wet and wild

...and then the one that stops the journey to office...so smart and in place, ready to climb into car and attack the morning traffic, hitch the skirt tear the pantyhose remove the panty and on the bonnet of the car...with motor running a quickie to help one smile in the traffic...boss will understand today was a little more challenging when it came to those pesky road users

For me?

I would say ALL....please don't make me choose!!!!

RB

I stood real close to him . A hug is always a given.
But, his hug in return had this strong energy that spoke of a need to be cared for, not only sensually but "lovingly"...a man wishing to be seen, appreciated.

A handsome sort, not by photoshopped magazine standards but, real life society standards...I suppose aesthetics being in the eye of the beholder.

It was the nuzzle into my neck, the hand on my ass cheek, the other around my waist.
His inhaling of me and that sinking into my frame.

It made us instant "lovers".

The corner of our mouths met in a sort of kiss way, our cheeks "in love" with the sensation of the warmth of passions rising.

His heartbeat erratic, mine rhythmic to the beat of the music pacing the play that was to come.

I could not but sense his hardness against me and had to grind myself into his growing urgency.

To pull myself away , just a little, to take his face in my hands and whisper while kissing his lips ever so softly...

"You know where everything is...."

Lovers.

Lovers of this adult world....

I ADORE THEM!!!

RB.

Those times when I lay there.

My ininhibited display of my nakedness, legs crossed , promising of a glimpse of my soft warm womanly wetness.
My boobs flatter than usual considering i am on my back but , the nipples ever hard and inviting in their need of a gentle nibble, suck ...cupping.
I cannot help but feel real lusty, horny....not for a fuck but, the play ...the tease.

To beckon him from the foot of the bed with words whispered of how my loins ache to be spoilt, the soft inner part of my thighs kissed, my bum cheeks cupped and hoisted so that his head can sink into my mon pubis , inhaling my scent.

And at no time to take my eyes off him for the pleasure begins with watching him enjoy all of the woman I am.


Siggghhh...how wonderful it is to be naked for a man appreciative of foreplay.

RB.

I am not sure why I felt so "soft" and surrendered.

I am not sure why him hugging me and holding me close and singing softly into my ear (he knew the song that was playing in the background) had me being all contrary to my usual self

I allowed myself to be led by him and surprisingly he said...

"I know you like to lead. I know that is what turns you on.

Please lead."

I heard him , smiled and usually would do just that.

But, this time I said...


"May I just surrender and take your lead?

Would that disappoint you?"

He placed his lips on mine, he held me closer making sure I did not miss his hardness.

"It would be my pleasure..."


He did not force nor rush his spoil of me.

And in those moments of sincere intimacy, I took control and there it was.

The surrendered and dominant lover I always love to be.

He enjoyed.

I enjoyed.


And when the time came to say goodbye...it was a lingering soft lips on lips without a word said.


Sigh...

RB.

Now when one talks about handsome...this was it.

Everytime to tell him how jealous I was of his wife.

A man man. Big. Burly. Strong. As tall as me when I have my 10inch stilettos on.

What I loved about him was his openness about wanting to be pleasured. I suppose after quite a few visits one could say...we were seasoned "lovers".

That grimace on his face as if in pain everytime I slid upto him making sure is cock was not spared the slide between my tits, not spared the press of my tummy, my feet hitched under his, needing that grip and my arms on either side of his head.

What I loved was the uncontrollable quiver of his left leg as he got hornier and hornier, the escape of a moan as I sunk my teeth gently into the side of his neck.... no marks allowed, as I slowly Slowly Slowly ground that mound of my pubic bone on his hardness....soooooo close and yet, sooooo far and then to slide back downward and sink my teeth, of course gently, into the side of his shaft....that leg quivering like mad.

I don't know if it is the peppered hair or, his size, or his scentless freshness or who knows what.

But every part of his manhood is quite invitingly edible , lickable, munchable...and if I dare say...fuckable with hands, mouth and a very warm woman wetness.

I wonder....I wonder how long it took him to shake off that quiver out of his left leg.

:)


RB.

I love this track, never heard this remix thanks !

https://youtu.be/JxMZPdZLehs?si=cCCqKLFljPo3nPxL

Here is a new fave of mine

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MJ78...


"....before I turn the lights out,

Tell me who the f#ck u wanna be..."


From the first track of lovemaking to the next track of fucking.

EXACTLY what this world of Purple is....with a trip of a switch...who knows what might happen.

RB.

Moments sincere.

Is it in the welcome?
Conversations shared before the meet?
An aura....that 6th sense....kindred spirits?

" I tend to waffle and become very nervous." Said he.

"That's perfectly fine." Said she.

A giant of a man, tall...a friendly giant.

A perfect snug fit, the hug holding her close, a little tremble telling of his nerves.

" I don't do this often but, I just need some human contact. Some feeling. Some care...a woman's touch."

It always made her smile...that phrase, " a woman's touch", knowing exactly what it meant.
Femininity.
Womanliness.
A care welcoming yet, in the space the two of them found themselves in, naughty and inviting in the playfulness of "lovers" not familiar.

She could feel his need for "realness" making her more careful to not overstep the lines when it came to the sort of intimacy she wanted to spoil him with.

She decided she would "love" him and, wherever it may lead, would be his to allow.

And so he allowed her closer than he would have ever imagined to allow anybody.

He allowed her to edge him into a frenzied need to take it deeper, any horny man wants when his cock has yearned for more than his own hand that had been his relief for months.

He allowed himself the pleasure of letting go and not overthinking.

She coaxed him.
Teased him...a little more gently than most.

And....he let his guard down and the friendly giant who claimed to waffle, was very much a "lover" confident, sexy and keen to explore all he had hoped a woman's touch would know to bring out in him.

When he left she hoped he would return, it didn't matter when or where.

Moments sincere.

Breathtaking.

RB.

It always makes me think...the intimacy, that letting go beyond the fear of being too revealing of what I love when with a man.

And everytime the desire to delve deeper, softer, gentler, more demanding of surrender...the reveal of the " lover" who is in my presence....sensual seduction , that erotic part of self

He said that I should not forget he was shy, uncertain of himself .

He said , he wanted this and that, that and this....I reminded him there is a reason I advertise under massage and not under the general section....making it no less passionate, intimate and "debaucherous "....but with a touch different, a touch...a whisper coaxing, leading, suggestive.

And when I stood before him , near naked, my nipples tempting him to reach out and touch, I stopped him and said...

"Allow me to hug you close..." stepping into him...kissing his body with mine... that first feel of my nipples pressed into his flesh , my arms around his neck, his hands cupping my ass cheeks pulling me closer ...sighing.

And me?

...me sinking my teeth ever so gently making sure to leave no marks in the side of his neck


..." I love that hardness of yours." Feeling his shyness dissipating and an amorous confident lover revealing himself .


RB.

What was our tale?

A long one... because we had been chatting via whatsapp for nearly 4 years.

Was he a time waster...there are very few who have managed to slip under the radar and waste precious time.

What is a time waster? Aaaah...a common trait among all that is mine to guard.

But back to this man...dropping in on my whatssap and more than once to ask about my details etc.

It never irked me.

So when our time arrived, the curiosity was immeasurable and the need to put any expectation/s out of my head , try not be too gleeful and of course...less nervous.

I have a feeling his eventual decision to make an appointment had its own challenges and concerns and, as we hugged each other hard and close and both laughing like sillies, stepping back, we looked at each other and then hugged again...there it was that kept us chatting for so long.

The "connection".

One can gage it even in whatsapps...something, unexplainable.

"Speak to me. Hold me. Undress me. Devour me...what else did you say you gonna do to me when I eventually pitch...?"

It was a solid kiss. Not a rushed one...a searching soft gentle..."I need to get to know you better" , sort of kiss.

People talk about gfe and i always wonder what they mean by it simply because everybody has their own interpretation of what gfe is.

Well ...I can tell you...i had a bfe experience and in return, I can only say I responded with my version of a gfe which was what he liked and I liked sharing....and such a share , when deeply intimate and sincere knows not to happen in an hour or 90mins or even 2hours.

He was worth the near 4 years of making it happen.

RB.