Mainly Black and White

A further encounter from the anonymous author, which I publish on his behalf.

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For LL

After 'Green' I thought some black and white interspersed with a little color might amuse. These are both studio shots and personal as previously. No trouble with beautiful women as you will see and do see.

I am always entertained, if that's the word by the mundane existence you lead compared with what you might have had. There you are again off over here to Spain. Is there nowhere else? Is there no ambition or desire to see other  places? Or is it that you are not in 'control' of your own destiny.

You once wrote that you like a man to be in control but not controlling. I wonder where he fits into that definition.

On the other hand, of course, your choice of destination may be purely down to funds, or lack of them. That and the controlling element would not have figured if you had chosen a different life.

You didn't partly through cowardice (and maybe fear of your present partner). The invitation to contact was genuine, but again cowardice crept in and you haven't had the courage, yet again. makes little difference as I have a superb life, but after 2 plus years together, I thought you might be mature enough to rise above everything. Obviously not judging by present performance.

Enough of those reflections. Back to the gallery below


Recognize the gown?

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Client shots

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Personal.....

Client shots

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Mainly Personal

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Studio shot

Should I compare you to the other women I have enjoyed? That is a question that may never be answered, but physically they were all outstanding in one way or another and in many cases in all ways. Their desires and abilities varied, but none were naive and not all were 'single' What a great period in my life. Particularly after you had let me down so badly.

So where do you come in the scheme of things? Physically, not that high. Emotionally, quite near the top. That latter comment may surprise you, but it shouldn't in the light of what I have said previously.

Finally, enjoying breakfast and.... the view in Paris, back in 2006. This lady had very recently divorced her French husband and we enjoyed a lovely week together. The venue is in her private back garden in Paris, hence the freedom she is enjoying. I took thsi photo and others after we had made love and showered together. I had her nail marks on my back for a week afterwards! We met again in London, where she stayed over in my old apartment (since sold - it was the one I had when we were together, but never told you about). I was probably right not to wasn't I.

Ciao enjoy the sunshine here, we are!

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright. ©

Annie

A further encounter from the anonymous author, which I publish on his behalf.

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Attention of LL

Something from a long way from England, but it's worth 'squeezing' in. You'll understand that reference later in the narrative.

I have been an inveterate traveler most of my life and the period LL, between your misdeeds and the eventual and our inevitable parting, was no exception.

I had been in the States at the time when on a whim I decided to visit Australia for the first time. That was sometime before I met my wife. I flew from LA to Brisbane and then north to Cairns as I wanted to explore the tropical rain forests e.g The Daintree, etc up there...with a guide, I hasten to add. Those salt water crocs make our alligators in Florida look like pussycats!

So I took the trip and the guide and headed north from Cairns. The guy who was my guide was a real bush man right down to his battered hat and the metal skiff he had laid up alongside the Daintree River. It was a great trip over a couple of days although we were never too far from Cairns. The roads in the Daintree were something else. Blacktop (tarmac) roads ran out after Port Douglas and you were on gravel roads after that. My guide, whose name was Bruce, believe it or not, had a high axle vehicle for our trip and we slept in it as well. Those high axles were needed over some of the creeks.

But I digress from why I am writing this. Eventually after some 6 days in the area I returned to my hotel in Brisbane. I hired a car and decided to spend a few days in northern NSW.

I drove down the coast road taking in Byron Bay, Lennox Head and eventually staying over in Ballina.

Byron Lighthouse

It was there I met Annie. The Aussies are nothing if not straightforward. I had decided on an early meal. Most folk are all tucked up in bed by 9 pm on the Gold Coast and I was thinking it might be the same in Ballina. I opted for a fish restaurant - there's a surprise LL - but the fish is great in Oz and particularly the Snapper and Barramundi. There were few people in the place that early mid week and I had a choice of tables. I chose a two seat table and ordered a Hahns Super Dry. Apart from me, there were two separate elderly couples. Then a young woman walked in and was about to take another table when she heard me place my drinks order, with my then English accent.

As I said the Aussies are upfront and this lady was certainly that as she asked if she could join me. I was a little taken aback, but agreed and said I could do with the company so far from home. Naturally, we got to talking about where my home was and before long we were into a long and very enjoyable conversation. I mentioned previously that this lady, Annie, was upfront in her approach. That wasn't the only thing about her that was upfront and straining at her top! It was hard not to glance down in that direction during the meal.

Annie suggested she show me some of the local sights the following day and said she would meet me in the foyer of my hotel in the morning. We made an early start, due to the heat later in the day, and under her guidance headed into the hinterland and up into the nearby mountain range. We climbed up via a reasonably winding road and from the lookout point had a view over a large chunk of that part of NSW and eventually to the sea in the distance.

There were several walks which we took, enjoying each other's company. In one quiet area among the trees Annie said she would like to kiss me, so we did. Tentatively at first but then a little more passionately. She pressed her body to mine. Her bare legs against my bare legs, her breasts pushed against my chest. Eventually we parted and from there sauntered back to the car hand in hand.

Lunch was calling by this time and I set the satnav to show restaurants - not that there were many out there. We spotted one not far off our track and settled on that. Turned out to be quite an estate with the main building mock Tudor in style - great lunch. There were gardens that we roamed for a short while, after eating.

It was hot and Annie said she knew somewhere we could cool off. So we set off from the restaurant on what proved to be something of a mystery tour. We headed further south on a country road for some miles (kilometres in Oz). Then Annie said to turn off down a dirt road between trees on either side. We continued some distance before we reached a small lake which was tan in colour.

She told me it was a tea tree lake and the tan color was due to the tea trees that surrounded it on two sides. I guess it was little known to but a few people as it was tucked away more or less in a woodland, apart from the southern vista. She said this was where we could cool off...or otherwise. She was laughing and had a mischievous look in her eye.

She pulled her top off over her head. Then swiftly removed her shorts and stood there in her bra and panties. 'Now you' she said. I needed no encouragement. Next thing we kissed, standing there in the heat by a secluded lake in NSW. I have been with many women outdoors and indoors, but this was quite unique.

Annie broke away laughing and then removed her bra and panties and waded into the lake for a swim. I did the same. We were naturally both nude. I guess the old word for what we did is 'frolic', in the water. I guess we were in there for 20 minutes or so, splashing each other, embracing and kissing...and it was grrreat! We climbed out eventually and toweled ourselves off lightly - the heat would do the rest. Annie was certainly fun, as she fooled around totally nude and I took photos of her. As she did her poses became more and more provocative...

Eventually, Annie quietened down a little dried a hair a bit and became more subdued and submissive. We were at that moment when both a man and a woman know what they desire. On her part it was obvious and indeed on mine which showed itself physically and with some length and thickness...

She fondled and squeezed her own breasts, which she knew was more than I could stand and then she sat down with her legs apart. She was ready and so was I. I finally put my camera aside and on the soft damp earth we made love.

I think LL, that you know enough of me and my exploits, post your misdemeanors, to allow for the fact that on this occasion I am not going into detail

I had two more days there and our adventures roamed from the great outdoors to the bedroom and to the shore.

I have been posting these blogs for some time now, but will pause for a time as I believe, LL, you have gotten the message, that you were far from the 'only fish in the sea', that I was not the 'needy' person you might have believed I was and that I did not owe anything to someone who betrayed my trust...and my trust was absolute, in you, for a while. Then you broke it and suffered the consequences.

Those consequences denied you a life you will never have now. I nearly 'rescued' you from the mundane, but you slipped back down into that pool of ordinariness. I guess you feel secure there, but it's not a life, and not the one I had planned for you...once

My slate is clean, both with you and with what you thought you brought down on me ;-). You had no idea of my status with certain, let's say, 'authorities', which ensured my details appeared nowhere on record. I think you will know what that means. 

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright. ©

Amelia

A further encounter from the anonymous author, which I publish on his behalf.

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For LL

Amelia

Amy, that's what she likes to be called, entered my life briefly during the summer of 2005. I had been over in Kensington, London, UK and decided to make my way back to Covent Garden by bus and walking. It was a fine day in May of that year.

When I boarded the bus I was forced to sit on the outside seat of two next to an attractive lady. No hardship, of course but the bus was pretty full. I glanced briefly at her profile as she looked out of the window and could also catch a waft of her perfume. Pretty good on both counts. She was wearing smart jeans and a top which indicated plenty of uplift. As I sat next to her it seemed she must be around 5' 6" given that my shoulders were well above hers and my knees were farther out from the seat.

The journey continued round Hyde Park Corner, along Park Lane and into Oxford Street - she didn't get off and of course nor did I. half along the latter street to my surprise she said hello and we started chatting, mainly about inconsequential things. I asked her where she was heading and she said she was going to get some lunch first and then browse Covent Garden. I indicated I was headed to the latter, but would she like to jon me for a bite to eat. The my astonishment she said yes. We alighted at the eastern End of Oxford Street and I suggested a small Italian place just of the south side.

During, what turned out be a delicious lunch, we found out a lot more about each other which I won't bore the reader with here. The upshot was that I invited her to dinner that evening. She lived in an apartment which again to my surprise was not very far from mine - the one I owned at that time.

After lunch we exchanged numbers and addresses and I said I would pick her up around 7.00 pm. We parted with a kiss. I headed for her cheek but she steered my head with her hands so that the kiss was lips to lips. On that 'promise' we parted.

Dinner was great and so was Amy. Gone were the jeans, replaced by a lovely v-neck dress that showed just enough cleavage to tantalize. Eventually we left and made our way back to her place which was quite a big apartment. She was a lawyer, but single. A career 'girl' I guessed. We arrived on her floor via the elevator and she let us in and put some lights on.

Then she turned, reached up and kissed me...well I kissed her too, to be fair. My hands were on her waist and her's around my neck. The excuse had been coffee at her place but that never happened. I shed my jacket and laid it over her couch. She then started to unbutton my shirt. Taking my cue from Amy I reached around her back and found the zip to her dress and...unzipped it. She shrugged it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

By now she was unbuckling my belt, having removed my shirt entirely. My trousers fell to the floor and I removed my socks. We both caressed each other's bodies and kissed more, much more and passionately. My hands sat on her hips and she was caressing my back. I undid her bra and revealed her lovely, pretty youthful and firm breasts..

We were equal in clothing, or lack of it... now. We had headed into the bedroom by now. Amy put a bedside light on which revealed lovely white bed linen. The room was feminine without being over the top. She came up behind me, her breasts pushed against the skin of my back. Her hands headed inside my boxers where they found a pretty hard member.  She remarked on my size and then removed my shorts. She stood away  from me and slid her panties off.

She was devoid of any pubic hair. As I faced her admiring her beautiful body she knelt in front of my and place her mouth around my erect penis. I placed my hands on her shoulders as she  sucked gently then she went to just using her tonge on the tip which caused me to start weeping some semen.

I caressed her shoulders and then gently raised her up onto her feet. and then onto her back on the bed. I parted her legs which she readily accommodated and started on a similar treatment with her pussy. When my mouth was in that region it wa apparent she was alreday quite aroused. I caressed her clitoris with my tongue and was surprised  (or maybe not) to find she began to climax quite quickly. Briefly looking along her stomach at her boobs, I could see she had thrown her head back and was crying out with pleasure.

For my part, I was ramrod stiff and when she reached her climax I stood entered her and started to thrust quite rapidly into her. The heighten the effect for both of us I had taken hold of her left leg so that I could 'hit' her clit hard and fast as I trust in and out. My right hand fondled and squeezed both her breasts. Her nipples were hard and her face flushed.

As I continued her cries were louder and more urgent. Almost like she could take no more but she did and I knew how to pace myself. Eventually after some minutes, my control began to go as I felt myself harden and swell even more - accompanied by a gasp from Amy - and then that inevitable feeling when you know the sap is rising very fast. I gushed into her at the same moment she had another climax which was accompanied by an ejaculation on her part.

We slept long and deep that night and the following morning made love twice. before sharing a bath. 

I always carried a small but good camera in my jacket ad we had some fun that morning taking photos of each other. Amy's are below. No facial shots for the sake of anonymity

Great body and complexion

Another invitation a.m.

Invitation about to be satisfied

After the 'event'

After the 'event # 2

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity, but are concurrent with the events told in this account. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright. ©