The conundrum.

Girth or length.

She always smiled when he came around. And always had to wonder how he managed to keep his manliness out of sight.

" Dont people stare at your package?" She asked him.

" It isn't erect all the time silly, and then fits snuggly without being obvious."

She thought to herself, it would be impossible to not attract attention, even when snug...

"Plus," he continued." Knowing I am coming here makes it difficult to control the hardness."

She loved hearing that. She loved knowing the growing anticipation he felt at what she would do to him, how she would enjoy him, use him plus a little of that cock and ball tortuous play.

A little different this time. She had this need to see him naked and her, fully dressed in her lingerie, enjoy the sight of his mastlike dancing hardness.

"You are gorgeous, so edible, suckable, kissable...fuckable."

The words landing most perfectly and his lust making him take his shaft in hand and start to stroke it.

" Show me. Show me the pace you would like me to ride that dick of yours..."

It wasn't the "riding" that made him want her and she him.

It was the play that had them sweating and moaning, unrushed and a mutual mindblow.

Riding was actually not even the drive.

RB.

3 hours he had said.
Needed that pamper without the rush.
Not much of a talker.
But his energy vibrated on a high.
Passions needing to be released, engaged.
He liked to 'flaunt' his manliness.
He knew what sort of kissing she enjoyed and, everytime to make sure to raise her temperature with those unrushed sensual seductive kisses.

His other like was to sit on the sofa and have her undress ...not a strip tease per se.

He always requested a silken slip under her dress.
Silken panties and stockings and heels.
No bra.
He liked her nipples pressed against the slip.
A dress lose so that it would easily fall to the floor as she stood bfr him.
And all the time their gaze was locked.
Peripheral vision...he called it.

And yes...to then step toward him and at that point a sort of erotic sensual personal "ritual" of his hands on her heels, stockings, silken panty and slip...inhaling her scent, kissing her body in the most intimate of unrushed ways .

She could not control the wetness, the warmth, the desire that welled.

She could not help, but be thankful that he had made time for both of them to enjoy.

She could not help, but be grateful that he shared his time with her when in her part of town.

...and as his hands went under her slip , pressing his face into her tummy, breathing in her whole being , he began to caress her buttocks and her wetness...a soaked silkiness he would later inhale and lick and taste...and then pocket her panty, as a keepsake to be replaced by a new pair on his next visit.

3hours....even then not enough. But too much at once was not their way.
Both liked the unfinished...for next time and...next time.


...and next time.



RB.

To smile before she even opened the door for him.

His...A happy face, twinkling eyes, always a greeting that made her feel like he had missed her plenty.
The most honest of hugs and, his voice jovial and happy.

Her lover every two odd months or so.

It couldn't be pretended, scripted or forced.

That thing called, to click...that they did.

She always told him she would "steal" him and make him all hers.
He told her she did...when he was in jhb....GRIN.
That was what she liked about him. Something like "straight as an arrow" in the world of cloak and dagger.
They both knew where they stood.

The loving, emotional engage, stories shared, facts discussed...the munching of food and of each other...a kiss not a kiss yet, a kiss it was that transcended the meeting of mutual sexsensual needs and lust . A oneness in the desire of each other.
No rush.
More than a couple of hours was always theirs.

She had shown him ways , adventures new where the intensity and desire to cream forth was so intense but, controlled.
She played with his hardness and tight balls and loved the moment of his complete surrender.
Usually a man who liked to be in control, having learnt a woman can suggest and lead and devour and drive anything else that may follow.

And what always followed was to drop into a fantastical world of mind connect and body adoration.

It was late...as always. Time to close the door behind him as he left.

She reveled in all he shared with her and was already looking fwd to the next visit.

RB.

All men are just boys.
Naughty boys.
Endearing in their horniness...that silly shy smile.
The look of being found out, in their eyes.

Charming.

And this one was no different.
A regular she adored.

But something happened. Her boyish charmer turned into a demanding, devouring, taking, sexual sensual erotic tease.

Every flick, every kiss, every caress, every press, every slip , every slide...

She surrender and forget what it meant to be a dominant leading lover and let go to being spoilt
and to being a purring moaning pussycat.

They do say still waters run deep.

RB.

It always put a smile on her face knowing the assumption being that she could not be nervous, uncertain...excited.

It came out in the conversations such as :- you the expert, you can teach me, how can you be nervous, I am sure you say the same thing to others....you are a true professional and I hope you enjoyed as much as I did.


For her, it was always a pleasure, like a kid going bananas in her favourite candystore.
Never enough of the same and never bored to try something new.

The excitement always there.
The joy and anticipation of skipping into the store and losing oneself among the many many MANY candy delights on offer.

It wasn't only about being professional, but more so doing what she loved, how she loved...unapologetic, totally surrendered and engaged....and chosen.

Robotic. Clinical. Scripted....was a sin in her eyes and would be sheer torture gnawing away at the very core of her soul.
Her soul was too precious to her. It lived vibrant and deep and majestic within...every moment she could let the other catch a glimpse of her inner self....she welcomed them in.

And in doing that she felt them.
Sensed them.
Saw them.
Loved them.
Desired them.

She was not scared of being vulnerable.


Made them hers...In body and mind ...a moment in time captured passionate, unguarded and so sincere and intimate that it left one breathless.

Professional for her was more than sticking to the rules.
Professional for her was a choice, understood embraced and enjoyed.

And as he walked through the door she knew he was a non believer and, she also knew by the time he left he would be a disciple of the erotic and sensual...and a believer that their nervous excitement was mutual as was the enjoyment.

There was no other way with her.

She came first and in being that way inclined she knew her lovers would know they were the king of her sexsensual kama sutra like "boudoir" ...and hers was to please and be pleased in return. Therein lay the magic....mutual being the operative word.

RB.

She wore a pair of open toed sandal heels with stockings and as she got out the car thought...wtf possessed her.

No grasp and walking becoming quite a mission, especially up the driveway and the patio steps.

But the reception was warm and welcoming and a helping hand given understanding the silliness of women dressing to impress.

In her case it wasn't about impressing as much as wearing the lingerie and stockings underneath her simply tshirt and skirt.

Things were going to get heated...she knew...it was not the first time the 3 of them had had a ball.

It was true...even though comfortable with the kinky arrangement from their first meet, this one felt even more comfortable.
Eats and drinks and laughs and that "kink" requested engaged in by both of them, making him hard and in his element.

But this time there was an energy shift. An energy flow of a different sort.

She let herself go... she let her energy flow, unrestrained, untethered.

And so the connect, the touch, the unsaid became an intense mind connect, electrifying when close to each other.

An erotic kink that went from patio to bedroom.

He lay
They played.
With him.

Sharing.
Teaching.
Learning.

By the time he lay there spent , spasmatic , it was 3 hours later.

As she left and was driven home, she thought to herself...these sort of erotic kinky engagements were a rarity and what an absolute pleasure to be asked to be part of mind and body adventure beyond mere sex and fucking.
The coital did not even feature....between the 3 of them, it never did.

RB.

She was vocal. Not the loud sort of vocal.
It came naturally in the moment.

The moans and groans, the suggestive whispers.
And as the sweat would build up , the drop into a world where nothing else existed but the here and now, so the body and mind became one with his.

She sensed him. Saw his very being as she looked into his eyes.
Drowned in his lust and "love" of her in the rhythm dictated by nothing else but the desire for each other.

And what she wanted from him was a greater surrender, a letting go, uncontrolled where he too, found his voice.

She urged him, egged him, demanded with every buildup of her need to hear him.

And so he found his voice.

And...he became ....the innermost sexsensual lover that had been looking for release.

His voice turned her on. His desperation to hasten things bringing the control freak out of her....she slowed him down , controlled him...and then fired him up again.

He forgot who he was and she too, lost herself in him.

Infatuated she was.
A man that dared to adventure beyond his limits.

It had taken a few visits.

Now?

Now ...she knew the sincerity between them would be more real than real and the intimacy shared would be that that many sort or heard about.

To embrace the inner core of ones sensuality...he had done it....and she loved it.

RB.

It was not a love affair.

But. It knew to turn into one within minutes of being together.
A man from abroad.
A man who had shared his time with beauties from all walks of life.
A man spoilt for choice.

A man who rested and was himself when with her.
A man who had tried to flash his money to impress her...she had not bitten.


....and now a regular lover when in town.

He spoilt her in different ways. He was the observant sort. She never asked.

But before gifts were opened and talk got deep, the gentleness of a sincere welcome , a smile soft a word whispered...a hug held onto.

"Come."

"Do come inside..."

That hug lasting a little longer.

She knew he loved sex. She know he loved fucking. She knew he could be mighty kinky. She knew quite a bit about him.

But she also knew he craved the sincerity of what could be between man and woman...and she reveled in that.

She made him her man and allowed him to make her his woman...and his walls crumbled and he dared to be himself.

She was always herself.

They loved ...and it lasted deep into the eve...extending further than the 3 hours asked for.

It was inevitable...they were cut from the same cloth.

Until next time.


RB.

There was no need to explain or understand.

"Spread me....deeper" said she.

"Slow down.... " said he.

..the magic was their hands, a kiss spontaneous...lingering waiting for the whispered words..

"More pls. Don't stop."

And when the pressing of his cock against her stomach as she pressed her nakedness ontop of him yielded the first droplets of manly cum....to pull away ...

"Nah , nah gorgeous....not yet"

His yelp of displeasure at being controlled.

And she to rim the tip of his cock with her fingertips...spreading his cum.

" ...I wonder if i should taste..."

"Fucking suck me....swallow my cock and my balls!" He demanded

She loved the control.

Near 3 hours of blissful torture and tease....and when the cum eventually began to splurt forth, she prolonged it even in that state and thanked her lucky stars they were on floor 2 and no neighbour's.

Loud were his grunts and groans and in that moment to rub and tease her womanly wetness and feel the relief wash over her too....

RB.

The cool sounds of vintage soul...smooth groove, her hips in no rush to sway.
Standing tall.
Strong legs...shapely.
A glimpse of her womaness pressing against her skimpies.

He sat there. His cock on show.

Her hips and tits on show.
All Woman...he had said to her.

Liking the fact that she could "do him" like a real woman would know.
Nothing girlie about her...assertive and her world of loving had a "vibe" gladly embraced and to surrender to.
Sex was easy.
She did more than sex.
She courted his hunger. His lust.
She played with his need.

To do her thing before him and he knew she meant every move, felt the groove.. rode his leg slow...up and down went that warmth between her thighs.

Leaning in to place a soft, soft kiss on his lips...a lingering passion making his cock bounce in response.

He knew she had every intent of torturing him. Edging not only his hardness but, him.

And so she danced or, was it more, moved with an intentional tease ...twirled slowly on her heels..held his gaze at moments making him reach for his balls ...they were aching.

And when she stepped forward , hands on womanly full hips, and said...

"Should I suck those..."


He knew it had just begun.

He loved a woman in control...the prelude to much he would then take control of.

Sex and fucking....that was not what brought him back again and again to her.
Sex and fucking he got from others.
Hers was a ballgame different and he made it a monthly indulgence.

She adored him...and always welcomed his return.



RB