LL in the UK
Don't want you getting bored in your mundane life, LL, do we😉.
To keep that boredom (you used to spell it boredum...the dum (b) bit seems quite appropriate) at bay, here are some photos of friends that will probably make you think about your place in the scheme of things... or rather in my scheme of things. These are specific to 2004 and 2005...maybe a little of 2006, but not much.
All women I met during our time together, but all after March 2004 a significant date to me, if not to you. To remind you...Oxford, not Rugely. Jose, not your female friend. Margaret/Maggie was it? If she ever existed that is.
Read on. I am sure you find my exploits entertaining, even if they are not what you want to hear.
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But where and when is this LL? Or, more to the point (both of them) who is this.
The where is Majorca. I had never been there before. It never appealed and wasn't my sort of destination, but bearing in mind what you were up to, I thought I would seek a little distraction over a long weekend. I had booked myself in to a hotel. Caught a flight from Stansted and there I was.
It wasn't difficult to find some 'distraction' in the lovely shape of Steph (Stephanie). The easiest way I found was to frequent the bar and sure enough I was soon chatting to one or tow women, separately, while carefully pacing myself drink-wise. Some were off elsewhere, probably clubbing and I let them go as that wasn't my scene either.
Steph stuck, you could say. We had a few drinks, took a walk and then she ended up back in my bedroom the first night. Hers the second and then she went home. I took the shot above the second day.
As you can see she was a striking blonde and I can confirm she really was a blonde. I was face onto the confirmation several times, before insertion. To say her boobs were a pleasure would be an understatement. they were gorgeous and she could take any amount of massaging and attention. Steph was a pretty good lay too.
The when? May 2005.
This one creeps into 2006 LL a short while after you said, and I quote, "Why do I always make the wrong decisions P"
The where is Italy, the who a lady called Alessia and the when...April 2006. Nice birthday present don't you think and in her birthday suit. This was taken early one morning when she stepped outside briefly for this shot. Then it was back to bed.
I met Alessia when I bought my place in Sorrento, although this shot was taken when we were away for a few days further down the coast near a place called Castellabate. She worked then for the real estate agent, although now she is fully employed by me looking after my property affairs. WE renewed our ...ummm... 'connection' last year, to our mutual benefit.
This was taken on the North Somerset coast early one warm summer's day in 2005 LL. As you know after your activities in March of the previous year I had gone looking elsewhere to hedge my bets with you. Rather successfully it turned out. I took a trip to see Trish in Bristol, in fact it was the first time I met her (that is not her above, incidentally).
She cooked for me, showed me her delightful back yard, we sat in the sun. Her cooking was/is great. Then she sat on the floor of her lounge that first evening, opened her heart and managed to get a little tipsy on wine.
Eventually it was bedtime. Trish showed me my room. I guess it was the spare room as it just had a single bed in it. I heard her getting ready for bed in her room's en suite after I had washed in the main bathroom. Whether it was by design or not, but we met on the landing. I guess it was by design as she had no reason to come out of her room.
I was wearing my boxers and she was wrapped in a white towelling robe. Even before she kissed me and came that close, I could tell that she smelled great. The aroma of whatever it was wafting toward me on that summer's night. She put her arms around me LL and I responded in kind. We kissed longer this time, still on the landing.
Then I felt her robe fall to her sides, replaced by the warmth of her body against mine. Trish took my hand and led me into her bedroom - no single bed for me that night. She shed her robe fully and I shed my boxers. The bed was a little higher than normal and Trish who isn't too much taller than you LL, climbed onto it, her butt almost in my face.
I gave it a playful slap. I couldn't resist especially as I could see her pussy was moist as well. She had done it on purpose of course. I stoked her thighs and buttocks then flipped her over onto her back. Trish has very firm boobs, even now, and on that first occasion there they were pointing straight at the ceiling. Her knees were bent and her legs together.
I parted them and went straight in, so to speak ... with my tongue. Having been separated for some considerable time Trish was hungry and what is more she had not had someone pay attention to her in this particular manner .. ever. She loved it LL and she came.
She has a son and daughter. Back then they lived at home (high teens in age) but this weekend they were with Trish's sister, so her moans and verbal outburst went unheard except by me.
I was fully hard of course. I had been up since she showed me her butt and moist pussy. Now the later was positively drooling her juices. I entered her, this time on the bed and fucked her hard - I was hungry too!. Again she revelled in the pleasure and the second orgasm. I collapsed on top of her briefly as she asked me to stay inside her. I could hear her panting to catch her breath in my left ear.
Her pussy was still contracting against me and that made me hard again. I withdrew, rolled her over onto her front and then asked her to kneel. I slid off the bed so that I was standing behind her and took her again from behind. To draw her slowly onto me I took a boob in each hand as sh slid all the way along my cock. I recall that was rather nice.
We took it nice and slow after the rather frantic first time. Slipping and sliding LL and it was very good for both of us. Trish told me I had touched parts that she didn't know of and in her words it was beautiful. We were both fulfilled when she came a third time and I unloaded all I had inside her.
That was just part of that first weekend with her. I saw her many times after that, both in Bristol and at my then home. Since Ash passed away we have renewed our, for want of a better word, acquaintance and Trish has stayed with me in Knightsbridge and in New Hampshire. In fact she is joining me there for a break next month, before I head for LA, San Francisco, Oregon and Hawaii.
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I remember how things came about. It started after the parcel business with her saying it must be lovely to have a pool of one's own. I figured she was angling to use it and asked her just that. She said she would love to. Being south facing it warmed up around the back quite a lot and I had a heater installed that year, 2005.
Jenny came round a few days later and I let her change in the house. She looked pretty good in her bikini and being in her thirties, I though she was very attractive. I left her to it for a while and then sauntered out and asked her if she would like me to get the sun beds out. She id, so I did and then she said for me to join her in the pool. I changed into my swimmers and did just that. To be honest LL, I didn't need to pause and think about it.
We swam together, chatted in the pool, floated on our backs in the summer sun. It was while I was floating on my back, dreaming away and thinking how nice this day was, that Jenny removed her bikini. All of it.. She had swum up behind me and put her hands on my eyes and said not to turn around until I had removed my trunks. I sort of knew what was coming. It would take a fool not to realize and I am not a fool.
Standing on the bottom of the pool, I complied. Once I had Jenny said I could turn around. When I did I saw she was nude and pretty much as she is in the shot above. By now we were in the shallow end and when we stood only our bottom halves were covered by the water.
She placed my hands on her boobs and she placed hers on what was rapidly becoming a full blown erection. Things became quite passionate then LL. My cock between her legs, kissing, fondling and then we decided indoors would be more comfortable. We both dried off which was a delight for me as Jenny was quite uninhibited, dangling her boobs toward me and wriggling her ass.
We wrapped the towels around us and made it into the day room. The lounge off the kitchen, you may recall. Two steps in inside the patio doors and we were on the couch. Jenny with her legs in the air and me between them. I will leave the rest to your imagination but we made love twice as you may well surmise. She was a very nice lay...very nice.
As to the photo taken in Somerset, I took her away for a long weekend. I said she was uninhibited and she proved that again on this beach. To be fair though she put her bikini bottoms back on reasonably quickly after a little joint fondling. She knew how to tease and I liked that.
Both these 'encounters' while you thought you were getting away with 'blue murder' with the flour man.
Tarpon Springs, Florida was where I met this lady. You will recall LL that I went over there in March/April of 2005, just about when I found out about the flour man.
I had and have old friends in the town so I took a drive up there from Fort Myers to stay a couple of days. All very pleasant. During my stay I met some of their friends at a small party they held at their home. Among them was Marty above. Martina was her full name. She professed fascination with my 'English-ness', although I had pointed out my Scots heritage as well.
Marty had never been to Europe, so she wanted to hear all about it and rather cornered me for most of the duration of the party. The upshot was that she invited me to 'pop in' when I left Dick's place (sadly he has passed on now) as she said she would love to hear more from me about my travels.
When I first saw her at the party she was wearing a summer dress with sleeves. I recall that day in late March it had been raining and had also cooled down a little. Apart from the fact she was an attractive lady and slim, I didn't give the rest of her too much thought in the cramped conditions of the party venue in Dick's house.
Marty lived at Palm Harbor, not too far off my route back to Fort Myers via Tampa Bay. I agreed I would call in.
On the day of my departure from Dick's, I packed my overnight bag and said my farewells. I had a hire car back in those days, as you knew LL. I drove off, found a parking lot some way down the road at a supermarket and checked my directions to Marty's place.
After a couple of wrong turns in Palm Harbor I eventually found her home. I turned into her driveway and she came to the door to meet me, LL.
It was about 9.30 a.m. LL when I arrived there as I wanted to make an early start back on the nearly three hour drive so I could be back in FM around lunchtime and that included a coffee stop on the way. That never happened. At least on that day it didn't.
My coffee stop, lunch stop and dinner stop were all in Palm Harbor and all at, or near, Marty's. The fact is we started chatting and apart from coffee and donuts, we didn't stop until lunchtime. That we took at a small place a few miles from Marty's and it spread languorously into the afternoon. She invited me to stay over that night, and having enjoyed a very good lunch I was in no mood for a three hour drive.
The afternoon drew on into the evening when we arrived back after a walk post lunch. Marty knew a good place for dinner and she changed. I had been wearing shorts and a tee so changed into chinos and a shirt.
We arrived back at her place around 9.30 pm. Earlier I had bought some wine so I opened a bottle while Marty disappeared to change and then reappeared in her dressing gown. I took her arm chair and she curled her legs under her and sat on the couch. We talked and drank the wine for about an hour then bed called. Marty had already shown me the second bedroom with a double bed where I was to sleep.
She checked she had locked up and then we kissed each other on the cheek and went to bed. I lay there for a while in the dark listening to the sounds of the house and the distant sound of an occasional car, then I began to drift off ... I am sure, LL, you are aware of that point where you are not quite asleep but are almost there. When the line between reality and a dreamlike state seem to merge. I was at that point when I felt someone (Marty of course) slip into the bed beside me. At first due to my being half in and half out of sleep, that I was dreaming.
I wasn't. It was Marty and she just cuddled up to me wrapping her arm around me across my chest, her warm nude body pressed against mine. I put my arm around her and she put her head on my chest. I am sure you are thinking right about her that we had sex. We didn't - we just fell asleep in each other's arms. I think, and now I know, that she was lonely at the time.
The morning was a whole different matter - we did make love, twice and we stayed in bed late as a result. I stayed one more night and headed back to WLC in Fort Myers the following morning. Marty now works in my headquarters building in Tampa. We see each other between my travels and rather naughtily of her as she is married, she has renewed our physical relationship.
The photo was taken late that first morning - pretty attractive lady.
Have done quite well, I thought at the time LL. If you are going to play away at least do it in style...like I did.
I guess you don't know Hampstead at all, but this is where this shot of Hannah was taken. A little attention with Photoshop makes this almost perfection in my opinion.
How did I come to be in Hampstead in 2004 when apparently I was your partner. Simple but sad. A long, long time ago in the early seventies I stayed with an a cousin of my first wife's family. He knew a number of Jewish folk in Hampstead and Golders Green. In 2004 he passed away. I went to the funeral. The fact I never mentioned it to you will become apparent if it hasn't already.
It was attended by older members of my first wife's family and a number of his Jewish friends. Most were couples. Obviously I didn't have a partner there. My wife had passed away and you were at work at the other end of the country.
Hannah had known the cousin as a child and felt she had to attend his funeral. I saw her alone in the cemetery, alone but among the other mourners. She also saw me standing alone also. She gave me a little smile and I did likewise. I walked over as things came to an end and then walked with her back to the road and life beyond the grave. We had talked briefly of how we both knew the deceased.
I was thinking of driving back to Norfolk when Hannah suggested we might have dinner together. It became apparent she was single. She suggested somewhere in central London away, as she put it 'from the gossiping Jewish mothers and their daughters'. I agreed and made arrangements to move my car close to her home.
That was a surprise, her home that is LL. Some how I envisage a terraced three story Victorian place., of which there were many in the area. It turned out to be a gated house detached and in it's own not too over large grounds. My car was left there and a cab called to take us into Town.
We had a lovely evening. We talked of the cousin and how he had regaled Hannah with tales of his life and I told her how I came to know him through my late wife's family. We laughed when it became apparent that he had shared many of the same stories with both of us. We toasted him and his life. In fact Hannah said L'chaim toviva ul'shalom - it means to or for life and for peace. I knew the toast L'Chaim (from Naval visits to Israel) but not the rest. Hannah was surprised.
Eventually we left the restaurant and walked arm in arm along the road a way. I will always remember what she told me. She said' Your not a bad guy...for a gentile'. I replied that she wasn't bad girl for a Jewish lady' To which she responded 'Are you sure?' and 'Would you like to find out?'
We returned to Hampstead and that night I did find out...she was quite a bad girl. In the morning, just the two of us in that large house she wandered around naked. Never without my cameras I took a series of shots, just for her and me. One appears above.
Still in London and still in 2004 LL....and still into women who were willing...literally.
Helen above was the first of my neighbors who I got to lay. This shot was taken in her apartment, fairly near mine ( at the time). It surprised me that a women of Helen's age would be interested in me, but we had enjoyed the odd lunch together (midweek as I was seeing you at weekends, LL) and dinner once or twice. WE met when I was supervising the delivery of furniture to my apartment and she asked to have a quick look around. Women! Always interested in the decor and homes.
Helen was quite a live wire and i have to say that after the furniture had been delivered she came round the same evening to see how I was getting on. I was unpacking china from John Lewis at the time. She helped me and after a while she asked what I had lined up for dinner that night. I hadn't given it much thought. Helen said she had something at her home that would feed two and would I like to join her. I told her I would. To be honest, that day I had, had enough of sorting and arranging.
We had dinner at her table in the kitchen along with a bottle of red I took along. After that, well after that we relaxed in her lounge for a while. I was quite impressed. It was all in white and a few colourful pictures and vases made it a delightful room. This was July of that year LL and we had light evenings, of course. I said I would deal with the dishes mid evening and Helen disappeared first to the bathroom then her bedroom. I loaded her dishwasher and cleaned the counter tops.
She reappeared in a robe.
The she appeared in just her panties... and I mean just her panties, such as they were. Helen said she thought I might need to relax and as she was feeling real horny that perhaps that was the solution. We both laughed. I liked her body and I told her so and asked if I might take some shots. Flattery often got me everywhere LL!
The almost last shot was the one above as I sat on the couch before her. That was when her hand started drifting inside her underwear. That was enough for me. I stood and pulled my polo over my head and slipped out of my chinos. My interest by now was more than apparent from mere words. Helen stepped onto the floor stood before me and then gently pushed me back onto the couch and commenced pulling my boxers off. I returned the favor and removed her panties. This time LL it was my turn to lay back and open my legs.
Helen knelt between them and took my member in hand then using her tongue started to give me a blow job, sucking on me very sexily and naturally in a very arousing way. I didn't come. I think she was saving me for a little later. It was apparent when she asked me to return the favor that I had been oozing semen as I watched lick her lips clear of the stickiness. Helen lay back length ways on the couch with legs wide and held up, as I started working on her already wet pussy. Boy! Was she sensitive down there. Moaning and groaning a fair bit before before I had given her an orgasm.
Then I did and found out she was a shouter and screamer. That pleased me LL as I knew I was pleasing her. After she regained her breath I took her by the hand and pulled her up from her prone position on the couch. Then I carried her into her bedroom and we made love with me thrusting gently and slowly inside her. This time we took it all very slowly until we both sensed the finish was coming...for want of a better phrase, when she asked me to give it to her hard and fast.
Not a bad first meet and a day or so later I laid you and you didn't have a clue, did you.
2004
Naughty weekend at a country house hotel in Suffolk.
This was one of those weekends I apparently couldn't make it to see you LL. The real reason is Sharon who appears above. A married lady who was starved of physical attention at home. As she put it her husband had lost interest. I didn't. She had a very sexy body and I told her so...more than her husband did apparently, LL.
She managed to get away for the weekend and I booked the hotel. She doesn't live in Suffolk and of course neither did I. We met on the Friday late afternoon in the hotel car park and walked in as a couple. We were shown our room and neither of us waited for what we both desired... each other. I hadn't seen Sharon nude of course but via emails etc she had revealed her boobs to me. The rest of her was very shapely and matched my expectations. Apparently, on seeing my erection, I matched hers.
That was a weekend of fun laughter and unadulterated lust for each other. See her boobs again in the photos I have retrieved reminds me how delightful they were in my hands and in my mouth. In fact the whole of Sharon was delightful. Running my hands all over her body. Down her back, squeezing her buttocks, her boobs caressing her thighs, hips and legs...all very pleasurable for us both. Then there was the act of sex itself. Sharon was hungry, very hungry. If I hadn't been fitter I would have been exhausted that weekend.
She was a good lay a very good lay. The way she thrust up against me while we fucked, the way she rode me to the point that she completely lost herself in the sex we were having and the way her eyes rolled up when she came. All these things produced a wonderful weekend of sex.
We managed sever in fact quite a few weekday meets. Once or twice deep in the woods (and deep in Sharon!) That was rather sexy in itself.
Saffron Walden was the location for this encounter LL. Not planned, not arranged, just happened.
As I am sure you will surmise from my heavily cropped photo above the young lady was indeed young. I'm not a baby snatcher - she was in her early thirties. Very odd how things came together and how one thing leads to another.
The market was in place in the town and I was taking photographs of the buildings around the market place along with the occasional shot of interesting groups of people. There was a florists among the stalls and I had noticed the younger of two women watching me occasionally. I guess I thought she was just idly curious as to my taking photos. I say idly because it was a grey day that October in 2004, LL and there were few folk around as the afternoon drew on. Eventually, as the market began to close down, I headed to a nearby chain coffee place, ordered up a flat white and sat reviewing the photos of the camera screen.
As I did I heard the chair on the opposite side of the table move and there was the lady from the florists, coffee in hand and asking if I minded if she join me. There were plenty of other tables free so I surmised that she had a reason for sitting at my table. I think I said something like 'not at all, please...' indicating the chair opposite. It was obvious she wanted to talk and so I packed my camera away.
She told me her name was Vicky and she wondered if I was taking photos on holiday or was I a professional photographer. I guess the latter conclusion came from the size of my lens - I was using a 600 mm telephoto.. However, I told that I was neither. Then I explained LL that I was just visiting the town from Norfolk, about an hour and a bit away and while I wasn't taking snapshots, I was trying to develop (an appropriate word) a professional side to my photography. That all seems a long time ago recounting this.
Vicky hesitated a little, before asking me if I would take her photo. I said I would but maybe in a day or so. I didn't tell her, but I had a date that night, LL. Yes another one. There were so many out there...and that was before you gave me your 'advice'. I never ever needed your advice. I was, and am, far more worldly than you ever knew how to be.
A day later I headed back to Saffron Walden. This time I took my tripod and some lighting equipment (that you never knew I had LL). Vicky had given me her address and with the aid of the SatNav I arrived bang on the time we had agreed. She had that afternoon off so the rest of the day was hers. Vicky described to me the sort of shots she wanted, but left it to me to compose.
We did mainly casual clothes and some of what she termed, her 'posh frocks' most of the afternoon. Taking the photos outdoors until the light was against us (and the cold for Vicky), then we moved inside. She kept me supplied with coffee in between things. I told her that there would be no charge at the outset as I needed the practice at that early stage of my photography. Vicky suggested we get a takeaway rather than for me to go home and cook and the same for her. I remember we chose Chinese and I went off in my Lexus to collect it.
By this time I reckoned the photography was over and I had really enjoyed it. Vicky was quite vivacious company and had relaxed into the photography as the afternoon went on. After we had eaten and I had refused a drink as I was going to be driving, Vicky suggested I stay the night - she had a spare room LL.
I never did sleep in that spare room LL. Two single people, both turned on by each other, we found ourselves making love in Vicky's bed and then her falling asleep in my arms.
The photo above was one of a number I took of her nude and semi nude the following morning. I told her about you and your cheating ways. I didn't tell her that I was continuing to see you. We met up several times in 2004 and 2005 when we both wanted to enjoy each other's company and bodies.
Another that you didn't know of LL, but then you only had yourself to blame.
My first French lay and gorgeous it was too. Just look at the photo of Camille above, her body and her breasts and imagine me making love to her, for I most certainly did. She was the daughter of one of my early clients in Caen. There's quite a story to how we came to be together in this location, but I'll save it for another time.
I thought I would throw in some black and white shots here. In many ways I prefer them to color.
York, a place I had visited quite a few times when my son worked in Leeds in the nineties. Never thought then LL that I would be visiting for wholly different reasons. I say reasons because on this occasion there were two 'reasons' although I didn't know it at first.
There I was having left you on a Monday morning in I believe August and having arranged a date with a lady in York on the Tuesday. I thought I would spend a night in a hotel there on Monday, see some of the City and meet up with Chrissie on the Tuesday. Most of Monday went as planned. I arrived in York in time for lunch. Then I pottered around the City and the Minster afterward.
I checked in at the hotel late afternoon and also booked a table for dinner. There weren't that many people in the hotel or indeed later in the restaurant. I changed went down for a drink and chatted with the barman, then strolled into dinner. Most of the diners were early finishing up when I got there, so I ended up eating almost alone except for a very attentive waitress...who you see above.
As I result we chatted a fair bit and seemed to get on rather well. I asked her if she would like to go for a drink when she finished. To my surprise she agreed Her name was/is Lorraine. She finished after nine so I met her in the car park and we wondered into town for that drink. Afterward as we left she slipped her hand in mine formed a loop with her thumb and index finger and placed me finger through it. I'm sure you know what that means LL. We went back to the hotel but entered by a staff entrance and made our way to my room.
Lorraine slept with me that night. We had some rather good sex. I recall she had a nice tight pussy, which was very arousing for us both, especially when I expanded inside her She came three times that night. Twice when I was on top of her and once after that when she decided she wanted to ride me.
I checked out in the morning. Lorraine slipped away fairly early and that was that. Not a bad stopover I thought. Then I started to think of my meet with Chrissie that afternoon.
2004
York
This is Chrissie. She knew I was into photography and so I took a number of shots of her those next two days (I stayed at her place) which was slightly north west of the City. We had chatted online. I told her that I travelled on business (you LL, but she never knew about you) and that I passed York fairly regularly.
We got on well having broken the ice via email and phone calls. We both knew that we would end up in bed together so there was no doubt about that. Those first two days were taken up with going out and about, dining and lots of sex. I say the first two days as from then on I saw her regularly from August 2004 right through to late 2005.
She had a great figure, long legs, nice boobs and liked lots of sex. I was told way back in April 2004 by one of the Karen's I met that I was highly sexed. I guess that is true. I get a lot of pleasure from that activity. Chrissie fitted the bill for me, more so than you ever did LL. She was up, or down depending on the situation, for sex at the drop of a hat. In the kitchen bent over, on her couch in the lounge, outdoors, standing and of course in bed. She liked me 'eating' her pussy and she also liked to suck on me and have be come in her mouth or all over her boobs.
You can see why we stayed 'together' so to speak for so long. Rather like Carole who I talked of before neither she nor Chrissie could resist sex at almost any time. I really enjoyed myself with Chrissie while you were going behind my back.
Charlotte was a woman I met in London. A cut above the rest LL, and well above you. I was introduced to her when I came across one of my near neighbors from St Catherine's Dock apartments. She was having a snack at, I think, the Cote Brasserie. I had gone in for lunch. The place was packed but my female friend had a spare chair at her table so she waved me over to join her and it turned out Charlotte.
My friend was Emma (a lady who liked to laid now and again) and she was then in investment banking. Charlotte turned out to be a wealthy client. We all started having a three way conversation and Emma got around to telling Charlotte about my photography. I pleaded that I was merely an amateur, although Emma said I took really good shots.
Emma and Charlotte had finished whatever they had been talking about and Emma said she had to go. I left the table for the gents so that they might finish their confidential chat. When I returned Charlotte was still there, but Emma had gone. My meal arrived, just a main course, and I asked if I might order a dessert for Charlotte if she didn't have to be anywhere else. She said yes and so we were there until mid afternoon talking and finishing up our wine.
The photography came up as a topic of conversation again entirely from Charlotte. She asked if I would take her photo. I asked if she meant now, there in the cafe or outside and she said that what she had in mind was at her place.
The long and the short of it LL, was that she wanted to get laid. The photos were an excuse, which I had quickly worked out on our cab journey to her home in Mayfair. She had a beautiful home, provided by 'Daddy'. She was single and in her middle thirties and that afternoon very frisky. When it comes down to it there is little difference between an Essex girl and a West End wealthy woman when they want sex. Well, maybe there is...the perfume is more expensive with the latter!
I took the shot above during our afternoon and early evening sexual antics. She knew a darn sight more than most women when it came to the bedroom and certainly more than you will ever experience or have experienced. Suffice to say, without going into details, she was a very classy and very naughty lay.
Charlotte became a source of a number of introductions as a result of our romps in her bed, which led me onto other things and other women. Chance, rather than what you like to term luck, opened lots of doors for me....and legs!
Back to 2004 again. I was never without a bedroom partner LL, never. Once I knew what you had been up to in Oxford, I felt free to plow my own furrow, so to speak. In fact I plowed quite a few furrows to the mutual benefit of the parties involved.
This shot of Rachel was taken overlooking her back yard in Gorleston in Norfolk. Another date via MFO. Some evenings I had six or seven conversations going, including talking to you. It was great fun, especially as I knew you had no idea. Once or twice you came lose when I didn't answer your mail straight away...but you didn't have a clue beyond that.
Rachel just wanted a meal or two out, company, some good wine and to get laid. It was largely a meeting of minds...and bodies. I was happy to provide all of that and get to lay her in return. I did, quite a few times during 2004, 2005 and 2006. If the truth be told I was in love with her breasts, they were great to look at, great to caress and great to squeeze, especially when she was approaching her orgasm.
Not a bad Christmas present, I'm sure you would agree LL. This shot was taken at Laura's in Newmarket in December 2004. I met her via Dating Direct (I have almost forgotten that site and all the 'hungry women' it provided me with). Do you know that every woman I met through that site I got to lay. That tells you something of women. Most of the time it is men that get accused of wanting to get a woman in bed...when in fact it is often the woman!
I didn't complain at all.
Laura was in her early forties and possessed of a scrumptious body and she knew it. It took very little for her to get my interest aroused, in a manner of speaking, when she stripped off that first night. I spent quite a few times there in Newmarket and at my place in Norfolk with her. We were still going strong right through 2005 and into 2006. That last year we had a vacation in Spain together.
I guess I am easily sucked in (innuendo alert!) by gorgeous boobs and I certainly was by Laura's long before I saw her naked. When we ate out the first time, she was wearing a tight top and I couldn't keep my eyes from drifting downward from her face and eyes. She had/has lovely eyes, bedroom eyes would be a good description. She certainly liked to spend a lot of time in the bedroom that's for sure.
In 2005 when I put a hold on my visits to you we would often spend all Saturday morning in bed talking and listening to music in between bouts of intercourse. Lovely days - no kids, no you, no interruptions, just pure pleasure.
This lady was someone I worked with at that insurance company. After I left there I had several calls from female staff there. I had worked in two departments and by the nature of my work knew people throughout the company, largely based in Norwich, but not entirely.
Jackie was one such caller. I had seemed to get along with most of the staff I worked with, in particular the women. Not sure what it is I have LL (apart from the obvious!), but it works wonders with females. She had called to have a chat and see how I was getting on and what I was doing after I left in I think September of that year. That was one call and it was followed up a day or two later with another saying it would be nice to meet for coffee, I agreed and so we did.
Jackie was not as young as she may look in the photo above.She had small boobs ... but I didn't hold that against her, although she held them against me when she came back to my place after several meets in Norwich. This shot was taken at my place. I remember we laughed at her panties that first and my lame joke about being 'horny'.
She may have had small boobs but she made up for with the vigour of her sex with me and her athleticism in seeking deep penetration. She did things with her legs I didn't think were possible...at least not then.
Our sexual liaison, almost entirely at my place and on the same bed that you lay back on LL, went on for several months. I thought it was poetic justice that you got laid by me exactly where I had taken quite a few other women. They didn't know either of course, but I did change the sheets!!
Very occasionally, I helped out setting up tables and chairs for a charity in the next village to my own. I'm not saying which because as far as I know Siobhan still lives in the area.I was originally roped in by neighbors near the end of my driveway. The arrangement was that I turn up before the meetings there to put up foldaway tables and set out chairs for the meetings. Usually took about forty minutes, so no big deal.
Siobhan was a volunteer who made tea and coffee in the small kitchen attached to the hall where the meetings were held. Sometimes I stayed on to give her a hand when other volunteers failed to appear. We got to know each other fairly well over the washing up. She usually washed and I dried. One day she called me and asked if I could stop off at the hall and have a look at the sink in the kitchen which she said was partially blocked.
There were no meetings in August due to holidays. I didn't give it a second thought and said I met her there the next day. Armed with my toolbox and a plunger, I arrived at the hall around teatime one evening. Incidentally, LL, I always have a camera with me in case you are wondering.
The door to the hall was unlocked even though I had a key anyway, so I guessed Siobhan was already there. She was. The hall was dark in that there were no lights on but there was a light in the kitchen. I walked through my footsteps echoing in the empty hall. Siobhan called out that she was in the kitchen. I put down my toolbox and plunger and entered. She was leaning against the sink facing me. She is and was an attractive woman as you can see from my photo above. Dressed in a colorful summer dress she looked lovely.
Siobhan then told me that she had a confession to make. For a moment I wondered what she meant but as she walked up to me and to my surprise kissed me I guessed I was there under false pretenses...and I was.
Not one to refuse the approaches of a pretty woman I put my arms around her and kissed her back. Her kisses became more passionate, she moved my hands down onto her bottom and I started to become aroused. We both knew of course where this was going.
Siobhan asked me to unzip her dress and she turned around so I could. I remember there was a hook and eye at the top that I had to diddle with a bit but then it was undone and I unzipped the dress. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
It was then I saw how prepared she had come. Beneath her dress was nothing but her body. No bra, no panties. Her hair had been drawn back in a sort of pony tail and she released it and let it cascade over her shoulders as I stood behind her. I was dressed in shorts and a shirt.
Soon after I had shed my clothes, locked the kitchen door and had wrapped my arms around Siobhan from behind. She moved both my hands onto her breasts as she started sliding to and fro on my erection LL. You can imagine what followed. She bent over hands gripping the side of the sink and pushed her backside upward by arching her back. That allowed me to enter her. She was very wet I recall and after the attention I had given her boobs she was ready for me.
To my surprise she came quite early. Something I hadn't seen before. I had barely started when her soft moans reached a crescendo quite suddenly and I felt her juices flowing around my cock as he experienced her orgasm. I was by no means there. There was a table just the other side of the kitchen door.
I lead her there. She was still flushed and still needy. Her arms around my neck. I lifted her onto the foldaway table you see above and prayed that it would hold up to what was to come. It did. I took her on that table. Her legs on my shoulders as I gave her quite a long fuck. During the time I was thrusting, I felt her come at least once more and then again when I came. Siobhan was quite noisy at this stage with OMG's, ohhhs and lots of moaning. I knew I had more than satisfied her...and myself along the way.
We stayed there for a while. The village was quiet. I had locked the hall door and shot its single bolt so there was no way anyone could surprise us. We spent some time embraced caressing each other and allowing Siobhan to recover - she said her legs were wobbly after our sex.. She allowed me to take some photos of which the one above is just an example. Then we dressed.
She indeed had no bra but did have panties which she extracted from her handbag.
It is just about three miles from her village to mine and we enjoyed sex a lot more leisurely when she visited me at my home on quite a few occasions in 2005 and 2006. It was just a physical thing. I satisfied her and she allowed me to enjoy her body. Eventually we both moved on, although we still email from time to time. She is now married with two children.
Another rather fruitful relationship from 2005 LL. These shots the two above were taken in one of the six properties I had in Norwich at that time. This lady whose name is Jessica was a tenant of mine in a terraced house not far from the City center.
There are usually a few hiccups/problems with tenanted properties that at that time, because I had time on my hands, I attended to personally. On the occasion I called at Jess's in March 2005 it was because a curtain pole had come loose - soon fixed. We had already had a bit of an affair when she first took the property, before I met you LL. That is we made love once or twice at the rented property on her bed.
She asked me to bring my camera and she would let me take shots of her nude. The two shots above are part of those I took that day. You could say, LL that they are top and tail. The first is topless (and the second as well in fact) and the second is bottomless that is no panties.
We made love a couple of times once when we took a break from me fixing the curtain and taking Jess's photos and then again before I left for home. Nice ride too and although her legs weren't long they were quite strong, especially when she wrapped them around me and drew me into her...lovely...and a lovely memory.
Another of my properties and strangely enough another Carole. This was a small office block with a ground and first floor (over here that would be a first and second floor). She is sitting on the stairs to the first floor.
Question is how did she get there? How I got there is easy. I owned the place. Easy really and so was Carole. She worked for the agent who sourced and sold me the building (I had it converted to flats by the way). I had only just acquired the place when I met Carole there in May 2004. It was by design on both our parts. I fancied her and she just wanted no strings attached sex. A meeting of minds you might say...or rather bodies!
I had a mattress delivered to the premises and kept there in an airtight bag, just in case you are wondering how and where our bodies met.
Meet we certainly did and 'connect' on quite a few occasions. She adored the way I made love and I just loved her body and her very attractive boobs. To say we tried every which way, would be an understatement.
Missionary position of course and cowgirl for her. I liked her on top it freed my hands to explore her and I have explored every inch in the past. Sixty nine of course. Quite satisfying for both of us before penetration. At my place on the bed kneeling and penetration from behind. In my office chair, her legs draped over the arms. At the bottom of the stairs from behind, because she couldn't wait. Out doors in the pool, in the garden and in the meadow.
Finally, with a friend she brought along once. A very nice threesome LL. They are real fun for a guy and I made sure both were more than satisfied, every which way.
This encounter took place in London in January 2006 at my first small studio.
I was practising, photography that is not sex. Jane above agreed to model for me. She lived a few doors from my apartment in St Catherine's Dock. It was meant to be a fully clothed affair but then at her suggestion ended up with me shooting her in her lingerie. She only had two changes so the shoot was limited.
It was Jane's idea to have some semi nude shots and we started with the one above. The others feature her fully naked, so I am not showing these as she is still a friend I see from time to time. Naturally, posing naked and knowing each other as we do and did then led to a little 'hanky panky' as the saying goes. We ended up on the studio couch, both stark naked and locked together with me, for want of a better word, fully 'cocked' and giving Jane what she wanted...which was at least two orgasm's.
We actually became a proper 'item' for a while, but with her travelling with work and me spending more time abroad we let things slide back to the occasional sexual encounter.
2005
This lady is also a Jane and was a new addition to my village's population in early 2005. She rented a cottage. One that I could see from the back of my house. We met when I was cutting the top hedge and she was taking a walk across the field at the back of my Norfolk property with her dog.
We said hello and then chatted for a while. She told me that she was renting her cottage just across the way. I said I guess I could could see from upstairs especially after I finished cutting the top of the hedge. I was still there when she returned from her walk and I was getting down my ladder. I said see you again soon and she said yes....that would be nice as I thought an afterthought.
I saw Jane several times after that when I was cutting grass etc and we came to know each other a bit better. She was separated hence the rental and I told her that I was on my own. Not strictly true as I had you in tow LL.
I invited her over for coffee one morning without her dog and our chat turned to the subject of living alone and for her the lack of any physical enjoyment. I found that a little surprising as I looked briefly at her well endowed boobs. In fact on that occasion, it was clear there was no bra supporting them, confirmed by the outline of her nipples.
I asked her if she would like to look around LL...as you do...when you want find out what a woman has in mind. After a tour of the ground floor with which you were familiar we went upstairs, stopping in the fourth bedroom to see if we could see her cottage - we could. Then finally along the passageway to my bedroom. We didn't leave that room for quite a while. My camera was on the side drawer unit and Jane asked whether I would take her photo.
Depends on the kind of shots I remember saying and she laughed. Something like this she said which is when I got the shot above. She had pulled down her top and released her left boob. I could have sucked it there and then. It was lovely and her nipple was quite erect.
After that things were a bit of a whirl. She took her top off, dropped her skirt and removed her panties while I removed my gear. Then she was on the bed, legs akimbo with me between them eating pussy., and my hands, or at least my free hand, the other was holding her leg up, was fondling those gorgeous boobs. Her clit was erect, and my tongue was stroking it faster and faster. Jane tensed and at that point I knew she was coming. I sucked on that little clit and she exploded, verbally and physically. It was though all her sexuality had been pent up for some time and she let it out in one great orgasm...literally. Wet wasn't the word!
Jane lay there panting, her legs wide apart. I shuffled up further between her legs and took both her breasts in hand - a real pleasure - leaning forward to suck on her nipples. She took hold of my erection while I did so and guided me into her fully dilated and extremely well lubricated pussy. I filled her, she said and she loved my thickness., telling me no man previously had touched all her sides, inside, before.
The stimulation this provided to her soon became apparent as I thrust to and fro into her from above. Jane came soon after we were conjoined; she cried out tossed her head from side to side as I watched her revel in her second coming. Her boobs, although firm, moving side to side as she tossed her head. All of this was very arousing to me and I felt myself becoming even more rigid inside Jane.
I continued LL, continued thrusting and then she came again, and again and again....a multiple orgasm. That was enough for me to come down faster and faster on Jane and then I too 'exploded' and shot my lot into her.
How do I recall all this? I wrote it up as I have done with every woman I have had. You could say I 'dip into' those notes to write these blogs for you (in between writing my books).
Jane was utterly exhausted after our sex, which wasn't surprising. She could hardly walk to the bathroom she was so wobbly.
She asked me how I managed to make her come so many times and I told her that it was her that did it more than me. that her body aroused me so much. It wasn't totally true, but she loved hearing it. Jane also told me that she had never had a multiple orgasm before nor had a man use his tongue, instead of his fingers on her pussy and clitoris.
Needless to say she came back for more LL and I welcomed it with open arms...and she with open legs!
After the black and white, some color to brighten your day ....
I used to call Janine my lady in white. White bedroom, white clothes (often), white underwear and those areas that the sun didn't reach mostly...her white bits....or rather bit.
This shot was taken in London, but in fact I met her in Naples, Florida in April of 2005. She was on vacation with two other ladies. I was in Naples by chance, having driven down from Fort Myers. Remember that tea/coffee place in Old Town LL? That was where I met her and her friends.
I was already seated when they came in. My table was for four. That meant there were three free seats. There were no others free. The tall slim one asked if they could sit at my table, by now it was obvious they were English. That was when Janine to tall slim one said 'You're English aren't you?' I told yes I was from which ensued a whole conversation with all three of the ladies.
Apparently, one of their father's had a home in Naples and that was where they were staying. I chatted next to Janine more than the other two who where chatting to each other in the main. J and I seemed to hit it off rather well despite the age difference. She said to give her a call when I was back in the UK and slipped me a card under the table which I palmed into my pocket. I did that on the basis that I suspected she didn't want the other two women to see.
I left them there in what was then Bramleys and drove back to FM, LL.
Eventually, when I returned to the UK in early April I decided to give Janine a call. I was going to spend a few days in Town anyway related to my apartment, so why not call a pretty woman and see if she was up for some company.
As luck would have it she was free on the weekend. I decided to go down a day early on the Thursday to attend to business leaving me free from Friday evening. I often wonder what you thought I was up to when I didn't visit you very frequently - now you know😜! Of course it was all precipitated by your own behaviour. Up until March 2004, you had me 100%. Once I couldn't trust you...well that was it. Only you are to blame for your loss of a life you will never enjoy.
That Friday evening I took Janine out to dinner. That Friday night I slept at my new apartment, but headed over to Janine's the following morning. She had an apartment in South Kens (Kensington), not a million miles from all those museums. I found her building, a lovely period house that had been split into upmarket apartments. I found her number and pushed the button, then announced myself on the intercom. The door unlocked and I was in side. I climbed to stairs to Janine's apartment.
She was waiting for me in a white towelling robe, barefoot and smelling lovely and fresh. I kissed her on the cheek but that was where things changed a bit LL. She took my face in her hands and lined me up so she could kiss me on the lips. I kissed her back and we were like that for a few moments. Then we parted slightly and I think I said that was a lovely welcome. Janine smiled took me through from the hallway to the kitchen area where I could smell fresh coffee.
She poured me a half mug and we stood sipping it, while I admired her almost completely white lounge and kitchen, relieved by highlights of color in pictures, cushions and ornaments. All fairly minimal. Janine told me how much she had enjoyed the previous evening and I said I had too...which was true. She is very pretty or was back then and had a great figure which she had shown off with a figure hugging dress.
I had taken my jacket off and withdrawn the small camera I always carry. I moved it to one side on the counter to put my mug down. She asked me whether I would take a few shots of her, just for the two of us. I said I would.
Janine, a bit like you LL, had a mischievous streak. We had just about finished our coffee. She took me by the hand and said to come on and she would show me the rest of the apartment. I followed along with my camera, at her request.
We never really got further than her white bedroom at that time. When we were both in the room she took off her robe. I'm not sure what I was expecting - underwear probably. She was wearing some underwear. Unlike some women I have met in similar circumstances who aren't wearing a bra, Janine was. However she had no panties on so her bottom half was naked. She climbed onto her bed, kneeling there and that was when I took the shot above and admired her lovely body.
All that remained was for the bra to come off and release her generous breasts. Facing me she asked me to do the honours while she undid my trousers.. Janine shrugged her bra off then tackled my shirt while she kissed me lightly on the lips. By the time my shirt was fully open LL I could feel her breasts brushing against me along with two quite hard nipples.
I undid my cuffs, lost the shirt, lost my socks and lost my boxers. I hadn't lost my erection though.
Standing by the side of the bed with my fella slightly above the horizontal plane and rigid LL, Janine leaned down toward it and placed it in her mouth. Sucking on me - what a pleasure that was. She knew enough to stop before I came and she then said to me that it was my turn to return the favor. She lay on her back now, legs apart and a small pink area showing between the lips of her pussy. The spot I was to aim for. Janine was tanned all over apart from a small white triangle that seemed to be pointing to the target area.
Still standing I placed my head between her legs and started stroking her pussy with my tongue, from back to front, slowly accompanied by murmurs of approval from Janine. On each stroke of my tongue I tantalized her clit, just touching it. It undoubtedly aroused her because it became quite firm fairly quickly. That was when I upped the pace and hit upon her clitoris firmer and firmer. The murmurs turned to moans. She lifted her lower body upward toward my face. I stroked her clit harder and harder with my tongue then finally, just before her orgasm, I sucked on that little devil and she came.
I took both her thighs and gently pulled her toward me. She rested her legs on my shoulders while she got her breath back.
Her body was so delectable that there was only one place I wanted to be. Before that though her boobs had received no attention at all, but they did now. They were soft and warm to the touch, firm beneath my hands and becoming even firmer. Nipples outstanding like chapel hat pegs as the saying goes.
I allowed her legs to drift lower as I leaned forward to suck her boobs and tease her nipples. Janine's hand had drifted lower LL and was lining me up for entry. Before that she used my 'tip' to tease her clit and then I slid into what for me was heaven. What a great feeling it was to be inside her one she later told me she shared as she found my really thick in that department and loved the way I swelled even more inside her.
We made love. I say love rather than just having sex or fucking. It was nothing as crude as those words imply. It was quite tender. What a lovely woman. In between others and your good (???!!!) self with continued to have liaisons throughout 2005/2006/ 2007....and 2019. She is now in her early forties and is still looking fantastic.
This is a woman I met via MFO. The photo was taken in the Fall of 2005 on a beach in north Norfolk UK. It was just about warm enough for her to bare what she bared...basically her boobs.
Her name is Joanne. To be honest and to begin with she wasn't up for meeting. just chatting on line, via email and phone. I'm nothing if not dogged LL, as you well know. Eventually I persuaded her to meet for lunch in Norwich. She lived in a small town to the south of the City. Auberge, which is long gone, was agreed as the venue by mutual agreement. Mainly on her part as it was, as you know, quite open and quite public.
I was waiting for her when she arrived. It was our first face to face meeting. We had a moderately good and healthy lunch and then took a walk in town. Talking as we went, naturally. Joanne was separated, had met, what she termed, one numbskull via the website and chatted to a few others. I was apparently the only one that had hung in there and 'listened' to her when she wanted to unload her emotions via mail. She told me that was what had decided her to meet up.
Apparently, it was a classic case of marry in haste, repent at leisure. Rather like you ll and indeed the way you found other men including you present one, flour man.
As a result it all fell apart after three years. Joanne told me they were not compatible in any way, but she had stayed for three years, hoping...There were no children. We dated a few times. Joanne was interested i nature and my photography and we spent a fair bit of time in the country and on the coast taking photos, walking and getting along rather well.
That is how one afternoon as it was beginning to cool off that I took the photo above at the beach. No easily accessible the particular beach as you had to negotiate a couple of fences and a meadow to get there. Privacy was paramount for the shots we had decided on.
Joanne like several other women I knew at that time, knew about you. In fact several of them told me to 'dump' you. I nearly did several times. We had a sexual relationship, of course, manly at my place because it was very private compared with where Joanne lived. She enjoyed our time in bed lots, down she said to the way I made love. I've heard that before somewhere...hmmm.
Eventually and quite naturally we went our separate ways in 2005
Kim L. This is a another shot of her and her wonderful breasts taken at her place. I have written at length about Kim previously so won't expand on our relationship here, any further.
Suffice to say she was great in bed and that we met in May 2004 and continued right through until early 2006
Another Florida encounter, but this time 'All American'...every inch of her and I can vouch for every inch of her, too!
Her name is Ella and she had the curviest of bodies. You know what LL? Probably not, but she lived around the other side of the Circle from me. WLC in Fort Myers that is.
She posed for this shot, obviously - the scarf was my idea. The sex was both our idea. Imagine me between those legs in November 2005 when this shot was taken, then imagine me between them much earlier in the year. Imagine my hands on those breasts, hips thighs and ass. One of the reasons that I never took you back to my home there. To say she was a good lay is an understatement, but she still learned a few things from me and that she once said was why she liked an older man.
We certainly tested the springs of my double bed there quite a few times!
I have written this blog to exhibit in part some of the women I met and had the pleasure to lay, after you played away in Oxford with the guy with the Spanish name and then later with others. If you thought you had gotten away with it perhaps this blog will give you food for thought. Remember I was having these women at the same time as I was laying you...and you came a pretty poor second or even third.
Ciao
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