Hey SloJoeJhb!


It has been toooo long!

So much to catch up on. And yes, best one guide and show the way, rather than suppress...a wagging finger knows to put straight a wayward child.

GRIN.

RB.

Kisses aplenty.

I've been away for a while.
I'll PM a you in due course.

"....The off curve of her ear was what he had noticed first. A roundness echoed in her cheeks and her mouth. Then it was the way her body looked solid, as though meant to take up space and weight in the world. When she moved, she left behind footprints in the forest floor.

Because she didn't know how to glide silently, to disturb no leaf of branch. He felt smug to see how bad she was at even such an easy thing.

It was only later that it disturbed him to think back on the shape of her boot in the soil, as though she was the only real thing in a land of ghosts.

He had seen her before, he supposed. But at the palace school, he really looked. He noted her skirts, spattered with mud, and her hair ribbons, partially undone. He saw her twin sister, her double, as though one of them were a changeling child and not human at all. He saw the way they whispered together while they ate, smiling over private jokes. He saw the way they answered the instructors, as though they had any right to this knowledge, had any right to be sitting among their betters. To occasionally better their betters with those answers. And the one girl was good with a sword, instructed personally by the Grand General, as though she was not some by-blow of a faithless wife."

Holly Black - The Folk of the Air

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A piece of writing I had to share. A beautiful piece of writing that says so much and paints a space real.

Do you look at someone and notice the "unnoticed" that leaves long lasting impressions.

RB.

She kneeled, naked, between his knees.
Him, laying in his glory of hardness, head resting on his arms , eyes focused on her face.
A lovers checkmate moment where hardness lusted for a wet softness he had witnessed as she had climbed between his sprawled legs.

Their eyes pools of desire , a need deep, an engagement in the making over a long period of time.
To prolong, rather than rush the passion that drew them to each other.
His cock tip beginning to seep a droplet of precum. Her womanly softness responding...a wetness telling of her desire to ride him.

"I shall have you." She said.

"I came to be had." He responded.

And with that a kiss sealed the deal. A kiss slow, deep like all lovers imagined it would be.
A ride controlled , slowed ...a grinding demanding deep strokes .
Moans and groans and all the time there gaze not to be broken but rather to sink deep into each others craving of all that had be imagined and fantasised.

Checkmate it was. The bedroom where both he and she ruled and no fall expected but, a passion not to be denied between a woman and man.

RB.

Straddling him.


Holding his cock tip in her hand, making sure to grind her warm wet womaness on his shaft while her hefty ass cheeks clinched his balls as she contracted the muscles of her ass, looking down at him and loving the starved sex look on his face.

It drove her zany.

She loved the control.

She loved the tease and having him pinned down.

"... you feel for my mouth?"

"Fuck baby, I feel for anything. "

She laughed..."anything? Be careful. Quite a broad term that"

And so she slid down his legs , leaving very wet balls for her to lick clean.

She loved the taste of herself.

"Wanna taste me? " she asked as she continued to lick his balls clean wandering if he had heard her.

"YES!" Trying to thrust his balls completely in her mouth.

She sat up and slid upward, letting go his cock and rubbed her whole length on his , lingering in a brief titty fuck on a shaft near bursting , to place herself flat on him and say

"Taste.." as she kissed him, licked his lips , smothered him in the muskies of her.


He growled and licked and kissed and pulled her harder on him fucking her tummy with a cock veiny, purple ,harder than hard...THICK.

...she kept him pinned....they had an hour after all.

RB.

Sitting down to a salted caramel cupcake from Honey & Milk, she smiled to herself.
It wasn't difficult to get lost in the share that had just been.
How he knew her . The more decadent yet, subtle in flavour a dessert , the greater the probability she would like.

And the same applied in their share.

Subtle.
Tease.
Buildup.

There was no doubt where their sessions would lead. The taste was there, the palate refined , a lusty awakening as lips brushed, parted and lingered.

Musky manliness matched by womanness heady, opium like... both welcoming of a caress insistent on pleasing without intruding, a mouth hungry without hurry , a snug loving fit where hips are guided and a hardness finds a tight warm wetness always sort.

She licked the generous caramel icing that topped the cupcake and didn't mind that it messed as she sighed with satisfaction.


RB.

Witty with a wicked sense of dry humor.

But underlying that lightness of interaction shared with the world, was a character deep, set, observant and ...extremely stubbornly successful, to the beat of his own drum.

That subconscious niggle of something, indescribable. Attractive. Appealing....it drew her.

His responses to her messages had her rolling on the floor.
Her comment a serious one. His response most unexpected, taking it to another level, definitely appropriate and funny as hell.

And thus....

"Your drink of choice?"
She told him nothing special as she didn't drink but, if wine or champagne was on offer, the crispier and dryer, the better .

She loved how men who knew who they were, unpretentious and comfortable in all they were, knew to weedle their way into her lusty needs, awakening a passion , a desire for a mind and body love affair.

She loved moments sincere. Games unsettled her and so from the word go , there was no doubt a special sort of compatibility was going to happen.

He, not used to her leading ways.
She, being the woman she was making him experience something a little different.

...and he let go.

The comfort in each others nakedness, that break to go take a naartjie out the fridge to munch on and refresh, conversation that held her captive.
He was her sort. She could feel she could learn quite a bit from him...and she told him she too would get to that level he spoke about when she turned 125.

He laughed.

And when she asked him would he take her back to her place or was he going to "love" her more, he asked..

"What am I missing?"...and the bedroom became a playground of a man possessive, controlling and....taking. grunting snd groaning. Hard and gentle....caring and selfish

...she let go.

He did take her home. At that time of morning a taxi was not appropriate and both of them barefoot to walk to the parking lot as if it were the most natural thing ever.
Two grown ass people being exactly who they were...she loved the unpretentious.

He had earned his stripes in life and she couldn't wait to earn just as many as he had.

Falling asleep she wondered if he would look her up again.

She hoped he would.

RB.

Thoughts far far away, comfortably laying on the sofa.

The connect of the imagery with the lingering body satisfaction, scent strong...conversation held, telling.

Could one so easily surrender to a share without doubt? Without question?...especially if the go to is always one tarnished with prejudice and so called sweeping truths that, in actual fact, are no different to everyday life where things get swept under the carpet and a blind eye is turned to the "foolery" all households are prone too.

That lying partner.
That cheating partner.

She thought, how laughable the prissy judgement of the biggest perpetrators when it came to minds engaged in matters of flesh ...lusty, debaucherous...even if just in missionary or just a rub and tug.

Grin.

The problem was not from her side but, rather from the gent who felt his Infatuation with their bedroom love affair was the answer to his next step in life...that which he had missed out on.

SEX. A woman who eventually understood him. Made him feel like a KING.

That part was not the issue.

The problem being, was he another one of those who could not see further than the uninhibited sexsensual engagement he dared to surrender to....just because he was in a safe space and he dared, without feeling judged ?

And so she let him be.

A great believer that good partnerships could happen when least expected.
What society may say?
Well. Looking in, society didn't have a track record worthy of a dime, nevermind to bet ones last dollar on the hypocrisy everybody bought into and, comfortably flirted with and promoted as a "truth".

She would let him court her. Just as she would any man , even though she had met him as a man paying for sexsensual favors and she had pleased him with hours of sexsensual pleasure.

Life was without guarantee anyway. So, why cheat it of impossibilities most possible?

Is that what many called a miracle?

She was a great believer of what you sow you reap.

RB.

"I don't think you shall enjoy what I have to offer." She had responded.

It had all sounded too sexual. Even the tease a request for a lapdance, a striptease ...the focus sexual of pussy and tits on display , rubbed and fingered.

Nothing wrong with that, she had told him but, did he know to surrender to the gentle passion of sensual seduction.

Erotica.

She smiled, thinking to herself how very few understood the magic of erotica. The art , the implication...the inference of what could happen.

Aroused through suggestion.

A sort of manipulation of the mind, painting pictures with words before anything else might happen....before an eye to eye.

And so she began to share her offerings and he said he wanted to try.

When he had walked away the first time, she knew he did not know how he felt. It was easy to pick up on energies. His wad neither here nor there.

But she knew he would be back. She knew he had to find out if he liked it.
He had been like a fish out of water.
The novelty of it all had taken him aback and yet, he couldn't stop thinking about it.
So he had told her on his return.

She saddled herself on the arch of his foot, her softness and asshole snuggly placed.
He winced as if hurt and whispered "...fuck...."
And so she leaned forward and lay her frame on his leg and reached for his shaft and balls.

And with each motion of her hand that slid up and down, so she slipped and slid along his foot and leg.

Slow.
Long.
Unrushed.


"...if I had to fuck you, " she said. " we would take it nice and slow. A true cowgirl I would be . A slight trot to bounce myself up and down, up and down..."

It didn't stop there. She taunted and teased him with many another suggestive pose and idea and on and on it went.

A comfort found and eventually understood.

Erotica...the seduction.


RB.

It was sexy and comfortable.

She had mentioned to him the ludicrous price of strawberries. That a punnet cost over R100 .
Grapes another one of those fruits priced beyond affordability.

And there he was, at her door, grapes and strawberries in hand, dressed in t-shirt, trackpants and flops, freshly showered and

"No underpants."He said smiling at her and stopping to kiss her ever so gently...perfect in the linger.
Soft.
Asking.
Hungry.

She too, had made very little effort when it came to dress code.

"A g-string will do tonight." He had said.

She complied.

And so, she was naked before he was.
The gentleness, the caressing, hands neither intrusive nor prodding, a tease to bring on a soft warm womanly wetness...desirous.

She lay looking up at him.

"Some strawberries and grapes?" He asked.

"Yes please....and some of you too." She answered.

He stood up..."like this?" Pulling his tracks down , letting his cock free...
Hard
Solid
Shaft...balls just as tight.

She let him feed her grapes and strawberries and his manliness

She fed him too.

The sweet nectar of a woman's desire to be pleased.

They both ate.

Eden. Paradise. Very few words
..and lots of loving.

Grapes and a punnet of strawberries and gentle sensual erotic loving.

She liked his sort.


RB.