Kiss Me Kate

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

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LL

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Kiss Me Kate

Dual Purpose (This subtitle for you LL)


It all started with an innocent chat which became a little saucy - after a couple of glasses of wine - on her part. She was fun and in no way less than classy at all times.

Those glasses of wine preceded a meal that was to have been shared with no one as I was alone in this city near the Lake District in the UK. On my own business and minding my own business. The lady in question asked if she could join me, as the restaurant was full and did I mind sharing a table. She was dressed for the evening and wore a black dress under a light beige jacket.

We decided that a shared bottle of wine would be a good idea and over those first two pre-prandial glasses everything loosened up - conversationally. She was in her early forties, pretty self assured and looked great. That v-neck black dress was highlighted by a simple silver necklace. A brunette, her hair was cut in what is best described as a shoulder length bob.

We talked and talked and definitely hit it off. By the end of the evening we were enjoying liqueurs and touching hands across the table. Nigh on eleven we left and walked a short distance before I saw her safely into a cab and then took my own.

We had swapped numbers and I told her which hotel I was staying in and she hers.

Later I bought, and still own an apartment, in a nearby town.

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I will digress here as there was a reason I was in that City. A previous lady in my life had decided that the grass was greener on the other side of the hill - several hills in fact! She lived in the city and so I was there to see, on the face of it and as far as she was concerned, if the relationship could be salvaged. In fact I was finished with her, but I just wanted to see her face to face - to see what face she wore as a liar and a cheat. My payback would come later.

I gave her the impression that I was staying at a budget hotel close to her home and she met me there, in the bar. In fact, I was staying somewhere else entirely. She turned up one evening, icy cold in demeanor where previously there had been warmth. I knew it was a defense mechanism. She wanted to be in and out of there as quickly as possible. She handed me the ring I had given her and after short conversation she left. She held onto other jewelry items which knocked her even further down the order of things, in my estimation.

I left the bar and ostensibly headed for my car to fetch something. In fact I was about to leave for the place I was really staying.

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I returned to my hotel satisfied to a large extent with what I had seen. That was enough to confirm to me that I had made the right decision some 8 months before even if the lady above believed she had made it. I turned my attention then to my own life as a then single man, albeit a wealthy one.

Kate for want of her real name was in publishing. I hadn't written my first book then, but what she had talked about raised my hopes of success at some time. That was 10 years ago and I now have 13 published novels! Her publishing was marketing so not that relevant.

We met for lunch the following day, which enabled me to carry out some of my business in the morning and afternoon. She suggested we meet for coffee and a drink at my hotel when she was finished with her work. On my own, I was happy to agree.

We met later that day. She wore a white shirt and a charcoal grey jacket and skirt with black heels adorning her feet. Apart from her purse (handbag for UK readers) she was toting a bag which I guessed held her laptop and business papers.

I suggested that we eat dinner again, together, and she agreed but would like to freshen up with a shower. We both knew where this was headed but neither of us said a word. We went to my room. By this time it was dark outside.

Having taken the elevator to my floor, I took the lead toward the room. I inserted the card in the locking mechanism, but didn't get the green light when I pulled it out. Kate then said 'You have to withdraw it quickly' - we both laughed and entered the room lobby. There was just enough light from the outside to see in the near darkness.

Kate put her arms around my neck and kissed me - I kissed her back and could feel her body pressed against mine. My arms went round her and could feel the warmth of her body beneath that white shirt. Her waist was perfect - in fact her whole figure was.

Eventually, we broke away from each other and she said we should have some fun before dinner. I smiled and agreed. She went into the bathroom while I stripped down to my boxers. when she came out she was just wearing her panties and shirt. It was quite apparent she didn't have a bra on either.

I was sitting in a chair over by the window of this large room. I had drawn the blinds. She stood a few yards away from me and smiled then pouted a little and slowly undid each button of her shirt until the whole of her cleavage was revealed and a good part of her breasts. Her panties were black and lacy and were a very snug fit - very snug.

She slipped off the shirt, letting it fall slowly to the floor to reveal a great pair of very firm boobs. They were slightly turned up where the nipples were, so that her nipples were pointing slightly upwards. She drew her hands along the side of her thighs and then upwards cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She walked toward me slowly jiggling her boobs as she did then leaned down and offered them to me.

I caressed her gently at first and then a little  more firmly. We both stood and she  pulled me against her and removed my boxers as we kissed again. We separated and Kate turned so she was facing away from me and slipped her panties off. Then she bent over resting her arms on the bed.  From where I was standing there was an open invitation and a moist one at that.

I walked toward her and she turned her head sideways and said massage my boobs. I stood behind her, my groin against her buttocks, which were superbly rounded and smooth as silk. She raised herself slightly on her arms so her boobs were more easily accessible. I took them both in my hands and felt their roundness, firmness and two very erect nipples. She pushed backwards against me slightly so that my, by now, erect penis slid between her legs.

Taking my right hand she guided it away from her breasts and down over minimal pubic hair to her clit and put her hand over mine and started rotating it and moaning a little. She stood and  I continued to caress both her boobs while rubbing her clit faster and faster. She began to contract across her tummy. I felt she was close to being there. She turned lay back on the bed and raised her legs in the air, held them there and then splayed them like a letter 'Y'' enabling me to enter from a standing position.

She was swollen and very slippery, so entering her fully straight away was unimpeded. She placed her legs on my shoulder and I held them there as I thrust hard and fast into her. The force of my thrusting bearing down on her clit and giving her cause to cry out as she came closer and closer to that climax. I took one leg off my shoulder and held it wide as she opened right up and climaxed.

She shuddered closed her eyes and I placed her  legs over the edge of the bed. Her breasts showed all the signs of perspiration glowing on those beautiful mounts, her nipples still wet from my lips. She drew her legs up and apart, quickly, as I enter her again and take my time to give her as much post climax pleasure as possible. As I do, I feel myself growing greatly inside her and she does too. OMG she says you are touching all sides of me at the same time.

I can feel my own body responding to this mutual stimulation. I change gear and start to thrust faster and faster. Kate's face and, surprisingly, her breasts are flushed with blood and her nipples are as hard as bullets as I feel myself coming. Then suddenly I gush into her and she ejaculates almost simultaneously and climaxes yet again. Her eyes roll back in her head and she cries out.

There are only a handful of women that experienced female ejaculation whilst  I was making love with them. Kate was one.

Needless to say we never made dinner that Friday night, so ordered up a meal via room service and enjoyed it and a bottle of Champagne, while dressed only in hotel provided bath robes. Then we slept until dawn crept through the blinds sending splinters of light over Kate's gorgeous figure.

She woke smiled took a sip of water., wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me good morning. Then she sat across me and dangled her breasts just above my face....the rest, well you can guess!

She never did ask what the ring was sitting on the bedside table, but I think she guessed.

What a night that was! After the 'coldness' of the meeting with my ex-partner, it was wonderful to meet a woman so shortly after that was that warm and sexy. I returned, not to the East but to London the next day and Kate headed back to her base in Yorkshire.

This fortuitous encounter was before my serious photography days, so no photos of our time together, but you'll get the idea from these from  later...ummmm....portfolios. A lot of these ladies were very proud of their bodies, and rightly so in my opinion

Not a bad life to wake up with a beautiful woman like this by your side

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright. ©

Form

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

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Water, close to water, or just water involved. A selection of studio shots and some personal ones.

P = Personal

P - France

P Northern California

P - Florida

Client - Australia

P - Italy

Client - New England

Client - Germany

P London

P Italy

Client

P - California

P London

P - Italy

P - Australia remote beach

P - Florida

P - UK

Client - South Carolina

P - Greece

P - London

P London

P - Greece

I'm sure you will agree LL that I landed on my feet for sure...and some of these ladies on their backs. When it comes to boobs and figures most of them beat you hands down...so to speak. The larger breasted lady in the bath above was admittedly a little top heavy but I was only smothered, completely, once!

I have generally always insisted on firm boobs. At least that what I told myself back then and largely (bit of a pun there) speaking my requirements were fulfilled...as were theirs! They were never left 'wanting' and as you know I can achieve a lot over a period of 24 hours 😉.

I could continue but, as with another lady, my exploits would only make you jealous as you intimated way back in 2005-6 even though you were no longer 'with' me. You were quite the bitch then. She laughed it off - I told her of course. From about there onward life was excellent, superb even and still is even if I am a very happy and settled married man.

You, on the other hand have only what you started out with in March 2005 - one rather fat short man. When you didn't reveal his photo early on I knew why...I had already seen him, in fact I literally bumped into him once. Not a hard target to miss is he.

As you can see from this blog, and others, there is no comparison between you and what I call 'my ladies', physically. Mentally, you were screwed up along with some of your family, but then I really did love you. Time, absence and a new life have allowed the flame of that love to become a mere flicker compared with the burning passion I once had. Such is life.... 

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Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are taken by the narrator and are copyright. ©

Autumn Days, Golden Days and Shadows

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

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Starting with 'Autumn Days' This nymph arrived at my doorstep way back sometime in 2004, 5 or 6 . Can't remember exactly which year now without checking the photo data.

It was the UK and I am sure you will guess the location. We had worked together with you know who and had spent time, as part of a team on business visits to Bristol, Newcastle etc. Nothing happened there but after I left the company she contacted me and said she wanted to keep in touch. So what followed was a meet for coffee ostensibly to catch up on my old office's gossip.

Then she wanted to visit me at my home. I was on my own well and truly then rattling around in a large, by UK standards, house.  So I said yes. She knew of my photography interests and on that day to cut a long story short what you see below followed.

It was a warm day and luckily I hadn't yet swept all those autumn leaves up.

That was the morning - the afternoon we spent in the bedroom....the lounge  and one other place. Yes, LL that very same bedroom...and bed!































































































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I call this a 'Golden Day' mainly because of the filter I have used. Quite close to my old apartment on the river in London was a friend's art studio and his retail outlet. In fact it was he who that re-introduced me to my long forgotten skills as an artist. The woman who follows below was his retail assistant.

I pottered in from time to time when I was in London back in 2004-05. He was something of an eccentric. Hair all over the place, fairly overweight and very intense about his art. On my visits I found his assistant very likable, outgoing and  exuberant. She made me laugh and my own quit wit made her laugh, too. We became quite good friends. I had intimated on more than one occasion that I found the camera my preferred art form. She, Laura, asked if I would photograph her. Naturally, I thought she meant facial or fully clothed shots.

Every Tuesday my friend the artist and owner of the studio visited his very elderly mum in Suffolk. Laura suggested I take some shots in his studio above the 'shop'.  I set off from my apartment late that morning with my camera bag and tripod and walked round to the studio and rang the bell and announced myself in the speaker. She buzzed me up.

I recall it was summer and Laura was wearing a light cotton sleeveless dress, figure hugging down to the waist where it flared out into a pretty skirt. Her hair as always was cut into a short 'bob'. I set up my tripod while she disappeared to make coffee.

When she came back she said she wanted me to photograph her nude and put a large cushion from one of the studio couch props on the floor. She struggled with the zip at the back of her dress and asked me to assist. I had more than a feeling where this was going and unzipped her. The first thing that was apparent from the back was that she wasn't wearing a bra. She shrugged the dress off her shoulders and as it slipped down I could see she was only wearing a G-string.

My lady in red...just!

She was full of it and she was lovely. She asked me whether I liked her body and was it good for my photo session - you bet it was! Her skin was silky smooth and as she busied herself with the cushion her firm boobs danced around with her. I used my camera in part to hide my 'interest'.

We spent a good hour taking shots, breaking to drink coffee and checking the photos together. I could feel her warm virtually unclothed body close to mine every time we checked the shots. After the last coffee she removed her G-string and another few shots were taken. I guess looking at the file now there must be 3-400 all told.

Up until now she had been smiling a lot and striking cheeky poses, facially. By this time I was kneeling just in front of her with the camera. She came more serious, gave me a sweet smile and took my hand and laid it on her left breast. From there things developed quite fast. She was hungry and so was I. We made love on that cushion on the floor. She was quite the athlete. Her legs spread wide and my head pushed gently between them to enable my tongue encourage her clit into action. It didn't take much and I grabbed her left breast as i did so. It was firm - she was young after all - and soon became rock hard with my attentions. She came quite quickly and then guided me into her. The rest I leave to the redaer's imagination.

Later our positions were reversed and she rode me like a bucking bronco bring herself to a climax while I held both those beautiful breasts firmly in my hands. We forewent lunch.....

Almost hairless

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The next three sets of photos are of three ladies I had the good fortune to enjoy...and they, me, over a period of months at various locations known only to them and me.  I guess I would call them my more curvaceous 'collection'. Not fat at all but well endowed and very curvy. I call this section shadows for obvious reasons

Finally LL, I have included this video loop - I can't post more without giving away an identity - of a lovely early morning on that island off the Florida coast

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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. ©