....and so the kiss has caught many a gents imagination and has spurred mine on.

How my lips have been played with.

Those teases... and just as I wish to surrender my mouth to a kiss, so to be withheld and have me gasping.

When wanting to feather a mouth with mine, forbidden be such pleasure leaving me yelping and my lips burning with unrequited kisses.

Ooooh....my bottom lip bitten ever lightly ...a tongue inquisitive yet, non-intrusive.

And in all that play the body begins to melt, press into each other.

A womanness wet.

A manliness hard.

Controlled and passionate for once my mouth be taken...so my body knows to surrender.


Aaaah....to know to kiss ...what an art that is.


RB.

It didn't make sense to want to change anything.

It didn't make sense to take the lead. A softness had settled, a complete yielding to his ways.

His lips on the inner part of her thigh, the softest part...that part so close to her womanness.

His attentiveness gentle and passionate and in tune with the ebbs and rise of deep lusty feelings as he moved his mouth from her pubic bone to her tummy, his hands ever massaging....no, rather feeling and cupping and holding and....there were no words to describe the journey they traced... in the arch of her back picking her belly closer to his mouth, gently squeezing her breasts making her pip hard nippled that much morr prominent to suck and nibble, cup the nape of her neck to tease kiss her moaning mouth, pull her hair gently forcing her head back to run his tongue on her exposed neck.....


....spread her legs......

They say it is called a yoni massage.

What a silly name she thought to herself, dropping deeper in the pleasure of his pleasuring her.

It was a mind, body and pussy worship...and that was the last thought she cared to allow in her head as she yielded to the dribble of hot oil, trickling all-over, between, around, spilling over, sliding down to her ass and then his hands , full hand movements, cupping, spreading,....doing their magic making soft even softer, warm turn in searing heat and a swelling welcome the calling card for his mouth and tongue....


There was no reason to change anything other than sink deeper in the pleasure and allow him to feast.

RB.

"OH....hold on dear one. Why the rush...? " said she as she stepped away from his rushed hands , unfeeling...more like a grope, a lusty teenager trying to capture the essence of what 'sex' might be.

And to assure him he was not being reprimanded she kept his firmness in her hand...tight.

"Fuck. Woman...I want those tits."

"Slowly tiger...these tits shall be yours in a little while."

And so she swayed toward him, cock still in hand...the music taking them to a place far, where every note, every beat gave the moment life, nothing earthly ...losing themselves in each others eyes....

Close

Close


Cloooossssse.

Neither breathing.

Her tits to press to his chest...cock still in hand, and then to inhale the scent of each other .....that near non detectable muskiness of lovers hungry...still gazing into each others eyes as their lips locked.

She closed her eyes and let herself go....in her surrender he understood.

Time need not be rushed.

In the slowing down so it seemed to last and last .....

and

last.

RB.

Oh! To be shy with you.
Coyly to snuggle into your embrace... my nipples pressed to your chest.
My head tilted for your lips to take mine.

I feel your body yield as does mine and somewhere there....in that yield.....we find each other.

I sense your need and you know mine. I sense your lust and I show you mine.

I wrap my arms around your neck and whisper....

"Pull me closer....please. "


I want you to feel every inch of my nakedness along the length of yours. I want you to hear me hold my breath and feel me further drop, drop....drop in the heat of the moment between you and I.

I want you to feast on my mouth....gently.

Cup my ass cheeks , near feeling my womanness burning for your attention.

I need to tell you I am wanton, wenchlike thirsty for your hardness, your manliness.

And in our shyness , our uncertainty of how to take and share but, not overstep the boundaries to become "lovers" for an hour and for you to walk away smiling and me left humming.

Yep.....it is good to be shy with those that are shy too. It puts us on equal footing...and whoever says that cannot be, is a fool.

RB.

Oooooo....

The forbidden fruit , the sweet nectar of a woman spoilt by the touch of tender hands, the flick of his tongue, a gentle nibble of a nipple hard, kisses slow....soft...unrushed.

The trace of her ass, length of thigh
..all the way down her calf to her ankles...with his warm breath.

To kneel between her spread legs, place his hands on her hips and arch her upward...the curve of the small.of her back, exposing her womaness from an angle behind.......

He had to turn her around

Wanting to mount her....missionary....the lust controlled .

He didn't.

She went on her knees.and pressed her ass into his torso, holding his solid shaft in her hand between her legs ....massaging his torso with her bum cheeks in tune with the cool soulful sounds emanating from the room next door.

"Pull my hair. Gently....."

He did...pushing his cock hard into her grasp...his balls slapping against her wetness.

"....you wanna ride me....?"


RB.

How much more womanly could I feel than standing in All my naked glory ...oh yes, i forgot...in heels , for his gaze.

Were there fleeting seconds of insecurity flashing through my head...so exposed for him to pick up on any blemishes, sag of bosom, womanly mound of tummy, thighs fit, butt fuller....yep.

But feeling sexy in those imperfections I have always worn confidently...and most definitely my hefty bum cheeks.

I had to saunter toward him and ask why such a hard cock?

Why the mast of a shaft?

Could it be that he liked my tits?

Was it my ass...?....turning around and bending down as if to touch my toes..
Exposing a glimpse of my womanness nestled between my thighs.

Oh! Did i love the hungry look in his eyes as stepped into him.

"Devour me.....please."

There was no rush . There was no prodding, there was no groping there was no porn....there was a lover taking a lover.

Slippery.
Sensuous.
Soft.
Hard.
Deep.
Slow.
Gripped.
....released.



And one could still say it was a "fucking" intimate lovers share to be remembered and repeated many a time over.

RB.

A nervous laugh.

Soft eyes....gentle eyes...telling eyes.

In that moment I knew one session would not be enough.

How could it be?

He wanted so much more than "RB" was in a session.

There was no problem with being erotic.
Kinky.
Sensual....receptive.

There definitely was no judgement , never is....no expectation, never is.

If anything, that double edge sword to be THAT .... even 50% some of what RB was imagined to be and possibly expected to be.

He was a special case....an enigma desired due to words written and shared.

A kindred spirit ...one yearning for Sensual seduction, to be a man seen a lover appreciated...an awakening of ALL he knew he was.

Those soft eyes swallowed me...his touch welcomed me.


A moment too fleeting....too little shared....too much to even try share in the tick tock of a ticking hour.

To still kiss.
Touch.
Lay....where did the time go?


I wonder if he shall return and me mine again.....sigh.

RB.

Who says it is a given how one should lay on the bed when the only thing on one's mind is to pleasure.
Be pleasured...not only by touch, or taste , or scent


But sight....from an angle different where being naked and entwined and spread is such that to taste, or just look ,or just touch or just lay back ...worked.

Him, propped up on a pillow so to see better, touch within delicious reach so his hands could cup, rub, massage, spread...slip and slide....slip and slide


In.

Out.

In......warm, wet, soft ..contracting around a finger or two or...three....that sexy womanness of hers.

She to lay back, her head in the oppositedirection.
Then to move on
Her side...
On her knees her ass facing him....it didn't matter.

They sweated.
Moaned.
Grunted and coaxed each other.

No rush .

A slow tortuous tease ...his hardness being slid, gripped , swallowed...and not once by her pussy.

That?

That was the easiest. To fuck each other.

And neither wanted to fuck.

Well...at least not in the first hour....and then a fuck it was not.

Deep....hard....slow.....stay there...feel the swallow, grip...of a pussy wanton and hungry to explode over and over.

And thus to grind and grind....and grind.

Missionary.

Ontop of her...commanding, taking.



Lovers rather than strangers finding each other for a short period of time being without inhibitions or excuse to "love" each others sexual sensuality.

And, it happened the minute she opened the door and, he stepped in.

RB.