For LL in the UK
Something of a mixed bag here LL. Some studio shots, some commissions, some not, two and three in a shot and something I did for a small exhibition I called 'Rear Window'. Then there are some candies....just to sweeten things up ... that I turned out.
An eclectic mix of photographs you might say.
2008 Commission - Cannes
It's not a tattoo LL, just a sticker. Rather neat shot don't you think. Cannes, the place where people can and do. Sarah certainly did. One of those women that wanted to be in charge, a rarity in the bedroom, but I just lay back and let her mount me. Great body...and great sex.
It all started off quite innocently, if that's the right word, but apparently my reputation had gone before me...and I'm not talking photographs or books! The shoot was an excuse of course and we ended up in or rather on her bed within an hour of my arriving. An hour and a quarter later Sarah 'arrived' - her juices all over my groin. I hadn't 'arrived' and was still quite erect and still inside Sarah.
Although for a moment or tow she collapsed onto me just to get her breath back she was soon up again just sitting there still pinned in a manner of speaking on my erection, LL. Her chest was still heaving as she slowly regained her breath. Her chest was also heaving somewhat due to my fondling her breasts, squeezing them and flicking her nipples. They stood out like....chapel hat pegs. Then she bent down again and asked me to suck her. A real pleasure. While I did I also stroked her thighs and butt.
She was slowly rising and falling on my erection, squelching her juices as she did. Not a bad position to be in was it LL. A beautiful woman sitting astride me making the motions that pleased her and me and me alternating from one breast to the other with my mouth.
Obviously, I liked Sarah a lot. I liked the fact that she took charge for a change. So many women are submissive, which is fine, but a little variety makes for something different. After a while she rolled off me and lay back with her legs open. Another orgasm was requested. As I hadn't ejaculated and was still pointing heavenward lying there on my back, it was a 'no brainer'.
With her legs now pointing heavenward in a classic 'V', I headed for the 'V' formed by the junction of her thighs. Sarah was wet, wet, wet down there. Re-entry was easy and very pleasing to me, wallowing in her copious juices.
Her ride on me had been all about her being in charge. About how she wanted a slow build up to her orgasm and how she liked to finish quite fast, just before she came. This time she told me to 'drill' her well and truly. I did. Full penetration fast and quite hard against her pubic bone, to the extent she had to hold the headboard to stop herself moving up the bed.
She was quite a sight beneath me LL as I fucked really hard. Face flushed, lots of moaning, groaning even shouting. The more I came down hard on her the more she struggled for breath. That was apparent from her rapid breathing, the puffing noises she made and the color of her face. If she had been an older woman I would have been concerned about a heart attack!
She was still holding her legs apart as I pounded her (that poor bed!), so as I felt the sap rising in my fella I squeezed her boobs hard, both at the same time. I wanted her to come again when I did. She could blow out as I blew in. As I squeezed her boobs and felt myself harden even more just before I shot my all into her, she came. Her eyes rolled up in her head until only the whites were showing. I thought she passed out.
She hadn't. As I ejaculated she gushed. There was liquid everywhere and I'm not talking about my sticky stuff. Still inside her but slowly 'deflating' I looked down at her as she was panting with some pretty fast rapidity. Sarah asked me to stay inside her. I still had an erection and she said she could feel it, loved the feeling and just wanted me to 'stay awhile', so I did.
Then she said that she wanted to put her legs together but for me to stay inside her. I was kneeling over and had been sucking her boobs LL. I lifted my legs so she could bring her legs together. The effect was for her pussy to tighten around my cock. Then she started thrusting upward with her hips and I felt new life being 'breathed' into my 'fella'. Slowly I became erect inside her, getting harder and thicker by the minute, or rather second.
I wasn't sure what she wanted apart from me to fuck her but that was soon decided by Sarah. Once she knew I had a full on hard again she flipped herself over and knelt on the bed, with her pussy toward me doggy style. There was only one way to do this so I stood up while Sarah shuffled backward toward the edge of the bed. Then she put her head down, her legs slightly apart and we were off again.
I entered her which brought a gasp from Sarah. Then I put my hands on her hips and drew her fully onto me. This time I was in charge. I gave her a slow build up, making sure my balls in their tight sac hit her clit each time I thrust into her fully. Gentle stuff LL. Slow and long is how we did it. Savouring the pleasure of skin against skin, copious liquid making it slick and easy. Sarah moaning as I touched pleasure points. I reckon this went on for sometime. It was so nice for both of us. Just sliding in and out slowly.
Eventually, I upped the pace a little and Sarah told me to 'go for it', so I did. Quite quickly I was slapping against her arse faster and faster until she gasped out that she coming. I decided I wanted to reach a peak of some sort despite having ejaculated earlier, so I really went for it in the final few moments. Needless to say, Sarah came for the third time that afternoon at her villa, as I felt myself also reach a climax. There was something left in me. I felt it rising as I also came again. It was so good LL. That I stood there still hold Sarah's butt in may hands and slowly thrusting into her gently until finally my fella gave up the ghost and I withdrew.
One of the best afternoons that year and all down to a lady who liked to take charge...in the bedroom.
Sarah hailed from London, so guess what, when she was back there and I was over.....oh.....and I still see her in Cannes from time to time, not always for the obvious but we have had our moments in the last two years. I stay in touch with all my 'friend' both pre Ash and post her sad demise. I owe and awful lot to Ash, but we agreed if anything happened to either of us then life must go on. I just never thought it would be her that went first.
I was amazed LL, how easy it was to photograph partially dressed and nude women when I really got started in 2006. Not only the commissions either. There were a lot of women I dated who were more than happy for me to take intimate shots of them. many of these form part of my library of both professional shoots and my private stuff.
Carolyn came after Carole and before Lucy. The latter being the lady who hatched up my 'head wound', LL. Shame she was muddled about the hospital, it would have had you wondering. Carolyn was a model who I paid to pose for me at my studio the sort of get me off the ground. I never expected any nude shots from her but she suggested it on the second afternoon she called to continue the shoot.
Although I obviously paid her for her portrait and clothed shots, I did wonder when she suggested posing partially clothed and in the nude what the cost might be for these latter photographs. I needn't have concerned myself. Carolyn wanted to help me in my photography so her rate was the same. I asked why she was happy to undress for me and she told me it was because she liked me and wanted to help. I have to admit LL, we did get on pretty well right from the day before.
On this second day Carolyn came by taxi loaded up with a large case that I helped take upstairs to my studio. Inside, I found out, was various underwear, lingerie and flimsy garments. When she started changing into them right in front of me by the way, I did find her and the clothes rather sexy. I took lots of photos. Carolyn knew how to pose being a photographic model and I learnt quite a bit from her on angles and the use of shadow.
When I set up the studio, which incidentally I own, not rent, I was told to get chairs and a couch, mainly as props along with a few other items and to make sure, wherever I located my studio, that it should have a bathroom and shower. Naively, I reckoned this was for cleaning up after a long shoot. I was partially right, but not wholly.
Carolyn was a tall woman and quite statuesque in terms of her figure. During that second day shoot when she donned that see through gown she has on in the photo above it was all I could do not to stare too much. When she took it of her shoulders I had to hold my breath. She had the most gorgeous boobs LL, as you can see.
Then she dropped the gown to the floor revealing her fully naked body. I kept shooting and got some wonderful shots as she posed in various stances in the nude. I thought she would then get dressed as the afternoon session was coming to an end. Instead she went over to the couch and stretched out full length with her head on the arm and one hand resting behind it.
She simply said to me, "Shall we?"
That was when it dawned on me why my friend had told me to get a couch and a shower. I had been more than a tad naive up to that point. I had separated my work and my personal life and lusts into two separate compartments. Now the two were coming together. I stripped off. Sat precariously on the edge of the couch alongside Carolyn, who took my hands and placed them on her boobs. Her hands took hold of my rapidly rising cock. She was lovey to fondle LL and responsive. The more I worked on her the more she worked on me until I felt she might be ready. I certainly was, but I wanted to please her properly. She had been very good to me in giving her time, her expertise and now her body.
I went south and knelt between her legs. Her pussy was already moist and partially open. My tongue stroked her to and fro between her vaginal lips which had her uttering mmm's of appreciation That continued for a short while - her mmmm's LL. Then my tongue found her clit and the mmm's were replaced with a single ohhh. That was followed by Carolyn saying, " More pleeeease" as I touched her there again.
I continued stroking her not so little, by now, appendage. Now she was taking short small gasps and lifting her groin toward me, as if pleading for me to do more. I did. She replaced her 'more' with 'Ohhhhh yes, yes' and then she came convulsing her tummy at first and as I continued to suck her clitoris she just screamed out...and I stopped.
By now Carolyn's head was flat on the couch, her legs held up by my arms. She had the urge to close them I thought, but I entered her instead while her pussy was still in the throes of uncontrollable contractions. I managed to penetrate her fully and she drew me down onto her, onto that lovely body and those lovely boobs LL. I felt her hard nipples against my chest. He body was still pulsating around my erection. I felt it filled her completely. Finally, she stopped contracting, opened her legs wide and we had full on sex on that coach on top of two old towels from Norfolk. I did think at the time that you might have dried your face on one of them. What poetic justice that would have been!
We both kept at it there on the couch slowly at first while she regained her breathing from her first orgasm but then faster, she thrusting up to me as I thrust into her. I know she liked her clit hitting my pubic bone and having my full length inside her so the more I withdrew slowly then entered her fast the more she liked it. How did I know? From the sounds she made and there were a lot of them especially when we both came together. She screamed out at the height of her orgasm, I mean really screamed.
That wasn't the best place to make love, but for our first time it was pretty damn fantastic. Carolyn spent some winter weekends with me in Norfolk, my old home there. We walked the wild and windy beaches at Holkham, ate out in Norwich and made love at my home.
You could say I stumbled across Cassie, literally. I was at the TV studios where occasionally appear on the cookery show. They love the English element and I usually demonstrate one recipe from Europe. It was as I was leaving that the stumble occurred. I tripped slightly on a camera cable as I left the studio, almost falling into Cassie who was carrying some papers. Some fell to the floor.
It was a classic scene. I bent to pick them up and so did Cassie. We laughed and I apologized. How do I remember the laugh and the apology. Well, when Cassie bent down she revealed the tops of her breasts to me and I didn't forget those! Plus, notes on Cassie followed as they did with virtually all my women, including you LL. My memory isn't that good!
I helped her gather everything in as she gathered herself and handed her the papers. She smiled at me, I already had. She knew who I was and said so. She loved some of the dishes I had presented on the show although she wasn't connected with it. It's a once a week affair broadcast on Saturdays. I walked with her a bit just chatting and saying among other things what a classic faux pas to knock a ladies paper everywhere and then end up chatting to her. Cassie laughed and said to me it was a classic, any one might think I were making a pass at her. She was beaming when she said that.
I asked her how she knew I wasn't and she replied it was a genuine accident not a pre-meditated one. I conceded her point. Cassie said she liked my approach to her and did I fancy joining her for coffee, albeit at 11.30 a.m. that morning. I did. We skipped the in house place at the studios and stepped out to a corner shop not too far way.
Cassie asked me if I was a chef, given that I was on that programme. I told her no, just a self taught cook. She told me that she thought I was very good. That was nice of her, I thought. She asked more questions like where I lived, what else I did etc etc. I told her about the photography and my homes here in the US and the one in London. Then I told her I used to be a banker.
Cassie for her part was a production assistant and had come into television through a journalism degree. I soon found out she was single. Hadn't always been, but never married. Once coffee was finished she had to get back to work. She said maybe you could take my photo sometime. I gave her my card kissed her on the cheek and apologized again for my stumble.
I guess I thought I would hear no more from her. After all Cassie was busy and lived/lives in Miami. I live here in Naples, although back then I was still using WLC in Fort Myers, LL.
A few days later mid week the following week in fact May 16 2007, she called me. She was busy at the weekend but if I was free she would like her photo taken. I asked her if she would like to come over to Fort Myers and enjoy some solitude on the west coast. She agreed. I told her I had more than one bedroom and bathroom, as you well know LL, just to put her mind at ease.
The following day Cassie arrived and after showing her the house and her bedroom - I think may have been the one your offspring slept in - we had a quick coffee, got into my car and headed for Sanibel.
Cassie had of course brought a swimsuit with her so we sat on the patio on Sanibel looking out on the Gulf. Me in my shorts only and Cassie looking very gorgeous in her bikini, LL. I had the cottage back then, in fact I had it all way through until about six weeks ago. Now I've bought a house there. More on that later in another blog.
We spent most of the day there, apart from heading to Granma Dots on Yachtsman Drive for lunch. Some things don't change😀. Cassie was good company and she enjoyed the island a lot being able to chill out after a busy week in Miami. She told me it was so refreshing to be away from the big city. I took photos of her on Sanibel. nothing untoward or naked, although she looked really good in her bikini. She knew it of course LL and I know she knew that I had more than noticed.
A doze, on her part, on the sun lounger after our lunch gave me an opportunity to study her over the top of my book. She lay there flat out, her boobs slowly rising and falling under the restraint of her bikini top, he flat unblemished tummy and that small mount above her pussy covered by her bikini bottom. She had long slender legs. I seem to frequently enjoy ladies with long legs, don't I.
Eventually, we made our way back to WLC in Fort Myers. Showered and dressed for an evening meal. As you are aware us 'Americans' tend to eat early, so we were away again around 6.30 p.m.
Later that evening Cassie and I returned. I poured a nightcap and we sat outside by the pool enjoying the quiet. I guess the only noise really, apart from the wildlife was the hum of traffic on Summerlin. Then it was time to turn in. I said good night to Cassie and went to bed, she heading for her room also.
About twenty minutes later, my bedroom door opened. I could see the outline of what was obviously Cassie, naked. She climbed into my bed LL, without a word and snuggled up to me. Her hand heading southward to my groin. The rest I am sure you can imagine LL. Seems I always land on my feet, as you once said.
Cassie came to my newly opened studio in Miami two weeks later and one of the photos I took of her appears above. It will give you some idea what was cuddled up against me that night twelve years ago.
California 2007 Orange County
Part of my tour of California back in 2007. The orange, strategically placed, was my idea. Lori thought it was hilarious. This was taken in a place called Fountain Valley. That for me was hilarious given what followed my meeting up with and staying at Lori's place.
A friend and previous 'conquest' of mine, Annie, that I had met only a week before, arranged for me to stay with Lori, I guess, thinking it would save on my hotel/motel bills. Given that I had given her more than she ever expected when she met me, I think she was being kind in calling Lori and arranging my stopover at Lori's place.
Having fallen out of one bed, Annie's, I was to fall in another Lori's. After we became acquainted over a meal out the first evening I arrived, Lori made it pretty clear she wanted to sleep with me. Another rather attractive woman who it seems was charmed by me rather than me charming her. We ended up in bed that first night and the second. The photo above was taken in a spare room the first morning.
Why did I find the name Fountain Valley amusing LL? Guess.
It wasn't the geography of LA that's for sure, or the immediate area which was completely built up. No it was a more personal topography, that of Lori. It was her 'valley' and her fountain when she gushed on her second coming, the first night. Bedding her didn't take much effort, as I said she was up for it, or rather down for it. Then she knelt for it and then we slept. She liked riding the second night, before she ended up on her back again.
I liked Lori - she didn't beat about the bush, although I did....her bush.
The third day I headed off with a promise to come back to see her. I did. Women aren't the only ones who like to get laid regularly!
I guess you could title the shot above 'Ebony and Ivory'.
Taken in in black and white and color. Both rather proud young women. By proud I mean they were 'outstanding' LL. I combined two shoots in one and they didn't mind at all. A favor for a friend....
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The following eight photos are all part of a small exhibition I held in Boston, Massachusetts in 2008. The exhibition was entitled 'Rear Window'. Google it - it is one of Hitchcock's movies from the fifties, only difference her is that there was no murder. I increased the size of the shots, hence the lack of definition. That is on purpose. All the ladies were part of the shoot, not the real residents.
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Norfolk,UK 2005
Three little maids are we - apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan, LL. They weren't maids, but they were up for this shot or rather down. Taken on a certain bed in Norfolk using a tripod. Neat don't you think. Bet you never realized I could be so creative, but then you never knew the real me, never stayed long enough did you.
A quick bit of background to the shot. One of them was and is a friend of my daughter. The other two are friends of that one. The first friend was a frisky young lady and liked 'older' men, if you follow. She persuaded the other two to strip off for this shot and a several others. Imagine LL three nubile and naked young women and me in that house. It was a Saturday morning May 21 2005.
The rest of the day will remain between me and them and my swimming pool and bedroom....
I had no wish for these Strawberries to remain naked, so I got a little creative with chocolate and sprinkles, nuts etc... A treat for a female visitor, earlier this year.
London 2005
This lady was a friend of my first lay in my new apartment. I was a busy man that summer, in 2005. Long trips over here and property to supervise in Norfolk, plus the purchase of my Docklands apartment.
Given that you were 'playing away' LL, I felt no compunction to continue pursuing you. No commitment and going behind my back several times were enough to have me heading in a totally different direction.
Emma and I first got laid together in the March of that year. Later in the year, in early May Emma recommended Alex to me as she wanted a series of photos. Not a shoot as such, just some personal photos taken in private.
Alex turned up, as arranged,on a Sunday afternoon in August - the 14th to be exact (my notes again LL). She was younger than I expected, but very photogenic.The photos were supposed to take an hour or so. They took a lot longer.
Admittedly the first hour apart from cups of tea did indeed fulfill what I had been told was required. That is various portrait shots in different lights around the apartment. Add to that some half length and full length posed shots and it seemed I had met my brief.
Except I hadn't, or rather I had, but the brief was amended. Alex wanted me to shoot her topless. She didn't really wait for my yes although I asked whether she was sure. She just unzipped her dress let it drop to the floor and removed her bra. I have to say LL, that Alex had perfect, flawless breasts. A delight to behold and they barely bounced when she moved around - that was how firm they were.
I took shots in the kitchen, lounge and this one above in my bedroom which faced north. It seemed after we ended up taking the last of the photos in my bedroom that I was testing her....and I was. I wanted to see bearing in mind she was flaunting all of her body what was covered by her briefs whether she would make a move, sexually.
She did.
Alex cupped her breasts after I at last put the camera down. I hadn't noticed until I looked up but there she was with both of them cupped in her hands, smiling at me and suggesting I fondle them for her. I was one side of my bed she was the other. I walked around her side ignored her face smiling at me went behind her and took both of her boobs in my hands, at the same time more or less I unbuckled my belt and kicked my chinos off along with my polo shirt.
We were now both down to our panties and boxers. Alex certainly wanted sex without a doubt. Her hands reached around behind her and managed to pull my boxers off. Just her briefs remained. First using one hand then the other I slipped them over her hips and we were both in a state of full nudity LL.
As you might imagine fondling and playing with her tits had brought me to a full erection and Alex to a state of being fully lubricated down below. She said for me to take her from behind as she placed her hands on my chest of drawers. I found my way inside her and started thrusting. Alex told me to go faster. I had started slowly. I did but not so fast that I would come too quickly. However Alex was already in a heightened state before I connected with her and with my hand around her front rubbing her clit for all it was worth she came quite quickly. I felt her pussy clamping repeatedly around my erection.
She stood there leaning against the chest of drawers after she came while I remained inside her still hard, while she quietened down. My hands were on her firm delightful breasts. Then I with drew both of us covered in her cum. I turned her around and sat her on the bed. She looked up at me and then at my erection. Alex then said that was soooo good but you didn't come did you. I told her no, but I will.
She laid back on the bed. I stood between her legs, which were still dangling over the edge of the bed LL. Wet cock and wet pussy in close proximity. I leaned forward and took her boobs in my hands and fondled them , squeezed them and then sucked on them until her nipples stood proud again. My tip all this time was in the 'furrow', but not in Alex. Then, LL she raised her legs right up and the 'game' was on again. This time resulting in her second orgasm and my shooting all I had into her.
As we talked afterward, Alex said that she must come again for more photos, to which I replied why not just 'come'. She hit on the double meaning instantly and we laughed. I'm not sure what you were doing that Sunday or who and I didn't really care. You had broken my trust over a year before, had no commitment and I barely thought of you that weekend.
Sex came very easily to me from 2004 onward and to be honest I have zero regrets in leaving you behind. I can also see why you are where you are, in life. Poor judgment just about sums it up along with dishonesty. Two qualities (?) I'm glad I don't possess.
You may recall I had one or two or three or four ladies around Bristol and Bath. It was on my way back from spending a weekend with one of them that I decided I might call in on a lady I had been chatting to online, on the phone and had texted. Of course you were right when there was a delay in my replying to your mails LL, I was talking to other women.
Abigail turned out to be quite classy out of bed and quite, quite sexy in bed. I had no expectation of sex when I turned up at her home - she was separated - but that I already knew. Abby was charming and she had a equally charming home. I am sure you can imagine a beautiful home in a nice part of rural Oxfordshire LL and that is what I walked into.
The day I arrived was a Sunday, in the early afternoon in fact. We had hit it off on the phone and on line, but we seemed to get on in the flesh, so to speak, more than I had imagined we would. Due to my various careers in life LL, I had and have developed an ability to mix with and relate to people from all walks of life and all social classes. Consequently, although Abigail was definitely upper class it was quite easy to get on with her.
The initial plan was to visit her have an early dinner and then I would head home, keeping that first meeting fairly short. Abby was aware I had a meeting on the Monday anyway. Things didn't quite work out that way. We spent the afternoon together and had that early dinner at a nearby inn. I took her back to her home and was thinking as I did so that I probably wouldn't get in until midnight in Norfolk.
Abigail persuaded me to stay for a drink and that was it. What with the small amount of wine I had with the meal and the drinks at her home, I couldn't drive. She offered me a bed for the night, LL....hers, with her in it. I accepted. Who wouldn't when faced with a body like hers!
It crossed my mind at the time as to whether I would be able to 'perform', if you follow, which I am sure you do. That was for mainly one reason and it wasn't the drink I had consumed. No, it was the fact that in the morning of that day I had climbed out of another woman's bed near Bristol, having fucked her the night before and that morning. On the other hand I did remember that I managed to service you four times in twenty four hours and another two women four times in twelve hours.
I needn't have concerned myself on that score LL. Abigail had such a delectable body (as you can see above) that performing was not a problem. In fact she complimented me on my stamina and slow build up. The latter arousing her unlike anything her ex had been able to do. So it was that we made love that night and the following morning. Abby had more than her quota of orgasms and I, well I managed to make love to tow separate but very attractive women within twenty four hours.
I went home on the Monday after lunch with a promise from me to meet up in London for a weekend in a couple of weeks. Abby, for her part, just promised me her body to do with it what I liked. Oh...the meeting - I postponed that by a day.
Never imagine that upper class women are any different in bed when they are under you are any different to any others. Abby had her fair share of groans, moans and screams all brought on by my ministering to her needs.
The photo was taken on the Monday morning. I was being invited back into bed, which needed no second thought, LL!
This was in fact a party on board a friend's yacht. The girls on board thought nothing of wandering around nude or semi- nude. I couldn't resist this shot and thought an appropriate caption might be 'topped and tailed'. Especially as one is wearing the bikini bottom that matches the bikini top on the second young woman.
There's nothing like sharing is there, LL.😉
California 2007
Obviously, from this photo of Anna which I really like a lot, you can surmise that she was another of my encounters while wheeling (by car) my way through the Golden State, fulfilling commissions and in quite a few instances the 'need' of my clients!
Anna I didn't expect to be one, if I'm honest. She was only thirty one at the time and age differences being what they were sex never really entered my head, but it entered Anna's and boy was she a good lay! Even our pre-sex 'games' and voyages of discovery were something else. Only goes to prove that old adage - You can't judge a book by its cover. I have to say her cover was very attractive though.
I stayed three nights there. One was planned, the other two came about via Anna's insistence. After our first bout of intercourse I asked her why she had wanted to go to bed with me. Her answer was twofold. Firstly, she had learned of my prowess between the sheets, but wouldn't say where from, although I had a fair idea.
Secondly, she knew our lovemaking would be without any strings attached, but her main reason was she knew that older men had far more experience in satisfying a woman than the younger more physically attractive young, wham, bam and thank you ma'am brigade.
Anna was duly satisfied. In fact she was expertly brought to more than the fulfillment she had initially sought. She told me that more than once over the four days I stayed with her at her lovely home near Santa Monica. In case you are wondering LL, 'Daddy' set her up in her very nice home and paid all the bills.
I have to say she was one nubile young woman and an energetic one too, if you get my drift.
As you can see from this blog and my others, I never looked back after you strayed and have enjoyed and still am enjoying a wonderful life.
Yet another rather fortunate encounter. Julia was a teacher whose partner suffered from some sort of mental breakdown. He was a fair bit older than she was and they lived together in Great Yarmouth. I can't recall now as to whether he was her husband or not.
We started chatting via another website rather than the one you and I used. It's well known, even now. On the face of it the women on that site were single seeking a partner. In fact many of them single or not were just wanting to be laid. that was because they were single, their husbands/partners were not up to their requirements or they were just neglected and needed something else.
Here was I free, in a manner of speaking, after your games behind my back ready to step into the breach...literally. There were a lot of breaches to step into LL!
When I first started chatting to Julia she quickly turned to the subject of sex and in particular tantric sex. That's a slow form of sex that leads to more intense orgasms. She pointed me to several websites so I would fully understand what she meant.
I did my homework and then when she wanted to meet I drove over to her street and picked her up. Although we had chatted at length this was the first time we had met each other face to face. It didn't seem to matter. Our previous conversations and exchange of photos had done the trick. Julia didn't beat about the bush she wanted to go straight to my place and put that tantric sex into practice.
When we arrived that morning we had coffee and then after, both stripping naked, started the slow build up that tantric sex requires. Feeling each others bodies all over, lightly, firmly, caressing but no intimate connecting. Kissing slowly and kissing passionately, matching our breathing so that it was slow in both our cases. All of it was meant to heighten the eventual enjoyment of our sex and you know what LL....it did.
We went to bed and continued the slow touching and caressing for maybe twenty minutes or more. I have to admit that I went from a full on erection all the way down and then all the way back up again. Julia cajoled me into keeping the relaxed breathing going, rather than building up for intercourse.
By the time our twenty or so minutes of caressing and touching were up I was more than ready and my body was also. Julia had opened her legs and asked me to stroke her pussy. It was very wet and engorged and I was pleased to find wide open. I did as I was asked and Julia reciprocated. Then she asked me to mount her and enter her.
It was a different experience, that I have to say LL, but it was a very pleasurable one.
I entered her slowly, but there was no real difficulty. I just slid in very smoothly. Like a well oiled piston I started thrusting in and out. On each backward movement making sure my erection stroked her clitoris. I kept this up for some time without Julia coming. One of the things about tantric sex is for the woman to slow her breathing consciously, not start to breath rapidly as is usually the case. That was what Julia was doing...holding back her orgasm as a result.
The time came and Julia said to me "Now!". I started fucking her very fast then coming down very firmly on her clit, pushing her along the bed as I did and then in complete unison we both came LL. Mine was that burst that you can't stop as I felt my semen shooting up my erection and into Julia. Hers to my surprise was much longer than any other woman's I have had the pleasure of.
She kept moaning, screaming out alternately and her tummy and pussy repeatedly contracting as her orgasm seemed to last and last. Then finally it subsided and we both collapsed. She asked me to remain inside her. Her orgasmic contractions had brought another hard on for me and she said she loved the feeling of it.
I thought she had enough with that orgasm, but she said it would be a shame to waste my renewed erection and asked me to take from behind, but to just give it to her straight and as hard as I could. We both climbed off the bed. She stood with me behind her. I fondled and squeezed her boobs for a while and then she bent over, gripping the sheet on the bed (yes that bed LL).
I was in and pumping for all I was worth straight away. To stop her being thrown onto the bed by my efforts I held her hips. Julia cried out even more than she had before and this time she was breathing faster and faster then she came with a mighty shout. Thank goodness I had no near neighbors there, she was really noisy. I think she might have thought that was it when she came but I held onto her and kept at it. It is more difficult for a guy to come a second time in succession, hence my thrusting continued.
I let go of her hips grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. that made her back arch and gave me an even better angle of entry. I was wallowing in her juices by now. They were all over me and trickling down her legs. I felt the stirrings of my second coming, but it was taking its time. Still holding her hair I took her right breast in my hand and squeezed it hard and then with a rush I came.
Despite that I still had the urge to keep poking her and I did...Julia came again then, and my erection that had held for so long, slowly deflated once I withdrew. We had some great sex while I was seeing her over about three months in mid 2005. Then for various family reasons she moved to Reading, where sh is now.
The photograph above was taken in my pool that had been relined a couple of weeks before.
I won't say too much here about the lady in red. mainly because she is fairly well known, hence the back shot shown here.
It wasn't my idea to have sex with Ginevra. It was her idea to have sex with me. Apart from that bonus, the other was the photos I took of her - nearly all nude ones including some rather intimate areas.
I had landed at Milan Malpensa Airport, hired a car and previously booked a hotel in Bergamo. I was in fact headed for Verona and Venice The first on a commission, the second to meet up with a friend....a female one.
The hotel I booked was small and very quiet - few guests in evidence - and I was able to book in early. That is late morning. I dumped my luggage in the room and went downstairs where I ordered coffee. A double espresso, not a cappuccino or flat white. Only people who don't know Italy order cappuccino after breakfast. It was served to me by Ginervra, although I didn't know her name then of course LL.
She wore a black skirt and white blouse. The blouse tucked tightly into her skirt so the twin peaks of her breasts were pretty prominent. I couldn't help but look, of course. She bent down in front of me to place my espresso on the low table. In doing so I glimpsed briefly the half moons of the top of her boobs and a partial view of her cleavage. Then it was gone as she stood up and asked me if there would be anything I else I required. I replied that was all, for now, and thanked her.
I had picked up a paper in London and sat reading it for a while sipping my coffee as I did. Occasionally, LL, I looked up and most times caught Ginevra looking at me. The last time I looked up before folding my paper I smiled at her and she smiled back, rather more warmly than one might usually expect. I thought nothing of it for a moment then thought something of it....
Ginevra came over to take my cup. I noticed that another button was undone on her blouse. I went to hand her the cup as she bent toward me and our fingers touched. She stayed there with the cup just a few seconds more than necessary which meant she was exhibiting even more of her breasts than previously. Then she stood. I asked where was a good place for lunch and she gave me a couple of names and the directions to them. That was the longest we had spoken to each other .... so far.
I rose and headed out while Ginevra took my cup to the kitchen. I chose the second of her recommendations and had an excellent lunch. Then I wandered off, like a tourist, with my camera. It wasn't my first visit to the city LL. I had been before with my first wife and was to come again in the future. I headed up to the old city to take some photos and spent a good part of the afternoon wandering around its cobbled streets, occasionally .interspersed by coffee and Aperol Spritz.
I returned to the hotel for the evening and decided to eat in, rather than out, as I planned to head for Verona the next morning. Ginevra didn't appear to be around when I had dinner in the restaurant and I contented myself with a book and observing the other guests who were all couples. The small was restaurant about half full.
As I ate I reflected on the fact that I wouldn't see the flirtatious Ginevra again. Quite a shame I thought LL, because flirting she had been quite brazenly. Made my day and then I thought no more of it.
It is very rarely that I walked into an hotel room and found someone in there. Sometimes a maid or cleaner, sometimes room service. When I decide to go up to my room that evening in Bergamo LL, I had nothing on my mind apart from a good night's sleep and a read of my book. I did email you earlier the same evening, just to keep you wound up.
When I entered my room sitting on the edge of my bed was an Italian lady. She had a gown on. One that was supplied by the hotel. It was Ginevra. I said nothing for a moment and she just smiled coyly at me. I glanced around quickly and saw a skirt, underwear etc draped over one of the chairs in the room.
She didn't say a word and neither did I. Then she stood walked right up to me and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my shirt and pulled the latter off. Then she pushed my trousers down my legs and I stepped out of them. Still neither of us spoke LL.
Reliving this encounter now is quite a pleasure for me. Recalling how Ginevra stood there facing me with me just dressed in my boxers, then how she slowly let the dressing gown slide off her shoulders. It was an evening I haven't forgotten.
The white gown against her Italian skin color was beautiful. She shrugged the gown off her shoulders leaving them bare. The gown had dropped enough to show a good deal of her breasts but not her nipples, LL. To say I was aroused at this point would be an understatement. My fella was fighting to be released from my boxers. I reached forward and undid the gown Ginevra was wearing.
She allowed the gown to slowly slide down her arms. As it did the gown opened and I could see she was completely naked beneath. By the time the gown reached her elbows her lovely breasts were revealed fully. I saw what you see in the shot above LL. Two very perky firm boobs pointing directly toward me. then Ginevra just dropped the gown to the floor stepped forward so her boobs were just touching my chest and slipped her hands inside my boxers and pushed them down. I stepped out of them. All this time our eyes were locked together. She had two of the most lovely eyes LL. A man could get lost in them.
The other two things that came into play were her boobs. She took my hands placed them over each in turn. My hands totally encompassed them. They were warm and as smooth as silk. I fondled them and squeezed them gently. Still no words between us LL. Gineva thrust her groin toward me and slipped my erection between her legs then start on a to and fro action with her hands clasped behind my neck. No words, but now sounds emanating from the lady. Our lips meet and we kissed slowly, exploring. Mouths and tongues wet with saliva.
Then down below LL Ginevra's movements were increasing the liquidity ratio. About 90% for her 10% for me...if you follow LL. She was rubbing her clit along the top of my erection with increasing rapidity. Some of this time I had my hands on her back but when I heard her tone change as her orgasm approached I took hold of her breasts and squeezed them firmly. They were already quite hard and her nipples quite erect. Then she came, her nails digging into my shoulders hard. She was panting, her head went down and she slid off my erection.
I said the liquidity ratio was only 10% on my side of things and it was. I had been weeping a little semen LL. I steered Ginevra back toward the bed with the intention of making the 10% be...come 100%. She just lay back on the edge of the bed as I stood between her legs, Then she raised them and parted them to their fullest extent.
I entered her. She was lying there on her back, her boobs still pointing skyward as I started thrusting. They, her breasts, hardly moved under our movements although Ginevra mouth did, forming a perfect 'O' as I entered her and thrust again and again. Standing gives a man much more control over the way he makes love to a woman and Ginevra certainly enjoyed what I was doing for her. Her head tossing from side to side, her moaning, her groaning and then when she came that second time, her shouts.
Once more there I was inside a woman with a full erection still on as she came, her pussy contracting against me repeatedly. I didn't give her pause despite her second coming. After experiencing her contractions which were very nice I started on my journey to satisfaction again. faster and faster until I exploded inside her with 100% of what I had. When I did she wrapped her legs around me and held me inside her.
We slept together until she woke me at 6.00 am the following morning. Guess what happened then LL....
I felt Ginevra's body against mine, snuggled up as I stirred from sleep. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me smiling. Then she kissed me lightly on the lips as I felt her hand traveling southward over my chest and stomach. It did take much to arouse me snug under the bed clothes. I soon arose ...
Ginevra pushed the bedding back and straddled me, sitting on my thighs with hand fully occupied teasing my erection. She leaned forward and then I uttered a small gaspy as the softness of her lips encompassed the head of my erection. Her tongue was working on me and I felt things arising.
I took her boobs in my hands and fondled them as she shuffled forward to sit on my hips rubbing her pussy up and down against my erection. Ginevra then leaned right over me offering her nipples up to my mouth. I accepted and sucked on each in turn. Then I felt her guiding my erection into her pussy and we were off, LL! She was riding me fast and furious for several minutes as I held her boobs and squeezed them. Then her puff ran out a bit and she settled down supporting herself with her arms, her boobs right over my face.
I grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly then started thrusting into her. The sound of her juices making music as I did so. I could see her butt going up in the air each time I thrust, a beautiful sight and then shoe could take no more and came. She pushed herself back into a sitting position with me still inside her and then started sliding up and down on me. I could still feel the contractions of her pussy as she did so. Ginevra had me well on the way and I felt the inevitable rising quickly on it's journey to spout forth inside her. As I was coming Ginevra suddenly shouted out in Italian and she came again to my amazement.
She showered as I lay in bed. Then she dressed ready for work at 7.00. Her last words to me were....
"Grazie Pietro È stato tutto meraviglioso. Devi venire di nuovo". I will leave you to translate that LL.
I have been back.
That was one of those encounters that I could never have anticipated, but, you know, it was one of the best
Cambridge 2005
Believe it or not but the lady above was a postgraduate from the university with PhD.
A little background. I was invited to an event on the Science Park on the northern edge of the City one evening in September 2005. The invitation came about via another conquest I had made in the Cambridge. It was a bit of a soiree really. Circulating with a drink and nibbles on offer. I didn't know many folk and my previous conquest was one of the organizers so there was little opportunity to talk with her.
I was standing alone for a brief period when the lady above walked up and suggested I looked a little lost. I told her I wasn't but knew few people at the event so was just standing back and taking it all in. I certainly didn't understand the science that was the core of the get together,
The lady's name was/is Sarah and she told me she was equally lost as she was a classics scholar. So started a long and entertaining conversation. Despite her academic background Sarah made me laugh and, in turn, apparently my sense of humor struck a chord with her. We both stayed until mid evening by which time it had become a bit of a jolly for the science orientated people. Sarah suggested we both leave and have a drink somewhere. She asked whether I had a car as she had come by bus early in the evening.
We walked to my car and I opened the passenger door for her. I still had the silver Lexus back then of course LL. Her figure and in particular her chest, had not gone unnoticed during the evening, needless to say, and it didn't go unnoticed as she settled into the front passenger seat. Back then I didn't know Cambridge that well, so I asked...where to?
Sarah suggested her home was the best place to relax...and it turned out it was. She has a nice place in a part of Cambridge called Great Shelford. I say has because she is still there after one failed marriage. That evening we cracked open a rather nice bottle of red. Sarah put some smooth music on and we relaxed and talked. I knew after a short while what she was ding as she filled my wine glass for the third time. There was no way I would be driving that night.
I guess we were both slightly pissed toward the end of the evening LL. Inhibitions were down and when I said I had my camera with me Sarah wanted me to take her photo. I had already told her about my photography. I went out to my car and fetched my camera after I had popped the trunk from inside, removing something I won't mention here from the glove box. I could see a glimpse of Sarah in the kitchen in her figure hugging white dress. I guessed she was doing a little clearing up.
I went back in camera in hand together with Speedlite flash attachment and a couple of filters. Sarah had cleared up as I thought and she had moved the small coffee table that had been in front of her couch.I guess with the lighting at the event, the fact it was dark when we drove to her home and the fact I had enough to drink I hadn't noticed before that she wore no bra under her dress.
She had me sit on the couch. I had taken a couple of shots when I returned from the car. I duly sat down as requested, camera in hand and ready . Sarah said to take some shots looking up at her. I did. One from a side angle another full on. I was level where I was sitting with her legs and thighs and couldn't help looking there from time to time, LL. Sarah said just one more then we can call a halt to the photos.
That was when I got the shot above - the best of them all! She had shrugged her shoulders out of the dress, re-jigged her pearl necklace and pulled the dress right down to her waist. That was when I discarded the camera on the couch and stood. Her boobs, as you can see LL, were a sight to behold. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Then Sarah took my hand in hers and said, "Bedtime", and led me to her bedroom as I watched her boobs bounce along the way. I knew we were going to end up in bed together. A number of things led me to that conclusion before the 'big' reveal.
First of all we had gotten on well together, even before we had left the event. Going to her home for drinks instead of a pub or wine bar, serving me more wine than it would have been safe to drive with and finally her almost constantly touching and stroking my arms. Add to that the fact she kept laying her hand on my thigh while I was driving and it didn't take a genius to work out she wanted to be laid...and laid she was!
On entering her bedroom I undressed while Sarah wriggled out of her dress just a few feet from me. When she bent down to step out of her dress two things caught my attention. Her breasts, obviously, but also the fact she had nothing on under the dress. By the time she stood up straight again one thing caught her attention and it was pointing right at her, thick and erect.
It may have been the wine but that Wednesday night in September 2005 (it was actually the 28th my notes tell me) we made love just the once and I fell asleep with those lovely breasts snuggled up against my chest.
The following morning however was far more athletic. Rested and booze free we had a great romp in the sack. Sarah came twice. Once under me and then on top. To have those boobs offered up or rather down to me on a plate was like seventh heaven LL. She knew how to make things last too and how to make love to a man properly...she still does!
This all took place after your trip with me to Cyprus...there's thought for you to consider.
If this looks like a shoot for a magazine then that is because it was meant to look that way. It wasn't for a magazine, however it was for the lady in the photograph. I think I will leave this one right here for reasons of anonymity, LL.
As I have made you aware in the past LL, my companies own hotels including some in South Carolina. This particular hotel over looks a river valley and apart from the main building boasts a number of lodges in the grounds.
That is where I took this shot of my ....errrr....'companion' one weekend in 2010. I was on one of my regular visits that November and I had reserved a favorite lodge for my use while I was there. I had also 'reserved' one of my favorite staff members to join me on the trip up from Tampa.
Michelle is married...still, and was married when she joined me on this trip and others. The first time was in 2008 according to my records. She is something of a right hand woman, as opposed to a right hand man. Her hotel training and expertise would put your Alex Polizi to shame. Her eagle eyed walk throughs always turns a few issues up.
But, that is not what I'm writing about here, The crux of this part of the blog is a married woman who isn't getting any sex at home. There is a good reason for that, which I won't go into here LL. As you can see from the shot above it isn't because she isn't attractive!
The upshot is that she accompanies me on these trips even to this day. We work together well and 'play' together even better. Seems I have a knack LL and it includes women with long legs and nice boobs. Michelle has both. The relationship with her husband back then anyway, was best described as 'shitty'. Not that he was a bad guy but he showed little interest in her after she and were married and then the other thing happened which meant bedroom antics were even more difficult even if he had shown interest. Part of it lay in their intellectual difference. Michelle is far more intelligent than he is.
We visit hotels that my companies own on the East Coast about three times a year and have been doing so ever since 2009 right up to this year. The shot above was taken back in 2010 on her second visit with me to this particular hotel, LL. Michelle is of course nearly ten years older now, but just as gorgeous.
On our first trip nothing much happened physically for two reasons. One we were both married and two I had just taken over from Ash and her old manager, who had retired. Ash was ailing back then just twelve months into our marriage. I cared for her right through to her untimely death in January 2018. You will maybe guess that physical interaction was difficult if not impossible for Ash. However she wanted me to live my life so I travelled with my photography and in the early days she came with me, especially before we tied the knot. I think she knew that I was getting my sexual satisfaction elsewhere but we never spoke of it. I loved her LL and she loved me and I think, and indeed know, that she understood.
Michelle on that first trip back in 2010 opened up about her marriage. She knew Ash wasn't well and that was the beginning of what has been a relationship that has lasted all these years but largely only when we are away on business. Toward the end of that first trip to the hotel above, I think we both knew that we wanted each other, but it was to wait until the second trip nearly three months later. On that occasion I had reserved two lodges for a couple of nights. There was no way I was going to presume that we might sleep together.
I needn't have concerned myself but kept the second lodge reserved for the sake of appearances. The first night we were walking back to our lodges along the path which has low level lighting, when Michelle without saying a word turned and kissed me. Her young body pressed against mine LL. I kissed her back and then felt her tongue wander across my lower lip, quite sexily. We were nearly at my lodge and Michelle followed me in. We were going to sleep together that night.
Michelle and I had eaten at the hotel consumed one bottle of wine between us and were ready for a little exploration. I'm not sure how long it had been since Michelle had a man make love to her and I didn't ask, but judging by the alacrity with which she shed her clothes and her performance later LL, it wasn't for quite a while.
She couldn't get enough of me that first night....or indeed since. As you can see above she was slim, long legged and possessed of very desirable breasts. I explored every inch of that body that night...inside and out. She even managed to 'raise me up' a second time while she was sitting astride me, after her 'second coming' when I had been on top. I remember of course that she managed that by a combination of her hand work and her mouth, drawing me right in and using her tongue on my penis. That was heaven LL. I had done my share of tongue work a little earlier!
That last time that night she lowered her swollen pussy onto my second erection and rode me hard so that her clit was riding down repeatedly on my pubic bone. I had my hands full elsewhere as you can imagine....and lovely they were too. Silky smooth, firm with tow very erect nipples. When she had shouted out her 'Ohhhs' as she came that third time, I squeezed her breasts and she was done. I wasn't.
At my suggestion Michelle knelt on the bed while I stood and entered her from behind. Several minutes later she received the second deposit from me that night. She was so sexed up, if that's the word, she wanted to lick me clean and swallow what was left dripping from my cock. AS the song goes 'Oh What a night'!!!
The photo was taken on our third visit in 2010. She dressed in that sexy ensemble just for me, but it didn't stay on that long. We are still an item and satisfy each other on a fairly regular basis. The last being about two weeks ago in Tampa...
This lady...ahhh...this lady. Her name is Sandy and was a near neighbor to my old home in San Diego. I have since sold up there and bought a place in LA, as you will know if you are keeping up with these blogs LL.
We have enjoyed a relationship since 2016, mainly during the years that Ash was going downhill faster, sadly. Sandy is married, but is yet another lady who wasn't getting what she wanted and needed, at home. I took this shot on my first visit to her home (while hubby was in New York on business). When I called she opened the door to their luxurious home dressed just as you see her. Not a bad greeting at the beginning of an affair wouldn't you say LL. It was as much as I could do not to take her right there in her hallway.
Her proper name is Santa incidentally as her father is a Spanish American, but she likes to be called Sandy. Santa means saint in English, but Sandy is no saint that I can tell you!
Mind you she was so ravenous for sex that it wasn't far from her hallway before she had me stripped off ...and herself. I watched pull that baby doll thing over her head and watched how her boobs moved while she did it. Then I watched them hanging forward as she slipped her panties off.
That first time she wanted me to 'eat' her pussy...an h'or doeuvre you could say😜😜. The next thing is she is laying on the kitchen counter ( on a couple of towels, legs on my shoulders and my head buried between her legs. Imagine it LL... My tongue slowly tracing a line from the back to the front of her pussy then back again repeatedly. The warmth she exudes that I can sense with my tongue as her vaginal lips slowly open up like a flower. Feeling the velvety smooth interior of those lips and the moist beginnings of her juices.
Dipping my tongue a little deeper into her entrance, Sandy moaning. My tongue reaching the forward edge of her pussy and her anticipation that I might touch her clitoris. I tease her briefly by allowing my tongue to nearly reach it. Sandy reaches down and pushes my head gently inward. I get the 'message' and move my tongue onto her clit. Sandy gasps as I touch it, just with the tip of my tongue.
My hands are free and have been fondling her breasts. Now I start stroking her clit on both sides without touching its tip. Sandy is moaning and moaning. now lick her clit with quick upward strokes. That little jewel is erect and pleading for attention. Faster and fast I stroke it, squeezing her boobs hard as I do and then , and then....she comes with quite a repertoire of sounds as she does. No maid that day. Thank goodness!
Sandy is panting, her legs now tight against my neck as she experiences a few repeated contractions. Then she slides off the counter with my help, wraps her arms and body around me and asks me to take her to bed. I lift her up, her arms around my neck as I carry her to the ground floor bedroom and gently lay her on the bed.
She looked beautiful LL. Nice legs, great figure and beautiful boobs. Sandy opened her legs and I mounted her, sliding inside her easily, filling her and slowly thrusting while her breasts received a lot of attention. I brush my hands against her nipples. She loves that and so do her nipples, which respond by going hard and erect....just like me,inside her LL.
Sandy moans almost in time with my thrusts and indicates she wants me to go faster. I do ...faster and faster until her moans become screams, her head rolling from side to side. I squeeze those lovely boobs and she has her second...and third...orgasm, while I unload all I have inside her.
I lay on top of here briefly then roll off. WE both recover and she snuggles up to me and we stay like that for nearly an hour LL, by which time I have to start thinking of going back to my own home to help tend to Ash. Before Sandy will let me depart she rolls over on top of me and works some magic with her hands giving me another erection, which she promptly impales herself on and we have sex again...and Sandy comes again before I am able to make a second deposit! I roll her off up end her and take her from behind, something she tells me later she had never experienced, but would like to again...and again.
Our affair continued like that right through Ash' decline LL and now after her death we both see each other fairly frequently. She won't be leaving her husband and I won't be marrying again. We are both quite happy to enjoy each other as frequently as we can.
Two married ladies - Michelle and Sandy - two different States and two different coasts. Not bad eh....
You perhaps can see how I rapidly went off you LL, apart from your playing away, that is.
If you recall, you never visited Norfolk after March of that year. That is when my gizmo told me that, yet again, you were chatting at some length with other men, not least the morbidly obese fella you now call your partner. I mention that because shortly after that I started equipping myself with professional standard lighting, camera's etc. I must have spent somewhere in the region of 20K on that and an array of lenses.
All of which brings me to one of my earliest semi- professional shoots. I say semi because I didn't have a studio at that point. The lady above,Claire, lived near Red Lodge a small, then, village between Mildenhall and Newmarket. Through the daughter of a client from my banking days, I was referred to Claire who wanted some shots taken. The daughter of the client was a lady who was in her mid thirties. We had a fling for a while in 2004, which I have told you about previously. Quite a gal!
Following the introduction, I phoned Claire to arrange a meeting and possibly a shoot if she was happy to do so. She sounded very nice on the phone and said that as her friend, Julia, had recommended me, she would like to go ahead. I went to her home which was a modern fairly newly built house nicely furnished with contemporary taste as befitted a woman in her thirties.
After the usual pre- shoot chat and coffee (I can't work without a good intake of coffee LL😉) I set up two tripods and two cameras, a Canon and my newly acquired additional Nikon. From there I took close ups of Claire and full length shots in a different poses. Then we sat and reviewed them on my laptop. She was pleased with the results as was I. I pulled the drapes/blinds partially to throw some shadow on Claire and took a few more. I discovered quite a while ago that shadow actually accentuates a shot.
Then we took a break and sat talking for a while. Claire asked me about my life and who might be in it - she knew I was widowed from Julia - and I asked about hers. I didn't tell her about you largely because you were on your way out although you didn't know that I was manipulating you toward that...at the time. Cyprus was your final chance. I thought I acted up the jilted lover rather well, don't you.
Claire was single although being an attractive young woman she had enjoyed more than a few relationships, she told me. As she became more comfortable with our conversation she asked whether it would be OK for me to take some shots of her in her underwear. She wasn't aware, as far as I know, that I had photographed nudes in the past. I told yes I would do that for her as long as she was happy posing in such a way and a state of undress.
"I feel like I have known you for ages", she said "You have that manner about you, so yes, I feel quite comfortable with you".
A little aside her LL. Julia the friend that introduced Claire was a very attractive woman, a little older than Claire but not by much. Her mother, Julia's that is, had a chain of fashion shops in East Anglia with a few in London. I helped Julia with bank finance to set up three outlets of her own. When she climbed into bed with me the first time back in 2004, it was perhaps by way of a thank you. I got on very well with Julia as I have and do with all the women in my life .... bar one...you!
Claire stripped down to her bra and panties in her bedroom and reappeared for the photos in her lounge. I'm not sure what she was wearing were panties but they looked like they were. Her bar, which she has removed of course in the photo I have posted was also white. Even when she was fully dressed earlier I guessed she had a lovely figure and in her underwear this was confirmed.
I took various shots. Not many, but enough that Claire was happy with them. After reviewing them on my laptop she stood up and said just a few more and then we can finish. I said OK and reset my camera. When I looked up from what I was doing Claire had removed her bra and among the shots I then took was the one above. I thought she was pretty breathtaking with her lovely boobs fully revealed.
Clair did stop there, she said she wanted fully nude shots. She turned away from me and removed her panties flinging them across the room as she did. Yes, LL, I did see her pussy when she bent over to remove them, which had me feel a slight stirring in my groin. Claire of course knew what she was doing and where it was heading. A few nude shots later and we had finished...with photography.
I spent the rest of that afternoon in bed with the beautiful body you see above, exploring every inch of it....inside and out. When I finally left late that evening, I left behind a very satisfied woman who wanted me to come back again...but not for photography!
Another long-legged woman LL...and what legs. They were lovely and what they held between them. Did I go back? You bet I did - for nearly two years off and on.
Alessandra was one of my earliest encounters in Italy. I had been in Rome on a brief commission (no sex involved) when I decided to take a look at Ostia which is on the coast. I managed to book a small hotel for two nights as it was almost out of season at the end of September 2006.
It was an interesting place with inevitable Roman connections and a bit of a seaside resort. I was there on the rump end of the season, so it was relatively quiet apart for locals. After I checked in I took a wander around the town and along the shoreline, ending up on a jetty where I took a number of shots. An early aperitif in the form of an Aperol spritz two espressos and I headed back to the hotel. On my way I found somewhere rather interesting to eat and just managed to get a table, despite it being end of season. Seemed I had struck on a popular venue.
That was how I met Alessandra and how, for that first night in town, I didn't sleep in the hotel bed. She wafted into the restaurant a book in hand and spoke rapidly in Italian (mine wasn't up to understanding all it back then). She seemed kick up a bit of a fuss when it seemed she was told there were no tables. Then the waiter looked at my table and the single seat opposite me and pointed. Alessandra looked at me then at the waiter and nodded. He came over and said would I mind sharing with the 'donna' I said no I didn't mind and she came over and sat down.
I said hello and gave my name as did she, in English and extended her hand which I shook very briefly. She put her book to one side, looked at the menu that I had open and said I should have the dish that she recommended which was excellent she told me. To be honest LL I can't remember what it was called but it was excellent.
We began talking and exchanging 'notes' about ourselves, ordered a bottle of wine and were soon talking like old friends. No doubt partly due to the wine. I ordered a starter but skipped desert and watched and talked to Alessandra while she made short work of an affogato with Amaretti. I took coffee and also an Amaretti.
After the meal we left and walked slowly away from the restaurant bosom pals almost, then Alessandra realized she had left her book behind. We walked back together and she retrieved it. From there we slowly sauntered along the street in the warm evening. She slipped her arm through mine as we did. I thought this is rather nice...
Finally we reached a crossroads and she told me she lived in the opposite direction to my hotel. I said I would walk her home, if she wished. It was dark by then LL. She wished and I walked her about a mile or so to her front door. Alessandra said she had a 'digestivo' inside if I would like to join her. I agreed and we sat in her small lounge drinking Amaro. I guess we must have had two or three and it was late when she left the chair she was sitting in and came and sat beside me on her small couch.
I half turned toward her as I downed the last of my Amaro and then she leaned toward me and kissed me. I placed my arm around her and kissed her back. Then it became more passionate than just mere kissing and we kissed off and on for several minutes. Alessandra indicated that it was a bit late to go back to my hotel and maybe they may have locked the door. She said I would have to stay. To be honest LL I didn't need much persuading.
Turned out she had two bedrooms but only one bed.
I took the shot above the following morning on the small Lumix I always carry. There had been no alternative but for Alessandra to invite me to share her bed and....her body. The perfect end to what turned out to be a beautiful evening. Why women trust me so much , I'm not sure. Maybe because I am always a gent until we are in bed together, who knows and in my case who cares. Because they can trust me I have laid so many women I have lost count.
A Naval affair, I guess you might call it, or a navel affair. She got the Navy and I got her navel and much else besides, including this photo, which I have run through Photoshop and enhanced.
Difficult to recall details now as I didn't keep notes back then. I do know I was based in Scotland at the time. having sailed out of Portsmouth a week earlier, I think. I had two days shore leave and was determined to get laid and I did LL, with the lovely lady above whose name is Jean. Looking at the shot now all I recall is her lovely firm boobs and a willingness.... The rest is history as they say, because it so long ago. happy memories though LL...happy memories.
London Studio 2016
Camilla, yes another Camilla, LL - there seem to be more than a few in London, but none or very few in the States.
Officially, this married lady was in my studio for a shoot in various fashion items that had been delivered the day before by the family's chauffeur. Camilla is young, but married to a much older investment banker who spends a lot of time in New York. Sometimes he takes her with him and that is where I met them both. I had been invited by one of our bankers to an evening soiree. At the time Julia, my New York lady (she says she is my 'bonking' machine - just a private joke) was in Minneapolis visiting family, so I went alone.
There were a few Brits there and among them Camilla. Whilst she was not 'alone' - her husband was working the room glad-handing - to all intents and purposes she was. I had just finished a conversation with one of the guys I deal with when Camilla and I almost bumped into each other. She also said sorry and then said you must be English to me. Which I confirmed. Not quite technically correct LL, as you know.
We started a conversation and to be frank I found her far more interesting...and attractive...than a bunch of bankers. I should know! Eventually, her husband returned but not before we had exchanged cell numbers and email addresses. She knew by now that I had a home in Knightsbridge. Not only that I had my photography business as well and she wondered if I might see her when next over there in London.
We kept in ouch after that evening and our conversations became quite, for want of a better word, intimate. Eventually, I needed to go to London on business and arranged to see Camilla. As cover, we set up the shoot and, as result of that, part of her wardrobe was delivered to my studio one morning. The following day we had arranged for her to be photographed and so she was.
However that was all done and dusted by about 11.00 a.m. We left the studio via the back staircase and through another property I own at the back o the studio. From there we went to lunch at an old pub just to the east of Hampstead Heath. I knew what Camilla wanted from me of course LL. Some attention, some loving and the need to get laid.
She received all three, as after lunch we took a cab back to my place in Knightsbridge returning to the studio later via the back entrance. Which reminds me.....😝😉
At my home we retired to one of the bedrooms immediately. Ash no longer made trips over by then, although I couldn't quite bring myself to use 'our'bed.. Camilla was, how shall I put it? Voracious would be a pretty good word followed by insatiable. Her clothes couldn't come off fast enough. I followed at a somewhat slower pace, using that extra time to take in what Camilla was revealing to me...her delectable body.
As I have said LL she was young, in her early to mid thirties with no children Her body reflected both those facts. Slim, firm and as nearly always long legs. As soon as I had my clothes off she had her arms around my neck and her groin gyrating against mine. Then she slipped my erection between her legs and it slipped into the wet gully of her pussy.
The gyrating was replaced by a backward and forward movement which became increasingly wet the more she moved. We kissed, of course and while we did I alternately felt her firm boobs against my chest along with her by now hardened nipples. I say alternately because each time she went backwards with her lower body her boobs moved away from me.
We stopped kissing and she said breathlessly, " Take me, make love to me".
I smiled and replied, "On the bed then. I have a surprise for you". Camilla replied, " I can see and feel your surprise". I told her " That's not the surprise".
During this brief conversation I was caressing Camilla all down her back, pulling her into me by holding her butt in both hands, while hers had returned around my neck. She lay down on the bed, LL., and opened her legs. She was pretty well shaved. Just a vestige of pubic hair remained, so the pink opening of her pussy was clear to see. I knelt between her warm thighs and stroked her legs all the way up.
Then onto those lovely boobs, fondling, squeezing and sucking. Camilla said, "Mmmmm that is so nice. What is the surprise?" In answer to her question I buried my head between her legs and put my tongue to work. "Ohhhh my, that is a nice surprise", she said. Then her moaning and groans started. They didn't stop until she came LL.
" That was a nice surprise", Camilla said. "Now finish the job and take me"...I did, and it was very, very enjoyable LL. She came again quite quickly no doubt due to her thrusting upward toward my downward thrust. I knew what she was doing. Banging her clit against me to bring on another orgasm quickly. She succeeded LL and then some. I found out when she gushed...that is ejaculated herself. Flooded with her liquids I was still full on hard and inside her when that happened.
Quickly withdrawing, I rolled off her and told to get on top. She did without hesitation, sliding over my skyward pointing erection with ease. Camilla 'sat' there savouring where she was then took the baby oil that I had left there earlier. In a very sexy manner she placed some on each of her breasts and asked me to spread it around, so to speak LL.
I did and then we were 'off', or rather she was. My hands slipped easily over both those lovely boobs above in the photo and...above me! I'll leave the descriptive part their. Afterward, we went back to the studio, Camilla was picked up by the chauffeur and no one was any wiser.
Almost, but not every time as I have other fish to fry, when I was in London we repeated the performance in one form or the other until last year. We haven't met up this year at all but are in steady contact.
When I first bought this place in Sandbanks it was partly because I spent some of the happiest days of my life in the area in the 1980's LL. The other reason was that the location of Sandbanks is one I love. One other reason is also that it is away from London, so it is a sort of bolt hole away from the metropolis when I am over there.
Amanda above was for four years my physical interest there and I was hers in between whatever else filled our lives. I met almost as soon as I had bought the place. It was sheer coincidence LL. I had just taken delivery of some items for the house which were on the driveway in front of the garage. I was shuffling a box toward the front door when I heard a voice behind me ask whether I needed a hand.
I turned around to find a young-ish blonde lady. It was Amanda but naturally I didn't know her name then. I said that would be good and told her it wasn't heavy just awkward. The box had handles cut in the cardboard so I took one and she took the other and we carried it right into the house and into the kitchen area. I was grateful for her help and told her so. Then offered her coffee which she accepted.
I discovered that she was living not far away in Canford Cliffs. We talked a fair bit and she asked she could look around. It is a fairly modern home LL with a lot of glass especially on the western side of the property so that one can enjoy the views toward the Purbeck Hills and across the harbor. WE wandered through the house talking while we did. She discovered I was single - I hadn't met Ash then - and I discovered she was also.
Amanda was surprised that I was the only occupant of the house. It is quite large LL. I told her the reasons I had bought it and why I regarded it as my bolt hole. She said that it was (and is) quite a bolt hole. Finally we parted but not before she told me that the Canford Cliffs property was her parent's place and that they also had a place in Town (London). She also had her own apartment there as well. A wealthy family. I had figured that out when she told me about Canford Cliffs. Property there is expensive, LL.
My Sandbanks place was not finished. I was awaiting additional beds to be delivered and other furnishings. We parted but not before she said for me to 'look her up' when I was in London. We exchanged emails and cell numbers.
One week later she agreed to have dinner with me in London. It was a really lovely evening LL. No excessive drinking like you indulged in ...and still do. A meal that was quality and not quantity and lots of great conversation. She was well traveled as I am. We agreed to meet up in Dorset two weeks after that. In between I had been back to my home in New Hampshire then back to London. By this time my house in Sandbanks had been finished (I employed an interior designer from London to oversee it all).
Amanda came down after I had arrived in Dorset and so had her parents. I invited her to escape and come down to my place, which she did. I could tell you how I prepared lunch for her, let her read a draft of my second book, showed her some of my photography etc etc, but I will cut to the chase. We ended up in bed together and I ended up getting lots of shots of a very naked Amanda, including the one above taken in 2008..
To say she was more than satisfied by the time she left to join her parents for dinner, or that she was more than satisfied with my performance in bed, would be an understatement. She expressed her happiness with both very fully and naturally I told her she was beautiful which she was and is.
Whenever I was in the UK we met up, more so in London and a little less in Sandbanks. We continued what could be loosely called our relationship, although we both knew we were meeting for the sex, for over four years. Right now I hear her marriage in 2012 is slowly falling apart which rather saddens me as she is a lovely girl/woman. Maybe we will renew our .....association, who knows.
Valeria, what a woman and what a couple of days LL!
You have no idea of the 'fun' I had after your passing into history. I had flown to Barcelona - remember our trip there? To finalize the purchase of my apartment there. Not from London though, from Rome where I had been staying.
I decided for a change to stay in Girona rather than Barcelona and I am very pleased I did as I got to lay Valeria a Spanish beauty who was something of a sex maniac. She was staying in my hotel...alone...and I was staying there, also alone. Drinks at the bar in the early evening led to a shared table for dinner and a shared bed that night. Ships that passed in the night in a manner of speaking. Two nights (and mornings) of unadulterated sex and we have never met again.
Maybe Valeria has melted into the mists of time, but those two nights with her have not become a faded memory. She had a gorgeous body, some of which you can see above. Soft soft skin and those breasts with their lovely dark nipples, all of which received lots of attention. That was especially so when she was on top of me which she liked most. That is apart from being taken from behind...and boy could she come...multiple times.
She spoke English of course and I teased her about being a 'good Catholic girl', which she most definitely wasn't. She did it all LL, sucked on me, sixty nine-ed, several times, had me come all over her breasts and in her mouth, apart from wanting me to fuck her until we were both exhausted. Two days later I needed a rest and it was just as well she had to return to Madrid and me to Rome.
Somehow in between all that sex I managed to complete the purchase of my apartment in Barcelona, which I still have.
I'm rather proud of this shot and so is Grace.
I met Grace, not through any recommendation, but along the street outside my home in the City. She was passing one, as they say, fine sunny morning and saw me loading tripods and camera gear into my vehicle, a Ford Expedition that keep over there. I was off down the coast to spend my morning taking some shots of the coast and wildlife.
Grace said 'Hi' to me and I turned around and greeted her. She asked if I was a photographer. I told I was a gifted amateur, with the emphasis on amateur and not so much on gifted. She laughed. "I want some photos", she told me. "Would you be interested?"
I introduced myself properly at that point which is when I learned her name, Grace. I thought it suited her very well and told her so. To be quite honest LL at that point I was a bit pre-occupied with my gear and didn't take much of Grace in, physically speaking although she did have a very attractive face and nice smiling eyes.
I handed her one of my cards and said, "Give me a call and then I can show you some of my work and you can decide from there". She said she would. We went our different ways, me in the Ford and she, well carried on down the sidewalk. I will admit to watching her go - she has a very nice arse. Seeing that swing along its way made my morning.
A few days later Grace called and we spoke. She had called one day before then , but I had been out most of the time in an area with a poor cell reception, so I missed her earlier call. We arranged to meet and I asked whether that should be at her place or mine. She said her place would be fine. A day later I turned up on her doorstep which was all of 400 yards from where I live. I carried my tripod and two camera bags, one containing cameras the other lenses and filters...plus a remotely operated flash gun.
I dumped the whole lot in her doorway and extracted my laptop. Over a drink I showed her some of my work and asked if she was still happy for me to take the shots she wanted. She was and went to change into a dress she wished to be photographed in. I set up my camera LL and had a hand held to hand as well.
As with all shoots inside it is important to get the light right and so I took a few test shots while Grace was changing. Satisfied, I waited for her to reappear. When she did I started to talking to her. The important thing with non professionals is to ensure they are relaxed in front of the camera. I tend to let conversation flow naturally and pop in the odd corny joke which usually brings for the smiles I am seeking. That was how Grace's shoot started and she soon relaxed into it, posing beautifully for me. A change from a dress into casual gear and more photos followed.
We were getting on just fine. Grace had coffee in a pot, she liked to make it in a traditional manner in a Moka, so I continued to snatch a drink every now and again. I was draining the pot when Grace who had the cup before indicated she would like just a few more shots to satisfy her.
Women never cease to surprise me LL. I barely knew Grace although we got along just fine, yet several minutes after I drained that last coffee she reappeared for the final shots dressed in just the gown you see above. Not only that she hadn't bothered to do it up. I am sure you can guess that my 'interest' was aroused almost immediately as my eyes scanned her body from tip to toe. I did get some shots of her as the one above shows, but there are quite a few more.
I never found out at that time what her marital status was. When I touched upon the subject she deftly steered me away from it and being a gent, I didn't pursue matters. In the end it didn't matter as she 'took me to her bed'. Lovely old phrase that. The rest of the shoot was shooting of an entirely different kind. Under me, on top and as she said one of her favorite positions....sitting on my lap facing away from me and being in control of her own movements on my erection. That left my hands free to fondle her boobs.
As I said earlier LL, women never cease to surprise me and Grace certainly did that. Also, as I said, we hardly knew each other...then. I discovered later that Grace was married back then but she and her husband were living apart. She divorced eventually. I still see her from time to time...and I do mean see her...
On my way to Chicago from San Diego (only my second visit back then, LL), I agreed to stop off in Denver, Co., for a friend. That friend said she had recommended me as a photographer to this lady in Denver. I agreed LL. Why not earn a few bucks while on a trip I was making anyway. The lady's name was Jessica, or Jess as she liked to be called.
I arrived in Denver, booked into my hotel and called Jess. I suggested we meet up somewhere in Downtown just to introduce ourselves and talk about what she wanted bearing in mind that I was only in town for two nights. I had to hit the ground running on this one LL. Plenty of great locations around of course, but limited by time.
When we met, Jess understood my dilemma (I had some appointments in Chicago in two days time) so she said photos at her home would be just fine and indeed they were. More than I expected in fact.
When we met she had her hair bunched up on her head revealing a slender neck, later she let her lovely hair down for the shoot. After a light lunch we started right away. Back to my hotel to collect my gear and then off to Jess's place. Remember LL, I had been recommended so she had no hang ups about inviting me there.
I took some really nice shots of Jess in close up. She has a long oval face and lovely eyes and I think I captured her natural beauty quite well. Then various full length shots around her home. I know you have never been to Denver but you may be able to guess that the city has, as its backdrop the Rocky Mountains. When I was there in early Fall there was snow on the mountain tops and I was able to get some great shots of Jess with the mountains in the background.
The afternoon wore on and she asked for a few more photos. We had taken a break of about thirty minutes by then. I agreed. Jess returned in what can only be described as some sort of loose gown or dress - see above. It covered her but barely. In fact it didn't seem to fasten at all along the opening at the front.
She sat down on one of her day room dining chairs and crossed her legs. She had great legs LL. Long and slender...and tanned. I asked her about the tan and she told me she had been staying with that friend of hers that we both knew, in San Diego. I continued to shoot using the tripod, lighting and the fixed camera. I also used a hand held Nikon to get some shots from various angles.
It was while I was doing the latter that she slipped the 'dress' off her shoulders revealing a fair bit of her breasts then, when I was back behind my fixed camera on the tripod, she uncrossed her legs and raised one onto the chair as you can see above. That left little to the imagination and her pussy was only just concealed.
Inevitably, we ended up in bed together and I lost another hotel room to a beautiful lady as I slept with her that night. After our late afternoon session in bed we went out for what might be called dinner at Garbanzo's. It was fairly light which was good given the athletics which were to come that night. Come, Jess did, several times under my ministrations before we fell asleep . Me with her head resting on my chest. Before we slept she told me that my reputation had come before me ..... and she didn't mean my photography skills.
The next day we spent wholly outdoors. We drove south to the Garden of the Gods and Cheyenne Mountain and on the way back dropped in at Stranahans Whiskey place where I picked up a bottle of Rocky Mountain single malt. Another night or rather evening of sexual pleasure LL and the following morning I went back to the hotel checked out and Jess took me to the airport.
Did I ever see her again? What do you think......
This shot was taken in my New York studio in 2018. The lady is Isabella or Bella. She was modelling lingerie for a large US company, although the shot above was not included in their portfolio!
This shot was for Bella herself. She had wanted some, as she put it, sexy photographs and that is what she got, free of charge. What did I get LL? Guess!
I have led a fantastic life since you went your way (and a pretty good one before, as well). The opportunity to travel, enjoy the good things in life, follow my interest in business and pleasure and most of all to make many lovely friends male and female. The one thing that surprised me among all the various features of my life was the readiness of lots of very lovely women who wanted to sleep with me. Believe it or not, I turned down a few along the way. I'll leave you to figure out why.
Bella wasn't one of them/ Under that slip you see above she had nothing on and slip was the word. She slipped it off and after some foreplay, I slipped it in. We were both well satisfied with the experience...more than once. Naturally, I hired her again for two other shoots. One for me and the other for some business that came my way through an agency. We didn't give up on the extra-curricular activities either!
This was taken in one of the older hay stores on my ranch, up there in New Hampshire. The lady's name is Gemma. The photo was for us both. Not a shoot or anything like that. Just some sexy photos that we could both enjoy. Gemma (not her real name) is married but was seeking something more than was on offer from her husband when we came across each other. Nice phrase that isn't it LL, 'came across each other'. Conjures up all sorts of visual images, doesn't it.
As you can see from Gemma's screwed up dress in the photo it was a rather hot summer's day. That wasn't the only thing that was hot either, Gemma was and wanted to be laid. She thought the barn and laying back on the hay was a novelty.... and having sex virtually outside. The photo was taken just before the main event.
We met in town, Concord that is. Thankfully for us both neither of us live right there but we met through NH Audubon. I was interested in an item they had on eagles from a photographic viewpoint and Gemma was a helper/volunteer there. We got to talking, found common ground in our interest in the wildlife of New England and, well things developed from there. She had a built in excuse to be away from home and so we have been able or rather she has been able to carry on an affair with me ever since and it is still ongoing.
Back to the barn. Gemma is not one of my long legged lovers LL, but neither is she as vertically challenged as you are. She has very kissable lips and she likes both sets to receive lots of attention! Talking of coming across each other she likes me to come across her boobs from time to time and she's not averse to swallowing my 'deposits' as a result of sucking the 'lollipop'. Naughty lady, but she also enjoys a good fuck and I seem to have filled her sexual void in more than one way!
I call this shot of Fiona, flamenco gone wrong, or rather...right. It's not strictly a flamenco dress, but it reminds me of one.
Fiona had joined me for a long and rather naughty weekend Barcelona. I was already there getting a few jobs done during the week. I didn't do the jobs my builder did. That is why one of the old shutters is sitting in the room in the shot above. Enough about shutters though. This is all about Fiona who flew out from London where she lives.
We have seen each other off and on ever since we first met in 2015 at a party in Kensington. As you may have worked out by now, I have a 'pool' of lady 'friends' that I can call upon when ever I have the need and I always have the need. If one isn't available then I move on to the next. I had flown straight from the States to Barcelona in my Gulfstream and when Fiona said she would love to join me for the weekend I set her flight up and met her at the airport.
As I said it was to be a naughty weekend,. She liked my bedside manner and my bedding manner.
Manchester 2006
Strange angle this one but Katie was in the bath my hotel room. I was bending down for a reason when I took this shot.
Why was I in Manchester and why was there a woman in the bath?
I was in Manchester after collecting a ring from a certain lady LL - you. I was off over here to FM. After your actions that was a relief to me to be able to fly over here and pick up with someone who really appreciated me.
Now to the more interesting aspect of my stay at the hotel in Manchester. Katie was flying to the Canaries for a holiday with some girl friends who were already there. As is often the case (at least it has been for me) I met her in the bar in the hotel. She was in holiday mood and I was on something of a rebound. Happy to have sewn up things with you LL. Good bye and good riddance as they say, was the thought I had. Shortly afterward was when you realized the mistake you had made - 'Why do I always make the wrong decisions'.
Given Katie's and my freedom, we ended up in my room for a little pre flight fun - we were both leaving the following morning. The bath shot was taken after the 'event'. Imagine LL just a day before you handed back the ring and walked out of that bar as cold as you could be. I grinned from ear to ear after you had gone. Now imagine me in bed with Katie the evening after, shafting her twice and having her come three times.
Not sure what you did the evening before, but I know you didn't get fucked as Katie did. Once with me on top and once from behind was her wish and I never like to disappoint a lady...and she wasn't disappointed!
She threw her clothes on after cleaning up in my bathroom and went back to her room. She was flying at some early hour, me a bit later. I never saw her again but we did email for a time. Great start to our respective trips though!
Houston, Texas 2008
Somewhere where part of me went is on show above LL. Not just once either. I was sitting on the toilet seat when I took this lovely shot of Alice.
Alice worked for me at my office in San Francisco, looking after real estate I had/have in the Bay area. How did we end up like this?
Easy. Alice accompanied me on a trip concerning my early venture into fracking. I didn't get into it properly until eighteen months later. This was a fact finding trip. She is something of a minx, is Alice. In her thirties then and in very good shape she was and is an attractive woman, with brains. back then she was single, as I was.
We work fairly closely LL and we did back then as well. Separate rooms in the hotel we stayed in the Four Seasons which impressed Alice enormously, but one room was a waste more or less because Alice spent every night we were there in my bed with me. I got to see the view featured above a fair bit on that trip. Mainly coming down on me as she liked to ride me. Those lips (no not the facial ones) were wrapped around my offering every night we we were there. I think it was five nights. Such a lovely body and a really lovely lady. She said it was the best trip she had ever had.
Me I had Alice...every night, so what was there for me to complain about.
I've had some great times in the years since your time and some great women, no make that lots of great women. Your life, such as it is, makes me laugh in comparison with mine. You sure did make the wrong choice!
Alice worked for me at my office in San Francisco, looking after real estate I had/have in the Bay area. How did we end up like this?
Easy. Alice accompanied me on a trip concerning my early venture into fracking. I didn't get into it properly until eighteen months later. This was a fact finding trip. She is something of a minx, is Alice. In her thirties then and in very good shape she was and is an attractive woman, with brains. back then she was single, as I was.
We work fairly closely LL and we did back then as well. Separate rooms in the hotel we stayed in the Four Seasons which impressed Alice enormously, but one room was a waste more or less because Alice spent every night we were there in my bed with me. I got to see the view featured above a fair bit on that trip. Mainly coming down on me as she liked to ride me. Those lips (no not the facial ones) were wrapped around my offering every night we we were there. I think it was five nights. Such a lovely body and a really lovely lady. She said it was the best trip she had ever had.
Me I had Alice...every night, so what was there for me to complain about.
I've had some great times in the years since your time and some great women, no make that lots of great women. Your life, such as it is, makes me laugh in comparison with mine. You sure did make the wrong choice!
Ciao
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