For LL
Whilst not wishing to bombard you with my libraries, it is only right that you should know how extensive my work was and also, in a lot of instances, my encounters.
Apart from the obvious, the theme running through this blog is the fact that all seasons are covered across a breadth of locations. The period - 2004 thru 2007. Four years, two hundred and eight weeks or 1460 days....and nights! That doesn't include most of 2008 right up to November - that's another 427 days...and nights.
Another Mid West girl. Annie, was in the City like me, for a vacation. We were staying at the same hotel, had a drink at the same bar and as luck would have it hooked up for a few days. I guess it was my English accent that did it, at least that is what Annie said.
She was from Chicago seeking some sun (and it turned out, some fun) on the West Coast. Took the above one afternoon when we decided exercise inside was better than exercise outside.
I visited Chicago a few times, later.
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As the title says, a studio shot for this lovely lady called Jo. I have to tell you one thing LL there are some great boobs this side of the Atlantic and nice firm ones too. I only got to photograph the ones above, but that was a pleasure in itself.
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Freja was one of the loveliest Danish girls I ever had the opportunity to photograph. As the title suggests this wasn't taken in Denmark. It was taken in East Anglia, UK. The location is a house that was part of a development one of my companies had just built - hence no furniture drapes or blinds.
It was located on the edge of a village, so quite private with only fields out of the window shown. It was June so lovely and warm. Freja was working for the pharmaceutical company I am majority owner of. She was over as we had some business to complete in Cambridge.
She stayed with me, first in the London apartment, then in Norfolk, UK. We came to know each other intimately, and I didn't have to make the running. Being a gentleman, I offered her a separate bedroom in my apartment, but she just smiled and told me she wanted to sleep with me, in her lovely Danish accent. Who was I to refuse when you had moved onto yet another man, behind my back.
Caressing that beautiful body shown above LL, was far more of a pleasure than doing the same with yours and my abilities were appreciated even more than your expression of delight at those very same 'abilities'. Even my hands didn't fully encompass those mammaries above...but they sure as hell tried!!😜
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This was November in Southern Spain. Luckily it was warmer than either of us had expected. I met Sue funnily enough via Carole. You remember Carole don't you LL. Sue I met at a police get together that Carole and I went to. Bet you never thought that WPC's looked like this out of those uniforms.
She had heard that Carole and I had gone our separate ways, amicably, due to Carole wanting to return to an affair she had before we met. Carole and I were only together for great sex. She was very good LL and told me I was too.
A phone call from Sue and we met for coffee. Apparently Carole had given her my number! Not that I was complaining. From there we went out together for a while, as her shifts allowed. That was fine by me as it gave me freedom to travel and visit London for photographic work etc etc.
We eventually took a vacation together in late 2006 only about four weeks or so after Carole and I went our separate ways. So five weeks after Carole we were in Majorca enjoying a brief break. Sue was quite a vivacious woman and had a great sense of fun. She dressed in the suspender belt and other accoutrements just to titillate me. Right about when I took this she was down to the bare essentials literally. I leave you to guess what happened next LL, but it was a very active few days.
Like many of the women in my life from 2004 thru 2007, we met up occasionally purely for casual sex and dinner etc. I had never been so 'active' as I was through those four years.
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Nice neighbor Nina, and that was a fact. Much younger than me but quite generous with her 'favors' Nina was another casual sexual partner who would call me or ring my bell on her way home from work if she felt frisky, and she often did.
It was great arrangement. Neither of us had any expectations apart from seeking satisfaction. We also lived in the same block near the Tower of London, so we hardly had to go far. The photo above was taken in her place one Saturday just before we shared that bed LL.
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I had been in France for a few days on some commissions just before getting home and seeing Nina in the previous section. One such commission took me to this lady above. I had never been to Orléans before, so despite it being very late in the year I decided to stay overnight rather than return to Paris the same day.
I recall I arrived there early in the day and took a coffee near the station. Then a cab to my client's place. Her name is Elena, I know another Elena in France LL, but this is not the same one. It wasn't always known what my commission would look like. I did get to photograph some interesting faces but you would hardly call them beautiful. So I was very pleasantly surprised when Elena answered her door. I was confronted by an English speaking, albeit with a very attractive French accent, woman whose curves were all in the right places.
Another coffee over which we discussed in more detail what she wanted from the shoot. We got on well, as I did with almost all my clients and others. Having a good English accent opened many doors, including bedroom ones ... and a few other places!
Back to Elena LL. Her requirements were pretty much the usual of portrait shots, fashion items and some in her lingerie - she is French, after all! My work by now usually went before me. That is intros were made when what I had achieved was known. I'm not sure what other information was passed, but the results were frequently very gratifying LL
It was in the case of Elena. Having achieved most of what she wanted by late afternoon, I had left my mobile lighting still set up. She suggested from her lingerie clad, but gown covered, body that perhaps I would take some nude shots of her - tasteful, she told me, nothing verging on pornographic. Elena had obviously heard that I took such shots, from part of my network of clients.
It was dark outside by now, I remember, but cosy inside and was to get a lot cosier. First of all Elena started by wearing some sheer negligee type items that were, as the name suggests, see through. The shot above was taken during this session. As you can see LL another spectacular, in my opinion, woman in front of my camera. To think that just one year before you thought you had left me in limbo...no way baby!
As you might imagine when Elena was dressed like that, (or more accurately not dressed), the inevitable happened, to be consummated again that night - I never did stay at the hotel I had booked in the City of Orléans, but Elena and I were more than satisfied with that sacrifice.
Imagine LL, your ex partner, of just twelve months previously, enjoying a woman like her. Endowed as she was of a great figure, gorgeous breasts and a French woman's lust for sex.
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Nowhere near as cool that sweater might indicate. This is an American lady I knew/know who still lives in New England but accompanied me on a trip to Europe. We ended up in the Balearics before making our way to Paris and back home Stateside.
Love this photo which was completely natural and not posed. Reminds me beautifully of her long legs. You will have to imagine how the rest of Dee looks...I don't have to.
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I remember it was cold and snow all around which gave this beautiful city an wonderful look. I took many photos of what is often called the Paris of the East. I had a commission there although not the lady above whose name is Jana (may be spelt Janah, can't remember now). My commission for a change was a new building, not people, although I took some street shots as I love capturing images of folk going about their daily business.
Jana was lovely. As so often we ended up at her place through a chance meeting in a coffee shop. I bumped into her and spilled her coffee! I bought her another and we then sat down together. She spoke English of course LL. My Czech is non existent. She was a very lively girl and to make up for my mishap, after we had been talking for over an hour, I tentatively suggested dinner with her that evening. A little hesitation and then she agreed.
We enjoyed a great evening together and I walked her back to her place in the snow and ice. Jana invited me in. It was a fairly basic apartment but warm and cosy and she produced some Brandy... to warm us up, she said.
No prizes for what happened after that. I took the above photo with my Lumix, as Jana was gradually shedding her clothes. At this point she was as you can see topless and she had also shed her panties. It didn't take long to dispose of the rest before we were under the covers exploring each other, and then enjoying each other.
Jana's breasts were lovely and firm I remember, as were many of the women I enjoyed back then. There were some including you LL where the mass was there, but the firmness had long since gone. I didn't see Jana again but we emailed over the years. It was a classic one night stand, or lay, you could say. We both enjoyed what we got from it though.
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Chrissie was one of quite a few Californian women I photographed during my extended stay there in 2007. She was a classic lady LL in dress and, as you can see, in her figure as well. Very feminine, very hospitable and very warm.
It was a surprise to me on first visiting California for any time that there were so many wealthy women who were missing something in their sometimes meaningless lives. I did my best on quite a few occasions to 'fill their voids', Chrissie included. Although here I was in an upscale area of LA when I took this shot, Chrissie said she wanted to escape. That brought about my first visit to Skyros, my idea. Much later I bought a place there and still own it.
Chrissie had no idea of the beauty and solitude of some of the Greek islands. We flew to London together, then from there eventually to Skyros. Chrissie was blown away, LL. The difference between her life in LA and the time we spent in Skyros was just what she needed to get her life into some sort of perspective, She enjoyed her stay so much she said she would travel to Europe much more than she had in the past. I think she was awakened to the fact that the world didn't revolve around the LA social round.
I remember her saying that she thought I was far more worldly than her, which made me laugh. Naturally, during our time on the island, about a fortnight, we grew quite close. Physically, I awakened a whole different woman within her.
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California Early Fall 2007
Again in California a year and a month later, from that vacation with Chrissie, on a number of commissions and other business. This lady, above, was one such assignment who became an assignation.
Let me expand LL, to coin a phrase. Amanda was a friend of a friend who had dined with Chrissie and I in Hollywood, along with a number of other men and women. I remember talking with her briefly at that long lunch. We were all seated at a large circular table and she was nearly opposite me. I remembered thinking how attractive she was, in the way one thinks any beautiful woman is attractive. We barely spoke then, but she continually made eye contact with me, along with the briefest of small smiles appearing fleetingly on her face.
I was the only English person there and so was for a while the center of conversation, and you know LL how much I like to hold forth. Amanda was pretty much the furthest away, so any conversation with her was very difficult. However, about four weeks later a friend phoned and asked whether they could pass my number onto Amanda as she was thinking of asking me to photograph her.
To digress here, my business in California took off then (and it still continues to do so in 2018) largely from word of mouth recommendation, and mainly via requests by women.
Amanda rang and invited me over to her place near the beach just north of LA I took my cameras etc anticipating a shoot as requested by her. I was mildly surprised, when I arrived, to find this young woman lived in a one level property of some size, close to the Ocean, but not on it. I pulled into her drive that afternoon and she answered the door inviting me in. I dumped my bags in her hallway and took just one camera through to the backyard where she had several loungers out around a good sized pool.
Amanda was dressed in a beach wrap that ended mid thigh. She nodded toward the pool and said for me to join her in the pool. I only had my boxers with me apart from outer garments, so I stripped down while she watched. It was hot and stripping off was welcome. Amanda went into the house to get a drink for us, but then called me into the house. When I arrived she had two glasses ready with ice and the pool wrap had gone. She was topless and sporting a pair of the loveliest boobs a man might wish for.
She put the glasses down smiled came out from behind the counter revealing that she was also 'bottomless' LL That is, she was totally nude. She came over, pressed her body against mine and swiftly felt that I was already aroused. My boxers ended up on the floor. There was no way I could resist that body and she knew it. I cupped her buttocks in my hands and leaned down to suck her boobs, then moving one hand around to work on her pussy. It didn't take much to arouse her either.
She turned to the counter holding onto the edge and thrust her butt in my direction. I was inside her, with a little guidance, almost before I knew it, but I knew it alright. I was feeling really randy that day and I took her fast and hard, holding her hip with one hand and a boob with the other. The noises she made spurred me on to ejaculate inside her. I wasn't sure she had come, although she made a hell of a lot of noise if she hadn't.
Panting, I took her straight to the nearest bedroom, one I had spotted on the way into her home. She lay on the bed with her legs apart, arms outstretched and we made love again. She had managed to keep me erect despite having taken her only a short time earlier. This was a much slower affair in the comfort of the bed. Slow and very satisfying for her. We were both well lubricated and I made sure she enjoyed every minute of this more languorous approach, thrusting deep, then shallow, putting pressure on the front of her pussy then the back. Finally, changing speed and coming down hard on her clit. That effort sure found out some noises from the bed. It was a heavy American affair, but I'm sure it moved under our thrusting. She came, and made sure that if anyone had been in earshot they would have known.
Neither of us had said much during both bouts of sex and, after this second time, we lay back side by side and just held hands looking at the ceiling. I looked sideways at her, her eyes were closed but she just looked so pretty and her face was still flushed from our sex. After some time we stirred and she sat on the end of the bed as I walked round to her. I was going to lean down where she sat and kiss her. I did, but she just opened her legs and grabbed my cock and started on it. The plucky fella stirred. I reached down and squeezed both her boobs. Then she put my cock in her mouth and that did it, I was erect within seconds. I put my hand down on her pussy which was very wet, found her clit and started working it fast. With that she couldn't keep up her sucking on me.
She let go with her mouth, fell backwards on the bed and raised her legs widening them even further. From a quick glance downwards it was more than apparent that she was 'open for business' and welcoming some 'trade'. Amanda asked what I was doing as I knelt down between her legs. I told her to wait and see. I buried my face in her pussy, found her clit with my tongue and Amanda stop talking and started to make a lot of other noises. She was sensitive and her clit was soon erect. That little appendage that gives women so much pleasure was on its way to delivering a third time. She started bucking to rhythm of my efforts, and then she came with what can only be termed a scream. I stood there between her legs and worked on her breasts. She was desperate for me to be inside her.
I remained standing, as she was positioned right on the edge of the bed. She guided me in and I took her back to where she was just moments previously. Another scream lots of 'ohhh's' and then hard panting as she slowly came down from where she had been.
This time LL we were getting more than a little sticky, so, totally nude, we made our way to her secluded pool and relaxed in the warm water, smiling, talking and fondling more than a little. At some point I watched Amanda leave the pool to fetch drinks. While she was gone, I remember reflecting once again on what made me attractive to so many women, some nearly half my age. I gave up! Just thankful, something seemed to work with all of them...apart from the obvious! I watched her come back holding two drinks my eyes appraising her from head to ...her pretty tail and that triangular area between her legs. Her breasts bounced a little as she walked, not that much as they were very firm as I already knew.
We sat in the shallows of the pool talking and enjoying our drinks. Amanda's boobs seemingly floating on the surface of the water, might easily aroused me if we had not been talking of other things. Finally, we decided to shower and clean up. Her shower was big, and I mean big, with several heads. We showered together lathering each other and it soon became apparent that there was only one 'head' she was interested in, and that 'head' was very interested in her.
She turned around placing her hands on the shower wall, arched her back and thrust her butt toward me. I guided myself into her and we had heavenly sex in that shower LL. It was a joy to have my hands on her very slippery boobs and to feel those very erect nipples once again.
Never did a photo shoot on that occasion, although I took a few including the one above, that I shared with her. The rest will remain in my files. Did we meet again - you bet we did! She was a very 'hungry woman' and I am, as told to me by many a lady, a highly sexed male.
If nothing else, I will remember that particular encounter for our joint performances. Four in six as you might say. Four times within six hours. I surprised even myself that day.
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I was so angry with you, after learning you had taken on yet another man that March. Thank goodness I had friends in your area and a 'gizmo' that kept me informed.
The timing here in Essex, was just after a weekend with you, under false pretences on your part LL, and before I went on my trip over here in the US. I was furious, so I decided to contact someone I knew through my banking activities. She was at a loose end, and so I drove over to Colchester on the Tuesday to meet up with Jacqui. We both wanted the same thing and for the same reasons. That is, she had been cheated on as well. In a way we were both on 'our own', and neither of us liked that.
J liked to wear sexy underwear and she was ahead of the game with tattoos as you can see LL. Not that I sport any at all. I took this shot that Tuesday afternoon. Jacqui had been emailing me for some time but, due to my being busy with you, business, other assignations and, back in 2004, work where I wasn't the boss, I hadn't found the time to see her.
My anger took me there and I'm pleased I went. She had a lot to offer. It was on offer and she wanted me to partake in LL. I spent some time studying that tattoo at close quarters, unlike yours it was right above her main point of interest. I took the photo above at her behest just before.....
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The shot above LL is one of my favorite studio shots and very near the top of my list. A flawless woman with a flawless body. Almost perfect in my view. She is beautifully proportioned too.
No name here LL. Bit close to home, even if it is London where the shot was taken.
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When I worked in the City mentioned above, in the profession I was following when you and I met, I had around forty staff within my department. Two thirds of them were women. Of those I guess about fifteen appealed to my eye. However, although being friendly on a professional basis, I never became involved with any one of them.
My previous career in banking was a different matter. I had left that some four years before. when I bumped into Jen in the City one day. She asked how I was doing and likewise I asked her the same. Incidentally, she normally had her hair bunched, or maybe scrunched, up on her head, not as you see it above LL.
After catching up on work related stuff - hers and mine, I told her that I had just found out that my partner, you LL, was cheating on me, She used to be my assistant so we were quite close with our domestic relationship knowledge.To my surprise, genuine surprise, I found out that she had split with her partner of over five years. We had coffee at a place you know of LL, but long since gone, and decided to meet up again. We did and then Jen, who was not backward in coming forward, suggested a weekend away together!
We decided on Oxford. Jen had never been before.
In between the first meeting and Oxford, Jen told me that she had always had a 'thing' for me, but when we were working together, she knew I was happily married, so did nothing. Looking back she did like to spend a lot of time in my office and literally right by my side looking over various cases. The last meeting before Oxford she didn't kiss me good bye on the cheek, but instead pressed her body against mine and kissed me on the lips. Then I knew what I wanted....
I always thought it was quite a sweet thing that your first dalliance behind my back was in or near Oxford, and here I was about to do something similar in the very same place.
We had a lovely weekend LL, Jen and I, sightseeing, dining and making love. The photo above is after one such morning 'session'.
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During the Spring of 2006 I stayed a couple of nights in Sarasota LL, despite the fact it really isn't that far away from my neck of the woods in Naples - I was in Fort Myers back then of course.
I have been there many times since of course and at least several times with a partner, including one Canadian lady...but they are other stories. Sarasota is a lovely place in my view, part of 'old' Florida and with plenty of Spanish overtones. Which brings me to Benita above.
Benita is Cuban by birth, American by nationality. We met on the beach. I was taking photo graphs, as I do! Always carry a camera is my motto and I don't just mean an iPhone. Benita approached me when she saw me taking photos. We were both at the far end of the beach so not too many folk around. She was dressed in the shorts and top you see above LL. From the sheen on her lovely skin she had obviously applied sun tan lotion at some stage.
She asked what I photographed and I told her pretty much anything, but particularly nature, people and horses. I love meeting new people especially women whose company I prefer to that of men, and Benita was a delight to talk to. It transpired that she was part owner of a restaurant in Sarasota that specialized in Cuban cuisine. I learnt quite a bit over several years from that source.
She treated me to lunch on the house. She also told me that she lived in the apartment above the restaurant hence she was able to access the beach quite quickly and be back at the restaurant if required. I ascertained she wasn't married and she asked me about my life. I told her that I had had a rough few years but life was now on the up. Mind you looking across the table at her cleavage it was very nearly not the only thing that was on the up, LL!
Lunchtime diners dwindled by around 2.30 that afternoon and as we had been lingering of food and coffee for a couple of hours, Benita asked whether I would photograph her. I agreed, after all she was an attractive Cuban lady. She decided it should be indoors and we left, via the kitchens, to access her apartment. I had the one Nikon DSLR with me, plus a flash gun.
As you may well imagine LL, Cubans are a hot bloodied race and Benita was no exception. At the time, despite her being dressed in just that brief singlet top and shorts, I truly thought photos were the only item on the menu. How wrong I was.
I had turned my back on her to rummage in my bag for the flash gun. When I turned round after fixing the gun to the camera. What you see in the photo above is what I saw. I was persuaded to leave photography until later as she invited me to partake of the first item on the menu - those boobs and lovely brown nipples. As I closed my mouth over her nipples in turn it was more than apparent that I was dealing with a pair of the finest firm and perky Latin breasts that I had come across (that last few words encapsulate another story, lady, and time LL!)
Her panties matched her top but, as by now, she was wearing neither it was academic. I had disposed of my polo shirt and shorts. After the preliminary 'tapas' - a little sucking and nibbling we were both ready for the main course, or plato principal, if you prefer Spanish LL.
Benita wasn't tall, in fact she was only a few inches above your height LL, but she made up for that in other areas, as I am sure you can see above, and deduce. We both stood there naked. Her nipples were hard after my teasing and I felt them against my chest as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. My hands went to her waist and then her butt. Something hard and erect was between us much to her amusement and delight.
Benita turned around and leaned against me her buttocks pushed against me. My hands moved to those ever so firm and perky breasts then one hand travelled lower to test her readiness. That hand needn't have bother - her lips were wide apart. By now her legs were spread and she had placed her hands on the wall in front of her. Benita had thrust her lovely arse toward me and I guided myself into her. Sex standing up can be quite scintillating and it sure was that afternoon. I thrust so hard I nearly lifted her off the floor. She gave as good as I did and we had some pretty hectic sex. Most of the time I was holding onto her boobs for purchase. That was an absolute delight and so was the sex.
We never made it to her bedroom. In fact on that trip, I never even saw it, but we did make it to the couch!
Dessert? That was taken in the shower with plenty of 'cream'.
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The shot above of Debbie was taken in my apartment in London -the one I owned back then - one December afternoon. This was barely two months after you and I parted, of course. I will leave you to imagine how we kept warm that day, apart from the central heating, that is.
Debbie is a London friend, possessed of a beautiful figure that I have explored on a number of occasions. She was just another 'acquaintance' who liked to be wined, dined and entertained from time to time. Back then she had a lovely apartment in Islington.
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Spring in Norfolk, UK - April 2005
After I returned from my three week, almost, trip over here ending up in Oregon, I went back to my then Norfolk home. That trip was the one when you called me at PDX (Portland Oregon airport).
I knew of your dalliance and the messages you were exchanging with your now man. After the revelation in 2004, I knew I couldn't trust you so hence the gizmo/software on your computer. I was still angry as you hadn't had the guts to admit to what you were up to. I knew you were a coward then, and so it proved at the end of the same year - 2005
I wasn't going to sit around and do nothing so I continued with the more pleasurable pursuit of casual sexual partners, their company and their conversation. One such was Laura who appears above shot at my Norfolk home at the top of my large garden against a backdrop of the bamboo I grew there.
Laura - she was the daughter of the car man I was advising at that time and she regularly delivered figures to me in connection with her father's business. In fact she was more business minded than he was and as a result we spoke the same language. That regularity, my singularity and our both having heads for figures translated into a relationship, despite being separated by over twenty years in age. Just more numbers as Laura put it. She had the perfect reason for being there and with no boyfriend in tow, we both managed to get what we wanted.
As I said we both had a head for figures but that interest in figures didn't end there. She had a liking for mine and its thick appendage and me, well what wasn't to like about that figure above. Laura wore sexy underwear for me, not that I requested it, but she said it made her feel sexy as well. However, with her body I needed no additions to turn me on. Those thighs, boobs and butt were more than enough.
She liked me to caress her all over LL and I mean all over right down to her very intimate areas - her lady garden, if you like. A sort of Tantric massage you might say. I know one thing it made her more than ready when the time came. During the week when she had her period, she took to sucking to maintain my satisfaction....very pleasant, and she would swallow or allow me to shoot my lot over her boobs.
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One week, just one week after I last saw you at your home before we parted, I set off to Bruges for an overnight stay to shoot the lady above. She's English incidentally and was recommended as a contact by a friend, a lady, in London. I knew that Claire, above, wanted some photos and that I was to stay in her spare bedroom.
I love Bruges, it has charm and culture, good restaurants and stores, old buildings and....young women!
Claire, as it seemed with many of the women I photographed, although not the happily married ones, wanted a little more than just their photos. The shot above in a nearly dark room was taken just before she (and I) embarked on a little sexual exercise. I remember now, looking at the photograph above after nearly thirteen years had wonderfully long legs and the necessary accoutrements on her chest to make for a lovely late Fall afternoon...followed by a shower and dinner afterward...followed by a night together. Never did use that spare bedroom LL!
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A studio shot of a very lovely Iranian lady...and a very wealthy one at that. I expected her to have some qualms about the nude shots she required, but not all. If anything she was less shy, nervous, whatever, than many of my English or American clients.
I'll leave this one right here for reasons that I can't disclose.
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I don't think I really had to say this was taken in California did I. It shrieks of LA both in her dress and the surroundings. Her name is Meryl, (not that Meryl!). Her was colored. How do I know? Well that shouldn't be difficult to work out should it LL. Which means that she made herself available fully and several time and on several occasions.
I guess another bored lady who had the great lifestyle, but was certainly lacking something in her life! She really didn't want the photos I took, although she paid for them. She just wanted a man and I guess she had heard of some of my exploits from others because she was up for it before I got into her double doors.
She had nothing on under that dress which hid two magnificent breasts. Of course I took photos, all in that dress apart from some personal ones in which Meryl wore her birthday suit. Some were really intimate too. Have to say she was one hungry lady. She wanted me back there the next day and the next. I managed the third day. We met up again on several occasions when I was in LA, which was fairly frequently.
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Remember my place in Florida back then LL? Sure you do. Well this shot above was taken there in the very same bed, although I had replaced all the sheets from your time.
By this time 2006, I had gotten to know a lot of my neighbors including this lady who lived on the other side of the Circle that is the other end of that lake. She was young and renting the place she was in, or rather her company paid part of the rental.
I met her at an Easter parade on the street in 2006 which had been arranged mainly for the kids in the neighborhood. While we, the adults, were watching, I became aware, mainly because she was pretty, of Frankie (Frances) who standing next to me. Some one I started chatting to me briefly then he moved on a bit leaving me next to Frankie and some children. She started the conversation by commenting on my accent and asking whether I was from New England. I told her that I was in a manner of speaking (I had bought my place in New Hampshire by then LL) but in fact I was from 'old' England.
From there she asked me loads of questions about Europe and England. We were so deep in conversation that I really don't remember that parade. Upshot was that I said why don't we continue our chat over lunch. I drove us both out to Granma Dots on Sanibel and we spent the whole afternoon there talking and walking the beaches before making our way back home.
Frankie thanked me for a lovely day and we both said we should do it again. I dropped her off at her place and drove round the Circle and into my garage. By the time I went out on the patio to sit for a while, the day was nearing it's end. I was looking down the right hand arm of the Lake LL at the sky as the sun was on its way to setting. Always a good time to ruminate on the day.
That's when I saw someone waving. It was Frankie back at her rental. I picked up my small green binoculars and took a look waving as I did. She was in her undies! Quite what that meant I wasn't sure at the time, but I was to find out later that week.
Frankie worked of course, so we just talked on the phone and exchanged the odd text that week. She was pretty, as I have said LL, and single, but I didn't think too much beyond that, given we were quite a few years apart in age - still are!
Anyway the weekend came around and Frankie phoned and we went out to the island again and sunbathed on that white sand LL. First time I had seen beyond her legs which, when I was last with her, were in shorts. She looked even lovelier in her bikini, slim and long-legged. After a hot afternoon on Sanibel we gathered our stuff up and headed back the short distance to the Circle via Summerlin. Frankie didn't bother to change so there she was in my car clad in her bikini.
We turned into the Circle and that was when Frankie asked if she could see my place. I activated the garage door opener and we drove in and decamped into the house....as you once did LL. Frankie wandered around as I put a few things including my camera on the counter.
She called me from my bedroom and I walked through still carrying my camera. That, LL, is when I took the photo above. She had thrown back the sheets on my bed taken her bikini top almost off and was in the middle of taking the bottom off. I stood there for a second before asking if I could take a shot. She said yes on the proviso that I took her. I remember we laughed at that. Then she was naked and so was I and very ready.
Next thing was that I found myself between her legs head thrust into her pussy, lips and tongue working their magic. She loved it. According to her, few guys liked to go down there with their tongues. I made her come quite quickly - seemed she had a propensity to climax early, she had said later. She pulled her legs up and quite far apart and I entered her slowly. Although she had had a climax she was still a fairly tight fit.
That proved to be to both our benefits as she seemed to thrive on my slow machinations inside her pussy, moaning and saying 'more' in turn. I was supporting myself on my arms and at one point lowered my head to tease her boobs with my tongue. They firmed up very quickly accompanied by more moaning. She pulled me down onto her and wrapped her legs around me. That seemed to be our signal to change gear and I slammed into her hard. Her voice in my left ear was hoarse and sounding sexy as she uttered OMG, OMG then ohhhhhh.....as she had her second orgasm since climbing onto my bed.
She was wet as hell down there LL. I gently pulled her to the edge of the bed stood and re-entered and then for want of a better word fucked her hard and fast again. I felt her convulse, I saw her convulse, her eyes rolling upwards and then she came again ... and again...and so did I, shooting all of it right into her.
She told me afterwards that she would never look at an older guy in the same light again! Yes, we did meet up a number of times when I was there. It suited us both, of course. Eventually, Frankie's job took her out of State, to Maryland...but that's another story. I used to pull her leg and say I was Frankie's 'body inserter'. It was a play on her job title. Go figure LL.
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The number of women and men, although I don't bother to show you the latter, that I have shot in my New York studio from 2006 to date are legion. Then, I guess they would be over a period of twelve years.
Here's one from back in early summer 2006 that I particularly like. I told Cate, the subject, it was an 'A' frame shot.
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In the same way that I shot lots of women in my New York studio, I equally photographed and 'entertained' many at my two New England homes.
I remember this weekend well, not only for Lou, above but for the fact it was freezing and then some outside. Needless to say we managed to keep warm inside (she was warm 'inside', too). In fact we didn't go out at all, if memory serves. I know I had two things to keep me occupied a lot of the time and they appear on Lou's chest above.
Remember that morning in that shit hole in Denia many moons ago when I played with and sucked your boobs most of one morning, much to your pleasure. Well I did the same with Lou three mornings in a row and she loved it and so did her breasts. I was amazed how they hardened under my attentions. No lack of women LL and no lack of women with sexy underwear or lovely sized boobs. It was once a pleasure knowing you, but it was a far greater pleasure knowing Lou's boobs than yours.
Who was she? Another lady who I met in a small town in Massachusetts while over there on business from my home in New Hampshire. Not sure what I have but in my mind I like to call it my pussy magnet...and it sure works! I entertained many ladies, separately mostly, at my then two New England homes, either via photo shoots or just via friendships. Lou was one of the latter.
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Two of the nicest, I have met. No, they are not enhanced they are the real thing. I can attest to that having been hands on, so to speak.
The lady's name is Shelley a regular bosom pal of mine (like that description LL?) At least she was back then. I had set up a business in Philadelphia, via an attorney I had hired in the State and March was when we opened the doors for business. It wasn't retail but real estate - commercial stuff. Shelley was my office manager back then, just below the two guys I employed as agents. Having considerable capital makes it easy to take advantage of opportunities. I had identified through research that Philly along with several other locations in Penn State were ripe for growth. The early days were slow, but these days the business is thriving with six offices in the State.
That's the background - Shelley was the bonus, or icing on the cake. She was certainly creamed quite a few times by yours truly and she loved it. In the same way that you were afraid to come back to me, even briefly, because you knew that once we were in bed, that would be it - you loved it too, didn't you.
She had a cleavage to die for and an ever welcoming pussy, so my visits to Philly were always a pleasure and always something to look forward to ...and down upon.
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I was in DC at the behest of a client, but not the lady you see above LL. I remember I had just finished up in the studio I was borrowing for that client shoot when the young lady above walked in and asked for the owner. Jim had lent me the studio for a couple of days so I told the lady that I was there temporarily.
Then the English accent had her chatting and asking where I was from. Eventually, it transpired, she wanted some photos, of course, as it was a photo studio. I told her that I could take some but didn't want to take Jim's business. Fact is she returned the following morning. The morning because I was spending the afternoon moving my gear out.
She turned up right on time the following morning. I have just realized that I have referred to her as 'she' up to now. Her name was/is Teresa, or Terry, as he preferred. Terry was wearing a loose top and summer skirt, as I recall. When my equipment was ready, she slipped her top and skirt off and I started shooting her in her underwear. Full length and close ups were taken. Then she removed her bra and revealed her modest but attractive breasts. Again shots were taken including close ups.
The photograph above was the final one I took as she had started to pull her panties down. I came out from behind my camera (it's often on a tripod for the fixed shots LL) and stood watching her. Terry looked up at me smiled and took her panties right off. No prizes for what she was contemplating LL.
Very soon after, that was confirmed. She walked across the studio, her boobs jiggling a little and she was swaying her hips provocatively. When she reached me she undid my belt and zipper, kissed me on the lips and then pulled my chinos down, along with my underwear I pulled my shirt over my head and we were then both nude.
There was no doubt what she wanted and no doubt what I expected, judging from my erection. There was no couch in the studio just some throws and an old chair, but that didn't stop Terry. I had thought she was a tad shy when I first met her by chance at Jim's studio, but boy, she was quite the sexy beast when it came to it.
I caressed and squeezed her breasts and leaned down to suck on her nipples. She hardened quite quickly. I guess her breasts became engorged with blood as she was aroused. When I removed my mouth those nipples were quite erect. I could feel them against my chest as she leaned back against the wall her body pressed against mine and her legs apart. She allowed my cock to slip between her legs and locate her wet pussy.
Then she put her arms around my neck wrapped her left leg around my thigh and I inserted myself inside her pussy. I held her buttocks firmly, then we were 'at it' quite passionately LL. I thrust up hard and fast. She beat me too it. Undoubtedly due to the slamming on her clit, because she came within a few minutes of our sex. I continued as she dug her nails into my back. The more I thrust the greater she used her nails on my back. I made her come again. Then, mid sex, I turned her around inserted myself from behind and took things a little slower for a while before both of us reached a crescendo and I came, gushing into her.
The noises she made are still in my head to this day, LL. Mmmm, that was quite an unexpected encounter. We are still in touch via the Web but I haven't seen her in the flesh so to speak since I married in 2008...naturally! Maybe now I might see her again.
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Paris Summer July 2005
There are some very naughty women in Paris. In fact there are naughty women everywhere, now I come to think of it.
Danielle was this lady's name. Another commission. This time in the 16th Arrondissement. The location is her home, furnished in a classic French style and oozing wealth, LL. Great in France, but wouldn't suit my homes here in the States.
She was young back then. Maybe early forties now. The commission was along the lines required by the other wealthy women on my books. Fully clothed, lingerie and of course in quite a number of instances, nude shots LL. The bodies of beautiful women I have seen and in quite a few ways enjoyed, are innumerable. Danielle was a real sexy French lady who loved to pose in quite provocative ways.
By the time the shot above was taken D was well into her provocative routine. I just kept shooting and captured this one, above, among others. I was holding the camera not on a tripod and I moved around her body while she assumed the pose above. She wanted her pussy photographed. She could only see it with the aid of a mirror! I obliged kneeling down to get the shots she wanted. I could see she had aroused herself to the extent she was starting to drip her juices.
As so often in such an intimate situation she invited me, that is an understatement, to take advantage of her arousal. I undid that bra to reveal her lovely tits which were quite perky, given her age, and the nipples outstanding in every sense of the word. She half stood bent over and gripped the stool in the shot above and I entered her from behind. I recall I slipped in quite easily. To say she was wet doesn't describe how fluid she was down there - she was soaking!.
D was a real pleasure to take - she thrust as I did and moaned as I teased her pussy and its opening with my cock ... playing with her really. Getting her to just that point where she wanted me full on then drawing back a little. This made her become quite desperate for me to step things up. Instead, I entered her to my full extent and then she and I felt my cock throb and thicken, which she thought was wonderful, or as she put it in French formidable.
I had reached round to her boobs while this was taking place and this made her want to reach a peak even more. She started thrashing her arse hard against me as I stood looking along her back. Her action alone made her come. Her buttocks clenched hard and I could feel her contracting not once, nor twice, but three times against my cock LL. That is why I say it was great sex, partly. To continue, and despite her panting hard, I did continue and gave her a real good fuck, as you might say. At one point as I reached my climax she nearly lost her grip on the stool such was our joint vigor!
After some wine I was invited, actually dragged by the hand, into her bed. Danielle was one of the lays I would place in my top ten...and I would certainly give her 10/10!
I love San Diego. It is one of my favorite places here in the States. That is part of the reason I have a home there.
There are also a lot of military and naval personnel stationed there in various locations. It wasn't often that I was there before 2008, nor did I get any commissions worth mentioning in SD until 2007. That may have been due to the lady I met above, because most of the ones I received after meeting her were either, Navy or Army or USMC.
Her name is Lauren and her bikini reflects her army connection. I did ask how the hell you could be camouflaged in that itsy bitsy thing!
Back to the beginning though. I met Lauren in a coffee shop that was half full of army girls and guys and the rest, civilians like me. It was heaving and noisy and devoid of table spaces. I had one, thankfully, plus one empty chair. By rights I guess I should have used a stool, but they were all taken by grunts.
In walks Lauren - I didn't know her then of course. She says 'hi' to a few people, gets her order in and then looks round for somewhere to sit. She spots a chair at my table and asks to sit. I gesture that it's free, and now I have an attractive women seated opposite. You may realize LL that my now country men, and women, are not backward in coming forward, so she starts talking and introduces herself as Lauren.
When I open my mouth and speak with my English accent, she laughs and says something to the effect that of all the people in the place she has chosen to sit with a 'foreigner'. We have a great conversation. Lauren has travelled of course with the US Army, but doesn't know Europe well, apart from Germany. She's not in uniform and I ask why one of her male buddies didn't give up a stool for her. She shows me her ID - she's an MP (Military Police) LL. Another policewoman if you followed my clue above. Her burger arrives - I had a Caesar salad - and the waitress tops up my coffee. While I watch Lauren munching on her enormous burger, I smile.
She asks what is amusing. I tell her it's the fact she's eating an unhealthy burger but looks in great shape nevertheless. She takes that as a compliment. From thereon we enjoy each other's company to such an extent I ask her if she's free for dinner. After what I believed was an artificial hesitation, she agrees. We make arrangements for me to pick her up outside the base. She'll drive her car to where we have agreed.
I walk out with her and she heads for her vehicle, an Army Humvee. Hell of a size, but there are a few around in some parts of San Diego. She kisses me on the cheek and we say goodbye.
That evening I pick Lauren up as arranged and we head for the restaurant. She is carrying a bag across from her car which I put in my trunk. I don't ask but I am guessing it is her uniform which she doesn't want to leave in the parking lot. We pull in right in front of the restaurant for an early dinner. She looks great and I tell her so.
Long story short. We finish dinner and leave, driving down to the shore for a walk. She slips her hand in mine. That was real nice. We walk back to the car. Her quarters are on the base as a single woman, but she indicates that she doesn't want to go back there tonight, so we end up in my hotel bedroom, making love and sleeping arm in arm.
The following morning she dresses in her army uniform, which is when I discover she is an officer. The bra and panties above...just a little joke between us.
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I took this in my car after an event near Boston, Mass. The lady you see is my partner. It was a hot evening...and I mean really hot, so being dressed in that gown Sandy is wearing was too much. She couldn't get out of it fast enough so I unzipped her and took this photo with my small Lumix.
She stepped out of that gown on my driveway which was in the country, so no prying eyes, and wandered around in her undies until we went inside.
I have seen a few things in my life LL and this was one I like to remember. Sandy was very shapely, perfect in fact and loved sex. Intelligent - she was a journalist, a real one! My ideal woman, although we were but casual partners, which suited us both.
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Many years ago when I was in my early twenties I used to take girl friends down a road called Stone Street (an old Roman road originally) from Canterbury towards Hythe. A fair way down the road, which follows the Downs, is an open place where you can see for miles to the south and south west. Parts of this down-land are not that well known and there are various copses that screen you from the more open areas and the road.
The photo above was taken in one of those 'secret' places. Maggie was a friend of a friend who had sought my services having been recommended by someone who I had photographed, and more, in a small place called Chestfield, Kent. Quite an appropriate place in the circumstances!
To cut a longish story short we went to this location for a picnic in late spring 2005. Judge how you compare LL from the photo above. No contest is there. You really thought I would take your misdemeanours lying down, didn't you. Well I did in a manner of speaking. I took other women lying down. Well before this point, I knew we were 'going nowhere', due to your cheating and total lack of commitment.
Maggie was one such lady I took lying down, and likewise she rode me lying down. It was never ever difficult to find fuck buddies once I decided you weren't worth the effort I had put in...and I put in all the effort, you, hardly any. Here we were in this spot that I used to take girl friends to in my twenties. In some ways a nostalgia trip, although I didn't tell Maggie that! The girls that had allowed me to have my way with them on those grassy slopes and dips flashed through my mind briefly. I do have quite a few old photos of past conquests which I may post one day.
It was unseasonably hot, even into early evening, when this shot was taken. We had enjoyed a lovely afternoon, had some wine and eaten a light picnic, when Maggie slipped her dress off and told me that she loved where we were and loved the day we had had. The one thing that would make it perfect would be if I made love to her.
We did, twice.
After losing her dress, she swiftly took off her panties while I undid her bra and before getting into things I took some photos of her for our private pleasure. She took some of me...we were both naked by now lying side by side. She turned to me, cupping one boob and offering it up to my mouth, while she worked on me...down below. I needed little encouragement in either area.
It didn't take long at all for us to want to be co-joined. Maggie lay back with her legs open, as I looked down on her lovely body and boobs. I placed myself between her legs and allowed her to use my cock to stimulate her clit. She rubbed it vigorously, her clit that is, until eventually she came, crying out as she did. She lay back with her eyes closed and, almost desperately, guided me into her. I remember there was a sense of urgency to her actions as though she didn't want to interrupt the flow from her first orgasm to my being inside her.
I didn't disappoint her LL. In fact I know I filled her in every direction and the stimulation from my initial slow thrusting was rewarded by her appreciative moans of pleasure. That always drives me on. I love the noises women make when I'm making love to them, and Maggie was no exception. It drove my cock to renewed hardness, much to her delight. Having pleasured her pussy for some time slowly, I did what I always do as I feel myself near ejaculation, I upped the tempo.
Her reaction was to open her legs wider, open her eyes look down at the action area and open her mouth in disbelief as I slammed into her faster and faster. Then she exploded and gushed out of her pussy soaking my cock and pubic hair. That was it. At that moment I too exploded, shooting all I had into her. We both lay back and recovered...for a short time.
As I lay there Maggie rolled over and then sat astride me. She leaned forward and asked if I would like some of these as she mischievously dangled her tits just above my face. I went to suck on them when she sat upright. I took my cue from there and took both her breasts in my hands and squeezed them. As I did, I arose again right along the cleft of her buttocks. She rubbed against me with her ass which just encouraged that erection even more. Then she wriggled her hips and thighs down over me and impaled herself on my cock. Sliding onto it easily she then rode me for all she was worth.
I remember looking up, as I held her thighs, to see her boobs jiggling around in a very sexy manner. I took them in my hands playing with her nipples until they were hard, and still she rode like a demon. Then all at once she came, with all the attendant noise uttered from her throat. I wasn't there yet, I remember, but she soon rectified that by turning around so her pussy was in my face and her mouth sucking on my cock. I took the opportunity to lick her pussy and clit. That spurred her on with her sucking on me LL.
She made me come and when I did she swallowed,
I remember thinking that quite a few years before I had enjoyed young women in a very similar location, if not the same one. Time had passed but not the enjoyment that spot brought, LL. The thought also occurred to me, briefly, of you LL. Did I feel guilty? No way, you were already into your third or fourth man behind my back...or rather they were into you. I knew where I was headed and what I wanted, even if you didn't.
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New England May 2006
On the lake that formed the boundary of my home near Concord, New Hampshire - the first property that is - I have several boats/canoes. The one above is an aluminum skiff.
The lady you see gracing it with her beautiful body was spending the weekend with me and we had been bathing nude sometime just before this shot. To say it was a pleasure bathing with her is an understatement. She was gorgeous and certainly felt my 'log' between her legs during our immersion, while I supported her 'flotation aids' in both my hands. Remember LL....'bags of sugar'. Made me think of that time in Florida. Difference was that this was New Hampshire and Lisa certainly wasn't you...she was far better.
It was late afternoon when I took this shot, as she sat in the skiff drying in the last of the sun. I thought she looked gorgeous, which is why I took the shot.
We had enjoyed a long day, so we cooked up a nice dinner between us and along with some wine and music, we enjoyed the evening together in the comfort of my home.. Eventually, we went to bed, of course! Snuggled down under the covers Lisa spooned her body against mine. Her butt pressed into my groin. I didn't know where to put my hands 😉, so I put them on her boobs. All of that aroused Lisa and me too, LL. She parted her legs and my erection slid easily between them where I found a wet and 'open' welcome. A little jiggling around and we were one - I was inside her. By necessity, given our positions, we took things slowly building towards the moment when we adopted the traditional missionary position LL....which gave us both the fullest satisfaction.
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I will leave these events here for now. The main purpose in being so descriptive is to immerse you in those moments that I enjoyed with so many other women. If you like, I am 'rubbing your nose' in it. This is so you can use your imagination, remembering our 'moments' and think that those same hands and the other appendage have been many places for pleasure, and to give pleasure with much younger women. It needn't have been like that but you made your choice and now have to live with it.
Ciao
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