For LL
As you have taken to Scotland in recent years, I thought a photo of a thistle was the appropriate object to start this blog with. The remainder are a miscellany of shots from my portfolios and from my personal albums.
Four years of being a bit of a playboy LL. That's 365 days a year, say 16 waking hours a day. In total that gives 23,360 hours over that period. Admittedly, some are given over to working '9-5', in 2004 only, domestic chores (minimal) and thinking time. I think a lot, but not enough to gobble up much time. So the rest were available, and so were many women. Far more than you imagined when you said there were plenty of women out there wanting to get laid.
Combined with photography and my studios here in the States and elsewhere, life was a bowl of cherries and I picked many.
You know why I write this stuff in between my book writing, don't you. To keep reminding you of who came out on top, so to speak, after what you did and the gloating you took to afterward. In fact the latter made me laugh, knowing that I had been with far more attractive women from March 2004 onward.
Paris 2006
An interesting collection of lingerie and bedroom wear was what this lady possessed and she liked to wear it. It was Paris after all LL.
I think I have mentioned that my clients spanned the ordinary person 'in the street' to the very wealthy. This lady was from the latter the rich end of the spectrum. The introduction came via a client in Knightsbridge, London who had recommended me. Quite what she 'recommended', I'm not sure, but I flew to Paris on her say so and I'm glad I did.
Funny isn't it, at least I think it is, that in less than a year from being with someone quite mundane and extremely 'ordinary' here I was in in Paris taking shots of a very rich and sexy French woman. I'll admit that once I got into photography, I had to pinch myself often at the number of women who metaphorically, fell into my arms and made themselves available.
Once I knew that I was not the only one for you LL, you most certainly were not the only one for me. For you to say, 'I thought we were settled', after we parted, took my breath away. How could we be settled with you 'playing away'. I think you were hanging onto me because I'm wealthy and that was it. My feelings for you, originally, were of an entirely different and much higher order, but you destroyed that, as you had with the other men in your life up to then.
So where did I find myself? Not in limbo as you undoubtedly thought, but having a whale of a time and making money while I did. Work smart LL, not hard. that has been my mantra. So whether it was real estate, the stock market, writing or whatever. It all made money. You may think writing is a chore, but to me it's a delightful pleasure.
Back to Lucienne, that is the name of the lady above. As I said earlier, I was there on a commission - I later discovered that Lucienne was in fact on a mission!
She had a fantastic wardrobe of clothes from Chanel to Balmain, but she wanted to be photographed in her lingerie. Who was I to disagree, she looked fantastic fully clothed so things could only get better, for me and the camera. We went through a range of beautiful sets of bras and panties, negligees and sheer tops etc. Then she said I must photograph her topless. It seemed I didn't have a choice in the matter as she reappeared wearing what you see above, a sheer sort of gown. It was beautifully made and it was also beautifully filled. It came to me that you might of called this her mistress outfit.
After what happened later that day I am certain it was. She knew what she was doing, like many French women. She had spent the morning with me in various states of undress. Having done that she wrapped a robe around herself covering everything up and suggested we have a light lunch. Lunch was good, I remember. We talked and as we finished up Lucienne swung her legs out from under the table crossing them as she did and leaving both legs and a fair proportion of thigh on display. At that point she pulled down on her gown and revealed one of her breasts in its entirety.
She just smiled and reached across and slid her hand up my leg to my crotch. Well LL, you can imagine what she felt. That fella was hard, but confined and wanting to be free. I leaned forward too and used my right hand to handle her beautifully shaped boob. Her hand moved to undo my zip. We both stood.
I pulled the belt on her robe free and took it off her shoulders as she helped me out of my pants. I pulled my polo shirt over my head as she slipped out of her panties. Then I embraced her, feeling her breasts pressed hard against me. I could feel her nipples which had hardened. She allowed me to slip between her legs then she brought them together again so that she was holding me, or more precisely my cock in place.
She rocked too and fro as my hands caressed her back and buttocks. Soon we were both wet and sticky with anticipation. We headed to the bedroom. In all honesty LL, she was magnificent to look at. Tall, shapely and those boobs were something else. She lay back on the bed her legs apart and her arms outstretched welcoming me 'in'. She looked down at my erection and I looked at the pink entrance that was to shortly enter. I knelt between her legs as she held my cock and started to massage it. I returned the favor by doing the same to her breasts.
Eventually we could wait no longer. I supported myself over her and sucked on each boob in turn. Her hands were working my cock against her clit. Gently at first but then faster and faster. I thought I might ejaculate prematurely but she came accompanied by gratified moans. She said she wanted me in side her and I was only to happy to comply.
That lay was great LL. So great that we repeated it an hour later.
I haven't mentioned that Lucienne was married have I, L. However it was France and I was told that her husband had a mistress. Consequently she had no qualms in taking the occasional lover herself. That included me...three times in 2006 and four in 2007. I look back on those times with a smile on my face, as she was one very sexy lady.
Munich 2005
My diary tells me this was June of 2005. A swift few days in southern Germany. I remember it was hot. So being out of our clothes was a bonus.
The lady in question is another Ingrid, LL. I was in Munich and Augsburg on that trip on commissions. It wouldn't have been the first time I had flown out from London and back on the same day, but this trip was for four days - Monday thru Thursday. Ingrid was my second client that trip. The first having been in Augsburg...and that's another story!
Having spent the morning at her place taking the shots she wanted, we had taken a light lunch that Ingrid had put together. Before that I had taken portrait sots and general relaxed photos in her very modern apartment. Then, after lunch, the lingerie shots came into play. They often did LL. Most attractive and beautiful women want a record of their bodies in their prime.
That is how we ended up with me sitting on the floor in only my boxers and Ingrid about to lose her panties entirely. Needless to say she wasn't removing them merely for my camera. There was a far more pleasurable reason, and one we were both about to enjoy.
She was slim of figure but in no way lacking in the boob department. They fitted my large hands perfectly, as we both did elsewhere too. Plug to socket you could say...and it was electrifying!
Suffolk 2004
Viewing photos of past lovers always brings back memories of them and the moments we spent together. This instance was one that will stay lodged in my memory, partly because it too place a short while after I found out LL that you were two timing me, via your drunken admission earlier that year. Partly because she was one of the early women that I met after I found out about your 'adventures'.
When you look at Jenny's body above. There is no comparison with you, even back then...and certainly not now! Admittedly, she is quite a bit younger than you were then, so a strict comparison is a little unfair. She was very affectionate, no hang ups and no last minute withdrawals. That was another thing where she differed. Quite important to me...but it was always all about you wasn't it. Only child syndrome partly, I guess.
I particularly like the shot above as it was just after we had made love and has some tender memories for me LL. No, she didn't have enormous breasts like you, but often the best things come in small packages. That was certainly the case with Jenny.
I haven't mentioned how we met, especially as I was still seeing you then - this being mid 2004. You had rejected my proposal in January of that year and then I learnt about your infidelity, so I had no feelings of guilt. I was merely making sure, via the women I met, that I had a fall back position LL. I met Jenny in an unusual manner.
I had arranged a date via our well known website (yours and mine that is LL) and travelled to Clare in Suffolk for dinner with her. Despite it being a good hour to get there she didn't turn up. I wasn't about to waste the evening, so I decided to eat...at a table for one. The place was busy and although I took my time over the meal, eventually I finished, paid and left for the car park sometime around 9.30 pm.
As I walked to my car a woman came out of the restaurant crying. She headed for what I guessed was her car and stood leaning against it sobbing. No one followed her out and although I was about to get in my car and drive home, I felt I couldn't just ignore her, LL. I walked across and asked whether I could help. In answer she turned, looked at me and then threw her arms around me and sobbed her heart out on my shoulder.
It's not every day that I find myself in such a situation, so I was quite surprised that she embraced a perfect stranger just like that. I let her cry LL. I'm a patient guy as you may recall. Still no one came out. I was expecting a boyfriend, to be honest. Gradually she calmed a little and said that she had been stood up by her partner. Nothing new in that (is there LL!) but apparently she had been with him for a number of years and he had stood her up that evening, because he was and had been having an affair and had gone to the other woman. That sounds quite familiar to me, but not at the time.
I comforted her as best I could and became conscious of how closely she had pressed her body against mine. I guess a hug is very comforting as she gradually stepped back to look at me. Her face was red as far as I could see by the car park lights and her make up had run. I asked whether I could drive her home as she was in no fit state to drive. I can't go back she explained, still sobbing a little. She told me he was at 'their' place now, with the other woman. Turned out that it was Jenny's house and he moved out a few days later.
I'm a decisive fellow, so I told her to wait in the car park and went back to the restaurant in the inn and told them Jenny's car would be there until the next day and could they keep an eye on it. Then I went back out and told Jenny she was coming home with me as she couldn't spend the night in her car.
As you know LL I had a big Lexus back then 4.2 liters, Jenny got in. She was so upset I checked to make sure she happy doing what I had suggested. she said yes and that she trusted me. Sometime later I asked her why she did trust me. She told me it was my eyes and my smile. As we drove I explained that my home was a five bed place in the country, about an hour away. She snuggled down in the passenger seat and I put the radio on.
She didn't talk much during the journey, understandably. When we arrived I gave her a stiff drink. Showed her where everything was and told her to go to bed. I remember that evening well as I then emailed you for about an hour LL, until you said you had to go to bed.
That is how I met Jenny..
Of course it didn't end there LL. I went to bed an hour later and read a little before putting the light out. I listened out for a bit for Jenny, but as I could hear nothing guessed she was asleep. I was just dozing off when I felt the duvet being drawn back and jenny climbed in beside me in the dark. I had lent her a dressing gown but that was gone and all I felt was her warm body pressed against mine. She just whispered hold me and I put my arm around her. We both fell asleep like that.
The following morning I got up and went and made tea while Jenny slept. She looked lovely in the early morning light. By the time I reappeared she was awake but still sleepy. I gave her the tea and she propped herself up with the pillows and sat up. I did the same. Jenny hadn't bothered to pull the duvet up over her breasts, so It was quite a pleasant start to the day for me.
We talked, drank our tea, and then snuggled down under the duvet together. Jenny it turned out was pretty highly sexed and before long we were making love. First with me on top LL then she wanted me all over again after a short break. This time she rode me in quite a frenzy. Her boobs were so firm they hardly moved as I looked up at them. They were good to handle too.
I reckon I should have guessed, but on that Wednesday (good old diary) May 12 2004 I drove her back to Clare, Suffolk and her car. It was a brand new E Class Mercedes. I commented on the car and Jenny then told me she owned an equestrian business. She had been hiding her light under a bushel, as the saying goes. When, sometime later that month I visited her at her home, I was duly impressed. It was a beautiful Georgian house tucked away in a small Suffolk village.
As I said earlier, LL, this relationship was always only about sex. Jenny was far younger than me and we had diverse interests. That didn't stop us getting together with some regularity over three years for a recreational romp.
The following morning I got up and went and made tea while Jenny slept. She looked lovely in the early morning light. By the time I reappeared she was awake but still sleepy. I gave her the tea and she propped herself up with the pillows and sat up. I did the same. Jenny hadn't bothered to pull the duvet up over her breasts, so It was quite a pleasant start to the day for me.
We talked, drank our tea, and then snuggled down under the duvet together. Jenny it turned out was pretty highly sexed and before long we were making love. First with me on top LL then she wanted me all over again after a short break. This time she rode me in quite a frenzy. Her boobs were so firm they hardly moved as I looked up at them. They were good to handle too.
I reckon I should have guessed, but on that Wednesday (good old diary) May 12 2004 I drove her back to Clare, Suffolk and her car. It was a brand new E Class Mercedes. I commented on the car and Jenny then told me she owned an equestrian business. She had been hiding her light under a bushel, as the saying goes. When, sometime later that month I visited her at her home, I was duly impressed. It was a beautiful Georgian house tucked away in a small Suffolk village.
As I said earlier, LL, this relationship was always only about sex. Jenny was far younger than me and we had diverse interests. That didn't stop us getting together with some regularity over three years for a recreational romp.
Bristol 2004/2005
You may recall LL that I visited Bristol with my then work, back in July 2004. During the two days I spent there with my team on business. I met Alison during one of the meetings and again during the day on the second day of our time there. She sat with me all day as I went through the business they wanted us to take on. As a result we talked about ourselves and chatted freely and...exchanged email addresses.
Nothing happened for quite sometime until March 2005. Ally as she liked to be known called me out of the blue and asked if I would like to visit. As you had wandered yet again that March and I had just returned from the US, I agreed, and went there in early May. Back then I loved meeting new women. It was exciting and as I didn't have to worry about money we all had good times together. Funny isn't it LL, that I have good memories of several hundred women...bar one...you.
I arrived in Bristol and found Ally's house. She was single. It was an older (probably Victorian semi detached home in a quiet street. She had an older VW Polo and parking on a strip of land that was part of her front garden. She always (yes, I went there several times LL) insisted I park my new Lexus off road.
That first evening she cooked for me and it was gorgeous - a salmon dish - after which we sat outside in her back yard drinking and talking. Eventually, after dark we went inside and sat in the lounge still talking. I remember she was playing an Il Divo CD. I sat on her couch and she sat on the floor opposite me. She was pretty tipsy. I wasn't, but had had a few drinks.
That was a lovely evening in fact. That is why I remember it so well LL. Around 1.00 p.m. Ally said she was going to bed. She had shown me my room earlier - a single next door to her room. I was settling in and had stripped to my boxers when she came out of the bathroom opposite my room dressed in a white towelling robe, having just showered. We embraced by way of saying 'good night' and she turned to her room as I stood ready to head to the bathroom. I never made it, LL.
Ally held onto my hand as we broke our embrace and just tugged me gently into her bedroom. There was no doubt where this was headed! No sooner than we were in her bedroom than the gown ended up on the floor beside her bed along with my boxers. I put my hand around her waist with the other taking a firm grip of her left breast. I kissed her neck just below and behind her ear. She parted her legs and leaned back against me thrusting her butt into my groin area. I reached down from the front to her pussy and eased my fingers in as she became wetter. The more I worked it along with her boobs the more engorged she became down there. She was now open and ready.
She bent over onto the bed, thrusting her pussy up toward my cock and I entered her from behind. She was more than ready and so was I confirmed by her small gasp as I pushed my 'home'. Slowly I started thrusting and it soon became apparent that she wanted to be fucked fast. She was thrusting up against me as much as I was entering her. I held her buttocks firmly and took her fast and hard. Ally came with a shout. Thank God her daughter was away that weekend! I came shortly after, but neither of us were finished.
As we were to sleep in the same bed I turned her over and started working on her clit with my fingers. It was covered in our liquids and quite proud for such a small thing...and very sensitive. She bucked every time I touched it in a certain way. By now LL, I was kneeling between her legs. One hand working her clit the other on her boobs. She was wide open down there and with a little manual encouragement from her I was soon fully erect again. Guess what? We had sex again only this time slower enjoying and exploring her hidden depths and then finding her G-spot with eruptive results.
Quite frankly, LL, your knowledge of sex was still in primary school compared with most of the women I met and enjoyed over four great years.
The Netherlands 2007
I was in Nijmegen on a commission when I took this shot. This young Dutch lady was someone I got chatting to in a coffee shop about cameras. She was admiring my equipment LL (not that equipment) just the cameras and lenses. So we took a few photos of each other and agreed to stay in touch, as photographers. That's her camera by the way. She was quite pretty and very photogenic.
Poiters - France 2007
This was taken after I had visited friends over near Sarlat, some way south of Limoges. my destination when I left was first Poitiers and then La Rochelle, to start.
I had a commission near Poiters with a woman who wanted a portfolio of photos, no expense spared. I found out why when I arrived at the chateau she lived in. I was also surprised at how young she was. Somehow, I had not inquired as to her age so in my mind I was expecting an older woman given her request of a no expense spared shoot.
I arrived late morning, I recall, as arranged, having stopped for coffee in Bellac. (All in The Diary).
I drove up to the country chateau and was greeted by the lady above. She invited me inside and we said our hellos, the Gallic way. It's called La Bise. The chateau wasn't a large affair but stood in its own grounds which offered a few venues for the photo shoot as well as indoors.
At first I thought the lady who greeted me, Merille, was the daughter, but she wasn't she was not only the owner but my client. We talked over some freshly made coffee mainly to confirm the shots she sought. I took some portraits inside as I wanted the sun to go down a little before taking outside shots. Shadows make a subject far more interesting LL. She posed according to my instructions in several outfits, each time disappearing into a ground floor room which I guessed was a dressing room of some sort.
Then she got into the swing of things, relaxed and posed very naturally. These latter shots were by far the best. After a lunch provided by Merille we went out into the grounds and used several locations for further shots, finally returning to the house/chateau late afternoon for some refreshment. We shared some very good wine but I only had the one glass despite Merille's insistence and the excellent quality of the wine. I had to drive on to La Rochelle I had explained to her.
She left me for a short while, I thought and then it became a little longer. I heard someone playing about with an out of tune piano, somewhere, so I got up and wandered around until I located where it was coming from. I found its source and the player in a small room at the back of the house. It looked like it was used to store discarded furniture.
I also found Merille. She was sitting at the piano totally nude. Her slim figure perched on an old piano stool. There was an un-hung mirror leaning against the wall behind her. The result was I could see both sides of here from the doorway. She sat with her legs together actually playing a piece of Chopin that I know, by the time I arrived. She said you don't mind do you? Not shocked? I said no and that she was beautiful. In French she replied 'S'il vous plaît, prenez quelques photos de moi nu. Je voudrais que.' Roughly translated she said - 'take some photos of me nude. I would like that.'
With a body like hers who was I to refuse, LL. So we spent some time taking photos of her slim and beautiful body in poses that were not licentious, including the one above. By the time this had taken place and I had followed her lovely figure around the house we found ourselves in the....kitchen.
We were sitting across her wooden table. She had a thin gown on but it barely (a good word) covered her breasts. Her nipples were prominent enough to show through the fabric and her cleavage was fully in view. Between us sat the remainder of the red wine from lunchtime - probably four glasses. Merille offered me a glass - I couldn't refuse this time and said that if I could leave may car and equipment there I would get a cab into Poiters and find a hotel as there was no way I would be driving if we were to finish that bottle and perhaps crack another.
At that point I was invited to stay the night. Merille said she would show me the bedroom and then she would call a cab and we could go out to dinner. We both needed to shower and change. I followed her upstairs having fetched the bag containing my clothes. She showed me the bedroom, still in her gown with nothing at all beneath LL, and those nipples and cleavage right before me.
Turned out the bedroom I was shown into was hers and as I put my bag down she put her gown down too. Allowing it to slide to the floor in a heap at her feet. She was totally nude and came toward me placing her hands on each of my cheeks and kissing me. Then she pressed hard against me and giggled. I knew why - I was hard. We cannot waste that she said' and quite quickly she had my belt undone and zip down. I quickly stripped and she pushed me back onto the bed.
She climbed onto the bed and took my hardness in her hand working it up until I was 'locked and cocked' I remember I really was hard that afternoon - rock solid. She then sat astride me and I started on those lovely boobs as she rocked her pussy to and fro on my pubic bone. My cock was wedged in the cleavage of her buttocks, I think. She shuffled up toward my face and the next thing I know her pussy is right over my mouth.
It didn't take long from there to work Merille into something of a frenzy, as she moaned and moaned. I couldn't see her breasts but I could certainly feel them and the more I worked on them with my hands the harder they became - they were pretty firm to begin with LL...unlike yours!
She came shortly after that and I felt her thighs tighten against my side as she did. She then slid down my body and impaled herself on my hard member. She was slick with lubrication, so despite her slender frame entry was quick and delightful. She rode me like a maniac, like a woman who hadn't been laid in a while, and with quite a technique, so that we both gained great satisfaction from our afternoon romp.
After a while we both showered together, that was nice too. Lathering each other's bodies and exploring all over...kissing in the shower was interesting, too.
By the time we had both sorted ourselves and dressed it was time for dinner in Poitiers. That was a delight of a different sort, along of course with Merille's company. I stayed that night LL - more wine with dinner naturally, meant there was no way I could drive and I already had my stuff in her bedroom. Turned out I was right. She hadn't had a man in some time. I rectified that twice again that night and once again in the morning. Four times in eighteen hours, not bad and we both enjoyed our sex greatly.
From there onto La Rochelle the next morning, with a promise to see Mirelle again. I did - twice. Once in Paris and once in London.
I drove up to the country chateau and was greeted by the lady above. She invited me inside and we said our hellos, the Gallic way. It's called La Bise. The chateau wasn't a large affair but stood in its own grounds which offered a few venues for the photo shoot as well as indoors.
At first I thought the lady who greeted me, Merille, was the daughter, but she wasn't she was not only the owner but my client. We talked over some freshly made coffee mainly to confirm the shots she sought. I took some portraits inside as I wanted the sun to go down a little before taking outside shots. Shadows make a subject far more interesting LL. She posed according to my instructions in several outfits, each time disappearing into a ground floor room which I guessed was a dressing room of some sort.
Then she got into the swing of things, relaxed and posed very naturally. These latter shots were by far the best. After a lunch provided by Merille we went out into the grounds and used several locations for further shots, finally returning to the house/chateau late afternoon for some refreshment. We shared some very good wine but I only had the one glass despite Merille's insistence and the excellent quality of the wine. I had to drive on to La Rochelle I had explained to her.
She left me for a short while, I thought and then it became a little longer. I heard someone playing about with an out of tune piano, somewhere, so I got up and wandered around until I located where it was coming from. I found its source and the player in a small room at the back of the house. It looked like it was used to store discarded furniture.
I also found Merille. She was sitting at the piano totally nude. Her slim figure perched on an old piano stool. There was an un-hung mirror leaning against the wall behind her. The result was I could see both sides of here from the doorway. She sat with her legs together actually playing a piece of Chopin that I know, by the time I arrived. She said you don't mind do you? Not shocked? I said no and that she was beautiful. In French she replied 'S'il vous plaît, prenez quelques photos de moi nu. Je voudrais que.' Roughly translated she said - 'take some photos of me nude. I would like that.'
With a body like hers who was I to refuse, LL. So we spent some time taking photos of her slim and beautiful body in poses that were not licentious, including the one above. By the time this had taken place and I had followed her lovely figure around the house we found ourselves in the....kitchen.
We were sitting across her wooden table. She had a thin gown on but it barely (a good word) covered her breasts. Her nipples were prominent enough to show through the fabric and her cleavage was fully in view. Between us sat the remainder of the red wine from lunchtime - probably four glasses. Merille offered me a glass - I couldn't refuse this time and said that if I could leave may car and equipment there I would get a cab into Poiters and find a hotel as there was no way I would be driving if we were to finish that bottle and perhaps crack another.
At that point I was invited to stay the night. Merille said she would show me the bedroom and then she would call a cab and we could go out to dinner. We both needed to shower and change. I followed her upstairs having fetched the bag containing my clothes. She showed me the bedroom, still in her gown with nothing at all beneath LL, and those nipples and cleavage right before me.
Turned out the bedroom I was shown into was hers and as I put my bag down she put her gown down too. Allowing it to slide to the floor in a heap at her feet. She was totally nude and came toward me placing her hands on each of my cheeks and kissing me. Then she pressed hard against me and giggled. I knew why - I was hard. We cannot waste that she said' and quite quickly she had my belt undone and zip down. I quickly stripped and she pushed me back onto the bed.
She climbed onto the bed and took my hardness in her hand working it up until I was 'locked and cocked' I remember I really was hard that afternoon - rock solid. She then sat astride me and I started on those lovely boobs as she rocked her pussy to and fro on my pubic bone. My cock was wedged in the cleavage of her buttocks, I think. She shuffled up toward my face and the next thing I know her pussy is right over my mouth.
It didn't take long from there to work Merille into something of a frenzy, as she moaned and moaned. I couldn't see her breasts but I could certainly feel them and the more I worked on them with my hands the harder they became - they were pretty firm to begin with LL...unlike yours!
She came shortly after that and I felt her thighs tighten against my side as she did. She then slid down my body and impaled herself on my hard member. She was slick with lubrication, so despite her slender frame entry was quick and delightful. She rode me like a maniac, like a woman who hadn't been laid in a while, and with quite a technique, so that we both gained great satisfaction from our afternoon romp.
After a while we both showered together, that was nice too. Lathering each other's bodies and exploring all over...kissing in the shower was interesting, too.
By the time we had both sorted ourselves and dressed it was time for dinner in Poitiers. That was a delight of a different sort, along of course with Merille's company. I stayed that night LL - more wine with dinner naturally, meant there was no way I could drive and I already had my stuff in her bedroom. Turned out I was right. She hadn't had a man in some time. I rectified that twice again that night and once again in the morning. Four times in eighteen hours, not bad and we both enjoyed our sex greatly.
From there onto La Rochelle the next morning, with a promise to see Mirelle again. I did - twice. Once in Paris and once in London.
Near Cheyenne, Wyoming, USA 2006
My US meanderings took me on a number of road trips. The above photo was taken near Cheyenne, Wyoming LL. I even emailed you from that area, but you never knew. My route took me to Boise Idaho out of Portland, Or via I-84. I was on my way to see Yellowstone and a few Native American places. Last time I had been in Yellowstone National Park was about 1990. I also had a date near Cheyenne with a lady who liked my photographic work (via my website) and knew I was planning to pass through Wyoming. That's her above.
The US is a big country as you may know, LL. It's 1200 miles between the two places by road, so I took my time over a period of nearly five days, I think. Anyways after several stops and overnight stays I arrived in Cheyenne and booked into my hotel. A shower a meal and a little exploring and I hit the sack for a good night's sleep.
The next morning I headed out of town to the ranch that I was to meet Sara at. Like a lot of places in the northern States the wood on the barns, I saw as I approached, were well weathered. Not unusual considering the hard winters there. The house was different though, being largely brick with some wooden finish and a covered veranda. A lady, I took to be Sara, came out of one of the barns to meet me. She was dressed in boots, jeans, a hat and a shirt. Typical clothing for that country.
Her hospitality showed as she took me to the house and conjured up some eggs and ham. I couldn't refuse - along with a pot of coffee, it was perfect (perfick LL - remember). After that welcome and talk she said 'I've saddled up a horse for you - you told me you ride.' I had unloaded my camera gear and cut it down to two cameras and some lenses which I put in the saddle bags. Then we set off. LL, I recommend you have a look at the Wyoming countryside. It's a great place for a ride, although the main purpose was the photo shoot which Sara wanted to reflect her and Wyoming.
It took a while to get used to a Western Saddle again but I soon adjusted and we rode out at a canter. The country where Sara's family ranch is range country LL. That is it is partly rolling grass plains and a little further runs into low hills. It's cattle country of course, but nothing like you would see in Europe. It is fairly open range with the cattle scattered over a vast number of acres.
Some miles out we dismounted and Sara tethered both our horses. I unpacked my cameras and started the shoot. We were among some low hills with conifers dotted here and there and rocky outcrops. These made a great backdrop. From there we rode back down the hills into the range country again. I guess you could liken it to a sea in a way. That day when I was out there with Sara the wind was blowing the longer grass and the undulating nature of the countryside was like the peaks and troughs of waves on the sea.
In the photo below, it's the countryside beyond the hill that's covered in scrub.
We dismounted in one of the troughs in that landscape. Sara was, in fact still is a Wyoming girl born and bred and, rather like Yorkshire folk in the UK LL, was pretty straightforward which I like. So she told me she wanted some nude shots taken but they couldn't be taken back at the house because the foreman and ranch hands were around until later in the day. Most of the morning we had talking mainly from the saddle so she had asked me all about myself.
With that in mind, I guessed she felt safe enough to undertake a nude shoot. That, and the rifle on her saddle! She stripped her shirt and jeans and then bra off and I took shots of her lean firm body. The panties stayed on for most of the shoot but then she said she might as well go the whole hog and slipped out of her remaining item of clothing. She looked great and I told her so as I circled around with the camera to capture her from all angles and with that touch of shadow that enhances...and it did.
Finally when I had done with the camera Sara talked away as I packed my stuff back in the saddle bag. Part of what she had been speaking about was how much she had enjoyed my company, bringing to world beyond Wyoming to her in my conversations about the UK, Europe and beyond. That, and the fact I made her laugh a lot during that long morning and early afternoon.
Bearing in mind (baring!) that Sara was still totally nude on that hot June day. I had my back to her as I packed my gear away slowly. She stopped speaking and after a pause asked me to make love to her on that golden grass. I still had my back to her but turned and she was standing right in front of me stark naked and definitely feeling horny from what I could see. She stroked and gripped her own breasts to the point that her nipples became erect. By then my fella imprisoned in my jeans as he was, was struggling to escape.
In a matter of moments Sara had laid back on the grass with her legs apart as I lost the last of my clothes. She looked admiringly, or was it wantonly at my cock which was fully erect. I didn't need to arouse her to make her wet, she already was. I placed myself between her legs and caressed and squeezed her boobs. She responded by grabbing my fella in her hand and working it slowly. Then she used it to tease her clit, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I guess she had been aroused from when she started stripping because she came quite quickly. Shouting out as she did. The horses 'jittered' a little. (Don't frighten the horses as the old saying goes). Then they settled again.
I lowered my head between her legs as she was still coming out of her orgasm and used my tongue on her clit. This caused her to convulse another three times before she could take no more. She was panting as I raised my head. Her breasts were now quite hard - they were very firm to start with. Her pussy was wide open after the attention it had received and so I slid into her slowly. She wriggled a little to get the angle right and then I fucked her slowly to begin with and then really hard as she gathered her legs in her hands and held them out at an angle that I didn't think was possible.
Eventually, and I say eventually for a reason LL, after three or four minutes I came and she came for the third time that I was aware of. Sara was one of the longest lasting fucks I had in a long time at that point and it was damned good for both of us. Something I will always remember not only for the sex but the location as well.
After our lovemaking we both lay stark naked on the grass looking at the sky not speaking. Then Sara just said 'Mmmm, that was great. Nobody has gone down there with their tongue before. I thought I would pass out. It was fantastic'. I replied, 'I aim to please, ma'am', and Sara burst out laughing. 'You certainly did and then some!'
We cleaned up and gradually got dressed. I admired Sara's body as he did. Her boobs proud and firm. her flat stomach, narrow waist and great hips. My eyes briefly traveled over the dark triangle at the top of her long slender legs and then I carried on dressing. She smiled at me, ' Glad we are riding and not walking' she said. ' Legs are a little weak and wobbly', and with that comment she mounted up as I did and we slowly rode back to her place, with the sun on our backs.
It was mid to late afternoon by now. Sara said she would pace us so that we arrived back by the time the hands had gone, and we did. A great day. I got some great photos, and so did Sara. One remark I made as we dismounted back at the ranch I will always remember LL, because it made Sara laugh uncontrollably for a while, was ' That was a fucking good ride!'
I stayed the night, we slept together and made love twice more once that night and again in the morning. The photo above was taken outside one of the barns that early evening. I still treasure it even though I am now a long time married.
It took a while to get used to a Western Saddle again but I soon adjusted and we rode out at a canter. The country where Sara's family ranch is range country LL. That is it is partly rolling grass plains and a little further runs into low hills. It's cattle country of course, but nothing like you would see in Europe. It is fairly open range with the cattle scattered over a vast number of acres.
Some miles out we dismounted and Sara tethered both our horses. I unpacked my cameras and started the shoot. We were among some low hills with conifers dotted here and there and rocky outcrops. These made a great backdrop. From there we rode back down the hills into the range country again. I guess you could liken it to a sea in a way. That day when I was out there with Sara the wind was blowing the longer grass and the undulating nature of the countryside was like the peaks and troughs of waves on the sea.
In the photo below, it's the countryside beyond the hill that's covered in scrub.
We dismounted in one of the troughs in that landscape. Sara was, in fact still is a Wyoming girl born and bred and, rather like Yorkshire folk in the UK LL, was pretty straightforward which I like. So she told me she wanted some nude shots taken but they couldn't be taken back at the house because the foreman and ranch hands were around until later in the day. Most of the morning we had talking mainly from the saddle so she had asked me all about myself.
With that in mind, I guessed she felt safe enough to undertake a nude shoot. That, and the rifle on her saddle! She stripped her shirt and jeans and then bra off and I took shots of her lean firm body. The panties stayed on for most of the shoot but then she said she might as well go the whole hog and slipped out of her remaining item of clothing. She looked great and I told her so as I circled around with the camera to capture her from all angles and with that touch of shadow that enhances...and it did.
Finally when I had done with the camera Sara talked away as I packed my stuff back in the saddle bag. Part of what she had been speaking about was how much she had enjoyed my company, bringing to world beyond Wyoming to her in my conversations about the UK, Europe and beyond. That, and the fact I made her laugh a lot during that long morning and early afternoon.
Bearing in mind (baring!) that Sara was still totally nude on that hot June day. I had my back to her as I packed my gear away slowly. She stopped speaking and after a pause asked me to make love to her on that golden grass. I still had my back to her but turned and she was standing right in front of me stark naked and definitely feeling horny from what I could see. She stroked and gripped her own breasts to the point that her nipples became erect. By then my fella imprisoned in my jeans as he was, was struggling to escape.
In a matter of moments Sara had laid back on the grass with her legs apart as I lost the last of my clothes. She looked admiringly, or was it wantonly at my cock which was fully erect. I didn't need to arouse her to make her wet, she already was. I placed myself between her legs and caressed and squeezed her boobs. She responded by grabbing my fella in her hand and working it slowly. Then she used it to tease her clit, slowly at first and then faster and faster. I guess she had been aroused from when she started stripping because she came quite quickly. Shouting out as she did. The horses 'jittered' a little. (Don't frighten the horses as the old saying goes). Then they settled again.
I lowered my head between her legs as she was still coming out of her orgasm and used my tongue on her clit. This caused her to convulse another three times before she could take no more. She was panting as I raised my head. Her breasts were now quite hard - they were very firm to start with. Her pussy was wide open after the attention it had received and so I slid into her slowly. She wriggled a little to get the angle right and then I fucked her slowly to begin with and then really hard as she gathered her legs in her hands and held them out at an angle that I didn't think was possible.
Eventually, and I say eventually for a reason LL, after three or four minutes I came and she came for the third time that I was aware of. Sara was one of the longest lasting fucks I had in a long time at that point and it was damned good for both of us. Something I will always remember not only for the sex but the location as well.
After our lovemaking we both lay stark naked on the grass looking at the sky not speaking. Then Sara just said 'Mmmm, that was great. Nobody has gone down there with their tongue before. I thought I would pass out. It was fantastic'. I replied, 'I aim to please, ma'am', and Sara burst out laughing. 'You certainly did and then some!'
We cleaned up and gradually got dressed. I admired Sara's body as he did. Her boobs proud and firm. her flat stomach, narrow waist and great hips. My eyes briefly traveled over the dark triangle at the top of her long slender legs and then I carried on dressing. She smiled at me, ' Glad we are riding and not walking' she said. ' Legs are a little weak and wobbly', and with that comment she mounted up as I did and we slowly rode back to her place, with the sun on our backs.
It was mid to late afternoon by now. Sara said she would pace us so that we arrived back by the time the hands had gone, and we did. A great day. I got some great photos, and so did Sara. One remark I made as we dismounted back at the ranch I will always remember LL, because it made Sara laugh uncontrollably for a while, was ' That was a fucking good ride!'
I stayed the night, we slept together and made love twice more once that night and again in the morning. The photo above was taken outside one of the barns that early evening. I still treasure it even though I am now a long time married.
London 2005
It's been my pleasure, (that's an understatement!) and pleasure to photograph some beautiful women of the years. Some have been more than mere subjects to take shots of, as you know LL.
Emilie, above was one who I would count as a real beauty and I loved shooting her. She was one of my return clients coming back regularly and at least once a year. The shot above is a studio commission shot taken against that rough wall to enhance the beauty of her skin.
Uppsala, Sweden 2007
Lykke, it's pronounced 'licky', LL was someone I met in Uppsala whilst I was in Stockholm on business in 2007. Bearing in mind what followed, it always amused me those two name hers and where she lived. Both suggestive by nature and in due course by actions..
I won't 'bore' you with the sex we enjoyed when she invited me to her place in Uppsala for the weekend apart from to say licking was involved and being up Lykke both from the front and from behind was involved. It's true what they say about Swedish girls they are quite open to clean casual sex and so we enjoyed a lovely weekend together and enjoyed our sex...while you continued your boring existence. I even emailed you from Uppsala much to Lykke's amusement.
We were sitting up in bed both naked at the time. I loved the irony of the situation.
How did we meet? She was employed by the company I was visiting. I'd been in Denmark a few days before and that was interesting too....
Los Angeles, California
This is an old one I took on an old camera I will leave the date unspecified, but it was not in your time, at least I don't think so.
Paris Early March 2005...Naturally ;-)
Another of those midweek trips I used to take when you thought I was at home. I didn't really care a damn by then what you thought, as I had just learnt that yet again you were 'playing away', LL.
So a few days in Paris with my then lover there was something really nice to look forward to. We were regulars. I had quite a few regulars then. In Europe, Italy, France, Denmark, Germany, Spain and of course Sweden. In the USA, New England, New York, Florida, Oregon and California. In the UK, in East Anglia, in Yorkshire, in Cumbria (including you, but not only you), in Bristol, and in London and the South. I really was 'busy' back then. It kept me and the ladies involved amused and satisfied and as you know I love women and I love travel.
The lady above? Her name is Camille and she was classy and sexy too. She was a rider, that is she loved to be on top and liked me to spank her as she climaxed. Nothing kinky just a good slap on the bottom. When you view the photo of her above think about that body astride mine LL and that bottom above that I spent many a happy hour with. I've played with photo to highlight the wine and glass.
She always, and I mean always complimented me on my technique, the lengths (intended pun) I went to to meet her needs and to satisfy her. Nice to be appreciated. You were definitely going off the boil by then, so to have a forty year old sophisticated French woman appreciate me did wonders for my ego. We had our regular restaurants, our wines of choice and she even collected me from the airport (Charle de Gaulle).
London Studio 2006
The shot above was taken in the London Studio, the year after we parted, LL. It is enhanced, via Photoshop Pro, and makes Rebecca look even more attractive than she is. I will leave this one there except to say she had lovely boobs and great nipples. I took close ups, which I might post sometime...
Marbella, Spain 2007
This is an American friend that I took with me to Marbella. We flew direct from Atlanta to Madrid (before I possessed a jet) then onto Marbella. Spent two weeks, or so, there and I checked out various real estate while Michelle sunned herself.
The photo above? I took it as we were fooling about with a mock pillow fight. Looking at this photo reminds me of what wonderful boobs she has. We had a great two weeks there LL, while you continued to lead your mundane life. Lots of good food, lots of wine, lots of sun and loads of sex. Remember in Florida when you wanted sex and I wasn't playing? Do you know why? Because I knew about your infidelity that's why. Never had to refuse anyone (or two!) since you went your way.
The other thing Michelle had going for her apart from a great personality, was that she was a real estate agent (international firm) and a boon to have with me on that trip, in more ways than one. Imagine how having that body alongside me, on top of me and underneath me made me feel. From what was said over many a meet up. I think she enjoyed me just as much. On top of her, alongside her under her and most of all inside her...any which way.
New York Studio - Fall 2006
Funny, isn't it, that there was you thinking that I was in some sort of limbo after we parted in October 2005 and only having met Carole nine months later. Whereas I was far ahead of your curve from March 2004 onward. I said on a number of occasions that you would have to rise early to catch me. You never did. Only since you left have you gradually learnt more about me, and even that is far from complete.
I took the photo above in my New York studio in the same month Carole and I wandered off in our different directions. The lady is called Katy. The photo I love for the shadows and the trick it plays with her hand seemingly making the 'OK' sign on her right breast. Although it is taken in my studio it is not a commission just a photo for a very close friend...and I mean very close.
I revel in the beauty of a good looking woman from head to tail, from intellect to personality. For their part many of them also revelled in their own beauty hence their propensity for photos of them at their best. There are, of course those that wanted much more intimate shots, largely to remember a moment in time that they shared with me...and me with them. I still have one such time between you and me LL, before your wanderings...
That's enough for now. I will return with more in due course.
Hope the Stag's Horn Sumachs are still with you. Even if you chop them down they tend to sprout elsewhere...bit like me, in fact
Ciao
Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are copyright. ©
Photographs in this blog have been edited to preserve anonymity. All photos are copyright. ©
