For LL in the UK
Through your deeds LL, you inadvertently opened up a whole new world for me, giving meaning to that saying - you never know what lies around the corner.
What lie around my corner apart from so many lays I have lost an accurate count, were opportunities that I had never considered. Take writing. Who would have thought that I had twenty three best sellers in me, or that I would build a financial empire (along with Ash) that numbers over $1bn in the space of fifteen years. You didn't and to some extent neither did I.
The books are something I did vaguely have in mind and indeed wrote a short novel many years back that was published. It was for children in the 10-13 age range. The wealth from real estate, pharma writing etc has amassed beyond anything I dreamt of. At least I have and am able to afford the luxuries in life!
Yes, I was worth a few million when I met you, but some shrewd decisions after you left had me add a nought to that figure within two years and it just went from there. I knew it would have probably blown your mind if I had told you what I was worth when we met....so I didn't. I didn't want a gold-digger for a partner! I laughed at your warning on that score. I didn't get a gold-digger. Instead I got a liar and a cheat in you. Thankfully, there were better people elsewhere.
Enough of that. This brings me onto the other area that I really hadn't contemplated or even considered - photography. As I said in an earlier blog LL, it was you who gave me the idea, in a way.2003. I’m sure you will recall them....they are still in my ‘library’. They gave me the idea to revisit photography, something I hadn’t really touched since my teens and early twenties, The Navy got in the way!
As you are aware LL, I started by taking shots in 2004 of the women in my life, then I extended that into landscapes, macro photography and then people in general. I amassed quite a collection of shots from all the women I knew (still know many of them). It was when I acquired my apartment in London and what flowed from there that things really took off, as I have said before.
Took of is an appropriate couple of words in the context of this and many of my other blogs I write just for you as a stark reminder of my life after you. It seemed, and it is indeed a fact, that many attractive women and a few less attractive ones were quite prone to displaying their bodies in front of the camera LL, often completely naked.
There is a fine line between their wanting their beauty captured in photographs and sexuality. Quite surprisingly for me, many were prepared to cross the line. In fact they wanted to. Hence, my tally for want of a better word, is very high.
Below are some further shots of the many women I have met in the last fifteen years.
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I have no idea whether word had gotten around or what but it seemed each introduction for quite a period led to my clients wanting to go to bed with me. Luckily, they were all women!! It is nice to receive affirmation for whatever in life. I have been praised by these women for my skill as a photographer, told I am a highly sexed individual and showered with accolades for my lovemaking. I don't let it go to my head LL, or anywhere else.
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Then we went back inside...
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I have a note that I was talking to you on MFO for a while and you wondered where I had gone somewhere around 8.30 pm. Where I had gone? I hadn't gone anywhere in fact LL. I was distracted by my visitor and a very nice distraction it was too. I perhaps should explain that the small hotel had three sets of guests according to my visitor. A middle aged customer visiting their son at university. A single woman in her fifties and me.
I was the only one to spend sometime chatting to her and she for her part seemed bored and a tad flirty. I flirted back a little. Innuendo passed between as she sat at the reception desk. The upshot was that she came to my room when she had finished for the day, 'for a little fun'. Another case of getting layed in an hotel on an overnight stop. To be honest I have lost count of the number of times that has happened and they are generally not included in my 'figures'.
The photo was taken in the morning early and from which I am sure you can surmise that I for one certainly had some fun. You could say she was a real handful
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As you may have surmised from past blogs, that year was particularly busy for me with commissions here there and everywhere. It was the year my photography really took off and I was all over Europe and also California. When I returned from the latter to the UK, I booked myself a break on my own to relax, unwind and recharge my batteries. I had been chasing around with property too. I rented my Norfolk house, bought the town house in Cambridge and of course had my Florida and London properties.
Much as I loved all of the activities and indeed the benefits it brought - financial and personal, very personal. I needed that break. Imagine my delight to find a kindred spirit who was already at the hotel before I arrived. That kindred spirit is the lady above. She had flown out from Luton Airport and me from Stansted. She was alone mainly because she was single as I was.
She worked for the county council. Her name was/is Liz and when I first chatted to her we were both by the pool. She was as brown as a berry against my rather pale skin. We became friendly over the course of the next twenty four hours, ended up eating together and having cocktails and after dinner drinks together.
I mentioned how pale I was against her at one point late that second evening and she said she was when she arrived. I bet you can guess what she said next LL, which is why I posted this particular shot.
Liz said, 'I do have some white bits...'.
That second night in bed together there was no doubt where they were shining out against her tanned background and highlighted by the outdoor lights shining through a gap in the curtains as we made love.
As it turned out we were checking out within a day of each other. She went home a day before me LL. However in between we alternated between each others bedrooms making love every night until she left.
Did I see her again in the UK? You bet I did. She was less than hour west of where I lived in Cambridge.
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Meredith my American companion is quite a lady, ready to rough it outdoors or dress for something sophisticated in London, Boston or NYC. However, when I took the sneaked shot she was dressed, or rather half undressed, for something else entirely.
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I’m sure, in fact I know, that you had no idea I had started to meet other women. Call it my back up plan or whatever, but I found I was actually enjoying this ‘new found world’. Firstly, because it seemed I was liked a lot by other women, secondly because they didn’t mess me about and thirdly they didn’t lie or go behind my back. Not one of them did that to my knowledge … except you LL.
Helen lived in mid-Hampshire. A fair way from me but then she was a fair lass. We had chatted for about six months before she invited me down for a visit. Over the phone and via mail she came over as a sensitive modest woman who was quite attractive from her photos. Helen was divorced and had one small boy.
When I visited, the boy was spending a week with his father, so we were alone. Helen at first was pretty much what I had come to expect LL, modest and attractive. In fact she was more attractive than her photos revealed. As a man you just never know with a woman what to expect. That modest woman was a tiger when it came to sex and as you can see above (I was sitting opposite) wandering around naked with modesty thrown out of the window was a revelation against the 'picture' I had of Helen.
She was 'hungry', very hungry. I found out later that she hadn't been with a man since her divorce two years earlier. She certainly made up for it during my visit. Her legs were apart more than they were together. In bed, on her couch (the one she is sitting on), standing, bent over. You name it - she wanted it!
In fact, the couch photo above was just before she wanted me again.
I saw Helen from time to time when her child duties allowed and that spread over nearly two years from June 2004 until April 2006 when she found someone much nearer to where she lived. We remain good friends and her son is now twenty one.
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Celia told me when I met her at a party in another lady's apartment in Docklands that she was a bit of a rebel. Her father was an investment banker and her mother ran an art gallery in Kensington. She had been schooled at Bedales and had rebelled a bit, not a lot, against all her parents stood for, Which partially explained the nose stud, albeit it was a real diamond.
She may have been a rebel but she was also an outrageous flirt, which I rather enjoyed LL. The flirtation was both verbal, lots of innuendo, and physical. In the end we left the party together. Not the last to leave but close to the last. We ended up back at my place as it was more than apparent that Celia wanted to get layed and to be honest, so did I. We made love twice before sleeping together that night.
Celia had a great figure even though her breasts were on the smallish side. Nevertheless, what she had was firm, upturned and on the conical side in shape which pleased me. Her nipples were equally small but very resonsive as was Celia generally during our thrusting and riding.
We made love again in the morning... why …not... at a more leisurely pace. We showered and this photo was taken after that event and before she dressed. Celia became what is called these days a friend with benefits. We just liked to have sex together whenever the mood struck. The mood struck her more often than me and she would phone and aske to come over at all sorts of times. I enjoyed her rebellious nature and I definitely enjoyed her LL.
talk about more and more women falling into my lap...and my bed, and all just after you had gone your way. That doesn't include all the more ordinary women I had the pleasure of from the North all the way South beforehand.
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Jessica or Jess as she liked to be known was someone I met via the internet.
The popular website I belonged to, not the one we used, LL had literally dozens of women who wanted a man. I was inundated with mail when I was on there. I had to filter quite a few out - too old, too fat etc, but still there were many left. far more than on MFO. It was all so darned easy to. Or to put it another way - too easy.
Which brings me to Jess. She lived in Diss. We were chatting off and on, mainly between others that I have no doubt Jess was talking to as was I. Our chats were like the tide. If she wa preoccupied with others online then we didn't talk much. When she free the tide changed with a rush and if you like …came in. Then she would talk a lot. I often had multiple duplicate tabs open on the same site while I switched between women - she didn't know that and you certainly didn't.
After about a month or so she invited me over one afternoon and she cooked dinner! That was really nice as I had been cooking for myself for sometime by July 2004. Turned out Jess was as nice i person as she was online and on the 'phone. To my delight she liked me too. In fact LL i was liked but a lot of women far more than you could imagine. Your loss...their gain.
Jess wanted me to take her to bed later that evening - I had just the tiniest inkling that I might be staying over, but it was just a vague idea in my mind. Jess told me as we lay together in the dark, naked in her bed that she had wanted me to stay all along and she had wanted me to make love to her.
I was told that I did that and more. I asked what she meant. Jess told me that she had had sex like ours that night ever in her life and her view of older men had changed completely. She also said she had never felt as satisfied as she did after I made love to her. I remember she moulded her body to mine and fell asleep with her arm across my chest and her leg laying on mine.
The photo was taken in her kitchen about three weeks later in August 2004. It reminds me of how soft and warm she was both in personality and physically.
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Jane was quite the 'sex bomb' and although she was a little chunky around the hips she knew how much I loved her tits and could always count on me coming to her when she called...and coming over those boobs. She loved that and if some made it as far as her mouth, then all the better. She would take me any way I wished, she just loved having sex.
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When I worked for that insurance company as head of department, word apparently got around about the size and location of my home, unbeknown to me. Abby worked in the much larger department on the same ground floor location in Norwich LL. She spotted me one day when I was sipping coffee in Auberge and walked in and over to say hello. I bought her a cup of tea and she sat talking with me during her lunch hour.
The conversation came around to where I lived and how lonely it must be living there on my own. I told her it was at times but I managed. That latter remark was complete understatement of course. I had quite a few ‘close friends’ who kept me company, especially at night and in my bed LL. Abby asked if she might visit me there and I told her of course.
A Saturday about a week hence she turned up as arranged in a phone call a few days earlier. I showed her around. It was June and sunny. She loved the garden and the privacy...and the pool, but at that stage I didn’t have the heater installed. Somehow we ended up in my bedroom, after all it was at the end of the house upstairs.
It must be quite lonely going to bed by yourself in this big house empty and at night. I said it was OK and I had more or less become used to it. At that point Abby turned to me and said I understand that it isn’t only this house that is big. She glanced down at my crotch LL. At that point it came to me that Julie was also working in that department in Norwich and had been sharing her experience, It didn’t surprise then that she removed the tee shirt she was wearing and then her bra.
We hardly said a word after that. Off came my polo shirt. Down went her jeans. Off came my chinos. Down came her panties. She walked over to me and pulled my underwear down and as she did she knelt in front of me. This was a side I had never suspected Abby of...ever. In fact, I had never thought of her in that way at all when I was working there LL.
Now here she was in my bedroom naked and about to suck on me. First of all she put her small warm hand around my erection and started slowly pumping me to and fro, to and fro. Then soft warm and wet lips encompassed me. Then her mouth. God, that was nice and utterly unexpected. I told her not to make me come as I wanted to save that for her.
Being the good, or rather naughty, girl she was Abby ceased her sucking on me LL. She stood in front of me opened her legs allowing my erection between them. Put her hands round my neck and leaned back a little. That thrust her groin hard against mine. It seemed that her work on me had made her quite wet down below and also open. She nearly had me in her opening by the way she leaned back. My hands were free and so I caressed her thighs and her bottom. Very nice. Even better when I moved up to her small but nicely firm tits. They hardened almost as much as I was.
From there Abby. Backed onto the bed and sat down. then she lay down on her back and drew her legs up and apart with her own hands. I knelt down and placed my head all the way into her groin, found her pussy with my tongue and she was away. Slowly at first but then soaring to the very heights of her climax. He moans and then shouts were music to my ears LL.
We made love - twice. She came twice more and I made my deposit. It seemed like I had made quite a deep impression on her both physically in giving her great satisfaction, but also because she thought I was a 'lovely man'. Funny how everyone bar you have said so and you did...to begin with.
Abby and I continued our liaisons very much at her request, although I found her quite attractive too and was more than happy in her company and inside her lovely tight pussy.
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Leah was one such woman. We chatted online in 2005 LL, she invited me over to Gorleston where she lived and she asked me to take her to bed after a few drinks, that very first evening. To say it was a little impersonal to begin with would be a bit of an understatement. Leah seemed nice enough but I wondered if I was being used in some way, especially given the age gap. She was thirty one at the time.
Things warmed up a little after a drink or two and we sat kissing on her couch. That was quite pleasant in itself. Then she took my hand and placed it on her breast and I squeezed it gently. Leah asked me to squeeze harder and so did at which point she opened her legs and placed my other hand between them.
She wasn't wearing panties. That son became apparent as my hand travelled up her inner thigh and met no 'encumbrance' on its journey. It found its intended destination which was surprisingly wet and wide. Some judicious rubbing and application of fingers and Leah came sitting there on her couch. After that it was straight to her bedroom where she stripped naked , as did I, and then I was on top of her and half way inside in a matter of moments. This was a woman who having already come once was more than eager to come again.
She had started thrusting up before I was fully inside her so I withdrew, to her momentary surprise and stood up I knew that what she wanted was a good fucking and I also knew I could deliver that best standing. I took her upper thighs in my hands and pulled her gently down the bed so that she was in the right position Then I entered her again, this time fully. She gasped. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them hard as she held her legs wide open to receive my thrusts. I guess I must have come down hard and very effectively on her clitoris L , because she certainly let me know with her moans and yes's and it was a matter of moments before she started coming again.
She had started thrusting up before I was fully inside her so I withdrew, to her momentary surprise and stood up I knew that what she wanted was a good fucking and I also knew I could deliver that best standing. I took her upper thighs in my hands and pulled her gently down the bed so that she was in the right position Then I entered her again, this time fully. She gasped. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them hard as she held her legs wide open to receive my thrusts. I guess I must have come down hard and very effectively on her clitoris L , because she certainly let me know with her moans and yes's and it was a matter of moments before she started coming again.
I felt her heading that way and her face also told me all I needed to know. Then suddenly she was there followed by repeated cramping of her stomach and the feel of her pussy squeezing against my erection. She was still panting as I renewed my efforts and she cried out words to the effect of 'Oh no, yes, oh yes' I was a little way off coming, that I knew, so I let her enjoy me for a while while thrusting. I leaned over at one point and sucked her now hard nipples which she liked, before I went back to thrusting hard again until I felt the rush of my own ejaculation.
Now I was panting and Leah, well Leah looked a little exhausted but she was smiling from ear to ear. She told me that I had been fantastic and she loved the way I had made love to her. I went home that night. I didn't stay but subsequently Leah came over o my place and we had quite a few sessions there. It was largely about sex as I have said. She enjoyed her time with me and it turned out I hadn't been 'used' that first evening, it was just that she hadn't had sex for quite sometime, was without a boyfriend and wanted her appetite satisfied.
I guess I must be good in bed because all the women who just wanted sex with me all came back for more after the first time...and Leah was no exception.
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It seemed so natural and it was. She's a lovely woman LL. You could easily take lessons from many of my lovers...but it's a bit late in the day now for you.
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Can't complain though, Lisa was quite a meal in herself and very flexible😉. What a world you allowed me to enter when you cheated on me. I guess I should thank you in a funny sort of way...but then again... We still have unfinished business regarding some bangles.
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First up, or is that down, was Emily. Quite a striking woman. I have no idea how such ladies saw something in me. I can only go back to what others have said LL. My eyes, my smile and the way most said that I was 'a lovely man' Emily hadn't come back from some great vacation in the sun. She was a devotee of the sun bed, her sun bed. Hence the all over tan.
By the time I had moved on from you I had several realtors working for me and not all in Norwich. those first six properties I built had pretty much all sold by the time Emily and I met. I had some land with planning permission in Suffolk and when the shot above was taken The first one had been built - the one we were in that day, above. The site was secured. Only the construction team and myself had access.
Emily and I had been in a fairly close business relationship with the development, after all she was on a good retainer that I could easily afford. She knew a fair bit about my real estate although not about my overseas assets. Whether all of that influenced her or not I don’t know, but after a while she started to flirt with me quite obviously. I enjoyed her innuendo too and reciprocated.
On the Sunday we found ourselves out at the development in July 2006.Normally, Emily wore a business suit, but on this lovely sunny day she was in a summer dress. The first time I had seen her shoulders and legs. We were there to ostensibly get some photos of the finished but unfurnished first house a four bedroom detached. Emily also wanted to discuss the sale of the next four houses that were in various stages although none had reached roof height, or so she had said.
We were relaxed that Sunday LL morning. Neither of us really wearing our business hats or minds. Add to that the fact Emily was dressed quite flimsily in that dress and her flirting started to flow almost immediately we were inside the house, culminating in our kissing. She asked me to unzip her dress. Her hands were up under my polo shirt LL and working the buckle on my trousers. Passion took over and quite quickly were both naked in that empty house.
She had some body as you can see and I wanted her a lot. She was just as desperate...in fact far more so than I was. Our bodies came together in the middle of the bedroom you see her in above LL. I hadn't realised she was a brunette until then!
I could feel her warm body against mine and her nipples pressed against my chest with her boobs spread through the pressure of our embrace. I had risen to the occasion and Emily accommodated me between her legs. Our pubic hair interlocked. She was wet. We both started sliding to and fro on each other while kissing. She raised one leg, leaned back against the wall angled her body and my tip slipped inside her. We were in a frenzy then LL.
I was thrusting upward hard, her arms were flailing around and her breasts were bouncing. I'm not sure what caused it, maybe the heat and the passion of the moment and the unexpected sex, but long before I got there Emily came. She collapsed onto me arms around my neck, head on my shoulder. The smell of her hair and her panting hard are abiding memories of that moment.
She knew I hadn't had my pleasure, but said she couldn't do it again in that position. So we didn't LL. Following my suggestion we went downstairs still naked where she said taking her from behind would be fine. By now I had waned a bit but some caressing by Emily and my caressing her from behind, handling and squeezing her breasts had me back to a full on erection. Not only that Emily was more than ready physically to receive me due to all our caresses.
It was far more comfortable for her and she said far more enjoyable to the extent that she came again beautifully almost at the same time I did. She preceded me by a whole fifteen seconds I reckon LL. Quite a Sunday morning!
Given that it had been a somewhat rushed affair and a standing only one, Emily said she couldn't wait until she could get me in bed. I told her to tell me where and when....and she did.
I won't expand further on whether I still see her, but let's just say she was one hell of a passionate lover in bed and out of it...and outdoors.
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Julie immediately above was a lady I...did, in 2007. She did too and then some! This took place one evening in late June 2007.
Julie and I had dated off and on for some time. In fact going back to early 2006. We had been up to the north Norfolk coast eaten there and were making our way back. She was chatting about some houses (three) I was having built near Swaffham, Norfolk and said she wouldn't mind seeing them as we headed back through Fakenham toward Swaffham and then to my home LL.
Julie and I knew each other from the bank as she used to work for me. She separated from her husband and then divorced. Luckily they had no children and Julie was relatively young. She first phoned me Christmas 2005. I had just gotten back from London and my time with Lucy to prepare for Christmas in Norfolk LL. Julie was a sweet woman and attractive in a pretty way. Really nice facial features.
When she phoned on 23rd December I could tell she was upset but she wasn't crying. I asked her what was the matter and then most of it poured out. Her husband had met another woman at his work and left her after just two years of marriage. I couldn't offer to meet at that point but I promised I would sit down with her after Christmas. She told me that I had been the best boss she had ever worked for and felt she could talk openly with me. It certainly gave me food for thought over the festive season LL.
We met up the first time just for a coffee. Julie lived between Walton and Thetford so quite nearby. After that first meeting in which she told me how empty and lonely her life had suddenly become I took her out for dinners, the cinema and the theatre in Norwich. She enjoyed it all but of course each time she went home to an empty home. She thought I did but I explained that I had plenty to occupy me, not least of which was my construction activity. I also showed her some of my photographic work, but none of the type that appears in this blog!
We carried on going out together between my trips overseas and to see other women within the UK. During all this time there was no overt sexual activity. A kiss on the cheek and a hug were the most physical things that took place. It wasn’t until the April that we first kissed properly and then shortly afterward went to bed together. I was in rush to hurry Julie and I waited for her much as I would have liked to make love to her.
It wasn’t as though I was starved of sexual activity after all. I had quite few other ‘watering holes’.
Back to the photo above and our drive back from the coast. We detoured to the site and I took Julie on a tour of one of the two houses that were nearing completion. The third was above ground but only just. It was early evening and sunny. We had enjoyed a lovely day at the coast walking, talking, paddling and eating. She told me she had enjoyed every part of it. As we stood looking out over a field at the back of the house she said what would make the day perfect was if I made love to her right there and with that and encouraged by the smile on my face she stripped down to the waist. Everything off including her bra,
She reached up under the slip she was wearing and removed her panties. I took everything off bar my boxers LL. Then having reached that stage we found some insulation material and a blanket that I had used in the trunk of my car -that silver Lexus LL. It was comfortable enough and I lay on it first having removed my boxers. Julie sat on my chest - she had done this before - ready for what we used to call the ‘warming up’. Then facing away from me she placed herself where she wanted my tongue and mouth to be.
Part of that was that she always leaned forward for better access and so I could fondle her breasts while I 'warmed her up'. We completed that stage with more than a little noise from Julie then she climbed off me and kneeling by my side raised me up from where I had lapsed with her hand and a little sucking. From there se mounted me and went riding. A canter to start with then faster and faster. Riding her clit hard against my pubic bone while I squeezed her tits real hard LL.
Sure enough, she came again. Two down and hopefully, one to go.
A few minutes later I mounted her and she had told me to just go for it as she had received her pleasure, now it was my turn. I started slowly and felt myself hardening even more once I was fully inside, expanding to fill her widthways. She always said she liked my thickness...and she wasn't refering to my mental acuity!
I thrust hard Uhh, uhh, uhh went Julie as I I came down on her each time. She had told me not to worry about her coming again and so I banished that thought from my head. Uhh, uhhh, uhhh....oh, oh oh ohhh!! Julie came to my and her surprise whereupon I finished my pleasure trip as fast as I could and boy did I spurt that evening.
The photo shows Julie after her third climax.
As she put it almost the perfect end to that day LL....but not quite...….
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Carole, not not that one LL, was one such. Taken on her stairs funnily enough in Wymondham where the other Carole used to live. I found it amusing that coincidence, although it was separated by two years. This shot was taken in 2008, but it was the result of something that had been going on a little longer. We started out in early 2007. This Carole worked as a nurse in Norwich and we met via a dinner I was invited to. This was as a result of an invitation from an old friend who had also taken early retirement from the bank. He knew, or thought he did,, that I was then single and on my own.
Carole was there with another lady and to my delight I was seated between them. Carole and I got on like a house on fire which was nice for me and her too it turned out. After the party as we were all saying our goodbyes she suggested I might like to visit her and so we exchanged numbers quickly. Her friend Zoe was kicking her heels waiting so I didn't detain Carole.
I phoned, I visited and guess what LL, I got layed. Carole didn't beat about the bush that first afternoon. She gave me a hug when I arrived, then kissed me, then placed my hand on her breast. I didn't need a further invitation we went upstairs stripped off, embraced again and I was caressing her all over. Squeezed her backside as she opened her legs to let me between them then her boobs which as you can see from the photo are very....'squeezable' and just the right size for my hands.
She was wet down there and with my sliding to and fro she was quite 'open' as well. Carole wanted me and wanted it and she lay back on her bed, legs dangling over the edge at first, giving me a glimpse of her wet pinkness. Carole drew her legs up in readiness. I leaned down and started licking that pink spot. She loved it. Lots of mmmm's, then I moved onto her clit at the same time finger fucking her. I had never known a woman come so quickly as Carole did. Her clit went straight from flaccid to erectness and after just a few strokes of my tongue, she was bucking upward as she came.
She let her legs down L, at the same time blowing air as she regained her breath. Her face was red which meant I had upped her blood pressure. I took hold of her ankles, lifted her legs high and together. Then lowered them onto my shoulders. Carole looked down at my erection and opened her legs in that classic 'Y' to receive me. I entered her LL. Having negotiated a relatively tight, but not too tight, entrance the rest of me followed inside easily. Nice and regular, nice and slow I gave it to her. I've had some really nice experiences taking things slowly and this, with Carole, was one of them.
Smooth as silk, liquid noises LL, moans of pleasure from Carole, leaning forward squeezing her lovely boobs. The whole experience was great. She liked slow, I liked slow. We both enjoyed the sensitivity of it. But there comes a time to, well, come and Carole's time came as I upped the anti and gave her a series of hard thrusts from where I was standing at the bottom of her bed. She came and was surprised I had held on long enough …not to.
I remember her words well, in fact I noted them down after I was back home. She said, 'Wow! That was so, so good and you are still hard. Give me a moment'. I remember she just lay back with her legs clamped together savouring the last effects of her orgasm. Then she told me that she was ready.
Previously she had been full on toward me LL. Knowing what she wanted, when and how. Now she asked me...'How would you like me?'
I took her from behind with her kneeling on the bed and we both came this time. It has always surprised me that many women that I have had sex with from behind wanted it to stop but then didn't want it to stop, got themselves into a real frenzy with the act and most definitely screamed a lot. Carole was no exception that afternoon.
I styaed the night, not something I always did the first time, but Carole wanted me to and she had a straight six days of work from midday the following day.
The photo above was taken on a visit about twelve months later in early 2008 about two weeks after Christmas. She had nothing on beneath that dress and we both made the most of the fact.
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Claire was a relatively early client dating back to March 2007 living in Richmond not that far from Kew Gardens. It was just before I set off on one of my extended trips. I hadn't anticipated a lingerie shoot back in those early days and was still feeling my way to some extent with the wealthier upper class client, of which Claire was one.
At thirty three Claire was in her prime and had a fabulous figure. Just before this shot she had worn a white set of lingerie, which was fine, but didn't really accentuate her hair and skin coloring. I learned quite a bit from a beautician that I had a relationship with from 2004 thru 2007 and she told me all about colors, skin and hair types. As a result I knew the pink/red end of the spectrum woul suit Claire so I asked her to change into something in that range.
Off she went into her dressing room LL. She had the sought of long slender legs that guys used to talk of as 'going up to her armpits'. t was a delight to see her leave the room especially as she gave a little sashay as she did. It's not often I say it is a delight to see a woman leave the room! It was when Claire did that day.
When she returned to the room she was wearing the bra that you see above but had a beach wrap around her lower half because, as she put it she 'couldn't find her knickers'! I laughed at that and told her it was fine I would just take some shots of her top half, which I did. As I was lining up the final one the wrap fell to the floor so that Claire was only wearing her bra LL. I've noted what she said at the time. It was just one word and a laugh.
That word was 'Whoops!'
She followed it with, 'What the hell' and removed her bra. My shoot had gone from a classic fully clothed set of photos through to her underwear and now I was confronted very pleasantly with a naked woman in her own bedroom. By this time I had briefly lost interest in lining up my camera for a photo, but somehow I had left it on video... I guess that was due to the very lovely distraction that Claire had provided.
Later she told me that it wasn't quite how it seemed. he hadn't 'lost her knickers' in the sense that she couldn't find them, nor had the wrap fallen to the ground by itself. She wanted to have sex and wasn't quite sure how to approach me. I told she should have just come out with it and I would have taken her to bed. As it turned out I did.
Claire told me that she hadn't made love with anyone for some time and as I had been recommended for my photography she planned our encounter in her bedroom. It transpired also LL, that my lovemaking elsewhere had gone before, although Claire wouldn't reveal a name.
To have that long-legged lovely lady lie on her back for me was quite a bonus and only the second woman I had made love to in Richmond... at that time. The first was someone that accompanied on a business trip for that insurance company I once worked for. Her name was Helen and we shared a bed for two nights in the hotel we stayed at in 2004.
Back to Claire and she was on her back. She asked me to be gentle as she 'hadn't had an outing for some time' as she put it. I buried my head between her legs to her surprise. To my surprise she said 'What are you doing?' So, I showed her. After she had come she told me no one had every done that to her before. She loved it and it paved the way for a pain free entry.
After we had finished and she had come again along with me, she invited me to share her large shower - it was a big house. While we showered I gave those lovely breasts of hers an inordinate amount of attention which along with the other caressing raised me up again. Claire was pleasantly surprised by that event and we quickly damp dried off and she pushed me down onto the bed.
I was pointing skyward at the sight of her lovely body climbing on top of mine and was watching her as she gentle lowered herself onto me fully docking moments later. She took all of me inside her and then started rocking. Then raising herself. It was extremely good for both of us LL. I had my hands where you might expect them to be...on her boobs. He damp hair was clinging to her head and shoulders and her face was a picture of pure ecstasy as she moved herself to her third orgasm. Not bad for a woman who hadn't had a natural orgasm with a man for many months and then to have a trio within two hours.
She didn't want me to go, but I did in the end. Claire and I met in the West End when I was in the UK and she would come back to my apartment after dinner or a show, or both and we would sleep together. Quite a nice arrangement for her as she loved the way I made love to her and for me between my other amanti.
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I was in Croatia for the first time in June 2006 when I was 'accosted' by this young English lady. Not on a vacation but nevertheless staying in a hotel right on the coast in Dubrovnik an nice upmarket place with lots of pool space and when I went some attractive women. However, I had two clients to see and some other business to conclude so it wasn't until the third day of my week there that I managed to spend some time poolside.
That was when I first saw 'Crazy' as I called her later. She was with tow other women seemingly on holiday. I'm not sure what they thought of me on a sun longer alone reading and taking an occasional look around, but there was some chatter and several glances in my direction. I thought nothing of it and in fact ignored them altogether eventually. That third day was the one clear day I had on that trip and I was going to relax LL, apart from sending you a couple of emails among many others to my various lovers.
After a morning's lounging I went up to my room to shower with a view to getting some lunch in an hour or so. I had removed my swimmers and was about to get in the shower when there was a knock on my door. I swiftly grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me and went to answer the door.
It was the lady above.
'Hi, I'm Miranda can I come in?' she said.
I was a little taken aback, but stepped to one side and let her in asking her how could I help and why was she knocking on my door.
The explanation was intriguing to say the least and Miranda was no silly girl type of woman. She told me her friends had a bet with her as she was the only one who had not 'hooked up' with any guys during their stay. The bet was that she couldn't get a lay not even with the 'older guy over there', referring to me. Apparently the bet had started out as a bit of fun, but Miranda had taken it on.
How did she find my room? That was easy she told me LL. She just walked by saw my key on the side table and noted the number. So here we both were me in just a towel and she in a tee shirt and shorts. I could see her nipples straining at the tee shirt so I knew there was nothing beneath. I was interested and she had nice legs too. Her next words were...
'Are you up for it?'
With that she took her top off and walked up to me and pulled my towel away. 'I see you are!' she said and giggled. She took her shorts off revealing a tight looking pussy LL and tan lines where her bikini had been.
From there I started on the journey that would fulfil her bet. I told Miranda that she was crazy walking into a stranger's room and trying to have sex to fulfil a bet, but now she here and were both up (and down) for it....That was when she said I could call her crazy LL. I lay down on the bed headboard at my head and 'Crazy' sat on my legs leaning back, her hands on my thighs.
This had two effects LL. It made her sweet pink breasts stand out on her chest and also placed her pussy at an angle that enabled her to slide it up and down the underside of my erection. As the clip from the video we took shows LL....
I couldn't reach her breasts so I had to 'satisfy' myself with stroking her thighs and backside. As you might imagine Crazy got herself well and truly ready. She eased back, eased up and then eased down impaling herself on my erection. For a change it was the woman who was pumping up and down first.
Her hands were on my chest so I was free and able to squeeze her breasts LL. She was really going for it LL and I knew she would come long before I did. Sure enough my prediction was fulfilled or if you like Crazy was. She came and collapsed down onto me moaning with pleasure. I could feel her pussy cramping against my erection.
Younger women have plenty of energy LL and it wasn’t more than afew moments before she rolled off onto her back and raised her legs and looking down through them at my erection. I had stood up and pulled Crazy down the bed.
‘Ready to go again?’ I asked her. She nodded smiled and said ‘Yes, please I love how thick you are it touches me everywhere’. I entered her and we started over. Entry was far easier and I really enjoyed the stimulation her tight pussy afforded. Then I guess you could say I got carried away in the heat of the movement and started fucking her really hard. ‘Oh my God was one of the phrases she uttered several times as I gave her everything I had. That was between her shouts moans and whimpering.
Then she exploded in another orgasm LL, followed rapidly by me....pumping and pumping. Depending how good the women has often determined my performance....and Crazy was very good.
I had two days left there. Miranda came to me two afternoons and two nights for more of what she wanted. I left on the third morning with her contact details. Did we meet again? Yes, but that’s another matter given where she lived....
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In life every action has consequences and the consequence of your action was what had me ending up in California in 2007....and indeed every year ever since, admittedly we had our west coast home in San Diego and I now have mine in LA and San Francisco.
Her name is Erika and she was almost too good to be true. At the time, on my commissions in the State, I was still having to pinch myself to make sure it wasn't all a dream. How did I get from seeing you and a plethora of otherwise fairly ordinary English women to being there in California photographing some very beautiful females. Not only that with some they provided me with a bonus that wasn't financial. A mutual benefit in kind you could say.
Erika was nigh on perfect. Her skin tone, her figure and those pretty much perfect breasts. I shot her in May 2007 on one of my trips. This was before I set out on my long, long road journey a little later in the year. That too brought more than a few benefits along the way. Erika engaged me to take a portfolio of shots which she wanted whittled down to about twenty. I took all the photos she wanted, way beyond the twenty we were going to distil. Then I left for my hotel where I was going to edit them and create an album of the twenty Erika liked best.
That took me until the early evening LL by which time I was eye weary and decided to go get something to eat. Back to the hotel and some mindless TV, I decided to tune into a Country and Western station on the radio and I relaxed by reading before sleep. The next morning I was due back at Erika’s home in Ventura with the photos.
Breakfast was large as is the way over here. I decided to tuck in and maybe skip lunch or just have some fruit and drive along the coast in the afternoon with my camera. I left the hotel for Erika’s at a civilised hour....for Erika. When I arrived and as I was expected the gates were open and I drove straight in and up to the house. I eventually found Erika in a bikini sitting in the shallow end of her pool with her head well above water, to keep her long hair dry I guessed. She got out to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.
Then she set about drying herself off from shoulders all the way down to her feet. Not a bad show to watch as I helped myself to coffee from the pot. Erika said maybe I could take some shots of her in her bikini before we reviewed yesterdays photos. I fetched my camera from the car.
When I returned she had removed her bikini top. She said that she hoped I didn’t mind! I said that it wasn’t the first women’s chest I had seen but that hers looked pretty superb. She thanked me and laughed LL. It seemed she was more than comfortable with my reaction. Looking at her that day and remembering you and your boobs, I was in pinch myself territory again.
Erika posed, I took photos. She became more daring and sensual and I took more photos. then she started rubbing her hands down her body and over her breasts. Finally she slipped one hand inside her bikini bottom and said would I like to take over! What a question LL!
Of course she knew the answer and I had suspected from when she went topless that she up or down for getting laid. In a way I couldn't believe she wanted me. I had lost weight after you went your way and I kept fit. To say she bent over backwards for me would be pretty much what happened.
We went inside I stripped off and she lost those bikini bottoms. In her day room, lounge whatever was a couch with low arms. I think it was a very light gray. Erika sat on the arm and guided my hand between her hot thighs to her even warmer pussy. I had to hold at least one of her beautiful breasts and I did. She held me, by which I mean, LL, she held my erection.
First one finger then two rubbing thrusting in and out. Erika performed something similar on me with her hand as I fondled her breast. Her breathing was getting faster.
'I'm ready - please now', she said and slowly fell back onto the couch. Her legs and bottom resting on the low arm and the former wide apart. The rest of her supported by three cushions hastily lined up the other side of the arm. I hooked her legs up with my arms and slowly guided myself into her open pussy. It was wet, warm and slick all over LL....and it was 'talking' to us, as you used to say.
There was no way I could reach Erika’s breasts LL. Too far away and the downward angle didn’t help so I held her legs, standing at the end of that couch. I may not have been able to reach them but Erika started squeezing them herself as we continued to fuck. Her pussy was wide and oozing her juices. I filled it from side to side I’m pleased to say...and she was too. Her pleasure was plain to see and hear. I wasn’t slow with my thrusts nor was I too fast but Erika arrived at her orgasm quite quickly, so I/we were doing something right.
When she did arrive at her ‘destination’ I stayed inside her as she cramped on me, still rigid. Then I withdrew and Erika closed her legs and rolled on her side drawing those lovely legs up toward her tummy. Finally, she stood. She said her legs were a bit wobbly as she came to me and I embraced her. Her breasts were firm and almost hard against my chest and my erection was between her legs. She was dripping onto me.
I took charge. I wanted her again and obviously I wanted to come. I turned her around standing at the end of the. Couch where movements ago she had been spread wide. I put my arms around her waist, slipped my cock between her legs and grabbed her boobs. When I did she gasped and then I bent her over a little. She digested the message quite quickly and placed her hands on the arm of that couch and opened her legs. I went straight in. Sliding easily all the way inside her.
Another gasp from her LL and then Erika said, ‘Oh yes, give it to me hard pleaseee!’
I did thrusting hard and regularly. This time I could reach her boobs and I gave them all the attention they deserved. Erika was moaning, shouting out even whimpering when she was taking more than she thought she could. I was inside this wonderful body of hers and my body and mind were fighting between wanting to come and yet wanting to enjoy her as long as I could. In the end I needn’t have worried on the latter score. In the moment I did indeed last a lot longer than normal to my own surprise.
Erika meantime was looking back at me periodically, her face a picture of frown, mouth open almost crying, her brow in an almost permanent frown. Then as she tossed her head back and let rip one great cry and I squeezed her tits, she came. I didn’t give her pause. She was still coming as I was still thrusting until I arrived as well. Her cramping and my pumping combined in a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction LL. She was definitely a ten!
It didn't end there even though I was due to move on in a few days. The next day we had sex in a far more comfortable place - her bed. Then just before I had to leave, my hotel room. Both occasions were memorable, so much so I was there again later that year and in 2008 and 2009. Do I still see here? Yes, now more than in the intervening years. She is in her mid to late forties and looks great on it.
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I love these wet shots, they are very sexy, but also accentuate the beauty of the individual. Another aspect of the new world you sort of sent me into. The shoot was a commission. The wet top was Flavia's idea. We had been shooting bikini shots, so thankfully we were on an empty beach that morning in that very Catholic country. Mind you what went on behind closed doors with my Italian women was and is an altogether different matter.
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She liked me to photograph her lots and make videos of our having sex. I sometimes had three tripods and three cameras all in different positions. Ver nice looking back at them too. I have one of you in the throes of coming as well, that you never ever knew about, until now. Mind you there is a big difference in the way you look now to the way you looked then.
Miriam was pretty neglected, but married when I met her by chance with another lady friend of mine called Catherine. Funnily enough it was in Selfridges restaurant, in 2016. I had walked across Hyde Park from my home in Knightsbridge for a light lunch with Catherine - something of a catch up chat as I had arrived from New England a few days before. Apparently she had bumped into Miriam in Selfridges and so I got to meet this attractive lady.
We chatted, we had lunch and shared a bottle of Chablis - Premier Cru of course. Catherine was half way through coffee when she had a call on her cell and told us she had to go and to keep ourselves amused. That turned out to be closer to the truth than that throw away remark was probably intended to mean.
After lunch Mirjam and I walked back toward our homes. A good walk and enough to do justice to our lunch. We talked and walked until we reached the spot where I would turn off for my home in Knightsbridge. Mirjam had a little further to go on toward Kensington. In fact about a half hours walk. I suggested a cab. She suggested that she would like to see where I lived, so she did.
She liked it. I showed her around. She saw all my camera gear laid out in one of my rooms. Asked if I would take her photo. Then asked where the bathroom was. I showed her. Some minutes later she called me. I had been getting a camera ready so I went up to the next floor (there are more than two LL) and knocked on the bathroom door. I wasn't expecting what I saw at all.
There was Mirjam standing virtually naked against the tiled wall of the bathroom wearing just the blouse she had worn earlier. There was no sign of her clothes or underwear. What she had done was wet the area over her breasts and ass, very effectively, giving prominence to both.
'Are you going to photograph me or stand there staring?' she said and laughed. I went into action and took shots from the front, back, side and … upward. She posed well as you can see from the one shot I have included above LL. I handed her a towel. She took her blouse off and dried herself, placing the blouse onto the towel rail.
Can you imagine what I was thinking and indeed seeing LL. Catherine’s friend in my home stark naked and someone I had only met for the first time just a couple of hours before. I watched her walk from that bathroom into the bedroom. The curve of her body the roundness of her butt. I am sure you can guess what was going through my mind....and it turned out, of course, through hers. She wanted to get laid.
Opportunities like this cropped up a lot more in the wealthy classes than in the others. Sex came easily to those ladies and Miriam was one of them. She turned around and I looked her up and down. She liked that and started cupping her breasts as I undressed. The sight of her, the way she was stroking her body had the required effect, so that by the time I was naked I was erect.
Before we got down to it and as Mirjam lay back, and on her back, on the bed, she asked me whether Catherine would mind! From that I guessed the latter had mentioned the affair I was enjoying with Catherine then (and now as Covid permits). It was/is an affair LL because she is married. Mirjam was divorced.
I uttered the usual line about if you don't tell her then I won't. Mirjam laughed, stretched out her arms in a welcoming gesture and as I walked toward her laying there on the bed she opened her legs which were draped over the end of it. She asked if this was the bed I had made love to Catherine on. I told her it wasn't. We were in fact in one of my guest rooms, appropriately. I knelt before her ad looked along her body at her slightly raised head and her 'twin peaks'. They looked superb and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.
As I lowered my head she said, 'Eat my pussy and make me come'.
I did as requested LL. She did as expected.
So wet and wide when I had finished. My hands had been on those superb boobs most of the time too and they were well engorged at the end. I stood and she just asked me to go right on in . I didn't need asking twice LL. I slipped inside her leaned over and sucked her breast, each in turn as I thrust. She moaned te first time a lot. This time she moaned and shouted out, some of it in Dutch, as I upped the pace from first to second gear if you follow - you should. During that short period her demeanor which prior to my fucking her had been a little 'commanding' now went to the other extreme.
She was begging. Begging me to fuck her hard. I was easily carried away by her yes's, moans, shouts of OMG and lots of oh's and came down on her hard repeatedly. It worked for her before me and she came again. Loads of cum emanating all over my groin and around her pussy. I withdrew still erect and told her to roll over. She did as she was told. Then I said for her to knell. Miriam knew what I wanted and kneeled with her legs apart her back arched a little and her pussy wet, wide and available. I went straight in LL. No messing like you did once.
Warm wet and sticky, the feeling was great. As a post lunch 'treat' fucking Mijam took some beating. I thrusted and thrusted, bring all sorts of moans from her. I reached round and squeezed her tits as I pinned her firmly onto me and then easing back slid in and out again faster and faster. I managed to keep it up for quite a while which is a compliment to her and her body. She gyrated under me which added to it and then as I felt myself getting there I spanked her bottom hard.
That made her clench, which was good for me and for her it helped her come again, which she did right on cue with me spouting forth. That was some afternoon which we repeated again a week later, but this time she stayed over and went out to dinner well away from Catherine's neighborhood.
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She's a feisty lady with a quick temper although she has never flared up with or at me. I really enjoy her lively company, maybe her ex-husband's didn't. She's moved to California now, which is where we went to bed together.
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The year is 2004, June to be exact. Now I bet you are wondering where. Wonder no more it was your home town, one Monday afternoon while you were at work. You were naïve then and probably still are now. Did you really think you could get away with going behind my back and there being no consequences. You home was useful to me as a base in the north. I hoped at the time that you would mend your ways, but you didn't and I know of course why you wouldn't commit.
That is why I went on my journey of pleasure and alternatives.
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I don't think I got the focus or exposure right on this shot, but then it was one handed and my left at that. Her exposure was another matter.
Her name is Amy and I met her in 2005 in Suffolk, not tooo far from Bury St Edmunds. Luckily for me it was in the opposite direction to a certain realtor (estate agent) I was to know in the future … in both senses of the word.
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The photos continued for a short while, a very short while after that then we were distracted...by each other and our appetites. Kim and I met regularly when my diary allowed for meals out in Norwich and around. Often we would go out several times a week and on her days off we would walk the beaches of north Norfolk or go to Sandringham. We were there many, many time over a period of I guess nearly five years.
In the winter months it was back to a warm house and perhaps some time in bed together. That is before went to bed. Kim always slept in the nude as I did and still do. Averaged over the years she gets one of my rare tens. She still lives near Norwich to this day.
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She commissioned me for a shoot part of which is the photo above. She knew I was wealthy not only from friends but also because when we discussed the shoot she came to my newly acquired place in Knightsbridge. The shoot actually took place in her home LL. Therefore she felt secure that there was no agenda and of course there was the age gap.
Fact is while I chatted to her during the shoot - I have to do that with every subject, crack a few jokes make them think of nice things … or sexy ones - Antonia unloaded herself to me. She told me how she felt, how demanding and bitchy her world was, how lonely she truly felt. She told me that her public persona was just a front behind which she hid.
I have frequently found LL that because I am behind the camera and possibly seen as not really there, a lot of women have opened up to me, sharing their feelings and some of their innermost thoughts.
Antonia let pretty much everything out. Whether she thought I had a sympathetic ear or whatever, I don’t know. She just said she found it easy to talk to me, easier than anyone else in her life apparently. That outpouring LL ended up in tears. At which point I stopped and told her to take a break. What she did next surprised me.
She came straight over to where I was standing and asked me to hold her, to hold her tight. I did and she stayed pressed tight against my body for what seemed like quite a long time. My face was against her hair and face. Antonia clung to me. Then gradually she eased back and kissed me on the lips - first time almost to receive a kiss from someone with celebrity status.
That kiss was just on the lips closed mouth, but then the second time she kissed her arms went around my neck and her mouth was open. It seemed there was still a lot pent up inside her LL. Then she asked me to take her to bed. I remember she turned her phone off and we made love of course. Nothing overtly too carnal, more sensitive and gentle.
Then she fell asleep in my arms until quite late in the afternoon. Neither of us had eaten lunch. We didn't go out - her face is too well known for that, so we ate a snack in her kitchen. Me in my boxers and her in a dressing gown...and nothing else. At that point she checked her calls made a couple herself and returned to finish her drink. She asked me if I would stay with her that night or even if could.
I did after making just one call. I checked her cupboards and fridge and we cooked a meal together. Antonia changed into pyjamas and I dressed again and we ate the meal, a risotto, drank some excellent wine she had and talked. She wanted to know a lot more about me this time LL. Finally we went to bed, made love twice and then slept.
She is even more attractive in her early forties and I meet her from time to time as both our travels allow. She loves my New Hampshire spread because it is so private and she can just be herself there. She married again, incidentally, but that ended. She calls me her non-judgemental security blanket. I have to admit I have been there twice to pick up the pieces from her life.
I think few people really understand her, but she knows I do.
The photo above was taken in 2009.
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