Agitated.
Angered.
Impatient and a little rude.
She wondered why...he had been a little offish on the phone and she wondered if their evening was going to be a regrettable waste of time.

He brushed past her and she held her breath.
When he looked at her, she looked back.
She did not smile.
She did not greet him.

He looked at her. She stood there.

He clicked.
He blinked.
His shoulders sagged and he said
"Sorry. Just had a shit afternoon."

She stepped into him. Hugged him and he hugged her back like she had not been hugged in a long long time.
A gentle bear hug. Tired. Needing that hug back. Slumping into her , shaping himself into her form.

He needed comfort.

There and then she gave it to him.
She cupped his face and kissed his lips.
Softly.
Gently.
She rubbed her face against his and invited him with a whisper...

"Love me. Dinner can wait."

They had 4 hours after all.

A hungry teddybear he was. Keen to engage and rush.
She slowed him down, led him, controlled him, had her pleasure with him, teased him, edged him...

Demanded his surrender to the moment rather than the awareness of everything he hankered for.

And when they stepped out to dinner, it was like true lovers who had discovered each other in a moment that could have gone all wrong yet, didn't.

As they say...it takes two to tango and theirs was a a perfect pairing on that eve.

RB.

His hands knew her hips from occasions before.
The droop of her breast. The pip hardness of her nipples.
Ass cheeks that willingly pressed and teased his hardness, him knowing that was as far as it would go...her ass cheeks teased and taunted his hardness nothing more.
She made it clear not every hole was "for sale ".
And
"Yes I know ." He would tell her as he pressed his cock and balls against her cheeks and felt her bum bums tighten.

They trusted each other but, no harm confirming and affirming that boundaries laid, were not forgotten.
It led to sessions with a natural flow. It led to a feeling of being lovers...trusted.

This time he had her on her knees, ass high in the air ...a wonderful view.

All he wanted to do was caress her.

Softly.
Slowly.
Massage her womanness , the inner softness of her thighs...
Place himself behind her , massaging her hips, waist, her back.

" your cock is so inviting ." She said between moans and sighs of pleasure, enjoying the sight of his manliness as she looked between her spread legs.
"Let me stand up." She told him, hoisting herself on her hands looking back at him.
" I need to taste myself..." and with that he offered her one of his hands letting her lick her juices.
"I love the taste of me." As she sucked his fingers.

"So do i." Getting off his knees, allowing her to stand up too.

"Kiss me." He said....and bfr she did he smeared his mouth with her wetness on his other hand.

A syrupy womanly nectar they both loved.

It was going to be a slow slow love affair that evening.

RB.

Tragedies.
Globally.
The plight of a cause.
What cause?
The frustration ...something like having the tiger by the tail.


She needed to love. Like absorb another soul. Feast on it.
Her mouth kissed deep . Sucking him into her.
His hands she guided to the dripping heat between her thighs...
Hitching her one leg round his waist she rode his fingers....deep.
Clutching him hard.
Pressing her tummy against a hardness she knew she would ride.
But first her frustration needed to be appeased in a way different.
She needed to taste the whole of him. Smell his scent, lick parts of him he had never imagined would be licked .
On the bed they went.
She straddled him, hands above his head and began her feasting.
Biting gently into his throat, the Adam's apple , his nipples teased, his armpits licked...making him moan and beg for mercy.
She kissed his moans into silence, she dropped her weight full length on him, she teased his hardness with her thigh, she arched her ass, he gripped it.
She slid s..l..o..w..l..y intentionally wanting to face fuck his cock after the feel of her soft breast.
The slap of his cock as it bounced off her chin. The hardness against her cheek, her tongue beginning its run of balls puckered , shaft skin tight.
She controlled him, commanded him, ordered him.
She was venting . The frustration of all things pushed beyond acceptable and reasonable.
He understood her.
Let her and then climbed ontop of her as she slumped on the bed next to him in a pool of sweat and he began to love her softly, gently deeply.

She let go and gripped his Cock, every stroke reciprocated and moan met.

She lost herself into their world and let go of the painful frustration she felt for all else that was burning .

RB.

Dinner.

Sitting and smiling to herself.

It was quite sexy what he said and she wondered if it was a line out a porn movie.

"Your body was made to be fucked."

Quite crude in a way she thought but, in a moment of passion being bent like a pretzel was even possible and "crude" sounded so sexy.


She smiled and continued to savour the delicate dishes of fine dining she was being treated to.

She would ask him later, if it was a line from a porn movie.

RB.

"What do you mean you don't fuck? Is sex not fucking?"

She smiled, wrapped herself a little closer around his nakedness and said

" shhhhh...." kissing him softly into silence.

" You asked what turns me on? Why I say I don't fuck..."

And she slowed him down, denying him to touch her wetness or grope at her breasts.

"Slow down gorgeous..."

Dripping of oils.
Tickles and caresses and travelling lips in places he had never imagined.
Her dominance a little unnerving for him and, she could feel it.

Standing tall above him, she guided his hands and said...
"Feel me."

She looked deep into his eyes and he asked her "are you OK?"

A strange one she thought but, she knew her eyes were soft and the lust obvious and maybe a change for him, who was used to paying for a fuck a little chit chat without much connection.

Energy . He was all about energy...and so was she.

" ...do you want me to stop?"

Their positions had changed.

"No..."

As she had told him.
Sex a generic term.
Fucking, absolutely a thing when loving becomes intense, and more and more and deeper and deeper is desired.

Sex.
Loving.
Fucking.


She smiled and bid him goodbye and looked fwd to his next visit.

He was just too gorgeous.

RB.

Humor.

It started off with a request for info. It progressed to conversations.

It turned to naughty ...

And he said

" You do know you are giving me a tingle in my dingle, a

bongle in my dongle."

She knew he was her sort such silly sexiness.

Yep.
Endearing and silly.

"That pie and cappuccino date...on your bonnet...of your car...I mean" he smiled.

He said he was a little shy, not sure of himself. Would she show him what worked.

What happened was a natural flow of events.
A "date" where kisses soft, gentle persuasion, moans confirming, gripping slips and slides.

He needed no instruction. He was a lover engaging, sure and certain exactly as lovers know to be when comfortable and welcomed.

He was a serious catch and she knew any lady who caught his heart was gonna be treated like the princess she is.

RB.


Side note: I told you I would .

The "fluffing" not needed this time around. Not meaning it in a negative way. Anything first time needs a bit of fluffing to settle the nerves

They had met bfr and , considering the comfort and natural ease experienced in the first encounter, it was a reunion of 3 of the naughtiest opened minded , on the same page, boy and girls.

He, meeting her, as she climbed out the uber black, ordered by him ( he said much safer and should she wish to indulge in an extra drink, uber was best) , in his "Wednesday" Adams outfit ( he loved that black and white look). The feel of the texture of a flowing black skirt ...she meeting him with sincere happiness and joy.

And as black and slightly white was his Adam's Wednesday's outfit, out came her partner in crime in a breezy flowy white pant and shirt outfit...to cool for school she was, as always.

They were an awesome duo. Still getting to know each other but, when something is natural, non pretentious, on a level of "as is", the pleasure experienced and shared, is a given , a guarantee.

When it came to these 3...
Food always to feature.
Drinks. Well. In moderation
And cigars should one wish to light one.

A dress change! For all three....mind you, should anybody have looked in and thought the boy was not sure of his preferences or had an identity crisis, would be mildly surprised to realise being a cross dresser made him no less the boy he was, nor any confusion as to preference.
Fetishes and kinks.
Kinks and fetishes.

And with that dress change, came out the naughty.
A bed prepared for threesome fun.

No.
Not the pornstar sort of sucky sucky, fucky fucky.
Not the sort of exaggerated moans and groans and positions and poses.

Not the sort of threesome where girl would go down on girl, nor boy would go down on girl.

This was a thing where he lay back...was definitely the king of his castle and play and please, edge and tease, a wink and some kink....the duo interacting, taking lead from each other, in the most sensual of ways had him gasping and begging to "stop! Stop! I am too close."

The energy as her hands interacted with her partners hands, the one she called "too cool for school", was a mindfuck.
The words whispered,coaxing....had them laughing too.

The strapon did come out.

"The small one please." A virgin to pegging, he was....yet, not a virgin to having his ass and asshole enjoyed.

Yep.
A huge difference in prostate play and milking and pegging.

It definitely is an art, a trust won, a sharing and surrender and agreed upon by all parties concerned.

The last time there was lots of cum.

This time the fountain was even more generous.

She and her partner...their duo smiled in satisfaction ,just like the Cheshire cat in Alice in wonderland....

What a wonderland it had been.

And she thought...an engagement worthy of many a curious gents consideration and time.



RB.

A gorgeous man.
Full of smiles and laughter and...teeth and ....hair. A hairy man. She loved it.

A happy face. An open face. His hug close, sincere and , in the moment.
She could feel his energy. It fed her liking of him.
It made it easy for her to absorb him, lose herself in the caress of his body, every kiss of his nakedness, every flick with her tongue of his ball sac , every inhale of his manly scent.
To lay her length on him...slowly, slowly and hear the soft moan. To remind him no sudden movements... after all they did not want to regret anything and certain slips and slides could be disastrous.
His hands gentle on her breasts.
A cock sturdy. A cock hard....a womanness soft. A womanness warm.

A generous soul in more ways than one and she thought to herself, as he left, how happy she was that he never gave up on her and eventually they got to share in a moment planned long long LONG ago.
Mind you, it was supposed to have been in another city...and there he was, in her city and she his choice for carnal sexsensual pleasures.


How lucky was she!

RB.

How many know to play?

That dribble of precum not an invitation to fuck but, rather, a further pleasurable invitation to continue in a moment of gentleness.
Passionate.
More than just absorbing.
Time stopping.
Words, if spoken, sounding random, whispered, moanful, near nonsensical because the flesh speaks volumes through the sensation of touch.

A gaze that looks beyond ones soul, to the very being of who one is, the courage to allow that look to pierce deeper and deeper....the discomfort , the uncertainty, the shyness dissipating....a surrender sort...welcomed.

To dare to be led, to dare to dribble and drip, grunt and growl, moan and sigh....be a hungry lusty wanton man.
To be slowed down, shown, controlled.
To know to take control without boarish prodding ways but, rather be that sensual lover who, when the time is right ....will know that desire to slip ever ever so slowly , rub ever ever so closely a shaft hard everywhere but, deep within a wetness soft, swollen, warm, inviting....just as much wanton and lusty as that slippery womanness...is worthy of a wait for another time.

Play.

Erotic.

Sexsensual and worthy of many a repeat before the consideration of a slow deep slide, a penetration purposeful into a tight heavenly wet warmness that shall grip deep and drain every drop needing to be milked and milked and ....milked.

RB.

He looked like a walking advert for one of those men magazines.

Those beard and hair magazines men buy looking to copy and paste that look on themselves and women ogle thinking, what a mighty fine man he is.

The point being, that a look or dresscode should not wear the person as much as the person should wear or carry off the dresscode or look ....because there is where the disconnect can happen and the pretense and obvious hardwork to try and be something else makes it less interesting and appealing.

And as much as he looked polished , just as much was his garb casual and perfectly suited to the manicured hair, beard and mustache .

It was obvious this was going to be a play and tease slow, intense, a magic carpet ride where curiosities niggling needed some attention.

It was obvious she would enjoy losing herself in his scent, a manly opaic perfume that suited him perfectly and had her inhaling every part of his body.

It was obvious his cock and balls would be hers and when arched on all fours to milk his cock slow and, separate those balls from his shaft was the most edible inviting thing ever.

It was obvious she wanted him toilet go and surrender and he...he had taken some time to bite the bullet and be hers.

And when the creaming began and the throb deep within his manliness contacted intensely so she too felt her womanness become wetter and wetter.

What a fascinating thing it is...play unrushed, maddening in its erotic sensuality without the need to hide behind high walls and pretense draining.

A man polished and controlled in look and a curious relaxed surrendered and willing lover behind closed doors.

She loved that sort.

RB.