not shy...rather conservative.

(internet - French postcards from 1920)

To set the tone...do listen and read....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC5OR4S5qX0



"...why so shy?" She asked, looking at him quizzically.
"Not at all.." a slight pause, "...more conservative, i would say."
"In that case, let us work on it..." she said, dropping her gaze. 
It was as if in the hiding of her eyes the room filled with a sensuality...electrical...raw...her moves became very deliberate...slow...her hands reaching out toward him...fingers extended, hungrily, looking to eat his flesh...and when they did make contact...ever so slight...ever so light...he winced, as if in extreme pain...his scrotum contracted and his shaft hardened harder than it was already...a mast calling for her attention.
He felt as if his whole frame was a solid plank of contorted muscles...his mind whizzing with the uncertainty as to what was expected of him.
"Breath my sweet..." she whispered, " breath...let go...allow my energy to flow through my touch and ignite your sensual core...i can feel it...hiding..."...her voice trailed off.
It sounded so absurd yet, he understood what she wanted and allowed his mind to drop...drop into an erotic comfort where he was the main subject of an experiment he had willingly given in to.
He wanted her to coax him out of his shell...his wholeness yearned...begged to be released...to be liberated from the high walls society had placed around him.
He wanted her to show him true surrender...to lay splayed...yes splayed for her to do as she pleased...to eat him any way she pleased,  gorge herself with every part of his manliness....allow her imagination to take him beyond the realm of the expected...accepted... 
At one point he became so aware of himself...it was all her doing, creating the confident comfort to be led by her suggestions...
"Look at yourself...look how beautiful u are..." seeing the passionate appreciation of his surrender in her eyes.

...and yes, he felt beautifully erotic...so alive...

On his way home his thoughts were lost...engaged in nothingness...a sexy serenity had settled in his mind. The world had not changed but, it felt as if a new dimension had come into being and he was at the start of a new found contentment that would know to bring colour, back into his life.
His tie was hanging loose, his jacket lay on the seat next to him...his car purred , a satisfied grunt of power as he put his foot on the accelerator...in tune with a man content, a man devoured...a man freed of the shackles of a mind conservative yet, still within the realm of the natural pleasures of erotic kinkiness. 

RB.