Diary

For LL

Here's some of her diary LL. Happy reading. More appreciated by others than ever I was by you. This follow the copy emails I posted.

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Diary of a Woman Awakened

April 2005


Wednesday

I have by accident or fate met a wonderful man. A man who has awakened me in ways I never imagined possible. He is kind, considerate, generous and has the most wonderful smile and eyes that melt my heart. Writing these words he seems too good to be true, but he isn't. I have pinched myself a thousand times and told myself this isn't happening. It started when I saw him pitch in and help at an event at the church hall that I had organised to raise money for a loo at the church. He was just one of fifty guests but he pitched in with the clearing up that evening. I liked him from the start and when we spoke I thought he was a really nice man. I had no idea where it would lead.

Thursday a.m.

This is my second entry. The first was written in retrospect. Today I was at the church doing a few things. Husband at work children at school and the village quiet. As I walked out from the church I saw a man putting a bag into the boot of a car in the church car park. As I walked down the path to the car park I called out a cheery hello. He looked up and to my surprise it was the man from the previous evening. He explained he had been taking photographs by the village lake before he headed home to Norfolk and hoped I didn't mind his parking in the car park. I reassured it him that it was alright. I was on my way to the church hall so I decided to offer him a hot drink. He accepted and we walked the few yards to the hall.

As we approached the inner glass doors I could see him watching me and in particular my arse. Something happened to me then that I can't explain and am not sure I want to. I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that wanted this man to make love to me. I felt hot and a little flushed at the thought but I think managed to control the blush I felt on my face. I filled the kettle and had every intention of making tea. The good Lord knows what I was thinking then because I just took my jeans off and my knickers with them. I hadn't given a thought as to what he would think or do. When I now look back I feel it might all have gone very wrong.

It didn't. As I found out to my delight he is a highly sexed man and my availability although  I thought sluttish, I think, was not refused. So today a man made love to me in the church hall while I bent over the sink. This is how it happened. He said nothing just walked over took me by the waist kissed me on the neck and then moved his hands up under my clerical top and undid my bra. I pushed it up and away from my tits as I heard him undo his belt and lower his trousers. His hands were warm and he made me tingle all over as I felt his fingers begin to explore my breasts. I felt his left hand holding my breast and squeezing me. I was very wet and I just parted my legs as the longing for sex took over I wanted him inside me quickly and soon.

He placed his cock between my legs. I could feel it was large and ready. He found me and the sensation I felt today of his cock sliding between the lips of my vagina was wonderful. Even now this afternoon as I write this I can't believe what I did and what i enjoyed just a few hours ago.

I am staring out of my window recalling what happened next. I bent forward right over the sink and remember looking out of the window onto the village street and thinking what if someone sees me. At least I had the forethought to lock the doors. Another thought entered my head and I switched the kettle on in the hope that the windows would steam up.

I feel his cock between my legs now and I have just crossed them to stop anything more happening today. Before it all happened I said fuck me hard and fast I think. He did. The sensation of another man entering me as he did was so different to the usually limp offering from my husband. He filled me side to side and all the way in. God I can still feel it as I write this. I gripped the edge of the sink as he entered me in and out again and again hard against me and hard inside me. I felt his swollen balls hitting my clitoris but that wasn't  what made me come in the end it was the way his cock repeatedly hit that spot just inside me that did it. I came like I had never come before. Usual my husband finishes before I have even reached a climax. This today was so different and so very wonderful.

He was still hard even as I was contracting repeatedly on his cock. He kept going  he was still hard inside me and then my God I came again. I have never felt that before ever. He came too with a groan. I am know I was noisy with my moans but feeling him shoot inside me and that male grunt as he did was so sexy. I just wanted him to take me in his arms and cuddle me. He did. He turned me round kissed me and enveloped me in his arms. What a wonderful feeling that was. The best feeling.

I thought we might lie together in the back storeroom for a while I didn't want him to just take me then leave. He had no intention of doing that as he helped me lay out some cushions on the floor. We were both naked. I could feel he was watching me as I bent over and laid them out. I told him how wonderful our sex was and that it was the best I had ever had. He smiled and asked if I wanted to do it again. That really surprised me . My experience until today has been  just feeble attempts at unsatisfying sex once a week if I'm lucky. Now here was a man who wanted me twice within an hour!

Thursday p.m.

Back to the diary after writing Sunday's sermon. How opposite are the two documents. One spiritual the other unashamedly carnal.

The storeroom and me lying on my back with this lovely man kneeling between my open legs. I look and can see his cock is still sticky and wet from before. He's getting there for the second time but I want to encourage that gorgeous appendage even more so I take it my hand and caress it into something larger. His hands are on my thighs stroking me. I love it so much. Then he moves to my hips but doesn't linger before his hand is moving across my tummy.

Then I feel the warmth of his hands encircling my breasts. Oh my it is so very good that thought. I full them engorged and my nipples responding by going hard. I want him to suck them. He's hard too now, rigid and seeking a home. He lowers himself towering over me as his tongue flicks my nipples in turn. I guide him into me so easily this time. I am more than ready.

That feeling has hit me again as I remember his entry, so I am crossing my legs even tighter as I write this. He took things slowly and beautifully rotating his cock around in side me and the pleasure it gave me this morning was fabulous.It seemed like hours that he pleasured me in this way but it wasn't of course. I came again when he found a particular spot in side me. I think it's called the G-spot. I will have to look it up. I'm so ignorant of these things. He isn't.

He hadn't finished  but he did make love much faster and coming down on my clitoris as he did I had another orgasm then it was over as I felt him come inside me. We lay in each others arms in that windowless room for a little while before getting dressed. I said I wanted to see him again and he agreed. Then shortly after he was gone. I have his email address and will be in touch. That word touch and his touch, so electrifying, so wonderful. 

Friday

I slept well last night alongside my boring husband thinking of the events the day before. I must be careful not to mention his name in my sleep! Apparently I shouted it out yesterday in the throes of my climaxes but have no recollection that I did.

Today is tempered by the rain outside the approaching weekend and my duties as vicar. I must try to banish thoughts of sex from my mind. It isn't that easy as this morning I received an email from my lover saying how much he enjoyed the excitement yesterday and how much he liked me. Sitting here with my hair tied back in a pony tail and again in old jeans I have never thought as myself as beautiful but his word in the mail make it clear he sees me as very beautiful and desirable.

I am am going to buy a pay as you go mobile today so we can stay in touch - that word again touch. I see sex in almost every word I write and thought that I think. What is happening to me? Whatever it is I don't want it to stop.

Later

I have the phone now and can call him and text. Not today though family and church have to have my attention.

Sunday

Morning service has been and gone. The usual faces there and I think my sermon went down well. I am taking Evensong at my other parish  later but have been giving thought to how to spend two days in Norfolk and have a plan. I will let my lover know tomorrow when family and church are not uppermost in my mind.

Monday

We talked forever on the phone. He called me which was nice but he knew I was free. We talked of the visit and I am going to drive there on Wednesday. I am going under false pretences of course. A visit to the shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham and a visit to Norwich Cathedral.

I can't wait. My only partner has been my husband and what he does with me my only measure of sex apart from masturbation. Now I feel sexually alive after last week. I feel I have burst out of something restrictive and binding. My lover, I will call him F, I think, has told me that he has devised a way to organise that other woman out of his life. She has been cheating on him anyway. Now I will have him to myself.

Tuesday

I'm excited. The anticipation is unbearable. I want him to hold me in his arms to fuck me senseless and do whatever he wishes with me. I have lots of naughty thoughts now. Ways in which we can have sex, the things he does to me in my fantasies. Tomorrow can't come quick enough.

Wednesday

I change after my husband and the children have left and put on makeup. I don't wear very much normally. I'm wearing a summer dress mid thigh length and on a whim and a naughty thought I remove my knickers and put them in my bag and set off for Norfolk and two days of wondrous sex.

Friday

I am back home. Exhausted, elated happier than I have ever been and feeling very fulfilled as a woman. I will write up what happened later but I have told F about this diary which is stored online and password protected. I have given him the password. 

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Hope you found her diary enlightening. It was written in Spring 2005 which, if you cast your mind back, will tell you something. I will post a little more in due course.

Ciao

The Parsons Tale

For LL

I'm playing about with the title here. It is part of the poetic cycle by Geoffrey Chaucer called The Canterbury Tales. I'm sure you'll get the double meaning...and the coincidence

I promised a short while ago to let you see some of the things that my vicar, back in the UK, wrote during our affair all those years ago, so here goes.....

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'When we were clearing up after C's lecture on Thursday last and with all those retired academics and their boring wives around, I found our banter quite refreshing. You made me laugh in all the chaos of clearing up. I thought from your reaction that you were interested in me.

Imagine my surprise when you turned up in the car park the following morning. I really liked you from the off. The tea which we never had was a genuine offer. It was only as we were walking to the hall that I started to think about having sex with you. I saw you watching my arse in the door reflection. Once we were in the kitchen and  I had locked the door I knew I wanted you to take there and then. I locked that door for a reason.

You rose to the occasion when I slipped my jeans and knickers off in all senses of the phrase. Occupandi temporis. Even then I wondered how you would react but you came through.

Our sex was wonderful and exciting. As I told you my husband is a boring man and he is also lacking in his attention to me sexually. I can't leave because of the children and to an extent the Church, so our time together was a wonderful, wonderful release. I have not felt so fulfilled for as long as I can remember.

When you were inside me in the storeroom it was like nothing I have experienced before. You were hard and thick and filled me, but the way you explored all of me inside was out of this world. You are a wonderful lover.

I want more and hope you want me too. I have bought a pay as you go phone so we can keep in touch the number is 07754 ********. I will try and make it to Norwich but there is also another venue I have in mind where we won't be disturbed. Be in touch soon xxx'

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That is most of the first mail I received LL.

It was quickly followed by this one:

'Thank you for your last mail and the glowing way you talked of our sex together. I want more. That other woman you spoke of doesn't deserve you or what you offer. I want you all to myself. 

I think I can get to your place next Wednesday and Thursday. I have an idea that will allow me to be away for two nights. I know you are in London from Friday. Will call when I can confirm.

I've been thinking as well about what you can do to me. I'm aching for your cock inside me, aching as I write this email (in the vestry!). How naughty of me.

When I bent over the sink naked from the waist down I was teasing you, as you know. But when you took me from behind, removed my bra and squeezed my tits, you took my breath away and took me to somewhere I've never been and touched me in parts never before touched.

That was the first time I have ever had sex from behind and I want you to do it again, and again :-) I want you to reach down and play with my clitoris as well and put your fingers inside me, squeeze my tits and nibble my nipples. I'm getting wet just writing this.

Then I want to sit on your cock and ride you as you play with my breasts. I want you to take me wherever you wish. This getting too much, I'm so horny for you I had better stop.

I'm supposed to be writing Sunday's sermon!'

The other woman that she mentions, in the mail above, is you LL.

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 After her first visit to my Norfolk house. the following week. she wrote this:

'I should do the formal thing first I suppose so thank you for the wonderful meal in Norwich on last Wednesday evening and for the dinner you cooked on Thursday, that was really delicious.

When I was up at Cambridge studying theology I was Miss Goody Two Shoes, morally. As you know I met my husband there and married soon after. That was my life until the last two weeks when you unlocked my wild side and awakened my sexuality. It has been beautiful and wonderful. I hope you don't mind but I have started a diary (on line with a password) of our affair. No names just my record of our trysts. I will give you the password which is xxxxxxxx

Now I know that you don't think I'm some sort of slut, I know you weren't shocked by the fact that I drove all the way to you wearing no knickers. I couldn't wait when I arrived and our coffee got cold too. Another drink we missed. It's becoming our calling card.

When you stood behind me by the Aga and unzipped my dress then placed your hands on my shoulders to slide my bra straps off, you hit me with an electric shock. I felt a quiver from head to toe. I love your large, warm and smooth hands on my body. I feel wanted, desired and in some small measure loved, whatever that means. You were so gentle and attentive and also being there in just your shorts and shirt which you removed immediately so we were equal in our nudity

Even when you were undoing my bra, I was desperately wanting you to hurry but as you said much of sex is in the anticipation and I am learning you are right. As much as I wanted you to grab me and take me straight away I really enjoyed the way you caressed my thighs and back before turning me around and kissing. You certainly are a great kisser and being held in your arms and against you body made me feel safe and secure and wanted.

You may not know it but when you place your hands on my waist and hold me there it is a wonderful feeling. When you did that in your kitchen and looked into my eyes, I thought I want this to go on for ever. That second kissing session triggered me well and truly and I know how much you wanted me from what was happening with your cock. I hope you enjoyed it when I let you slip it between my legs and tease my wet vagina.

When you put your hands on my buttocks and started squeezing gently and apart I knew I must have you there and then. I hope there are no marks on your settee. Taking me there, as you did in the church hall, is exciting to me, especially with the curtains wide open in the morning. It brings risk into our liaison which I find makes me even more horny.

I wanted to be on my back on the settee with you inside me straight away but in fact when you followed me into the lounge and put your arms around me from behind and kissed my neck, I knew you were doing it for me and it was very erotic. Then when both of your hands took my tits and cupped them I knew you knew how a woman is aroused and how a woman needs that attention. The fact you didn't just grab them was nice. The way you used your fingers on each side working slowly to my nipples was very arousing as you know. I have never had such hard nipples as last Wednesday. Well until Thursday anyway :-)

Then our sex on the settee that was wonderful and you are so hard and erect each time. The way you slowly thrust inside me coming right up against my clitoris I thought I would die. Until I met you I had never had a multiple orgasm and now it has happened three times!  I also love the way you stay inside me afterward. That is very considerate. I as a woman love that.

Then when we went to bed after getting back from Norwich I thought you would just want to sleep but you didn't. That was the third time that day you made love to me and then in the morning when you brought me tea. I think that was the best ever.

I had heard girls talk of squirting before but in my ignorance had no idea it meant female ejaculation. I think that when you stood by the bed and entered me it must have been the way you make love and the angle because the feeling was overwhelming. I thought I had blacked out for a moment when I climaxed but you said my eyes just rolled up and then I squirted all over the sheet and you. I felt embarrassed at that but when you explained I felt much better.

Each time we are together you seem to manage our sex twice. I am impressed by your sexuality and stamina as I told you. Keep it up please, please, please. Sorry about the pun there it was intended. The second time when I knelt on the bed and offered myself from behind was fantastic too. I liked it that you were fast and hard with me and a little rough in grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. Somehow it enhanced our second coming even more. Note the religious reference:-)

Thursday night was heaven too. You were gentle and kind and very attentive to my need. That massage was so very good and squeezing into the bath was very erotic as well.

Apart from our sex, the moment I loved the most of our nearly two days together was in the restaurant last Wednesday when we had had more than a little wine or at least I had and you took both my hands in yours and looked into my eyes and said nothing but just smiled. For me it was so lovely and romantic.

I must end now but will start the diary soon. I will call later. I wonder what my lovely parishioners would think if they could read this'

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 Here's another email that followed quite closely on the two above LL:

'I have some fantasies. I'm not sure what you will think but since you have awakened my sexuality it has exploded and my mind has been filled with naughty thoughts. When you were down between my legs the last time we were together and started using your tongue on me I was amazed and loved it. I had never experienced that before and it was the best.

The things that you have done to me have made my physical life soar from virtually nothing to heights I never thought achievable. I know we can only ever be lovers but I want our affair to last and last. Being apart more often than together makes it all the more desirable to me and knowing that you desire me as much as I do you is just the very best feeling.

I know you love my body and my breasts in particular. That thought makes me tingle in that area as I write this. I love the way you take the lead too and want to do whatever gives you pleasure because I know that it will give me the same.

I mentioned fantasies earlier. Maybe that isn't quite the right word. It conjures up images of dressing up and other kinky things. What I really mean is I want to experiment with you. After all they say variety is the spice of life!

I imagine having sex in a shower with all that lather and you using your hands to make sure the whole of my body is covered while you take me from behind. My arse thrust against your groin and your hard cock between my legs aching to enter me. My vagina ready and open for you.

We haven't yet had sex with me on top. I have never had sex that way. Just the usual boring way with my husband. You can reach up and play with my breasts, pinch my nipples and caress me while I lower myself onto that wonderful cock of yours.

I thought about that long desk in your study the other night as I lay in bed at home. I imagine myself standing there in my undies as you remove my bra and play with my tits. then slide your hand into my knickers and find me wet then rub my clitoris until I am close to a climax. I climb onto your desk and then you enter me from behind while I grip the desk and you take me to nirvana.

I will stop there as imaging (that should be imagining but I think I was right - a Freudian slip!) all this and writing it is making me very wet at the thought. I will have to change my underwear!

I have been thinking about your invitation to stay at your London apartment for a couple of days. I would really like that but I will have to think of how I can plan it. I have promised  to look after a parishioner's house while they are away in Spain for a couple of months. It is in the other parish I look after. I had quite a naughty thought that we might meet there sometime soon. It would have to be after dark as I don't think you should be seen there. The thought is quite exciting.

Now you have your new place in Cambridge and now it is finished, things will be so much easier for me. It can't come soon enough neither can I :-) Until next time.' 

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I might blog some of her diary sometime LL. In the meantime, as you can read above I was very much appreciated elsewhere, while you were playing around behind my back. The affair here took place from summer 2005 thru most of 2006, apart from when I was away in Italy.

It wasn't exclusive - we both knew that. After all she had a husband to sleep with and I had quite a few other 'irons in the fire', including you ironically and, briefly, in September and October of 2005. A last 'hurrah' I guess you could say. I found it quite amusing that I was able to lay you several times before engineering our parting and leaving you to your petty machinations. You and the vicar - poles apart in type and in age.

I remember you saying when I played the 'game' after our parting, that you wouldn't see me again because we would get into bed and that would be that, you wouldn't be able to let me go because the way I made love was so good for you. It was your loss other women's' gain. As you said back then you always made the wrong decisions and you did!

Ciao

Preaching to The Converted or All Rev..ved Up

For LL

I've held back on this encounter LL, for some years. It will become obvious why as you read on.

Whilst living in Norfolk and also spending time in my London apartment, I occasionally stayed with friends and family in various parts of the country. One such occasion led to what I am about to relate.

I had been invited to Cambridge by friends there, connected with my pharma company. The occasion was a lecture at a church hall outside of Cambridge which they thought I might like. As it also included a three course meal, it seemed a good idea. I was to stay over as the event finished late in the evening.

I guess I should describe the church hall. First of all it is modern, with a modern kitchen and full central heating. At least it was then. The kitchen was set off to the side, in the bottom part of an 'L' shape. Consequently, the kitchen window faced the main street in the village and the pub across the road.

All of this was separated from the road by a large swathe of lawn.

The evening came and the lecture as far as i recall was good and interesting. The meal was also excellent, having been prepared by three people involved with the organization of the event. Toward the end of the evening, my friends, man and wife helped with the clearing up and I pitched in also. There were an assortment of elderly ladies in the kitchen washing up and drying. Among the people clearing up was a the vicar, an attractive woman in her late thirties, dressed in jeans and a clerical shirt, or top, in light blue, topped by a dog collar. As we cleared things away she chatted to me in a very friendly fashion, almost verging on flirtation. I found her to be really pleasant company.

The following day before setting off to Norfolk I decided to re-visit the village which sported a lake and take some photographs. I parked up in the church car park which was empty and headed back up the road to the lake. I managed to get some good shots, it was October, and several really good ones of herons. After about an hour and a half, I hoisted my camera bag onto my shoulders and headed back to the car park.

As i was shrugging the bag off my shoulders, I heard someone say 'hello again'. It was the lady vicar dressed as she was the day before but with a jacket that was open. She asked what I was doing there again and I explained that I had spent a couple of hours walking round the lake taking photos.

She told me she was heading to the church hall and would I like tea or coffee to warm me up. I said yes and we walked over from the church to the hall chatting as we did.

She unlocked the front door to the hall then once inside re-locked it. I knew there was a door from the kitchen, so I reckoned that was why. We walked through the hall to the far right corner and into the kitchen. The sound of our shoes on the hall floor dying away as we did so.

I had followed the vicar, whose name will remain undisclosed, into the kitchen. Not a bad view from where I was. Neat waist heading out around her hips in the figure hugging jeans. Then I banished those thoughts from my head. Here was the local vicar about to make me a cup of tea...all very English.

She filled the kettle, organized mugs and tea bags.  I leaned against the counter watching her and talking.  Then she turned from the kitchen sink and put the kettle on it's base, without switching it on. She leaned against the sink and looked across at me and said that she enjoyed talking with me the evening before. Then she said to come over to where she was. As I did she turned to the window her back toward me. She was fiddling with something at waist height.

It turned out to be her belt  and zip because right there and then she pulled her trousers off. By the time I reached her she had completed the disrobing and stood there, somewhat incongruously, in panties and a clerical top complete with dog collar. She turned, put her arms round my neck and reached up and kissed me. I kissed her back. She pressed herself hard against me, which was pretty arousing bearing mind what she was wearing.

We took a brief breather and then she kissed me again but this time undoing my belt as she did so. Then my zip and then she pulled both my trousers and boxers down so that my erect cock was revealed, standing proud and ready. She slipped  off her briefs. We were equal but I wanted to explore her breasts by now. She turned. I slipped my hands up under her clerical blouse and undid her bra. There was no way it would come off completely so I just pushed it up out of the way and grabbed her pert firm boobs.

She wanted me to squeeze them hard, so I did. Her legs parted, she gripped the edge of the sink and she said, to my surprise, fuck me hard and fast.

You have to visualize the scene LL. Here we were locked into the church hall, me and the vicar. both lacking our lower underwear, she facing the window and any passing parishioners that cared to glance that way and me behind and about to...

At that point she reached across and put the kettle on.

As she stretched to hit the button on the kettle her top rode up revealing the underside of her left breast and the dangling bra strap. For a minute, just a minute, I seemed to be divorced from the scene like some outside observer, looking at a woman wearing clerical cloth but naked from the waist down. It seemed surreal for a moment. Then I came back - she was a woman, a willing woman who wanted me.

It dawned on me quite quickly, as to why she had put the large kettle on.

She had now returned to her upright position by the sink in front of the window that looked out at the village road and pub across the street. Now she said. I moved up against her ass and she bent forward over the sink thrusting herself toward me and presenting her pussy.  As I manoeuvred into her entrance I found she was wet and engorged/swollen and very receptive. I started slowly not wishing to force my way in. I needn't have bothered as we co-joined quite slickly in every sense of the word, LL.

The kettle was getting started, as were we. There were the tiny rumblings of water churning in the kettle. It turned out to be our accompaniment. As I took her from behind our joint tempo matched that of the kettle gradually coming to the boil. I didn't do all the work - she thrust her butt against me as much as I thrust into her. We were an exact match I filled her and she was nice and tight around my cock...and very wet.

As we fucked each other there in the kitchen me holding her boobs and thrusting. I felt her boobs getting harder and harder, her nipples like organ stops (nice pun I thought, LL) and my pleasure immense. She loved it all and said so several times between panting and gasping. She asked me to spank her as she neared her climax. I smacked her hard on the right buttock which raised her gasps a few notches, again she said. I did and also finding her G-spot simultaneously. She moaned and moaned, and then she came... just before the kettle boiled.

I continued a little longer, to her delight and more, for it made her enjoy a multiple orgasm. I couldn't hold myself any longer. I went into 'top gear' and let her have all that I had. As I did I felt her come again. Her pussy tightening very nicely around my cock and her buttocks clenching. She stayed in her position bent over the kitchen sink for a few moments after I withdrew, her ass with one cheek reddened from my spanking and her pussy dripping. Her boobs were dangling out of her top.

We were both pretty 'steamed up' and so was the kitchen window, which was just as well given how the vicar had been behaving....or misbehaving ... depending on how you viewed things.  That was a real novelty and I thought quite a sexy thought from the vicar, to have the kettle boil as we did, in unison. I told her so and she just smiled and sashayed across the kitchen toward me. I watched.

Her legs were long and lithe, what hair she had around her pussy accentuated that area and through her clerical top I could see her nipples standing proud. She, like wise surveyed me. I was standing there in just my shirt and, incongruously, my socks. She was looking at neither. She looked at me, looked at my cock looked at me and then having come really close, took it in her hand and started working on it. I pulled her top over her head and took off my own shirt. She had, by now, removed her dog collar. I leaned down, slightly.

She had her hair tied back in a pony tail, for speed I guess, and I kissed her on the neck, just below each ear. She wore perfume but it was subtle and very pleasant. She was caressing my back with one hand and my cock with the other. Her hard nipples brushing against my chest. I reached down and played with her clit. We were both sticky and she was still engorged down there and wet.

She turned and led me by the hand out of the kitchen. A very short corridor separated the hall from the kitchen and led to a storeroom. It had no windows so she turned on the light and closed the door. The room was three quarters occupied by chairs stacked in fours and various boxes Among them were seat cushions and some folded blankets. We both knew what we wanted and in seconds had half a dozen cushions and a blanket laid out on the floor.

Watching her body moving around arranging the cushions, bending down, with her lovely boobs hanging free like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked and her pussy wet and ready facing me was all the arousal I required.

She laid down and parted her legs wide I knelt between them, caressing her legs slowly, moving up to her thighs, negotiating the curve of her hips and flattening my hands across her smooth tummy. Both hands ended up on her boobs, 'mmmm' was the response. She took my erection in her hand and worked it slowly until I was truly 'locked and cocked'.

As I supported myself on my hands, I looked down at her. Beneath me was a beautiful woman. Her boobs firm and erect even laying on her back, her legs drawn back and held by her own hands and her face already flushed in anticipation. Hard to believe that this was the local vicar who had seized an opportunity with someone she barely knew.

She said, this is the missionary position - quite appropriate don't you think. I nodded and smiled as I guided myself into her again.  A small gasp from her but entry was very easy given her readiness. This time we took things at a leisurely pace...long and slow was requested.  Not the hard and fast she wanted earlier.

So it was. We made love slowly and leisurely, enjoy every moment and both coming together at the end. Such simultaneous events rarely happen in my experience, so this was rather special.

Later after cleaning up, tidying up and restoring the storeroom we left the hall. As we parted I said, for appearances sake, thank you vicar. She had to stifle a laugh as she slowly walked to the church and me to my car.

It didn't finish there.

Before we left the hall she said she wanted to see me again and again. Her diocese was Ely. I lived near Norwich another diocesan area, so no excuse to make that trip on her part, but...she did, on the pretext of visiting the cathedral in that City. Without her clerical dress, we dined together in a good Italian restaurant in Norwich some two weeks later and spent most of the weekend in bed! Mine.

That continued off and on as the need and opportunity arose

I guess LL you should know she was/is married. Not only being a vicar, but a married one was doubly 'sinful', I guess. But, she was a passionate woman, married to a boring husband and completely lacking excitement or experimentation in her life.

She wrote to me extensively over the years from 2004 thru 2007 and we continued our affair at various intervals, and at various locations. Some of that writing was quite erotic and well written, as you might imagine LL, from an educated woman. Maybe I will post some for your edification.

She was, still is probably, an exciting woman and in no way the image a lady vicar might conjure up.

As you have no doubt realized, life for me was far from boring after you cheated on me in 2004.

The photo below isn't the vicar but it will give you some idea of my view from the other side of that kitchen!

Ciao

S3 (2)

LL

These are all from one portfolio LL Named and numbered S3 in my system. I don't suppose that is of interest. However, I'm sure you will wonder at these varied shots and venues. My funds/wealth enabled me to travel widely as you have no doubt surmised. It also opened lots of doors for my photography and business interests. That combined with knowledge, an entrepreneurial spirit and a shrewd trained mind presented me with many opportunities, after I was 'free' of you.

Along the way I had many encounters, with many women. Sometimes 'running' with two or three at a time, in different locations. Some weeks never without a bed buddy on each and every day/night. Really surprised myself after the dead relationship that you conjured up through your behavior. 

Below are just a few. Some are purely commissions, but not all.

Relaxing in Fort Myers, Fl 2005

Remember how warm it was in Florida (still is of course). Then how cool it was inside, after the heat?

The photo above was taken at a place you once knew LL. After lounging by the pool all morning a little exercise was called for. We skipped the malls and spent the best part of that afternoon in the bedroom...'exercising'. This was 2005. You can see the photo above - one of many I took of Kerry. I guess I don't need to go into detail. I'll just leave it to your imagination.

Lost in France - A Commission - 2006

A sophisticated lady and French, naturellement. This was a commission for her and who knows who else. I was in Paris on a series of commissions, having flown over from London. If memory serves she lived in the 8th Arrondissement - Avenue Montaigne. She had a beautiful home in classic French style and a beautiful body which adorned with minimal jewelry.

The shoot started with shots of her in her home in a series of clothes and several portrait shots. I had all my lighting gear - I keep equipment in a number of locations - and two cameras. After we had reviewed the morning shoot and enjoyed a light lunch that she produced. She asked if I would take shouts of her partially dressed and naked. A 'no brainer' as far as I was concerned!

So it was LL that I had sex with my first classy French woman. I have no idea why she 'wanted' me, at least back then I didn't. But it seemed she had a need and wanted me to fill it. Fill it I did, twice. You could say filled to overflowing given the amount of liquids exchanged. I can still recall her perfume while I write this.

Sanibel Surprise - 2004

After your time LL, I spent many a happy day out on Sanibel. When I sold various investment properties in FM and Cape Coral I decided I would like a place on the Island. So I bought one. It has since been sold on but we still own another place there that we bought in 2008.

What you observe above is a snapshot of one of those happy days. Happy, in that it was 2005 and I knew you were playing around, so I felt 'free'. I didn't want to, not then, but as I could see that your interest lay (that's a very appropriate word!) elsewhere, I didn't feel guilty, or restrained. I knew about that man from March onward. The computer you used was wide open.

Back then I rented a cottage on Sanibel as I only had WLC and wanted to be somewhere a little less obvious and also of course I love the Islands (Sanibel and Captiva).

Renting right across the street was this lady - the one above - by herself, like me. After a few days of just waving, we got to talking. My place had a small pool, hers didn't, so I asked her if she would like to use mine (it was about the same size as my Norfolk one). She did and came over a couple of times the first day. Once when I was there in the afternoon and once in the morning. Nothing happened LL. She swam in  her bikini and we chatted and drank a couple of beers.

Vikki is Canadian and was on a vacation. I decided to ask her to dinner that afternoon and she agreed. I booked a place on the mainland and we headed off early evening in my car

Old Friends London 2004

We frequently re-acquainted ourselves - that is, the lovely lady who was my close neighbor and also her breasts. As you can see they were very...full. She liked to be filled too. One has to oblige and so I did whenever required.

Commission - Netherlands 2006

This was taken in Eindhoven (Netherlands) in 2006. By then I was well established and I had multiple introductions to various commissions. Great body and a lovely lady who wanted sexy lingerie shots. No further action on my part on this occasion.

Commission.... - Kensington, London 2007

I thought I was commissioned for a series of photos for  her, and I was. But....she had other ideas as I found out, as I often did, towards the end of our day of shooting. She posed for this shot and I quite like it with the shadow and the curves of her body.

I became closely acquainted with those curves during the late afternoon and evening. LL, I will never cease to be amazed at how easy it was to get laid with so many women, but I guess their need, their neglect, in some cases and a little nymphomania in others, explains it. Mandy (Amanda), above, was gorgeous.

Paris, France, Naturally - Commission of Sorts 2006

It started with a kiss...to quote the song. In fact it started much earlier than that.

But the evening ended after we had returned from the opera and I found out that my companion, above, had gone 'commando' the whole evening, LL. I think at this point I said stop, and took the photo above.

She lived/lives in the 4th District a very desirable area. I had photographed her previously ... with her clothes on. I let her know I was in Paris for various commissions - I was a frequent visitor - and she suggested the opera as she had two tickets and no escort. I agreed and wearing my tuxedo I took her there and back again to her luxurious place in the 4th District. 

While she was divesting herself of her skirt (Chanel of course), she said you are staying aren't you. In answer I stood as she let her skirt fall to the ground and , being a gentleman, helped her out of her bra.

From there to the bedroom with various interruptions and two naked bodies were soon entangled caressing and kissing. Legs opened, something went hard and erect, and a night of lovemaking ensued 

In a Garage - Somewhere in England 2005

I always think it adds to my photos if some are shot in industrial, derelict or functional surroundings, which is how this one ended up being taken in a garage.

Just the other side of the door was a busy street which added to the fun, or so Sue said. I met her through an intro from a female friend who I had taken shots of  - innocent ones. Unlike her friend Sue wanted a little more from her photos, hence the shot above with the partially removed bra. The shoot stayed innocent on this occasion, but ...

Naughty Mademoiselle - Provence, France 2007 

Why you stick to Spain, I will never know. By comparison Provence is heaven and there are some very nice women there too, like this one above!

She is, as you can see, playing with one of my cameras and taking shots of something she wanted inside her, and it wasn't food or drink LL.

I think this might have been in late October 2007 from memory. How we met is quite simple. I frequented a cafe in the town where we were and she worked there. She saw my cameras and camera bag on a number of occasions and asked whether I would take some pictures of her. I did. In her workplace, in the town and out in the countryside. She was quite natural and took a good photograph.

Eventually, late October 2007, we ended up with her wanting some lingerie shots indoors. She had a nice body as far as I could make out before the session and this was confirmed when she dressed in her lingerie collection for the shoot. One of which appears above.

The reason this one is included LL is for your edification.

By this point she had removed her bra but still kept her suspender belt on, along with what turned out to be hold ups. Not only that she had taken the shirt from my back, literally, and I stood taking this after she had removed my boxers. You can guess what she was taking shots of. Her panties had come off with a little help from me. We didn't get much further with her lingerie. What you see above is what she was wearing when I was invited between her spread legs. The invitation and the wet and slippery entrance were accepted and what took place was fully to our mutual 'satisfaction', if you catch my drift.

Happy daze (days)!

Austria 2006

Blond and blue eyed is the stereotype of the Germanic race. In this case, however it was true.

This shot was taken at a town on the Austrian/German border called Braunau am Inn, so named because it is on the River Inn. 'am' means on the in German LL.

I stayed at a really nice Gasthaus in the town, on my way to various commissions further into Austria. There were few guests, mainly elderly apart from a lady who appeared for dinner on my second and last evening there...and you can see her above. On this occasion I made the first move and as she entered to restaurant area and looked around, a little lost as to where to sit, I gestured to the other seat at my table. To my surprise, she accepted.

Turned out she was German not Austrian and on a business trip for a small company she worked for in Germany. I explained I had ordered a bottle of wine and perhaps she would help me drink it. Her English was perfect. She asked what I did and I said I was a photographer. I am many other things too as you know LL, but I left it at that. We enjoyed a wholesome meal together and finished the wine, followed by schnapps.

It wasn't my intention, but it was obvious that the wine and schnapps had relaxed Martha quite a bit. As we left the restaurant area she slipped her arm through mine, I guessed as much to steady herself as anything else. She said something like I think it's time for bed so I steered her toward the lift.

Once inside she put her arms on my shoulders and looked into my face. You have very friendly eyes she said. Not the first woman to say that to me, by a long way. She was wearing a blouse and skirt. She took her hands away from my shoulders and undid tow buttons revealing a tanned and inviting cleavage. I looked down at the top of her boobs. What else would a guy do.

Would you like to explore she said, glancing in the same direction I was looking. Before I could answer the elevator arrived at floor four. This is me I said. She said it was her floor too. I reached my room before before hers and unlocked it.

Is the exploration offer still open I asked her. By way of an answer she walked into my room followed by me and the door closed. She removed her blouse and I unzipped her skirt while she unbuttoned my shirt and I stepped out of my trousers. We stood there - her in her bra and panties me in my boxers.

Her body was tanned all over apart from a little white I could see around her panties. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. Her legs were warm as she thrust her groin against mine and we kissed, passionately, and with urgency. The passion for each others bodies, the urgency so that both of us could fulfill a need.

I undid her bra and she shrugged it off. I bent forward and kissed her breasts, she threw her head back, I kissed and sucked her nipples. I remember to this day how warm and firm they were and easily a handful.

Then everything happened very fast. I slipped her panties over her hips and she pulled my boxers off. We both stepped out of our respective undies and she took my hand and pulled me toward the bed. She lay back with her legs dangling over the side and wide apart. I looked down at my erection and the pink of her almost shaved pussy.

I took her legs and leaned them on my arms but she took over and held them apart herself. I leaned forward a little and caressed and squeezed her boobs while I gently entered her. She was quite accommodating and I slid into he easily. She was soaking down there and I thought she had come already.

She hadn't but she did very quickly. I guess she must have been on the cusp in anticipation. I was way behind, which meant she got to be pleasured for quite a few minutes more, coming twice in that time. I unloaded and we slept a deep  sleep that night. She curled around me as I lay on my back her boobs pressed against my chest.

The photo above, LL, along with others was taken the following morning.

Framed in Spain 2006

This was taken in Puerto Banus in, I think, 2006.

No swimwear with her, she resorted to panties and the top you see above. 

An English lady from London on vacation, like me in a nearby apartment that lacked a pool. We met in the supermarket and walked back up the hill to our apartments together. She was with two girl friends as I recall and they had gone to town in the hire car. This left her alone at her apartment so being alone myself I asked if she wanted to join me by the pool.

Late morning and a whole day to ourselves we enjoyed the pool, which is when I took this shot and then after lunch the bedroom when she teased me by dangling those large boobs tantalizingly just out of reach of my mouth. I released my hands from her waist and ensured they reached my lips, of course. She loved the cowgirl position and could ride my erection for quite a while, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone until she came...and boy did she come. It was just as well the windows were closed with the screams she uttered.

Shelley was a lovely girl and I satisfied her and myself that day, and two others during my five day break there LL. As you said there were plenty of willing women out there, and I guess I savored more than my fair share over four and half years...without mishap, without entanglement and without the the things you did to me!

Passing Strangers - Hotel Harrogate, Yorkshire, UK

I had to start somewhere and this was one of my early shots. Taken in 2004 on my way to Cumbria. I stayed, as I always liked to, in an upmarket hotel in Harrogate for one night. I always thought it was convenient to use it as a stopping off place. I had a few 'friends' in Yorkshire back then that I could 'entertain' at the hotel.

It was always a case one thing leading to another. One woman leading to another. The freedom you 'gave' me by cheating behind my back was not wasted. You rarely phoned me on the land line, so it was safe for me to take a break on my trips to you to enjoy the willing company of others.

The instance above was one such stop and one such woman who funnily enough came from your city. I thought it was a case of poetic justice when she and I shared a bed for one night. She was staying on business and I told her the same. Not that either of us cared. It's amazing who you meeting hotel bars around the world and what it leads to. Incidentally she liked the photos I took, as well as the pleasure we gave each other. 

Youthful Reflections -  Hertfordshire, UK 2004

At the time this was just a 60 mile drive south to Herts...and a 20 minute drive from Stansted.

This young lady contacted me online - as you will remember we were both 'online' back then. On those trips when I took you back to Stansted (post March 2004 revelations in Florida), I didn't always head home. Instead on hitting the roundabout over the M11, I headed straight over toward Bishops Stortford and a lustful young nurse called Vicky. She liked older men and I filled that category for her. She also liked her photo being taken. She loved the one above, although I have removed her face of course.

This was taken as I recall late one morning after dropping you off. Nice little boobs and a real cowgirl who liked to ride me...lots.

In the Heat of the Night - Italy 2006

July in southern Italy can get very hot - men sweat and ladies perspire. This lady was hot, I was sweating and she was perspiring and glowing when I took this shot. The glow came from the after effects of quite a session in the bedroom.

I said that one day I would write about my six months in Italy and the people and in particular the women I met. This was one of them. The location was Salerno and the sex was fantastic. Lovely boobs I remember.

New England - 2006

A walk in the woods and some nice views.

Just before Fall and it was getting cooler. My 'house guest' at my place near Concord walked in the woods at the back of my plot for this shot. Shedding her top and playing around with her scarf while I snapped away she was a delight to entertain. Where did she come from? Just a 'fuck buddy' who liked to escape town on occasions and enjoy making love to an older guy.

In fact she often couldn't get enough - experience counts LL!

Studio - Boston USA 2006

Diaphanous Dee and a delight to behold...and hold. This was taken in my studio in Boston on the occasion of our first meet and to complete her commission.

Floored Boston, USA - 2006

Same city as in the previous shot LL and an entirely different woman and commission. Lovely pale skin and a peaches and cream complexion, enhanced by great boobs. They were among some of the best breasts I saw through those years. The actual size of the photo is smaller hence the fuzziness on enlargement.

Gravity - London 2005

There's something about water and naked female bodies...and there's something about naked female bodies in my shower. I couldn't resist this shot - turned out great, don't you think. Shortly after I was lathering that boob. Pleasure for both.

Ever had sex in the shower? You have to hold on tight. In my case to her boobs and hips as I took hr from behind. Yes, you have seen her before...my close neighbor in Docklands at the time.

  

Studio - Italy - 2006

Classic Italian beauty in this studio shot. The use of lighting to deepen shade enhances her attributes don't you think LL. Photoshop adjustments have enhanced the photo, but she was already perfection before I started.

Italian women, LL, have no qualms in enjoying casual sex and her visits to em were as much for that as for my photos. This was Milan 2006. I could write reams more, but you will get the drift of what went on.

Sometimes I wonder what you think when you realize how many other women I enjoyed while you played your petty game with me. Time has passed, but I think you must be very angry, mainly with yourself, when you contemplate how easy it was for me with no real ties to move on to pastures new and....better.

Studio - London 2005

Striking a pose - she was a 'natural'.

I had two studios in London at that time LL. One in the east and one in the west. Basically large rooms with good light and small kitchen and toilet facilities. Then they were just rented. Through my doors though came a steady stream of referrals mainly by word of mouth, many just for private photos or made into books. Some for boyfriends, some for husbands.

This lady merely wanted shots for herself and not that many. So I took care to get good ones for her. Normally she, like many women had her hair up but I always liked hair down in the main.

Hayley, above, was, as I have said, a natural and this shot was about the tenth good one I took on this day. The previous ones had been either fully or partially clothed shots. Stripped down, as she is above, she was beautiful and I took several side on, back on and front on.

She could only afford the one session, but we got on well and I said she could drop in any time I was there, for coffee, if she wished. This was the studio in the west. She worked on Oxford Street back then.

She dropped in several times for coffee and on one she had just split from her boyfriend and was feeling a bit down, but also relieved. I suggested maybe she would like dinner to forget it...no strings attached. She agreed.

Colorado USA 2007

Another 'encounter' on my travels across the USA. Denver is the mile high city. Whilst I have yet to have sex a mile high in the sky, I certainly have enjoyed it a mile high on land due to the willingness of the lady above. We met in Denver on one of my trips in the west. This was taken out in the country. Needless to say we 'knew' each other pretty well by then.

A lovely sunny day, sex with a beautiful woman by a stream in the Rockies...what more could a man ask for...and it was great sex too LL. No 'early withdrawals' as with you. You have no idea how frustrating that was for me, but then you are a selfish woman and wouldn't have thought how any one else might have felt.

 Hotel Birmingham, UK - 2003

This was around the time we met, just before in fact. I was there for two days on an audit for the company I was working for back then. She worked for claims and was providing technical assistance on the audit. The tan came from a May holiday in Spain and the crossed legs from our recent sex. Despite her looks and small boobs she was, as far as I can recall, quite a good lay.

She liked it from the rear mostly, kneeling on the edge of that bed and offering her pussy up to me.

California - 2006

Where else to end this blog on, but California. A place that holds more memories and encounters than most others. And...yes they are the real thing LL. I can vouch for it!

I'll leave it at that for now. Hope you enjoyed these random choices from my portfolios.

Have a nice day LL!!!😃😃😃

Ciao

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