How snuggly my "strap-on-cock" sits....and at the same time my soft womanly warmth just as snug between my thighs...

This morning is one for those erotic creatures who wish to travel adventures new...

Why would it be questionable..?

the conversation started with a simple "Hi"
an acquaintance near forgotten from time gone by
no intent of topic at hand to be discussed
by the persistent questioning of how life be, i be unfussed.
all of a sudden i began to think
what was it i heard the other day, be there a link
to confess to the desire of adventures new to travel
inhibitions, insecurities, urban legend unravel?
and thus gently i began to prod
a coaxing slow, getting there, receiving a nod
a shy man his fantasy needing release
yet scared to acknowledge it, the desire appease.
it had nothing to do with standard sex or coital indulgence
but rather the need of a transcendence
he worried his masculinity be questionable
in dabbling of something real exotic concessional.
the freedom to let go and discuss the concern
for too long his mind had been eaten up, the idea did burn
it be about a strap-on, prostate play and much more
the fantasy needing to be a reality, to open the door.
from a nervous pretentious conversation
listening, hearing and asking was my navigation
eventually, a laugh, the banter, the excitement the elation
of what we spoke about fired his imagination.
all i know a strap-on awaits
in how it shall pleasure, it satiates
and another fantasy does become a reality
dabbled in complete surrender and serene confidentiality.
why would a strapon a mans masculinity question
even a taboo to think about it or mention
prostate play and much more
dear gentle men, no need to worry, men u still stay for sure.
but, whatever u do, do it with care
in your indulgence, be wise in your share
personal pleasure need not be inhibited
nor unnecessarily constricted.




RB.

This morning...I had to share...with the consent of the Exotic creature who shared of himself...

and thus this write....ENJOY...and...HURRY OVER...subtle be my suggestions, leading be my ways...adventures most delicious is our shares!!!

I know exactly who and what i am when it comes to my space sensual...


................


He needed to find himself...it had begun

He had wondered if he was capable of erotic moments. Actually, wondered if he even knew what it may entail.
His breathing knew to become erratic at images capturing a sense of something deeper than sensuality between a woman and man.
He found himself, many a time, fascinated and lost in the portrayal of what looked like, a complete engrossing of lovers...committed to nothing else but, the sheer abandon to bodily and personal pleasure.
Porn no longer held his capture. It felt too available. Of course there were those nights when the wet swollen 'womaness' of a porn star did it for him...watching her arching and writhing, meeting the ardent hardness of a man or two.
But, he began to search for something else...that tease...that taunt...that lust to touch gently, be touched in return...the feel of a woman desiring of him...of his attention.
In return he wanted to discover within him, that which he knew resided somewhere deep deep, and kept on nagging to be acknowledged and recognised.

So, when she took control and with gentle firmness persuaded him to let her do things to him he had never thought of before, he didn't cheat himself with holding back but, let her redefine the very fibre of his sensual being.
Her strength was that of a caring lover, a knowing lover...coaxing, plying...tasting...nibbling...sharing her need to hear his moan and not only feel and see his pleasure.
She made him ask her to do things to him....his balls...how deliciously she indulged in them....
And, every time he wished to lift himself and attempt to reach her, she would push him back and promise him a taste of her when the time was right.

It seemed forever and yet too short, her devouring of him...and in the drive home, he found it difficult to recall all that had happened...in a trance state and the desire even deeper to know more as to what she defined as erotic.
Was this it? Was this the journey he had hoped to embark on?

It didn't matter.
For the first time in a long time, his body felt alive and a deeper desire now tingled in his groin and the yearning burnt hot ...the discovery had begun.

RB.

I see my uploads from yesterday still have to appear...

and the addition for today...my garden that holds me captive...

No demand

How difficult to tear oneself away
How difficult to not ignore the shout of responsibility and stay
To keep the call of work at bay
To remember it ain't bad at all, even though it be Monday.

Secluded, purposefully lost
In the lusciousness of a garden , mine
Impossible to find words to define
The peacefulness and serenity, the presence of the Divine
That knows not in the presentation of Mother Nature, anything confine.

Fertile rich generously rewarding
Flirtatious and inviting, of one's senses courting
The misapprehension to go forth and the week face, thwarting
For the promise of being there on my return, calming.

Imprinted on my whole being all that She knows to be
Telling me to go forth the world around me see
With eyes bright heart abundant mind naughty and free
And all those that share my closeness to welcome with joyous glee.

And thus

Good morning new week, I see u, I hear u, I feel u complete!

RB.

Every pose... suggestive....gooood morning!!!

TO HOLD BACK...AN INANITY


"if naughty be my pose
then let me disclose
to capture your attention
on your peaceful state of mind, an indention."


and thus... she proceeded to tease him more
from a distance, her lusty display his oar,
step by step... closer he came
riding those waves of desire wanting her to tame.
sinking to her depths, on his knees he went,
her hand, in the nape of his neck, a jolt sent
as her lips locked hungrily demanding on his...
sending his thoughts into a whizzing tizz.
she ATE of his mouth with her kiss deep
his hands on her hips pulling her in... to keep,
she pressed into him... urgent... wanting... to climb
to ride that hardness of his...sublime.
but, her naughtiness further did prevail
up she stood...away to sail
leaving him on his knees, hard as rock
her desertion of him, quite a shock.




around she turned... with her finger... beckoned,
a second chance better than nothing , he reckoned,
up he JUMPED! and followed her gait
this time round... there was no wait.
implanted, be that sweet soft welcoming warmth,
crest after crest he sailed forth...
her moans! her sighs! her yielding desire!
egged him further, made him burn with her fire!
she plowed she rose with every wave!
he gave of himself from drowning... her to save...
she cared not to be saved but, climbed the crest,
arching higher harder into him, putting all boundaries to test.
taking her lead, he followed desirous and hard!
DEEPER he thrust!... dropping his guard!
a weightlessness them both did possess,
a tsunami lustfully illogical their spirit did press.
HARDER! HIGHER! THEY RODE!...AND...RODE!
IMPLANT UPON IMPLANT!...her pleasure showed,
he began to grunt and groan and yield,
his manliness with immeasurable pleasure wield....
feeling himself sinking, losing control
in his explosion be the extol,
of a woman who played with his sanity,
who taught him to hold back would be an... inanity .

RB.

"If eyes could see beyond the horizon....

near i am, so close i stand
kiss my lips

do take my hand."
..

Good morning beautiful all...imagined u are into my reality.

RB.

A unhurried sexy ambiance hangs in the air...

To dress or not to dress...?

Good morning dearest all! x

RB

"A shadow cast an angle aimed,
a picture taken
an image framed.

come down from your perch,
lay your camera to rest
and allow your hands my curves to search."

Gooood morning wet inviting Friday morn and the beauty of a promising day to all i wish!

RB.

Good morning delicious creatures on this fine and wet and promising morn!

"...where , flesh exposed
in the slant of my form proposed
an invitation of erotic dining
with no wish of boundaries confining."

...hurry over.

x

RB.

Anything wrong with watching...? This morning from behind the glass.

TO BE OBSERVED...?



what be standing there, the imagination inviting
a glimpse of limbs bare, opulent thoughts igniting
a leisurely stretch to start the day
she watched and hoped, his return indoors he would delay.
unawares that he, her fascination was
that another him observe from behind the glass
and thus there he stood his manhood erect
when all of a sudden her, he did detect.

and now began the mind game
his desire be to make it a fire instead of a flame
so slowly he began his length to caress
a sight so engaging, did her will to remain quiet, distress.
but, even worse, was when both his hands their rhythm began
along the length and width they ran
his head back a moan escaped
a perfect silhouette by the sun be shaped.

his rhythm his play his unhurried attention
for her to remain still was the prevention
his exhibitionist display the perfect lure
the rubbing of her softness did definitely spur.

knowing that he had her attention through his tease
and thus, the moment to see how her, he could please,
he turned toward her and whispered...'come'
and what followed indoors was a...'home run'.

RB.


YESssssssss!!!!!

this one for the weekend...my semi naked pose


it wasn't that, the distance between u and i, was too much,
it wasn't that, only your presence in my imagination, i could touch,
it wasn't that, you said goodbye... who knows when next my lips yours shall once again, brush,
it was more the silence your leaving... that deep... deep.. hush.

it was that there were no whispered words tickling my ear,
that gaze so deep so invitingly clear,
the care in your touch the zing felt when near u knew to draw me in,
no matter the adventure no matter the indulgence in what we did no sin
how sexy i feel how nakedly desirous to have u close ,
to tease your gaze with my suggestive pose,
to hear u sigh and know what churns and, makes u yearn,
that ,which both of us knows to drive, so deep within us burn.

and thus, gaze upon me from afar then close your eyes,
inhale my scent, taste my sweetness that your core, fires...
soon soon i know once more on my door u shall knock,
soon soon ask me to pose for u once more...to take stock.

RB.

My Gentle Men hungry...enjoy.