She lay there, feeling quite tired. It had been a long day and the evening outing, the relaxing vibe made her let go even more.

To sit back.
Listen.
Enjoy and absorb his energy, his telling of travels he had just come from.
He knew her well and what might interest her and thus to tell her, in a fashion just like a journalist would, what the world looked like on the other side.

All the time his fingers caressing her arm, and under the table his leg pressed to hers.

And on following him into his hotel room smelt one of her favourite perfumes...First...and laughed softly.

"You know you didn't have to."

"I know I never have to but , it is one of my guilty pleasures..." handing her the gift.

They stood facing each other and their lips knew only to meet and, each to surrender to the other.

"Lay for me." He said.
"Tonight is my night."

Placing her gift on the table she allowed him to bend down and take her heels off.

A stocking at a time.

Sliding his hands under her dress to remove her panty.

...rubbing her inner thigh, all the way up to her womanly softness.

Standing straight, hoisting her dress above her head and once again to say

"Lay."

She did. Watching him undress.
Watching him release his hardness from his pant...knowing she would have to do nothing but surrender and when the time was right, straddle him and take over.

But...late late into the ever did his tease continue and at no point to allow her to straddle him .

In fact it was his night of kama sutra his way....and she arched and moaned and gripped him harder and closer into all that defined her as the lover she was.

RB.

He came with an intent.

She met him with an intent.

Not that they were not on the same page, it was just that more time was required than initially anticipated.

And so where her play and tease, her engagement of loving his body, his lips....his mind remained unrushed, his had not yet been addressed and so he said...

"Let's make it two hours...?"

From being the lead lover , taking , heightening her passion and need of him ..to surrender and allow him to work his magic.

A man who understood the linger of a hand, the softness of lips travelling areas of a woman's body without engaging the warmth and wetness between her thighs.

A man who , when eventually knowing to part milky thighs loved to absorb through look, scent before taste and touch....

Eventually the two hours too seemed too short.

It was the beginning and the door had been opened...what was to come was an enigma for the intensity shared of mind and body left them both a little dazed

RB.

It was inevitable.

From that first time, his softness, his eagerness captivating her spirit...that part she let fly free, absorbing and aware.

It never worried her that her energies would be depleted nor that the man entering her space, may be of a nature draining.

In fact, it felt as if her energies never ebbed and she embraced that will and desire to open the door to another's deep sense of sensuality, that heartbeat of being human, that need even if lustful...to be recognised and acknowledged.

He had a kink...a kink society would look in on and try shame and belittle.

She had a kink and cared not what society thought.

And so when those soft lips of his planted their first gentle hello and his hug took her hug hard and closer into him, she knew their journey was one of connection.

She told him it could never be the same. There was no thought as to how it may have been the first time.

It was about the now.

They loved each other. The kink taking a second seat. The touch of flesh , kissing and inhaling of each others personal musky lustiness, positions taken without coital engagement but rather the discovery of body to body "kisses".

It was a special reuniting.

It was exactly how it was meant to be from that first meet.

Sex was not the purpose...acknowledgemnt of a man hungry to be passionate in his expression through play , was.

And she reveled in his finding himself and heightening her passion and desire for him.

RB.

Aaaaah! My aquaman!

A giant in height, size...demeanor.

I have written about him before.

I love that he is not aware how gorgeous he is, and laughs most heartily when I tell him so.

It ain't about his eyes that are most beautiful, or his easy smile...welcoming, even though towering over my 1.88m (with stilettos).

It is how he makes me feel.

A man MAN...and intentionally to take my heels off to shrink in height before him and have him envelope me as if I am the only woman on this fine planet.

The surrender to me, the engagement with me, the sincerity....makes him a purple lover most adored.

I always talk about the surrender to the experience, the trust to let go to what shall be ours.

No matter how many times this MAN, this beautiful soul crosses my threshold, I love that he takes my breath away and makes me laugh with no care in the world.

He is...aquaman...he is magical. In his demeanor is goodness that I feed off and absorb to the very core of what beats in my being.

RB.

You want to know about a "love affair "?

A purple one dusted with sparks of flirtatious passion.
From direct messaging to whatsapp to emails.

A taste of courting , old style...a engagement of imagination, photos speaking beyond the image captured, words spilling with heat, a reveal of the desire to be more than just woman and man.

Lovers.

Never met.


Strangers.

By the time the door opened and he stepped across the doorstep, the look was deeper than a French kiss could ever be. His hands cupping her face and placing the softest gentlest of kisses on her lips.

She felt an instant need to let go. Let go to the messages, emails...correspondence that had been theirs.

They both knew what it was all about and no time to waste nor over analyse what was to be.

Her nakedness was his to pleasure and enjoy.

His manliness was for her to taste and swallow... deep within the womanliness soft, pulsating...swollen in the best of ways where his tongue and touch had made her arch , sink back deep into the bed, wrap her legs round his neck , waist...legs.

It was even an arch from behind, griding her ass cheeks against his shaft sliding between them....his balls slapping back and forth against her womanness.

Sweat built up slowly.
Sighs were long and deep and moans plenty.


A courting over weeks....an hour "love affair" most royal.

RB.

"What does it mean you going to fuck me stupid?" He asked looking at her , not with soft eyes.

Quite guarded.

"This..." she said stepping toward him," oh... By the way...if you going to waste your time and money by holding back then do i stop right now..?"
Standing so close to him so that her nipples just, just kissed his skin, looking up at him, already sensing his passion build, locking her gaze on his mouth.

" Kiss me gently...please."

His hands went to her hips, hers around his neck , but neither moved.

Hot.
Throbbing...heartbeat and the desire in her softness less obvious than the throb in his shaft.

It started off soft lips on soft lips.
She parted hers slightly.
His grip on her hips tightened and he begun to pull her ever so slightly toward him.
"Aaaaah...your cockhead..."she said, trailing off as she began to lick his lips from corner to corner...taking his bottom lip between her teeth...

" Shall I fuck you stupid?" She asked, his bottom.lip still between her teeth,his hands grinding her body into his hardness.

And as she let go of his lip so she began to slide down to her knees..a trail of wetness where his cockhead had been making it's way between her tits , the precum telling that it had just begun...his surrender was definite.

No waste of his time or money.

RB.

"Don't drown me in oil. You know I am not a huge fan feeling like I have been basted." He said laying on his tummy, wanting a massage first before the fun....his cock and balls bent backwards, visible between his slightly spread legs.

She hadn't seen him for some time, a straightforward sort, direct....and passionate as hell.
The sort that made her think of the saying "still waters run deep".

This time around she oiled herself first. No oil on him. Just enough so there would be no friction between her nakedness and his....

She didn't ask him to look as she started oiling her legs from ankles, up between her thighs , cupping her pussy and going round her firm hefty bum bum...and so the other leg, once again to cup her pussy and massage the oil in the other bum cheek.

Those bum cheeks of hers would definitely feature in the massage.

And then to caress her breasts with just enough oil, teasing her nipples into a pip hardness.

She didn't as him to look. She knew he was aware of what she was doing. It turned him on. His dick displaying the pleasure of his thoughts and imagination.

She smiled enjoying the hardening she witnessed as well as the clenching of his bum cheeks as he slightly arched upward due to the discomfort felt of a hard dick bent back.

...and before she decided to begin that tease of herself with his body, at the same time giving him the sport massage he always demanded, she climbed onto the plinth, between his legs, reached forward....said "...up a little.." and gently clasped his manly hardness with one hand.
His arch upward was instant, the moan deep and drawn out.

In that position she kept him for quite a while...attending to his buttocks, his calves, his lower back, mid back...up his rhomboids and more...and all the time ensuring to keep his cock hard not only with her hands but tits, ass , legs and more.
Nothing traditional about the sport massage on that day.

She worked his muscles in ways he had forgotten and she edged him until he aaaaaaahed!!!! A fountain of cum....

A direct man he was.

On leaving, he smiled at her and simply said, " You the best".

He must have meant it because when she went to put the envelope away , the donation was extremely generous.

RB.

She hadn't seen him for quite some time.

Their calendars just didn't correspond. In all that time she kept him hooked.

Responding to his infrequent messages with flirty suggestive teases and...once back in town dropped a little something for him to drool over.

"See you 11am," he said.

The fantasy was a "view" from a different angle.

And before jumping in the shower to freshen up, he made her lean against the wall, face forward, hands above her head...and like a policeman, run his hands up her heeled, stockinged, slightly spread legs, all the way up up...up.

The thrill of his hands on her legs, made the tingle between her thighs intense and a throb deep within began awaken.

Pressing himself against her, pressing her into the wall he whispered...
"Don't undress until I get back"

She made no effort to move away from the wall. She felt paralyzed with lust.

She wanted him to tell her what next.

And when he did emerge from the shower, to lay on the bed , head closest to her and said...

"Turn around. Undress for me but , come closer. I want to look up at your nakedness."
And as she took off the dress, her lingerie...standing in g-string, stockings and heels he instructed her to turn around so her ass was in his face...and to remove her itsy bitsy black g-string and to bend fwd so he could see her womanness nestled.

That was just the beginning.

Then came the request to have her on knees on the bed...arched,so he could take in the view from behind...all the time gently caressing her skin, a feathering of her nestled wetness ...nothing more.

A man turned on by sight, touch and jerking his cock off ....sometimes on her tits, her stomach, legs and this time all over her stockinged feet....standing behind her , enjoying watching her massage her juiciness to explode just as she said

"NOW..." and he grunted and she moaned.

Wet were the sole of her feet as he held onto her hips to steady himself from slumping on her and, wet were her fingers as she continued to cup her warm womanness.

RB

His smile shook her.

Monosyllabic he was....but that smile spoke magic.
That was in person.
She should have known it would be no different, considering the mystery, the draw to him was his complimentary gentlemanly way via messaging.

Very endearing in the way he complimented her. Designed to intrigue. Draw in.

She was.smitten for a second. Not with emotion but rather at the surprise of who he turned out to be.
Her heart pumped fast , her eyes glazed with lust and she cared not that he could read her like an open book.

He held her close, caressed her nakedness with his, at all time lightly brushing his hardness against her....taunting her.

He kissed her soft . Gentle. Coaxing her backward to pin her against the wall, without force...neither moved, simply absorbing each others need , sexual energy.

"You are my sort..." He said.

"That you are..." She replied

And nothing more was spoken...meaning not that the moans and groans and grunts and sighs were not words in their own right.

It was where legs knew to wrap a man strongly into a womanly warm softness.
It was where a man had no other ambition but to yield to invitation of a lover giving and receiving.

The kiss between them on his departure spoke a thousands words and when he left she felt a serenity that dictated the Sunday afternoon had to be a lazy one of nothing more than deep napping and being lost to the realities the world at large.

RB.

Was it because he was on the other side?

Looking in.

A taking off of clothes becoming a strip...tease.

Their connection had transcended the virtual chatting they had initially engaged in.

The adage about two souls, one destiny... kindred spirits will find each other.

A slow burn of passions deep. Words deliberately chosen. Each aware the effects of such.

And so, him sitting, sipping his wine, she playing to his desire of worshipping her womanliness

Slowly Slowly the lust had reached the peak they both wanted .

Each little slip of garments light, fingers feathery, a mouth slightly open, legs spread just enough to reveal the nakedness that had been shielded from his eyes.

She knew not to hurry, nor wanted to. She wanted to revel in his gaze . She wanted her image to be imprinted in his mind.

She imagined what it would be like should he have been behind. The feel of his touch. The warmth of his closeness.

The desire of his hardness.

And....that is what spurred her on.

Nipples revealed. The drop of the slip to the floor....

And there She stood in all her naked glory and allowed him to worship her.

A lover virtual. A kindred spirit of all things sensual, seductive...out of reach.

RB.