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California
All The P's
This is a fairly lengthy blog LL, incorporating as it does visits to California and Italy during that eventful year - 2007.
Most of my shots here are in black and white, my preferred medium, but I'll start you off with a couple in color.
Pretty and Pert
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One of my favorite studio shots LL. This one was taken in San Diego. Gorgeous young lady with perfect boobs. She wandered around the studio like that - no inhibitions whatsoever. Proud of her body I guess and with good reason. Taken last year.
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Pussy Please
After we parted (good word considering the shot here) and you went on your merry but boring way - the way of food and drink and added weight - I decided I was not going on vacation by myself ever, and I didn't. One way or the other I either went with a female companion or met one on my extensive travels.
Jo, above was one such lady. Younger than me by some way (but then most of my companions have been) and happy to be with an older man. Maturity and experience...and I guess wealth, were the attractions.
This shot was taken a few years back - 2007 in fact, near Santa Monica I met Jo in LA at an event and we got along fine, just fine including after the event going back to her place. Couldn't believe my luck at the time. You and your life seemed so tawdry by comparison. Talk about landing on your feet. I certainly did that night.
We enjoyed a great short vacation up in San Francisco shortly after LA, when this shot was taken one afternoon. It is pretty obvious, I'm sure you will agree, as to how she wanted to spend it. Her invitation was frequently 'open' and so was her pussy and she nor I were disappointed with our connections that particular afternoon. She's been enhanced, the photo that is, not Jo!
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Pretty
This photo was also taken in 2007, near Oxnard. I spent a lot of time there. I met Robyn at a meeting in LA. She worked there -we sort of clicked over lunch having been seated next to each other. She found me and my past life fascinating in a quite genuine way, LL.
A really pretty woman. In that respect I have been overwhelmingly lucky, if there is such a thing as luck. I prefer to think you make your own through the decisions you make...or in your case, don't
A really pretty woman. In that respect I have been overwhelmingly lucky, if there is such a thing as luck. I prefer to think you make your own through the decisions you make...or in your case, don't
We saw quite a bit of each other that few months of my stay in California. I did think of you during those months, but you were a world away ... in more ways than one. You were, and are, your own worst enemy. No one else, just you. You might have been with me on all these travels once, but ...
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Perfick
And she was perfect. This shot was taken as part of the commission she had hired me for. It was taken some way west of Santa Barbara in 2007. I remember that day well. Who wouldn't with those beautiful legs and no bra in evidence.
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Poised and Pensive
Whilst much of my three months in California that year, 2007, were taken up with commissions, I did have a lot of leisure time to travel and enjoy myself. In some ways being on my own was a bonus. I was free and a lot of the women I met along the way were, let's say, 'easy.
One such was this lady who used her home for B & B to raise some extra income. On her own she was lonely too. I figured that out when she made her way to my room that night. She could only take two separate guests at a time and I was the only one that night.
I was already in bed LL, not asleep but just lying there thinking about my day and the day ahead. I heard the door open and framed in it with some light from another room, was Joanna. She had a cotton, I think, gown on. I recall I eased myself up onto my elbows to look at her. Without a word, LL, she walked to the left of my double bed, shed her gown and, knowing what this was all about, I flipped back the covers and she climbed in. We cuddled - she was lonely. We kissed and we made love, twice. Then we slept. Joanna curled up against me. We hardly knew each other but it was very nice and we both drifted off to sleep ..content and satisfied.
The shot above was taken in her back yard the following morning.
One such was this lady who used her home for B & B to raise some extra income. On her own she was lonely too. I figured that out when she made her way to my room that night. She could only take two separate guests at a time and I was the only one that night.
I was already in bed LL, not asleep but just lying there thinking about my day and the day ahead. I heard the door open and framed in it with some light from another room, was Joanna. She had a cotton, I think, gown on. I recall I eased myself up onto my elbows to look at her. Without a word, LL, she walked to the left of my double bed, shed her gown and, knowing what this was all about, I flipped back the covers and she climbed in. We cuddled - she was lonely. We kissed and we made love, twice. Then we slept. Joanna curled up against me. We hardly knew each other but it was very nice and we both drifted off to sleep ..content and satisfied.
The shot above was taken in her back yard the following morning.
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Phone and Fornication
This one was taken near, Glendale, California - morning after the night before. Just someone I know over in the Golden State who is a friend 'with benefits' This was taken this year. Tracey is a lovely woman who works in the movie industry.
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Personable and Pointed
This is Jenny, LL. A lady with a generous personality and a a few lovely points of interest. Two of which you can see in the shot above.
She has a beautiful place in Santa Monica, not married and no intention of doing so. We were going for a dip in her pool this morning in 2007, but she had other ideas as you may surmise. Who was I to decline. I had to adjust the headboard afterward, it made a hell of a noise (my diary tells me) with that repetitive banging. Lovely three days, which started as a commission.
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Pussy Gate
Still in California, but this shot also taken in 2007,of Ally (Alison), was in the country just outside Redding. I was re-visiting the National Park in the northern part of the State and Mount Shasta.
Despite appearances, smallish boobs, Ally was in her mid thirties then. I was staying in a rather nice motel on the edge of town and met her in the parking lot one morning. We got to chatting and it transpired she was doing the same thing as me, visiting the National Parks in the area. She also spotted my photographic equipment in the trunk of my car and suggested we might head out together one day while we were both there.
I suggested she should get to know me a little before hand and maybe we should have dinner together that evening. She agreed.
Nothing special, just an all American grill. I remember it was hot that summer in California - real hot, so was Ally. After the meal we drove back to the motel and I parked up in the lot. We both got out and I intended to walk Ally to her door and say goodnight. She unlocked and opened her door and then dragged me inside, with little resistance on my part.
I recall we both stripped naked and after some very nice foreplay made love twice LL, before sleeping all night in her bed with Ally snuggled up against me - beautiful despite the small boobs.
Next morning we headed off for a long day out. I took some great photos of the scenery and Mt Shasta...and, as allowed by Ally, some of her naked. One appears above, of course. Not that it mattered as we were miles from any habitation, but we found this old shack which features in part above.
We spent the next two days together before Ally had to head back to Sacramento.
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Pert Reverse
This shot of Sam, taken in an old building in San Francisco in 2007, was part of a commission/shoot she had booked me for. I had suggested the 'industrial' backdrop and she suggested the nude shots that I took. Several sets of casual wear and lingerie completed the shoot which was all it was supposed to be.
The nude shots came just after the last change of lingerie. To be able to shoot that pert butt (in color and black and white) was a real pleasure, LL. Nothing like firm pert attributes and she had them upfront as well.
I'll leave you to imagine the rest of that time, but from behind will give you a clue.
I can't recall how many women I had during that trip (no STD's, incidentally...ever), but it was quite a number. Sam loved this shot by the way, especially considering the pleasure she gained right after it was taken.
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Panting and Partings
Finally, a Hollywood lady who was a natural when it came to posing. This is a great shot, even if I say so myself and, (for want of her real name, which I can't disclose), Annie loved it too.
One of the most well endowed ladies I had the pleasure to shoot during my 2007 stay. She was gorgeous to look at. All the curves in the right places, no enhancements (I can confirm that) and bit of a sexual beast. In saying that LL, I speak from experience of her in bed. My first 'celebrity lay'.
I mention panting in the caption, she was like that. Even after an early morning session she was up for more by eleven in the morning, again late afternoon and off course at bedtime. Parting is fairly obvious, she parted her legs with the greatest ease, whether she was underneath, on top, or standing forward, or bent over the couch for a rear entry.
You may realize why, despite trying to convince you that you were better off with me, that I really had many alternatives to choose from. I wasn't in love with any of them, but I was very fond of quite a few and still am.
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France
All the R's
All the R's
Resting Recovering
And, so to France in 2006 a favorite destination, after Italy and Skyros, LL. American women are you may think relatively 'easy'. That is not the case, but I guess I have a certain charisma that put them at their ease, found me attractive and after the 'event' has tied them to me in a very personal way.
Many French women, on the other hand, see nothing wrong in indulging in an affair, or merely casual sex, purely for their pleasure and gratification. Nor do the French men!
As a result sex, and a little romance, was and still is fairly easy to come by in La Belle France. Admittedly on my last trip there I did spend a few days with a lovely English lady who I met when she was in her late twenties back in 2004. Her name is Trish.
However the women above is Chloe and I met her in Marseilles way back in 2006. Hence the outlook onto a street. The French are still smokers and having just given up I was sorely tempted when Chloe lit up ....after our first bedroom session.
In the end, after her cigarette, I soon had my hands full and my mind fully occupied with her body, which was now on top of me, LL. Funny isn't it, that was the year you gloated about your man and here was I savouring a variety of gorgeous women. I said nothing back then because I was giving you a chance. Of course you were far too foolish to take it or even recognize it.
As a result sex, and a little romance, was and still is fairly easy to come by in La Belle France. Admittedly on my last trip there I did spend a few days with a lovely English lady who I met when she was in her late twenties back in 2004. Her name is Trish.
However the women above is Chloe and I met her in Marseilles way back in 2006. Hence the outlook onto a street. The French are still smokers and having just given up I was sorely tempted when Chloe lit up ....after our first bedroom session.
In the end, after her cigarette, I soon had my hands full and my mind fully occupied with her body, which was now on top of me, LL. Funny isn't it, that was the year you gloated about your man and here was I savouring a variety of gorgeous women. I said nothing back then because I was giving you a chance. Of course you were far too foolish to take it or even recognize it.
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Randy and Raunchy
There is no chance you will meet or ever see this woman, LL, so here is a shot with a face for a change. Not French but in France. Paris in fact in the studio. A rather nice pose for this lovely single English lady. Demure enough to belie here true sexual nature.
Emma worked for the UK Government back then in 2008 and I was recommended for her shots by a mutual girl friend in London. As I mentioned LL, she came across as quite demure. A classy dresser, well spoken and single. It was quite good to have an intelligent conversation with her, while she was dressed!
I took portraits and full length photos in the studio until she decided that she wanted some in just her underwear. Fine I thought. It isn't as though I haven't taken such shots before, so I changed the lighting around a bit and repositioned it as Emma slipped out of her outer wear. When I turned around she had shed her bra and with her back toward me slipped out of her panties and then put her blouse back on, as you see above.
She struck several poses on that chair, some very revealing in all areas toward the end of my shooting. I am sure you are aware that to get really good shots most photographers keep shooting and taking shots from multiple angles. For a while all you could hear in the studio was the sound of the camera.
Emma kept changing position and toward the end of my shooting she shed the blouse and sat on that chair with her legs wide open.
I guess it was the fact she was quite a horny woman LL, but I could see her pussy was wet and beginning to drip its juices. That had me well aroused and Emma could see it. She knew of course what she was doing and so did I . Our eyes locked and she slid sexily off the chair dropped the blouse to the floor and before I knew it we were locked together on the couch in the studio.
Her legs were held high in a very welcoming 'V' which gave me full access to her 'v' point. Locked together was the right description as we were co-joined at the appropriate point between her legs. Wet, fully lubricated, naturally, it was a wonderful pleasure for her and for me.
Five and a half years before I met Ash and married was filled with travel, business and women LL...and you can 'meet' an awful lot of women in five years.
I took portraits and full length photos in the studio until she decided that she wanted some in just her underwear. Fine I thought. It isn't as though I haven't taken such shots before, so I changed the lighting around a bit and repositioned it as Emma slipped out of her outer wear. When I turned around she had shed her bra and with her back toward me slipped out of her panties and then put her blouse back on, as you see above.
She struck several poses on that chair, some very revealing in all areas toward the end of my shooting. I am sure you are aware that to get really good shots most photographers keep shooting and taking shots from multiple angles. For a while all you could hear in the studio was the sound of the camera.
Emma kept changing position and toward the end of my shooting she shed the blouse and sat on that chair with her legs wide open.
I guess it was the fact she was quite a horny woman LL, but I could see her pussy was wet and beginning to drip its juices. That had me well aroused and Emma could see it. She knew of course what she was doing and so did I . Our eyes locked and she slid sexily off the chair dropped the blouse to the floor and before I knew it we were locked together on the couch in the studio.
Her legs were held high in a very welcoming 'V' which gave me full access to her 'v' point. Locked together was the right description as we were co-joined at the appropriate point between her legs. Wet, fully lubricated, naturally, it was a wonderful pleasure for her and for me.
Five and a half years before I met Ash and married was filled with travel, business and women LL...and you can 'meet' an awful lot of women in five years.
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Reacting Relaxing
Amazing how many people still smoke isn't it LL ...even cigars. Of course while the Brits and us Americans take it seriously, in Europe as you may know they pay lip service only, to the rules.
Hence, in the shot above of Manon, she is taking a break during a shoot and, as you see, smoking. Not sure what I said, but it made her laugh at the time. This was back in early 2009. This photograph was taken at her place in Paris.
Nice pert boobs, don't you think and she allowed me to handle them. Naturally, nature being what it is, one thing led to another ....
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Raunchy and Ready
Taken near Bézier in 2008 in this lady's back yard.
How did I have yet more good fortune? Relatively easy in fact LL. I used a particular restaurant there on a regular basis and got to know Anna quite well. She worked there and spoke reasonable English. I had been using that place from 2006 more or less off and on to the present.
When it was quiet she used to come and have an espresso with me at my table and we chatted. She loved to hear about America and Australia, which she had never been to. One day, I think in 2007, we decided to spend the day together so she could show me around her home area. I think it was fair as she had heard enough from me. I placed myself in her hands, so to speak.
Guess what? After a lovely day out, going here there and everywhere we dined out and I ended up staying over at her modest apartment. My home over there was, and still is, in Carcassonne. We slept together, after it all it was France.
Having made love twice the previous night, I awoke to a very randy woman, whose hand was exploring my honorable, or is that dishonorable, 'member'. It didn't take much for my interest to be aroused, as you can well imagine, and indeed know! That was when I discovered Anna was not a natural blonde, as you can see above.
She was more than ready for me (hence the caption above). The shot was taken after the event. The 'event' took place with me looking up at the ecstasy on her face as she climaxed pinioned on me, her boobs dangling in my face. Not a bad thing to wake up to, I thought, LL.
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Ready and Reactive
Another place another hotel and another year.
This time it was 2006. The year you thought I was suffering LL. I was suffering but from a surfeit of woman and I suffered that delight for nearly six years. From March 2004 into 2009.
The place was an hotel in Amiens. Another of my quick trips over the Channel from the UK. I just went for a short break driving and taking photos. I ended up with several shots of Elena (above). My dinner companion that evening. We met beforehand though and with time to spare we enjoyed an afternoon romp. The shot was just before the 'romp'.
She had me all aroused, no trouble at all LL. After some licking and flicking she was more than ready and with her warm thighs either side of my head and her breathing quickening my attentions to her clit soon had her where she wanted to be. The follow through on entering her was equally noisy on her part and she was satisfied again by me thrusting. I stopped myself coming even though she had for a second time.
I rolled off her and had Elena sit astride me. The rest was delightful. Her perfectly formed tits getting my full attention via my hands and mouth while she rode me as much as she could. I remember I eventually put my hands under her arms as she tired a little, raised her up and thrust upward into her until we both came.
That lovely body, all warm and perspiring collapsed onto me leaving me nowhere to put my hands but her very nice butt.
How did we meet, how do I know her. Note know her - I still know her.... We met in London. I phoned when I was in France and she slipped away to spend the night with me. We had lain together several times before in 2005...so go figure that out😉😜
This time it was 2006. The year you thought I was suffering LL. I was suffering but from a surfeit of woman and I suffered that delight for nearly six years. From March 2004 into 2009.
The place was an hotel in Amiens. Another of my quick trips over the Channel from the UK. I just went for a short break driving and taking photos. I ended up with several shots of Elena (above). My dinner companion that evening. We met beforehand though and with time to spare we enjoyed an afternoon romp. The shot was just before the 'romp'.
She had me all aroused, no trouble at all LL. After some licking and flicking she was more than ready and with her warm thighs either side of my head and her breathing quickening my attentions to her clit soon had her where she wanted to be. The follow through on entering her was equally noisy on her part and she was satisfied again by me thrusting. I stopped myself coming even though she had for a second time.
I rolled off her and had Elena sit astride me. The rest was delightful. Her perfectly formed tits getting my full attention via my hands and mouth while she rode me as much as she could. I remember I eventually put my hands under her arms as she tired a little, raised her up and thrust upward into her until we both came.
That lovely body, all warm and perspiring collapsed onto me leaving me nowhere to put my hands but her very nice butt.
How did we meet, how do I know her. Note know her - I still know her.... We met in London. I phoned when I was in France and she slipped away to spend the night with me. We had lain together several times before in 2005...so go figure that out😉😜
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Reversing...say no more!
On this occasion I was in Clermont-Ferrand when one of my female clients asked if it would be OK for me to photograph her friend, who lived a little way south in Issoire, while I was in the area.
I had almost a day and a half in hand, so I agreed. The friend made the calls and I made the short journey the following day to meet up with Berenice. It had been agreed we meet in a small cafe in the town where I could establish what shots she wanted and I also agreed to take a few in the town so she could see the quality of my work.
She was happy with my work and we had a light lunch before Berenice said she felt a bit self conscious posing in public spaces and would it be OK to take some photos at her place. I agreed, LL. She was quite attractive although a little heavy with the eye make-up, but she was paying a modest sum for a few shots so I agreed. In the end that modest sum went by the board. Obviously my reputation, not as a photographer, but in another department entirely, had gone before me.
When we reached her place, Berenice made coffee and asked if I would take nude shots as she wanted some. I said OK I would happily carry out her wishes and she laughed, I recall. Few photos were taken - just one of the few are shown above. It was all about sex LL. She hadn't been laid in a while, so she was really horny.
We got straight down to it literally LL. Berenice was very 'hungry' you could say and demanding, wanting me to give it to her really hard and fast. I did and her face showed that she was both hurting a little but also getting everything she wanted. She came quite quickly which I guess wasn't surprising given her lack of a man and her 'hunger'.
I saved myself and after she had climaxed I continued slowly, gently, exploring her pussy inside and out. Her long hair no longer thrashing around as it did the first time, nor her breasts moving all over the place. I leaned down as I slowly thrust into her sucking each boob in turn. She loved that.
Reminds of that long morning with you in Denia, but her boobs were much nicer. The phrase 'they held up well' springs to mind. Fair comment though, she was a lot younger than you and certainly not 'heading south'.
I was complimented and not just on my good manners, LL. Somehow that long slow lovemaking that afternoon extended, like my member, for quite a long time. I found it all very pleasurable, but Berenice said it was the best she had ever had.
I never did charge her anything for the few photos I took and gave her - of course!
We got straight down to it literally LL. Berenice was very 'hungry' you could say and demanding, wanting me to give it to her really hard and fast. I did and her face showed that she was both hurting a little but also getting everything she wanted. She came quite quickly which I guess wasn't surprising given her lack of a man and her 'hunger'.
I saved myself and after she had climaxed I continued slowly, gently, exploring her pussy inside and out. Her long hair no longer thrashing around as it did the first time, nor her breasts moving all over the place. I leaned down as I slowly thrust into her sucking each boob in turn. She loved that.
Reminds of that long morning with you in Denia, but her boobs were much nicer. The phrase 'they held up well' springs to mind. Fair comment though, she was a lot younger than you and certainly not 'heading south'.
I was complimented and not just on my good manners, LL. Somehow that long slow lovemaking that afternoon extended, like my member, for quite a long time. I found it all very pleasurable, but Berenice said it was the best she had ever had.
I never did charge her anything for the few photos I took and gave her - of course!
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Reclining Reclined
To the west of my home in Carcassonne is a small town called Foix, at it is to there I went to carry out a commission for a lovely French woman called Sophie in 2007.
A classic shoot in many respects. She lived in a small chateau near the town, was married but with no children. At the time of my booking with her, her husband was away in Toulouse where his business was located. I didn't know this at the time though.
It started off in the chateau the morning I arrived. She wanted some formal full length shots in fairly conservative but fashionable clothes, then in more casual but smart attire. These were all taken on the ground floor of the chateau and on the steps outside. That took most of the morning and so I was offered lunch which was prepared by someone in her kitchen. It was light and enough.
After lunch Sophie, as I had been invited to call her instead of Madame ******, suggested some shots in the grounds. For this she had changed into jeans and a loose fitting blouse. Not see through, but sufficient to see that she wasn't lacking in the chest area. She led me through the more formal part of the garden into the more natural landscape and various widely spaced trees. The latter afforded a number of good shots, with Sophie posing among and against them.
Then into denser woodland and ending up by a wooden outbuilding. I thought that too was great for the background and I took more shots there. The wood was weathered, had once been painted, but what was left of the paint now only formed a random mosaic. However it had great character for the shots.
While I was changing a lens, Sophie disappeared inside.
When I entered LL she was sitting right where you see her in the photo above and in the very same state - totally nude. I glanced to the right, I recall, and there were her jeans and top laid over an old chair, topped by her bra and panties. I took the photo.
Sophie heard the shutter noise of my camera and swivelled round in the chair. As she did, she opened her legs. Her fingers were wet. She had been arousing herself while I was outside and that was more than evident from her pussy. She stood approached me and, without a word LL, undid my trousers and belt. Yet again I was about to 'score' without even trying. I didn't care that she was married and it was obvious neither did Sophie.
As I stood there now in just my tee. She turned around and thrust her butt against my groin. I was already rising and that finished the job. I caressed her thighs and then moved swiftly to her boobs, cupping them, teasing her nipples and squeezing. They firmed up quite quickly becoming engorged with blood.
Sophie grabbed the back of the chair on which her clothes resided. Then bending forward offered herself to me. She was very wet and wide open to my entry. I took her and slowly thrust forward and upward. Sophie gasped and then thrust against me faster than I was. I guessed she wanted me to fuck her fast and hard. I was right. She must have been a little neglected because she came almost immediately we started those rapid movements.
I have to say, LL, that whilst the venue left a little to be desired the experience was great. I hadn't come and she wanted more - she said so. We found and old blanket, I laid our clothes on it along with the seat from the chair for her head. She lay back legs drawn up and open and we made love again. This time we both came after a much slower affair, and so attention and sucking on her breasts.
We lay there together for a short while and I cuddled her as she lay on top of me. then we cleaned up as best we could and dressed. Sophie put her arms around me and we kissed for a short while. I can still remember her scent to this day. She tidied her hair and I removed some debris from it that had lodged in the heat of the moment.
For appearances sake, I took a few half hearted shots near the house at Sophie's suggestion. She had told me on the way back that, she was pretty sure her husband had a mistress in Toulouse as 'business' apparently kept him there several days each week. I didn't ask anything else. However, it was apparent she was a neglected woman.
Sophie told me that our lovemaking was wonderful. She said her legs hadn't felt so weak for a long time and .... that we must 'do it' again. We did LL. Sophie entered into an affair with me that lasted, and still lasts whenever we can 'join up'!
As I stood there now in just my tee. She turned around and thrust her butt against my groin. I was already rising and that finished the job. I caressed her thighs and then moved swiftly to her boobs, cupping them, teasing her nipples and squeezing. They firmed up quite quickly becoming engorged with blood.
Sophie grabbed the back of the chair on which her clothes resided. Then bending forward offered herself to me. She was very wet and wide open to my entry. I took her and slowly thrust forward and upward. Sophie gasped and then thrust against me faster than I was. I guessed she wanted me to fuck her fast and hard. I was right. She must have been a little neglected because she came almost immediately we started those rapid movements.
I have to say, LL, that whilst the venue left a little to be desired the experience was great. I hadn't come and she wanted more - she said so. We found and old blanket, I laid our clothes on it along with the seat from the chair for her head. She lay back legs drawn up and open and we made love again. This time we both came after a much slower affair, and so attention and sucking on her breasts.
We lay there together for a short while and I cuddled her as she lay on top of me. then we cleaned up as best we could and dressed. Sophie put her arms around me and we kissed for a short while. I can still remember her scent to this day. She tidied her hair and I removed some debris from it that had lodged in the heat of the moment.
For appearances sake, I took a few half hearted shots near the house at Sophie's suggestion. She had told me on the way back that, she was pretty sure her husband had a mistress in Toulouse as 'business' apparently kept him there several days each week. I didn't ask anything else. However, it was apparent she was a neglected woman.
Sophie told me that our lovemaking was wonderful. She said her legs hadn't felt so weak for a long time and .... that we must 'do it' again. We did LL. Sophie entered into an affair with me that lasted, and still lasts whenever we can 'join up'!
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Revealing Revelling
Juliette did the revealing and I did the revelling...well she did the latter also ...and how!
It all started innocently enough after we met in Amiens that few days back in 2005. I had made a swift visit to Amiens to photograph some stained glass, (of all things) on behalf of a man I knew then in Cambridge UK.
Juliette and I met while I was photographing windows in the Cathedral. There are strangely perhaps, few churches in Amiens due to the ravages of WW1 and WW2, LL. So my task and commission was focused almost entirely on the cathedral. Juliette back then was a post grad from the university. The one in Amiens, not Cambridge.
Apparently, she had been watching me with my camera, lenses and tripod (I had permission to shoot). She said something like - they are beautiful aren't they - and I turned around and said they were. She asked me why I was taking the photos in her accented English and I explained they were for a man at Cambridge University in England. As I was almost at an end that morning, I decided a break was called for and we stood chatting for a while after introducing ourselves (she still calls me Pierre to this day). She was a lovely woman both physically and in her personality and I was quite taken with her French charm.
I said I was going to get some lunch and would she like to join me. She did. After lunch in the early afternoon, Juliette and I were still talk and we decided to walk a while. Funnily enough, LL it was at the very beginning of October that year - 2005. remember October? It was the last time we were a 'couple'. I knew I was going to leave you behind, but managed to engineer things so you thought you did the leaving. That has always amused me.
We must have been walking for over an hour when Juliette suggested we have a hot drink at her place which was on the university campus. It was cool and I think Juliette was feeling the cold a bit, so I agreed. I chose coffee and she joined me. Then she started to flirt with me and I did the same with her. It was fun, more fun than being with you then. It wasn't too long before we kissed and embraced. I caressed her back as I held her to me. Her arms were around my neck.
She said she needed warming up after our walk and did something quite to the contrary, she took her jumper off. She only had the camisole that see above on, which confirmed something that puzzled me earlier when I was caressing her back - no bra strap. She wasn't wearing one, and ...she was right she was cold. Her nipples confirmed that, standing to attention beneath that slip. It was either cold or arousal.
Then her skirt and tights came off and we retired to her bedroom where I took the shot above. No others. Apart from that one and some taken while we were walking, it is all I have of her.
An hour later we were very warm having been wrapped around each others bodies and giving Juliette three orgasms. We had a hot bath - together. Then repeated the experience the following day when I stayed over, before leaving the following morning for my then home in Norfolk UK.
I said I was going to get some lunch and would she like to join me. She did. After lunch in the early afternoon, Juliette and I were still talk and we decided to walk a while. Funnily enough, LL it was at the very beginning of October that year - 2005. remember October? It was the last time we were a 'couple'. I knew I was going to leave you behind, but managed to engineer things so you thought you did the leaving. That has always amused me.
We must have been walking for over an hour when Juliette suggested we have a hot drink at her place which was on the university campus. It was cool and I think Juliette was feeling the cold a bit, so I agreed. I chose coffee and she joined me. Then she started to flirt with me and I did the same with her. It was fun, more fun than being with you then. It wasn't too long before we kissed and embraced. I caressed her back as I held her to me. Her arms were around my neck.
She said she needed warming up after our walk and did something quite to the contrary, she took her jumper off. She only had the camisole that see above on, which confirmed something that puzzled me earlier when I was caressing her back - no bra strap. She wasn't wearing one, and ...she was right she was cold. Her nipples confirmed that, standing to attention beneath that slip. It was either cold or arousal.
Then her skirt and tights came off and we retired to her bedroom where I took the shot above. No others. Apart from that one and some taken while we were walking, it is all I have of her.
An hour later we were very warm having been wrapped around each others bodies and giving Juliette three orgasms. We had a hot bath - together. Then repeated the experience the following day when I stayed over, before leaving the following morning for my then home in Norfolk UK.
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Raised Ready
I was staying in an hotel in St Etienne when this shot was taken in 2008. To cut a long story short Ines and I ended up in my hotel bedroom and all we both wanted was a bit of sex. Plain and simple. She was horny and I was in the mood too, that day ... and night.
Camille was my 'little star/petite étoile'. At least that is what I called her on account of the tattoo below her right breast. The after noon involved oil and later a shower. It was Camille's idea the oil that is. She wanted me to apply it all over her and I mean and she meant ...all over.
Not for the first time I found the experience very erotic as did Camille. Slowly applying oil while she lay on the bath towels on the bed was as nice for her as it was for me. Doing her back and butt then her legs was quite arousing in itself. When Camille turned over and started on her breasts and cleavage I was fully aroused and she took me in hand slowly working me until I was weeping semen.
I had skipped her tummy and headed straight for her pussy. No oil required there. She lay with her legs apart, allowing me to finger fuck her and work her clit until she came, LL. She was really squelching when she came. I climbed onto her and she was pure liquid when I entered her, smooth as silk and very welcoming. Her tits were still oiled which heightened the pleasure for both us.
We showered, had a drink and two hours later did it all over again without the oil.
Camille was my 'little star/petite étoile'. At least that is what I called her on account of the tattoo below her right breast. The after noon involved oil and later a shower. It was Camille's idea the oil that is. She wanted me to apply it all over her and I mean and she meant ...all over.
Not for the first time I found the experience very erotic as did Camille. Slowly applying oil while she lay on the bath towels on the bed was as nice for her as it was for me. Doing her back and butt then her legs was quite arousing in itself. When Camille turned over and started on her breasts and cleavage I was fully aroused and she took me in hand slowly working me until I was weeping semen.
I had skipped her tummy and headed straight for her pussy. No oil required there. She lay with her legs apart, allowing me to finger fuck her and work her clit until she came, LL. She was really squelching when she came. I climbed onto her and she was pure liquid when I entered her, smooth as silk and very welcoming. Her tits were still oiled which heightened the pleasure for both us.
We showered, had a drink and two hours later did it all over again without the oil.
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Revealing Raunchy
Paris and class, although you wouldn't think so from the shot above. Eleonore (her middle name - can't use her first name) had been introduced to me as a commission and one I was pleased to fulfil as it turned out.
The shoot took place in her elegant apartment in the 7th Arrondissement. That is the area that has views of the Eiffel Tower, if you don't know it LL. What a beautiful place graced by an equally beautiful woman of considerable standing in Parisian circles. I have photographed some quite wealthy and 'well known' people since 2006 when I set up. Eleonore was among those at that end of the market.
A classic shoot in all respects except for the end of the session which took place mid afternoon. She wanted to be laid! The year was 2008, LL, and I guess I was a little taken aback at her suggestion given her standing in French society but, in the end I obliged and didn't take too much persuasion. i mean, when a woman reappears from her bedroom in just a sort of bodice and her panties then reveals her boobs and part of her pussy with her leg raised it is hard to resist, not that I am into resisting the right woman!
We made love in her bedroom, then again with her bent over the back of a couch arse thrust up toward me. She was really horny. I wouldn't say I was amazed but I was surprised both at her readiness to be fucked by me, someone she hardly knew and the sexiness of her lovemaking beneath that sophisticated exterior.. We joked about the upright image of the Eiffel Tower which could be seen out of her bedroom window, - sexy talk about phallic symbols while we lay in bed.
She was married. She was/is French. Nothing more need be said.
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Relaxing Robe-less
2007 - Carcassonne in one of the gites I own on my estate over there. It wasn't the first time I had gotten laid by a visitor/vacationer, nor the last. I had only recently acquired my property there in 2007 and the gites were undergoing re-modelling (renovation in your terms, LL). However I had let this one to a lady artist, Gabrielle, who didn't seem too bothered by the rather antiquated kitchen etc.
One morning I needed to check part of the property for some work I was planning for after she had left. I walked down all the way to her gite which was some way from my home. It was a warm morning in early July and all was well with the world. I was in shorts and a polo shirt carrying my camera to take some shots of the interior of the gite.
What I took in the end was something entirely different.
When I arrived, I knocked on the main door but got no reply so I went around the back and knocked on that back entrance. Gabrielle appeared wearing the robe you see above. Her arms folded across her chest. I didn't realize at the time that her folded arms were all that was holding the robe closed. I explained why I was there and said if it was inconvenient I could come back later.
Gabrielle said no that it was convenient very convenient. Seeing the slightly puzzled look on my face she said, take my photo please. I raised the camera to my eye and as I did she lowered her arms allowing her robe to fall open. The shot I got LL is the one above.
The rest I will leave you to imagine, but I didn't leave until mid morning. Great sex, by the way😉😋
Removing Revealing
Outside Rouen in a small hotel and yet another woman wanting to be laid. Adelia was gorgeous, although you would never have know it from her receptionist outfit, when I checked in the day before. Black jacket, skirt and black shoes. Loose fitting, giving no hint of what was beneath.
There were few customers that February in 2006. Mainly a few elderly French couples...and me.
There were few customers that February in 2006. Mainly a few elderly French couples...and me.
Adelia had time on her hands and we got to chatting a fair bit when I was in . I had two commissions in the area which were spread over two days. Far from being in hospital having got drunk and fallen in London. I was actually having fun, with you to see how loyal you really were and of course with a number women here and there. It was touching that you phoned the hospital though. Screwed that up a little didn't I in choosing the RM. Should have been Kings.
She asked if I would take her photo. I said I would, for free. I earned and still earn a considerable income from photography. Adelia arranged to come to my room for the shots when she was off duty. I am still amazed as to why women want to jump in the sack with me. I have asked and never gotten a clear definitive answer. Some have said it is my eyes, some my charm, some because I am British by birth and some because of their friends experiences with me in bed.
When Adelia arrived, she said would I take some shots of her in just her underwear.apart from some portraits etc. The unspoken sub text being that she wanted sex LL. It was a matter of about ten minutes before she was down to her underwear and it didn't stop there as you can see from one shot taken at the time. Seeing it again, what lovely butt she had. Handling that and her breasts were a real pleasure. Yes, LL, we had sex that afternoon several times. It's partly what has kept me fit over the years since I knew you. Far better than visiting a gym or pounding the sidewalk.
Incidentally, we repeated it twice the following morning before Adelia went on duty and before I checked out. She said words to the effect that once I had dipped into her the day before she wanted more of that exquisite experience or in her words - Plus de cette expérience exquise.
When Adelia arrived, she said would I take some shots of her in just her underwear.apart from some portraits etc. The unspoken sub text being that she wanted sex LL. It was a matter of about ten minutes before she was down to her underwear and it didn't stop there as you can see from one shot taken at the time. Seeing it again, what lovely butt she had. Handling that and her breasts were a real pleasure. Yes, LL, we had sex that afternoon several times. It's partly what has kept me fit over the years since I knew you. Far better than visiting a gym or pounding the sidewalk.
Incidentally, we repeated it twice the following morning before Adelia went on duty and before I checked out. She said words to the effect that once I had dipped into her the day before she wanted more of that exquisite experience or in her words - Plus de cette expérience exquise.
Reflecting Restoring
Another Parisian assignment and commission in 2007. Sophisticated, again elegant, but a little sad. I made her laugh though LL.
An assignment that became an assignation you could say. I had finished up with all my photos of her in her dresses etc (note the earrings she is still wearing), when she reappeared from her bedroom as you see her above. She had redone her make-up as well. Apart from that she just wore some lovely panties. She asked me, yes asked me, (yet again during such a commission) to take her to bed.
One look at her perfect breasts, almost see through panties and a hardening in my trousers and I couldn't refuse. She was very passionate, someone who obviously had been neglected physically. I was trying to be gentle with her but she just thrust up against me saying she wanted me to hard on her. I was certainly hard in her!
I'm a generous soul (with the right people) and made love to her for some time that day, giving her three orgasms ...and she paid me in full for the commission. Not a bad deal, all told.
It was apparent that she was lacking in physical attention (she was married - but I had no qualms there) because the following day she turned up at my hotel. Eventually, we adjourned to my room where we made love again. Orgasm, by tongue, orgasm beneath me and orgasm with her above me.
Incidentally, in case you may be wondering LL, she was introduced to me by Eleonore mentioned above. I guess you could call it therapy, with me being the therapist. It certainly worked with this delightful woman who I can't name. She was a different woman afterward.
These liaisons had their benefits beyond getting laid. I gleaned a number of great business deals due to their influence, on one proviso ... that I 'service' them from time to time. No hardship at all.
An assignment that became an assignation you could say. I had finished up with all my photos of her in her dresses etc (note the earrings she is still wearing), when she reappeared from her bedroom as you see her above. She had redone her make-up as well. Apart from that she just wore some lovely panties. She asked me, yes asked me, (yet again during such a commission) to take her to bed.
One look at her perfect breasts, almost see through panties and a hardening in my trousers and I couldn't refuse. She was very passionate, someone who obviously had been neglected physically. I was trying to be gentle with her but she just thrust up against me saying she wanted me to hard on her. I was certainly hard in her!
I'm a generous soul (with the right people) and made love to her for some time that day, giving her three orgasms ...and she paid me in full for the commission. Not a bad deal, all told.
It was apparent that she was lacking in physical attention (she was married - but I had no qualms there) because the following day she turned up at my hotel. Eventually, we adjourned to my room where we made love again. Orgasm, by tongue, orgasm beneath me and orgasm with her above me.
Incidentally, in case you may be wondering LL, she was introduced to me by Eleonore mentioned above. I guess you could call it therapy, with me being the therapist. It certainly worked with this delightful woman who I can't name. She was a different woman afterward.
These liaisons had their benefits beyond getting laid. I gleaned a number of great business deals due to their influence, on one proviso ... that I 'service' them from time to time. No hardship at all.
Requesting Revelling
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Finally, in this short selection of my French lovers, is Francena.
Francena back then worked in the Paris theatre and contacted me through my French language website for a portfolio of shots, presumably to further her career. She lived in what I believe was a rented apartment towards the edge of Paris. It was one of those industrial looking places with bare brick walls, industrial style lighting etc. I have some that are similar, in a block owned by our corporation, in New York.
I had suggested the studio for the shoot but she said she would feel more comfortable in her own apartment. I had other commissions in Paris at the time - I used to try and line up tow or three at a time at each location.
I turned up at her place via a taxi and she let me in. I had no lighting with me apart from several remote operated flash guns and my camera bag of course. I took quite a few shots of Francine mainly using the brick walls as back drops. After lunch at her place, she asked me to take a few more informal ones of her relaxing at home and changed accordingly into jeans and various tops.
Then as the afternoon wore on she asked if I would mind taking a few more revealing shots of her in her underwear. I agreed. She was quite a good looking woman, after all. She looked great in her underwear and I told her so. We progressed through various lingerie until finally she reappeared in what can best be described as some sort of shift.
As she wandered over to the window for what she called a sexy shot, it was apparent from the movement beneath that garment that she wasn't wearing a bra, LL. Here we go, I thought ....again. These French women!
Sure enough the pose she struck, as you can see above, is indeed very sexy. Do you want me she said as she pulled the shift right up revealing her pussy. I want you to take me. They weren't her exact words but near enough.
She slipped out of the garment and stood there stark naked. I took her hand and led her through to her bedroom. Francena lay on the bed with her legs apart and her arms above her head, watching me strip naked.
Then I was between her legs head down and snuggled right in there, she moaning and her juices flowing. I worked slowly all around and just inside her pussy with my tongue. Then I worked toward her 'pearl', just touching it with the tip of my tongue, then caressing either side if it. More and more moans - they sound the same in French as in English LL, believe me. Then stroking her clit harder I felt that little appendage harden until was erect. It stood there like the little penis it really is. Mine was quite erect too.
The moans became ohhhhhhsss. Then she was there, convulsing as she came. I did a little more but she couldn't take it so I knelt up between her legs and massaged those lovely boobs until they too were full and her nipples erect. Francena then guided me into her lovely opening, all slick and fully lubricated. Entry was lovely LL. I think I said mmmm as my full length entered her.
She looked up at me and smiled saying you are 'big' aren't you. I just smiled back and slowly started thrusting. I am sure she liked that slow approach as she lay there smiling, while I explored every centimetre of her open pussy. She looked down watching me. I looked down too see the lips of her pussy enveloping my cock. Very sexy when I think about it now, LL. But then I still enjoy that view with others on a regular basis😉.
She lay there just enjoying the slow build up then she could hold back no more and grabbed the bedhead with her hands and using the leverage thrust up toward me rapidly. I took my cue and started slamming into her faster and faster. I could see her knuckles tightening the hold on that metal bedhead. Partly, it was the heat of the moment, partly to stop her moving up the bed with the force of my thrusting.
Her face was a picture of ecstasy and contortion. Nearing her climax LL she just threw her legs up in the widest 'V' she could manage and I reached my climax, making a large deposit and shuddering inside her.
That will do for that encounter. I guess by now you realize I have never been 'wanting' and in fact have been enjoying a fantastic life since I escaped your two timing ways.
Did you like my 'P's' and 'R's'? I go under my second and original identity these days, so PR has now disappeared from the public scene pretty much.
Then I was between her legs head down and snuggled right in there, she moaning and her juices flowing. I worked slowly all around and just inside her pussy with my tongue. Then I worked toward her 'pearl', just touching it with the tip of my tongue, then caressing either side if it. More and more moans - they sound the same in French as in English LL, believe me. Then stroking her clit harder I felt that little appendage harden until was erect. It stood there like the little penis it really is. Mine was quite erect too.
The moans became ohhhhhhsss. Then she was there, convulsing as she came. I did a little more but she couldn't take it so I knelt up between her legs and massaged those lovely boobs until they too were full and her nipples erect. Francena then guided me into her lovely opening, all slick and fully lubricated. Entry was lovely LL. I think I said mmmm as my full length entered her.
She looked up at me and smiled saying you are 'big' aren't you. I just smiled back and slowly started thrusting. I am sure she liked that slow approach as she lay there smiling, while I explored every centimetre of her open pussy. She looked down watching me. I looked down too see the lips of her pussy enveloping my cock. Very sexy when I think about it now, LL. But then I still enjoy that view with others on a regular basis😉.
She lay there just enjoying the slow build up then she could hold back no more and grabbed the bedhead with her hands and using the leverage thrust up toward me rapidly. I took my cue and started slamming into her faster and faster. I could see her knuckles tightening the hold on that metal bedhead. Partly, it was the heat of the moment, partly to stop her moving up the bed with the force of my thrusting.
Her face was a picture of ecstasy and contortion. Nearing her climax LL she just threw her legs up in the widest 'V' she could manage and I reached my climax, making a large deposit and shuddering inside her.
That will do for that encounter. I guess by now you realize I have never been 'wanting' and in fact have been enjoying a fantastic life since I escaped your two timing ways.
Did you like my 'P's' and 'R's'? I go under my second and original identity these days, so PR has now disappeared from the public scene pretty much.
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Italy
Within a year of our parting I was in Italy for two periods. The first of three months and the second for two months. I learned the basics of Italian during that time and the basics of a number of Italian women.
They are wonderfully passionate and very good in bed, believe me. I love their zest for life, food and sex. Apart from learning the language I acquired quite a few ideas for various dishes. Those I used as the basis for my culinary business, modest though it is. I never had great ambitions for it but have over the years been persuaded to do the odd appearance on TV in Miami.
Now for some of the photography and some of the women.
An ABC
(it's all in the captions LL)
(it's all in the captions LL)
Alluring Action
Pesaro on the Adriatic coast was where I had arranged some further Italian lessons toward the end of my first three month stay.
The language teaching was a two way affair by now. I helped the 'teachers' with their English while they enhanced my Italian. I paid well and often above what they suggested. Being me, I lined up only women teachers, LL. Apart from the language thing I went sightseeing, revisited some places I have been before and undertook a number of photographic commissions.
Back to Pesaro and my language teacher Giovanna. You know LL that if you spend time with someone learning a language there is a lot of face to face time, eye contact and lip movement ... and laughter when mistakes are made. Thing is in the instances I enjoyed with my teachers we became fairly close and in several instances very close, if you know what I mean. I also gained some photos for my private collection.
The one above of Giovanna summarizes what I mean to a tee. We become close, very close and apart from enjoying going out and about, dining etc, we also enjoyed quite a bit of intimacy for the two weeks I was there.
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Back to Pesaro and my language teacher Giovanna. You know LL that if you spend time with someone learning a language there is a lot of face to face time, eye contact and lip movement ... and laughter when mistakes are made. Thing is in the instances I enjoyed with my teachers we became fairly close and in several instances very close, if you know what I mean. I also gained some photos for my private collection.
The one above of Giovanna summarizes what I mean to a tee. We become close, very close and apart from enjoying going out and about, dining etc, we also enjoyed quite a bit of intimacy for the two weeks I was there.
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Blowing Bush
This shot was taken in a studio in Milano during my second visit of two months. Lucia wanted something approximating to the classic Marilyn Monroe shot. Two strategically placed fans achieved what she wanted. What I personally hadn't bargained for was the view of her undergrowth and what it hid.
This particular shot with her apparent faux 'shocked' expression came as I looked up from the camera, a Hasselblad, It wasn't genuine the shock that is LL. Lucia had planned it all along she told me afterward.
Did I, or didn't I....?
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Curving and Cupping
She did the curving and I did the cupping. Civitavecchia, look it up it's a little north and west of Rome, is where I encountered Paola. She encountered me as well. Our encounter was mutually beneficial and very satisfying you could say LL.
She lectured in Modern Languages University in the City and I was introduced to her by a mutual female acquaintance supposedly to improve my Italian - her English was near perfect as you might expect. However, I think my reputation for things other than languages and photography must have gone before me.
We ended up in bed and I ended up with some more shots for my private collection LL. You are in there - remember Sorrento and your 'birthday' photos you sent me? Not the 'star attraction', but you are still there, if only as a reminder of what you became.
We didn't climb into bed immediately of course. I met Paola for lunch when I arrived in Civitavecchia and after so chat in English, like a getting to know you session, she suggested her rooms (an apartment) would be a good place to determine the language areas I needed to work on. At least that was the plan I believed I was following. Paola had entirely different ideas.
We had shared a bottle of wine at lunchtime preceded by Aperol Spritz, so we were both quite 'relaxed'. Giggling a little Paola showed me to the elevator that took us to her apartment. It was an oldish building LL although the elevator could probably take about four people. She uttered a classic line when we got into the elevator, I remember to this day. Press the button, she said and whoosh we go. I remember I replied along the lines of fast or slow. She said in reply - slow at first. Talk about exchanging innuendo with an Italian lady. It was as I said LL, classic.
She meant it too. When we arrived in her flat she offered me an espresso and put her also classic Moka coffee pot on to brew. Then she disappeared into the bathroom while I fixed the coffee. She reappeared in a robe. Hmmm...I remember thinking, this is getting interesting. Language lessons went out of the window when she allowed the robe to slide to the floor revealing the fact she was only wearing her panties.
She had two windows on the lounge outlook, luckily the one she was standing in front of was frosted. She smiled at me sexily and I took quite a few shots of her. Paola didn't object. She then turned so I could shoot her backside and that is one of the shots above. I see you are interested she laughed looking at the bulge that had appeared in my chinos. With that she took her panties off and we retired to her bedroom.
I won't describe what went on except to say we stayed in her bed most of the afternoon, caressing and making love. I do recall she had lovely boobs.
I asked her over dinner down by the port, why she wanted me a Brit to make love to her. All she said in reply was - you were recommended and we both laughed. I did brush up my Italian the next day after breakfast at her place. Being Italy she sent me out to a local pasticceria for bread and pastries. Those places in Italy are heavenly first thing in the morning. We enjoyed that breakfast accompanied by the rich aroma and taste of superb Italian coffee. Paola sat opposite in just her robe...and I mean just her robe That was more than just apparent.
I rank that morning's breakfast as one of the best I have enjoyed. Followed by a shared shower the morning could only have gotten better ...and it did, but that remains between Paola and me.
She lectured in Modern Languages University in the City and I was introduced to her by a mutual female acquaintance supposedly to improve my Italian - her English was near perfect as you might expect. However, I think my reputation for things other than languages and photography must have gone before me.
We ended up in bed and I ended up with some more shots for my private collection LL. You are in there - remember Sorrento and your 'birthday' photos you sent me? Not the 'star attraction', but you are still there, if only as a reminder of what you became.
We didn't climb into bed immediately of course. I met Paola for lunch when I arrived in Civitavecchia and after so chat in English, like a getting to know you session, she suggested her rooms (an apartment) would be a good place to determine the language areas I needed to work on. At least that was the plan I believed I was following. Paola had entirely different ideas.
We had shared a bottle of wine at lunchtime preceded by Aperol Spritz, so we were both quite 'relaxed'. Giggling a little Paola showed me to the elevator that took us to her apartment. It was an oldish building LL although the elevator could probably take about four people. She uttered a classic line when we got into the elevator, I remember to this day. Press the button, she said and whoosh we go. I remember I replied along the lines of fast or slow. She said in reply - slow at first. Talk about exchanging innuendo with an Italian lady. It was as I said LL, classic.
She meant it too. When we arrived in her flat she offered me an espresso and put her also classic Moka coffee pot on to brew. Then she disappeared into the bathroom while I fixed the coffee. She reappeared in a robe. Hmmm...I remember thinking, this is getting interesting. Language lessons went out of the window when she allowed the robe to slide to the floor revealing the fact she was only wearing her panties.
She had two windows on the lounge outlook, luckily the one she was standing in front of was frosted. She smiled at me sexily and I took quite a few shots of her. Paola didn't object. She then turned so I could shoot her backside and that is one of the shots above. I see you are interested she laughed looking at the bulge that had appeared in my chinos. With that she took her panties off and we retired to her bedroom.
I won't describe what went on except to say we stayed in her bed most of the afternoon, caressing and making love. I do recall she had lovely boobs.
I asked her over dinner down by the port, why she wanted me a Brit to make love to her. All she said in reply was - you were recommended and we both laughed. I did brush up my Italian the next day after breakfast at her place. Being Italy she sent me out to a local pasticceria for bread and pastries. Those places in Italy are heavenly first thing in the morning. We enjoyed that breakfast accompanied by the rich aroma and taste of superb Italian coffee. Paola sat opposite in just her robe...and I mean just her robe That was more than just apparent.
I rank that morning's breakfast as one of the best I have enjoyed. Followed by a shared shower the morning could only have gotten better ...and it did, but that remains between Paola and me.
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Not the biggest or best boobs on the planet but she made up for that in other ways.
I met Donatella in Brescia. She worked at the place I had come to see. I can't say what that is for obvious reasons, LL. She still works there. I literally bumped into her in the Piazza della Loggia. My fault entirely as I was totally consumed by the photo I was taking and backed into her as she was passing. Her take out coffee went all over the piazza.
I apologized, she laughed and with that we had made a connection. The fact I spoke Italian went down well, although it has much improved since 2007. I offered her coffee in a nearby place. She accepted and although she had limited time one espresso and one cappuccino later she had agreed to lunch with me, by way of recompense. The cappuccino was mine by the way.
I spent the morning seeing and shooting what I wanted. Why was I in Bescia? I was on my way from Milan to Venice via Verona, LL.
We met for lunch, we met for dinner and then we spent the night at her small apartment. I seem to land on my feet all the time in my life, LL. In this case I did as well and Donatella landed on her back twice and on my stomach and face also twice.
What she lacked in the breast department, she made up for with , let's just say, 'enthusiasm'!
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When I left Civitavecchia, LL, I drove to a small city called Orvieto. Not a commission, not a language lesson, but to meet a friend from London called Sarah. We knew each other well, and I mean well.
As I was in the vicinity so to speak and was headed for Firenze (Florence), I decided to stay over with her for a couple of nights. I say nights because that was what we both were interested in - the nights, in bed, together. According to my 'record' I took this shot the morning after the night before and also just after a little morning 'warm up'. I was waiting for the kettle to boil for a good old fashioned English cuppa!
As you will see, perhaps in a future blog, apart from tea one of my signature gifts is a teddy bear and Sarah was no exception. She brought hers that I had given her in London in 2005 with her. He shared our bed until the movement on it consigned him to the floor!
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Freestyle Fornicator
This shot LL, taken in, well near, Bologna, has had a filter applied at the request of the subject, Anji.
Despite the look of innocence on her face in the photo, she was anything but. I had been looking at various properties in the area. Mainly to do up and let (my 'empire' is far and wide these days). Anji an agente immobiliare (estate agent to you) had shown me around over several days, and she got to know that I was a photographer. When we arrived this place, which had some work done to it, after several days, she asked if I would take her photo. I said I would love to and maybe we could arrange it for tomorrow which was a Saturday.
Anji said how about now and I went back to my car and grabbed my camera. When I returned there was no sign of her, so I called her name. She replied. She was upstairs. I went upstairs. I found her, or rather I saw a small pile of clothes first. Intrigued I walked to the doorway and looked down at the pile which was topped by bra and panties. I recognised the top as Anji's and looked to my left swinging the door wider as I did so. She was standing against the wall stark naked!
To say I was surprised is understating my initial reaction, LL. Whilst I am more than used to seeing naked women in all their glory (or otherwise), Anji really did surprise me as it was the last thing I was expecting from her. No indication previously whatsoever. I can't repeat what she said, or rather I can, but won't but the upshot was that I took her photo and then I took her - she wanted it.
Upshot was the right word too as that what it amounted to given there was nowhere to lie down comfortably. Ever heard of the cradle position LL? I'll explain. Anji put her arms around my neck as I leaned against the wall, naked from the waist down - me that is Anji already was. I had no trouble with an erection (when do I ever close to such a great body). I lifted Anji and held onto her buttocks (nice thought), she wrapped her legs around me and we connected, fully. Then she leaned back while I squeezed and played with her boobs and she thrust onto me using my neck and her hands as leverage.
Anji was very passionate, and I mean very. She was panting with pleasure almost as soon as she started. It was pretty pleasurable from my viewpoint to. It's not often a realtor wraps her legs around you and gives herself to you fully. Given the position neither of us could maintain it for long so our joint thrusting was fast and not without a lot of ohhhs and grunting - the latter on my part.
Anji achieved what she sought and it was very pleasurable for me too, to say the least. I remained erect after I let her down. I turned her around so she was facing the wall and entered her from behind. She told me her legs were wobbly and I told her to brace herself because they would be even more so soon.
I grabbed her boobs as she held herself away from the wall and arched her back so the sex would be more comfortable for us both. Then to put it bluntly I fucked her LL and it was great when I came and she had that second orgasm. She said it was the best of two!
I'll remember Bologna for a number of reasons and Anji is one. I left the following morning. I didn't buy that property. Its foundations were to shaky, but Anji's weren't....
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Genuine and Grrreat
Always carry a few white shirts has been my motto since losing one to you LL, and many more to other women I have met. I lost this one to Vernice in Rome.
Roam was the word too when it came to Vernice on this particular visit. It was when I first arrived in Italy at the beginning of my second stay. I knew Vernice from the studio I use in Milan. I still use the same studio but Vernice, strangely, is now working in the UK in London.
We decided to have a weekend together in Rome. I was in Sorrento at my home there, - I still have it by the way. ('The best holiday ever' - you once said).
Back to Rome and the verb to roam. That is exactly what I was invited to do inside that shirt that weekend and again several times in the future. They are 100% genuine if you are wondering. I never did, I knew from hands on experience.
I'll leave the rest to your 'vivid' imagination.
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Handy Handfuls
Sorrento, almost al aperto - outside - not my place but hers LL. A near neighbor and an American called Robyn. She was divorced, wealthy and had fallen in love with the Amalfi coast. As a result she used to spend her summers there. Not sure if she still, does haven't seen here since 2009, but I know I lost another shirt to her.
We used to spend days and nights at each other's places. Nice memories, LL.
We used to spend days and nights at each other's places. Nice memories, LL.
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Insider - Inside Her
Vecchia Italia - old Italy, LL, on the shores of Lake Maggiore. Silvana was far from that though. I met her at a wedding believe it or not and we ended up on the rooftop bar of the hotel chatting the night before the wedding. She was a guest at the wedding as I was but we were both singletons. I had been invited along via the groom's father, a business associate. (I told you that you knew very little about me😉) Hence the fact she and I gravitated toward each other.
This shot wasn't taken at the hotel or the wedding but at a property next door that let's say was in need of some attention. It was empty and accessible. We slipped away here toward the end of the afternoon and toward the end of the reception. Not sure when she did it but somewhere along the way she 'lost' her panties and we both lost our way in that old building, but found full satisfaction. You could say from a standing start - use your imagination LL!
I took the shot just after Silvana had recovered and slipped her dress back on - well almost on. That night...mmm...what a night. Another great memory tucked away.
Like the play on words in the caption?
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Jealous Joy
Jenah, unusual name and an unusual woman in some ways. She was the subject of a small commission via a friend of hers and a client of mine in Milan although this shot was taken in her place in Piacenza, about an hours drive to the south.
It was a bit of a drive for what I was told were just a few shots, but I was asked nicely to go and given an incentive the night before. I took the shots when I met Jenah. She had a small apartment rented and in a whole block of them. Bit like some of the ones you see in many towns in the UK. It became obvious as soon as I entered her apartment that my visit wasn't really about photos, although I got a few including the one above.
After ushering me in and offering me a drink - I chose coffee - she sat opposite me in a robe. From where I sat it was obvious there was little beneath it if anything. No bra that was for certain. After we had finished our coffees. I suggested the photos. Jenah said that I came 'recommended', and gave me a coy smile with what I can only describe as 'bedroom eyes'. In a way I had been 'set up' in the nicest possible way. She wanted sex.
I remember she started unbuttoning my shirt and then my belt and trousers. I didn't resist LL. Two hours of driving turned out to be well worth it. Her hands were all over me as she pulled my trousers down and I stepped out of them. I pulled the cord on her robe and that revealed a pair of great boobs as you can see and a figure that was very attractive. She also wasn't shaved and sported quite a 'bush'. Unusual these days and then, as most women shave or have their pubes removed ...for better 'access'.
She sat herself up on the kitchen counter opened her legs and invited me into the licking zone. I was all for grabbing her boobs, and although I caressed them a little I went into that area between her legs. It was a bit of a jungle down there but I found my way 'home'. That was confirmed by Jenah's gasps.
As I am sure you can guess, LL, from personal experience of my tongue, I found her little 'love pearl' down there and brought her to a climax. I was still in my boxers when she came, but only just if you follow my meaning. I carried her to her bedroom. Her legs wrapped around my waist, laid (there's a good word) her on her bed and slipped my boxers off. She provided the requisite access by raising her legs in the air and holding them there in that classic 'V' I entered her, standing then fucked the living daylights out of her.
She couldn't get enough of me LL. I was amazed at her. The sight of her body and squeezing those firm boobs regularly kept me erect far longer than normal. I was a little concerned she might not be able to take it but she did. After the first orgasm, not the one in the kitchen, she came a second time while I was still like a ramrod. That's a lovely feeling for a guy when a woman's pussy contracts around his penis. Hers did repeatedly each time she came. Pulsating, you could say.
I continued my thrusting after that second orgasm. Her pussy was as wide open as it could get. Her pubes were soaking with her juices and her face flushed quite red. I wasn't sure she had anything left, but I continued as I had more left in me and I wanted it out and inside her.
At one pint she rested her legs on my shoulders and I held her thighs drawing her toward me, then grabbing her boobs and squeezing them. By now her arms were thrashing around. I could feel that I was coming and that she was experiencing a rush toward what I thought was a rush toward her third, no fourth orgasm of the morning.
Just as I ejaculated into her she gushed and spouted all around me and we and the bedclothes were soaked. Female ejaculation LL.
I collapsed on top of her catching my breath. She hugged me so tight with her legs around me eventually releasing me to roll off her. I sat up on one elbow and watched as she needed to get her breath back. Those boobs were a delight to watch rising and falling with each breath. I caressed them gently as she lay there eyes closed and smiling. I kissed her. I'm not sure how long we lay there but she had curled up against me and we nothing.
What a morning. One of many over the years but this one was unexpected and I have always been open to an opportunity to bed a beautiful woman, but Jenah was not expected from the way she had been described to me previously.
No need to relate the rest of the day, it wasn't exciting or as satisfying as that morning. Jenah didn't want me to leave when it got to the late afternoon, so I was persuaded to stay that night (on fresh sheets!) That LL, is another tale.
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Keen and a little Kinky
I have been lucky enough to photograph many younger women during my photographic years LL. A number of them set out as nude shoots by request. This was one of them and when Giulia slipped out of her robe I could see why she was proud of her body.
As you can see she is slim, at least I am guessing she still is. She possessed really pert boobs too, also as you can see. Very attractive. She was all 'business' when I set up in this room on the second floor of this villa in Florence, as I was. After all I get paid for my work. The shots taken were more of an art form, than anything verging on the pornographic. So no pussy shots. No legs apart, no bending over.
We took a couple of breaks during the morning for coffee and a pastry. Giulia re-robing when we did. I have to say that when she walked those boobs of hers were so firm they hardly moved. Approaching midday we sat and reviewed the shots which included the one above. Sitting side by side on a couch in the room above.
I'm not sure what happened next but her hand found my crutch as we discussed the shots and adjustments that I suggested using software on my laptop. We were both leaning forward, so her boobs were almost fully visible under her robe. Her hand started rubbing me and needless to say I was aroused fairly quickly. She turned half toward me and started undoing my shirt, slipping her hand inside and caressing me.
Her robe was by now fairly wide open and I returned her favor slipping my hand around her right breast and squeezing it. That was it we both stood I got out of my shirt and trousers and boxers while she shed that robe lay back on the couch, opened her legs while I rubbed her pussy vigorously. She had me in hand and was pumping me hard. I thought I would come she was so deft. Instead she did.
I watched her. At first she was smiling then the smile was interspersed by looks of ecstasy as he was getting more and more, for want of a better word, 'excited'. Then her eyes closed tight, her mouth formed an 'O' and she shouted out and came. Nicely wet and lubricated she guided me in to her LL. I will leave the rest for you to fill in, just like I did to Giulia to her delight and utter satisfaction.
That year 2007 was a great one. I got laud more times than I could count, in Italy, in California and quite a few times in the UK, and that doesn't include some 'friends' up in New England and down here in Florida.
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Loving Large
She was very loving and her boobs nice and large. This was taken in Naples, not Florida, but Italy. I have known Caterina, in both senses of the word, for a number of years. We first met in London in 2005 although this was taken in 2007 in Italy.
A real handful, and I don't just mean her boobs, although they were a real handful. No, she was just an impulsive lovely woman and still is, and I love her for it. She is a very tender woman too. I will be seeing her again next year. She's now I think 42 and still looks great. Gravity hasn't taken hold of her boobs yet either, but I think I will. Nice thought and something to look forward to in the New Year!
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Memorable Mammary
My final client, and this one was as a result of a recommendation from a relative across the border in Austria, lived then in Bolzano in the Dolomites. That part of Italy was part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in the 19th and early 20th centuries so there are a number of fair haired Italians in the region. Quite different to their Neapolitan countrymen in the south.
I was hired/commissioned to take this cousin's photos and I did. Maybe it's the fact that these women are in and out of their clothes all day for the shoots I set up maybe they are just horny. I don't know, I don't want to know, but on the other hand it has intrigued me over the years, especially when I considered the age gap in quite a few instances.
From that and the photo above you will guess that she ended up showing me all her attributes and posing for the above shot and a few others. Nice body, good, or should that be naughty, in bed as well. I will leave you to imagine me inside her LL. I didn't need to - I was, and more than once. Her name was Lucia, by the way.
You may have noticed the captions follow ABC etc all the way to M. Sometime I'll finish the rest of the alphabet connected with my visits to Italy in 2007.
Ciao
( Some people make the right decisions and...some don't)
( Some people make the right decisions and...some don't)
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