Who says a world of "love affairing" is not possible.

It was so easy to imagine they were a couple. A man relaxed, no expectations , apart from saying what he hoped might happen should the evening take them "there ", would be most welcome.

His "there" she liked.
Sounded exactly what she had been craving for. It had been too long.

A going out where no laughs forced, interest pretended, role-playing, being showy and giggling like a silly girty, was expected.

She didn't enjoy tiring shares.
She didn't know to be anything but, transparently herself .


He was just right.

And when the time for "there" came around, after a fine dinner , the passionate gentleness he held her with, drew her in, holding the nape of her neck with one hand...it was only natural to raise her lips to his and allow the gentle lusty kiss to make her want to surrender to whatever would follow.

A hardness dripping with precum.
A womanness massaged soft and wet and warm...tight and yearning.

Arched.
Yielded.
Positioned.
Stroked.
.......taken.

Mutual ....it was a "love affairing" shared , edged, multi-orgasmic and one that led to promises made of a whole weekend to be shared on his return back to the most Southern tip of Africa.

4 hours of blissful dining in more ways than one.

She didn't bother to put her bra on nor care about her disheveled state as she drove home.

RB.

The words

"I'm so hungry. I'm so fucking hungry."....had nothing to do with food.
His manly needs had been fired by imaginings of butt cheeks, tits heavy and nipples pip hard.

He was sitting at a coffee shop when he had decided it was time. Told her he was down the road. Asked if he could come.

There was not a chance she would say no...he had been promising her a visit for months on end.

It played out perfectly.

She was just as hungry to know who the man behind the words was.

It was a passionate affair. A slow one. Lips hot. Hands caressing . Nakedness melting.

Mutual discovery.

She rode him...Giddy-ing his hardness up and down...up and down...just like a cowgirl.

And he, loving the old ways...took her to missionary heights.

It was a perfect discovery between two people who shared a mutual love of sensual erotica.

It was never too late to get to know another in ways most intimate neither forced nor pretend but, rather longed and hankered for.


RB.

I just have to share this moment ...this mornings indiscretion.

Last night had me working late. I decided to sleep over at my wonderful little snug and gorgeous apart/hitel that I work from.

My bedroom window looks out at the verandahs of neighboring units.

Usually that curtain is closed. But sleeping over, waking early to be ready for my wellness sport clients, I open the curtains and windows to air the bedroom...and walk away.

Being alone no need for clothing and thus a pair of black panties suffice.

Zombie-like, still half asleep, robotically doing my thing and getting ready to leave.

I Walk straight to the window, nipples and all on display, wanting to close it...and look straight at the gentleman , having a cigarette on his verandah. He stood there. I stood there.
He dropped his gaze and turned around to go back into his unit.

I just stood there....all of a sudden VERY awake.

He looked up and said.."Nice breasts" and that was that.


I am still smiling and am still wondering if he thought I did it on purpose.

Scouts honour, I didn't.

Damn!

RB.

It was a moment that would define everything a gentleman ought to be.

"I am...." he told her. She had not asked to know anything. It was his choice to reveal who he was.
She smiled. A man she had hoped she would have the pleasure of. The intrigue had captured her a long long time ago.
"You busy? Anybody straight after my appointment?"
"Nope. You looking to extend ?"
"Come. Put something different on. Something more relaxed. I want to take you somewhere. "
" If I can travel in my own car then ok."

" As you pls. And by the way I will be paying for the amount of time we spend together."

Again. she hadn't asked. She needed an adventure...and he was her sort.

She smiled to herself as she followed the Porsche. She could have been sitting next to him.

First stop a deli. In there chats she had told him she loved macrons. Those proper French sort.
36 macrons packed and ready waiting for them.
She felt shy.

"Let's go."

Second stop.
Food lovers...crab salad made with horseradish giving that bite. She had told him they made the best crab salad.

She was astounded.

" One more stop and then back to your place. Ok with you?"

"We can go right now. " she responded.

" One more."

There he bought her 5 tins of duck confit..the ones she had told him about, the ones she first tasted in Paris and then in London.

She felt like a child. She felt bashful. Out of sorts.

"No strings attached." He said as he placed the package in her car.

She thought she was in love.

Damn this man.

When they returned and he helped her with the gifts...she had to share a macron or two, blabbering like a child.

And when they kissed it was the sort that fired all engines.
Unrushed.
Gentle.
Soft.

Hungry.


She let him eat of her as much as she ate of him.

She sweated and moaned and grunted and growled and he demanded more. She lived out every fantasy she had imagined with him and he reminded her of some she had forgotten...and it felt perfectly right.

She was infatuated with the fairytale he had brought along...the one of knights in shining armour on white steeds....his being a Porsche 911 GTR.

When he left, his gifts and generosity demanded of her not to spoil the rest of the day with any intrusions from anybody else.

When he left she threw herself on the messed bed and inhaled the manly scent that still lingered.


She didn't know if she would see him ever again ...and the heart felt a little pull.

Lucky women , she thought...those that were spoilt by him too.

Fairytales did exist but, the happily ever after was the memories of a perfect afternoon with a perfect Gentleman.

RB.

Comfort.. but with boundaries.


"I want to cum like a pornstar", he said. " and now that I have said that, i feel stupid." Laughing most heartily, a shy man , a reserved man yet, a successful man when it came to so much society looked in on and labeled successful.

He was successful, without the fickle, ever changing value system society implemented to suit and excuse their unattainable goals and failures, making mediocrity the go to.

It was the respect and caring demeanor that made her feel hot under the collar. She melted in the company of that sort, even the kinksters that understood the mutual care and respect that fired guaranteed satisfaction.

She had always kept it within "limits" ...naughty , hot, sweaty but, needed him to get to that point that sizzled just just...under their lusty uninhibited visits.

And so, another sort of sexsensual magic unveiled itself between the two of them.
It was overdue...

Sexed.
Lusty invitations with words that had been held in reserve for a moment like that.
Posed.
Massaged.
Spread.
Licked and munched.




Juicy.
Precum.

...and a fountain of cum that shot so high and soooooo much, splurging ...with thrusts of hips and moans guttural and deep, all over the floor, her legs, her feet...and that which was all over her hands , she smeared over her tits and stood there look down at him as he drowned even deeper in her gaze....even after he had cum like the pornstar he had wanted to be.
Her toy , her pleasure.

It had been a porn star moment, the way he wanted...and that feeling between them as he hugged her goodbye was comfortable..a new comfort reached as was the soft gentle lingering peck and
"Travel safe. See u soon" she said , knowing his drive was going to be a long one.


RB.

Infatuation.
Dare one.
Dare one dabble in embracing his fascination . A hard worker. A loner. A man who hid behind laughs and silliness...a man who had tried to create a connection many a time with the opposite sex and then walked away because the expectations, the forced and acted interest unsettled him....the kind of life he hoped for with another seemed to be a pipe dream.
He was of an age where impressing another was too much hard work, a waste of energy and , anyway, he had never cared for flash and trophy.

And so theirs had started with his exposing of self with intimate moments shared, thoughts expressed and her as his sounding board.
The comfort between them neither pretended nor forced. She, liking his honesty. He, reaching out more often and regularly.

Then the realisation that her being his go to might take on another look and her concern while listening to him, laying semi naked, she in a gstring and him in his jocks...the shift, and her thoughts took her away from listening and hearing him.

The dilemma. That night the dilemma was born.

And so the next eve when he arrived, as per usual, never not to gift her and keep that side of what it was all about a given, she shut him up with a passionate all engaging kiss, wrapping her arms round his neck and leading him to the bed.
Always, both freshly showered, she pushed him on the bed and no words were spoken and a bed love affair of mutual moans and groans and bends and arches and grunts and growls and ups and down and and and.....took place.....until wasted meant, mind and body truly wasted.
They didn't speak much that night, laying silently next to each other.
She felt his thoughts, they were very tangible and she hoped he would walk away, making sure to question his next move and what he truly wanted from their connection.

She was not looking for a love affair. Her life had it's own demands and simply did not allow or align with what he needed, wanted and deserved. She was too busy with her own thing. Now was not the time.

She hoped she would not lose him and he would still be able to make her his favourite sounding board....without any strings attached.

RB.

GFE.

She sat and listened to his gripe and wondered about the many ladies that offered the so called Girl Friend Experience.
She wondered if that glass of wine they shared with the punter was to numb down feelings?...bring down inhibitions?...make it that more sexier and engaging?

She wondered how they managed to maintain such "relations" with so many and then ....fuck.

Or.

Was the chit chat required to give meaning to the fuck?...otherwise it would be a space emptying the very soul of both the man and woman and no real satisfaction attained?

If anything , for her it confirmed her belief that not all were meant to be in a space where the heart, the soul, the very foundation of all that one might be, would be used, maybe abused, sometimes acknowledged and recognised by the one leaving the money on the counter.

She shut him up with a kiss, a soft kiss, a "ssshhhhhh..." whispered at the same time.

She let him have it.
His mouth.
His body.
His cock and balls.
His ass cheeks.

She commanded, demanded, took and had no mercy..."worshipping" him with all of her.

She didn't allow him to bitch and moan but, rather beg for more.

...and when he left she reminded him she was no girlfriend of his but, wouldn't mind the pleasure of him again.

Two days later he called again and in one month saw him 7 times and the month was not even finished.
Men, she thought to herself....did they truly dare to admit to what they expect of a girlfriend and realise that expectation of a fuck bunny actually belonged to one night stands, possibly "friends with benefits" and...that sort of fucking was a guarantee when the girl looks to bag her man and make him her husband and then life does its thing...good thing. Maturing in a relationship, she smiled to herself, was not for the faint-hearted nor snowflakes.

And...then her smile faded as she thought of the ones that resorted to alcohol and drugs to make a penny or two falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole for the pleasure, scrutiny and abuse not maybe physically but verbally, of many a man.

RB.

Poes poes poes poes

On 2025-06-23 09:21:04 therodent said:
Poes poes poes poes

Don't hurt yourself.

And spamming the forum with all things RB only keeps me more in the limelight and a topic of discussion.

And....YOUR sort is MY pleasure.
YOUR sleepless night I AM.
YOUR nightmare I AM.
YOUR infatuation I AM.
YOUR purpose I AM.


Keep it coming but, pls don't hurt yourself...pls?

RB.

On 2025-06-23 10:50:49 Russian Bridgitte said:
On 2025-06-23 09:21:04 therodent said: Poes poes poes poes

Don't hurt yourself.

And spamming the forum with all things RB only keeps me more in the limelight and a topic of discussion.

And....YOUR sort is MY pleasure.
YOUR sleepless night I AM.
YOUR nightmare I AM.
YOUR infatuation I AM.
YOUR purpose I AM.


Keep it coming but, pls don't hurt yourself...pls?

RB.

I just love the above non-judgmental advice, Svet.

The type of advice that one would offer to a child who is testing his boundaries, but in a domain that could be hazardous. Like a child climbing a tree - one doesn't want to stifle growth but still show concern for their safety.

He is a child.

So please, don't hurt yourself.