For LL in the UK
My life, post you LL, took a decided turn for the better. even before that I wasn't short of women in my life as you now know. Getting into photography was a boon and added real spice to my life involving travel and meeting some very interesting people some of whom became friends and some who became close friends. They ranged from the very wealthy to professional people, models and just some ordinary folk.
The opportunities this afforded me, not only with photography but also business, brought a great deal of satisfaction and some great deals. Photography gave me the 'in' LL. Not only to the people men and women that added to my wealth and connections, but also those women who desired something more than just the shots I took. From this LL you will understand that I moved onward and ever upward from an already good financial base.
Below you will find some of the women folk I encountered along the way. I think you may have seen some before, but not all.
Minneapolis 2007
Part of a trip across the country LL. I had flown up from Indianapolis and another woman I first met in 2005. This lady is Avery. The location - her home. She loved posing for sexy and sensual photos, followed by the inevitable connection of bodies. Great breasts and a great body. Nice woman too.
I went in there to join her after taking this and other shots. That was great.
A commission for this lady. One of my earliest ones in fact. July 2006. My first nude shots in France, but there were many more to come over the years and come many of them did. French women seemed/seem to have no hang ups over their biological urges LL and this lady Juliette was my very first client, come lover...very enjoyable it was too....very.
Ready Steady Go! And, LL, she does. A friend from the country club who likes to indulge in a little extra curricular activity. Olivia can be very active, so thank goodness for air con otherwise I reckon we would dehydrate...although her pussy never does.
Denia Spain 2006
This lady wanted to make my stay at that apartment I bought when you were with me LL a little more comfortable and entertaining. Her name is Valentina and she worked for Hans Drees the realtor I dealt with back then. She was very generous with her favours four nights out of the six I was there, In 2007 I 'entertained' her at my new home in the town....
Catherine. Would you believe she works for the Government in a fairly high up role. She did like to let her hair down though and more besides.
Melissa is an Australian girl I met where my apartment was in Docklands. She was renting and when I took this shot had only recently arrived and started work in the City. We got to know each other. She wanted photographs once she knew about my photography and I was happy to supply, especially as she wanted some topless ones.
Topless moved to full nude ones and Melissa moved into my bed for a while. We decided as I was travelling a fair bit and still had my home in Norfolk that we would enjoy each other when we could. Nice arrangement that continued all the way into 2009
A 'friend'....
Flavia definitely had no inhibitions as you can see LL....and what a body. This was posed at the back of her home early one morning. She closed her legs came back to bed with me and opened them again.
That was a busy morning. I had known Flavia since 2007 when I first met her at the Italian Embassy in London (I still hold an Italian passport, among others). This visit was something of a very pleasant vacation for me. Flavia had left the Italian foreign service by 2008 and had her own business in Italy. I had helped her and she returned the favor in spades and in bed!
Another suitcase another hotel room LL. This was the second day Hannah shared that room and her body with me. We were both staying at Harbor Steps in Seattle. Hannah was on her way to Alaska on business and I was on my way to my new home in Lake Oswego, Oregon.
I had decided to spend three or four days revisiting various places I had been in the past in and around the city. That is how Hannah and I met. She wanted to take a look around too and we joined forces. We enjoyed going out and about, seeing the sights like a couple of tourists. Me being a bit fussy over my photography and Hannah just snapping away happily.
Inevitably after dinner that first night we ended up sleeping together. She was very attractive and had a body to match LL. For those two nights she was there (and mornings) we enjoyed ourselves sexually and as companions...or ships that passed in the night. I caught up with her six months later where she lived in California.
Breakfast...not at Tiffany's, but at Vicki's. A nice way to have breakfast across the table from Vicki and two close friend's of mine, at the time. We were what you might call the original casual lovers. Whenever she fancied a romp, or I did we would call each other LL and then have a godd fuck or two either at her place or mine.
On the occasion above I had gotten back from, of all people Carole's place that Sunday morning in late July 2006. Later the same day Vicki called and my ideas for that day went out of the window when I jumped in my car and drove over to her place in a village called Caston. The shot above was taken the following morning at breakfast.
Following on from Vicki, is morning coffee served up in bed for Eleanor. I asked why she had been named Eleanor. She said it was her dad's idea. He admired a lady called Eleanor Roosevelt, the wife of the President during WW2.
Ellie as she liked to be called had slept over at WLC on this occasion. She was fast asleep when I put that coffee down and took a couple of photos. I showed them to her afterward and she loved them. You could say the reason she slept in was because she was 'shagged out' from the night before.
Not quite as young as she looks, Hayley was twenty nine when I took this photo. She was the friend of the daughter of a near neighbor to my home in Norfolk. Her friend was a couple of years older and the previous year the promiscuous young women had made her self available to me. Certainly it wasn't at my instigation. I had a pretty full diary and had no need of an extra woman in my life.
Anyway, one day she called me having probably had my number sometime since it was passed to her by my neighbors daughter who was now working in London. At first I thought she had just called for a chat about her friend as I had met Hayley before in the company of the friend. It soon turned out that she now had a place of her own the other side of Dereham and apparently had some sort of leak under her kitchen sink and wondered if I could help.
I was reluctant to go for two reasons LL. First of all I had jobs to do around the house and secondly I had planned to have a swim. However, a lady in distress is a lady in distress, so off I went thinking that I could solve the problem and be back in decent time.
When I arrived Hayley showed me into her small home. I have no idea if it was rented or bought. She showed me the water pooling in a basin under the sink and said I'd see if I could fix it. While I was she disappeared for a short while. The 'problem' was a loose joint in the plastic plumbing. It was not until I extricated myself from the kitchen cupboard and stood that I began to think that I had been 'set up'.
Standing before me was a slim Hayley in just her bra and panties, both of which were white. The only color apparent was that on her nails. She smiled as I looked her up and down.
' You had sex with Emma didn't you, last year. She told me and she also said how good it was. Would you fuck me?'
With that remark out of the way she slipped her panties off stepped right up to me and kissed me lightly on the lips, LL. then pulled me into her lounge and laid back on the couch.
'If I'm going to have sex with you can I take some photos', I asked. She said yes. I slipped out to my car and grabbed my camera. I was now anticipating what was to come. When I returned she was still there on the couch and had pulled her flimsy bra off revealing her boobs. Her legs were apart.
'No pussy shots', she said, ad placed her hand over it which is when I took the photo above. My chinos came off then my shirt and then my boxers, which brought forth the remark 'You're big' from Hayley.
At first I sat on the edge of the couch while Hayley lay back on her cushions. I stroked and caressed her all over. Her hands wandered about my torso then found my erection. By now my own fingers had teased Hayley's opening to the point that her lips down there were fully parted and her legs wide apart. She was wet and I was oozing a little.
Time had come to make her come. She was a good lay surprisingly. In my experience younger women lack the experience but try to make up for it with their enthusiasm and lust to have an orgasm. My notes tell me that things were slow to start with largely due to her very tight pussy and my thick cock. After that was negotiated I managed to control the pace of her enthusiasm and slow her down so that what we had in the end was a very nice long slow fuck ending in a crescendo when she came. I didn't. In fact I withdrew turned her over and entered her from behind still on the couch.
Hayley told me afterward that she had never had sex from behind and what I did with her to bring her to both her climaxes was 'fantastic', like nothing she had had before and 'can we do it again and you can teach me more'. We did...and I did teach her more LL.
Lisa, sexy Lisa posing for me. Previously a client, now a friend and occasional lover.
I remember it was pretty cold when I left your place that Monday. The car had only just reached a decent temperature when I drove into and through Penrith to a lady who had been a regular almost as much as you LL. Terry (Theresa) was waiting for me when I arrived...in her dressing gown.
We used to go through this little bit of play every time I arrived. It went like this. I would say 'Hi' and kiss her then look around for coffee. She would say that there was no coffee until I had taken her to bed. I would sigh (falsely I hasten to add) and would reply alright then off you go and I will do my duty. In reality, I couldn't wait. Terry would drop her dressing gown at the bottom of the stairs leaving her wearing just her panties and often nothing at all. I would have removed my sweater by then and working on my shirt.
By the time we hit the bedroom my trousers, or rather pants these days, would be around my ankles soon to be followed by my underwear. If Terri had panties on they would be off by now. Generally, we wouldn't leap into bed immediately instead we would embrace and run our hands over each other's bodies. Often Terri would then clasp her hands behind my neck and lean back with her legs apart. Holding onto me she would slide forward so her pussy was resting on my erection. With her knew either side of mine she would slowly slide to and fro.
Up until that point I usually steadied her by holding her hips. That was a pleasure in itself LL. Then while Terri was slipping and sliding, I would move my hands to her lovely breasts, caressing squeezing and alternating by pinching her nipples gently until they were hard and erect. By now she was usually very wet and ready to receive me but would sometimes stand upright again and have me lick her nipples and suck on her boobs. Then it was onto the bed with me usually on top and a very open pussy awaiting my pleasure and Terry's. By eleven we were usually ready for coffee having had sex a least twice. I would go make it while Terry showered. Sometimes I would join her and then the coffee would get cold...while we got hot LL.
The shot above was taken on one of my visits in March of 2005. By the way one of the great pleasures with Terry was that I was able to penetrate her fully. You could never quite take all of me. Another was that I was able to come inside her unlike the early withdrawal I had to contend with when fucking you.
Carcassonne, France 2008
The shot above was taken on one of my visits in March of 2005. By the way one of the great pleasures with Terry was that I was able to penetrate her fully. You could never quite take all of me. Another was that I was able to come inside her unlike the early withdrawal I had to contend with when fucking you.
Paris 2008
One could almost tell by the lingerie here that the lady was French, and indeed she is. Her name is Fabienne. She was a client LL. In fact this shot was taken the first time I went to here place to complete my commission. I say her place, but it wasn't her home. Fabienne was a married lady I found out .... later.
She had an apartment in Saint-Germain, an area that was to become very familiar to me in a couple of years. I have my own apartment there now, of course. Back then I called upon Fabienne following an introduction and recommendation. I was greeted by her very courteously at her apartment door, shown in and offered coffee on the morning of my visit. We sat and talked, not chatted. We had a proper conversation. Some of it around what she wanted from the photographs I was to take. Once the general outline of that was decided and coffee finished. I set up my gear. I travel relatively light but even so that morning I had two camera bags and a collapsible tripod with me. I still have the latter, although cameras have changed over the years.
One could almost tell by the lingerie here that the lady was French, and indeed she is. Her name is Fabienne. She was a client LL. In fact this shot was taken the first time I went to here place to complete my commission. I say her place, but it wasn't her home. Fabienne was a married lady I found out .... later.
She had an apartment in Saint-Germain, an area that was to become very familiar to me in a couple of years. I have my own apartment there now, of course. Back then I called upon Fabienne following an introduction and recommendation. I was greeted by her very courteously at her apartment door, shown in and offered coffee on the morning of my visit. We sat and talked, not chatted. We had a proper conversation. Some of it around what she wanted from the photographs I was to take. Once the general outline of that was decided and coffee finished. I set up my gear. I travel relatively light but even so that morning I had two camera bags and a collapsible tripod with me. I still have the latter, although cameras have changed over the years.
Fabienne knew how to pose and had some wonderful dresses and skirt and shirt ensembles. A little adjustment to some of her poses brought out the best too. Also having her place herself in different areas to make use of shadow accentuated some of her finer points and shape. We stopped at lunchtime when she had slipped out of her haute couture and into a gown to prepare a salad and wine of course. We ate we talked and we reviewed the shots I had taken. I was siting there thinking that after lunch I could wrap things up and be on my way. How wrong can you be LL.
After lunch Fabienne asked if I was happy to take shots of her in lingerie. If she had spoken to our mutual friend. The lady who had made the introduction then she would have know I did. I ignored that thought and I said I was entirely happy to do so. By her demeanour and body language I knew there was more to what she said than mere photographs, but I waited for her to make her play. We cleared the dishes away together., she brushing past me far closer than was necessary in the generous sized apartment. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and face after lunch. When I returned Fabienne had lost the gown and was sitting right where you see her in the shot above. In front of my camera and tripod and on that coffee table. As you can see the lingerie left little or nothing to the imagination and those nipples pointing at me while worked the camera were all I needed to be aroused. In fact I took several close ups of her breasts as well as the full length shots.
'Let's go to bed', she said after I had finished shooting and she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. There she undressed me right down to my boxers LL. It is quite sexy being undressed by a near naked woman, especially when she says ' no touching until we are both naked'. I don't think you knew a thing about the art of seduction apart from posing alone for your own camera.
I stood there in my boxers and Fabienne removed what was laughingly called a bra. We were down to one item each, if you can call her G-string an 'item'.. Then I slipped my boxers off and she lost the G-string. My first sight of the site of her pussy and her first sight of my penis. Our sites were soon to be conjoined. The hold ups she wore stayed in place and weren't in the count. She took them off after our first bout of lovemaking. Before I go into that (appropriate phrase 'go into'), a little background to Fabienne. She was indeed married. The apartment was hers and unknown to her husband. He had a mistress, at least one to her knowledge, so she felt free to indulge her own sexual desires elsewhere and I was her first Brit.
Her skin was like silk LL, warm to the touch and very arousing even before we had progressed any further than touching each other's bodies. My hands stayed on her hips, hers on my shoulders. Her breasts looked great and her nipples stood out like they are in my shot above. Likewise, my erection stood out. I said to her that we were both pointing at each other, as I inclined my head in the direction of her boobs.
'Oui', Fabienne said, reverting to French.
Her hands moved from my shoulders to clasp me around the neck as she moved forward to kiss me. My hand embraced her fully. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest, the warmth of her mouth on mine. My erection had nowhere to go except between her legs. We kissed for quite a long time. two bodies together, soon to become one LL. While we kissed and explored each other's mouths, Fabienne started sliding to and fro on my cock. Her hips going back and forth. I allowed my hands to relocate themselves to her buttocks and I started squeezing them gently.
I could feel her pussy becoming wider and wider open along with her legs. I could have entered her standing there, but we took to the bed where she lay back, drew her legs up and open. I knelt down on the floor so my head was level with the top of the bed and her pussy which was teetering on the edge. I licked her.
'Eat me', she said. I knew what she meant and so I used my lips on every part of her opening and vaginal lips. then slowly I worked my way forward and upward toward her clitoris. That turned out to be ultra sensitive! fabienne start moaning almost immediately and urged me to lick and flick faster and faster. When she came her juices were everywhere LL. She seemed to just gush, allover herself me and the bed. I stood and could see liquid still flowing from her pussy as she slowly came down from her orgasmic convulsions.
'In please, in', she said urging me to enter her. She was almost pleading for me too fuck her LL. My tip entered her opening. I watched as her lips parted and then settled around me. She watched as I slowly, very slowly entered her. Her wetness smoothing the way like oil on a piston rod. She was so lovely LL and so sexy looking as I stood with myself inside her, I could feel myself throbbing...and so could she.
'That is nice', she said. 'Now fuck me', and so I did. Like the proverbial train, slowly at first and then getting faster and faster. Holding her breasts, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples - they were rigid - then gripping her thighs to stop her moving away from me under the force of my thrusts. I was still going like that steam train, my piston at full belt when she came again. Floods of liquid, juices and her looking down at my wet cock as I was still thrusting.
Through her breathlessness she said, 'Wait, hold it if you can', and with that she turned over and knelt with her arse facing me. I slipped back in and away we went again LL.
I held her hips making sure she was tight against me. Her pussy...I could have wallowed in it by now it was so wide open and dilated...and still her juices flowed. She was screaming/crying with pleasure now...no words just lots of screams only as I entered the 'home straight' did she cry out even louder and even more..
'Oh no, no. Yes, oh yes, yes, yes!!' With those cries she came LL. I was close behind as she gushed a third time and then I shot my lot into her. I was jerking inside her as I ejected all I had. Fabienne collapsed on the bed as I withdrew from her.
'Mon Dieu, c'était merveilleux', Fabienne breathed out as we lay side by side on her bed. She was still regaining her breath. @ Can you stay? Please', were her next words. It was then I asked about her husband LL. He is out of town she told me and has no idea about this place. I agreed to stay to the morning...and did. What a lady LL and just three years from your time. Talk about chalk and cheese. If Fabienne was in the Premier League, you weren't even in Division Four!
A young pool side companion from a small town nearby called Badens. She told me they are called Badenois, apparently. Her name is Chantal and she kept an older man company and very happy that year. I visited my villa near Carcassonne twice that year and a naked Chantal adorned my pool and bed both times. Once during the Easter holidays and then again in August. It wasn't all one sided of course. She was more than satisfied on each and every occasion. I should mention that I employed her, I guess and the 'extras' we afforded each other were very nice...indeed. Her slim body and her lovely breasts were a delight LL
Concord New Hampshire 2019
This may look like a studio shot but it was in fact taken in one of the rooms in my large home here. The very same one I am writing this in. The home that is not the room.
Helena looks lovely doesn't she and I think I got the lighting just right. Helena thought so. she loves the photo and a few others I took last August. Another woman with all the attributes I adore LL. Long legs and perfect breasts.
Jackie a girl from well in the past. An old girl friend in fact. We were down deep in the woods south of Canterbury. From what I recall she was down and I went deep....inside her LL. You were all of fourteen at the time and I was twenty and on leave from Dartmouth Royal Naval College.
Cannes, France 2017
A succession of women have stayed at my place in Cannes LL. Not all have been in my bed though. In normal times we have a round of social gatherings and parties. Business and my photography opened up a whole new world of friends and lovers. Things in Cannes can be pretty free and easy. In particular sex is free and easy. Definitely a case of no strings attached in most cases just some physical exercise, mutual pleasure and satisfaction...Plus, in many cases I get to photograph the ladies who generally are only to pleased to pose the beautiful bodies for me.
A succession of women have stayed at my place in Cannes LL. Not all have been in my bed though. In normal times we have a round of social gatherings and parties. Business and my photography opened up a whole new world of friends and lovers. Things in Cannes can be pretty free and easy. In particular sex is free and easy. Definitely a case of no strings attached in most cases just some physical exercise, mutual pleasure and satisfaction...Plus, in many cases I get to photograph the ladies who generally are only to pleased to pose the beautiful bodies for me.
Such was the case nearly three years ago with this French lady, Angelina. Perfection encapsulated wouldn't you say LL. It has been my experience (many times) that once a woman has taken her clothes off, even her swimsuit in Angelina's instance, there seems to be a reluctance to put them back on without taking advantage and pleasure in their nakedness. In other words they liked to have sex.
I love this photo of Angelina. There is nothing overtly sexual about it. However, right after this shot and those that preceded it she started rubbing hands up and down her thighs and over her breasts. We were in my villa and having tempted me with her rather erotic movements backed slowly toward the nearest bedroom (the villa is single storey) crooking her finger for me to follow. What could I do LL, but follow her 'command'.
It doesn't take long to remove a polo shirt and shorts and kick off your sandals. We were equally naked and that gorgeous body above was pressed against mine as she kissed me with quite passionately. She was one horny woman that morning. We fucked, licked and sucked each other all the way through to lunchtime LL. The view of her riding me was wonderful. Her face screwed up in ecstasy as she came twice. Those boobs bouncing before me firmly and then squeezing them; her juices flowing over my groin. Then she comes, panting moaning, red-faced and very happy. Delectable!
New York - Studio 2016
This was taken in the back end of that year. Outside it was freezing but in the studio the heating and the heat gained from my lights made for quite a cosy atmosphere.
I photographed Lynn against a white backdrop to accentuate her tan (gained in the West Indies) and her black underwear. I think I succeeded. The spectacles were hers - she needs them for reading. I had taken shots of her in her clothes with and without her glasses and also with her bra in place. This shot was the closest I got to shooting her pussy, photographically speaking. I didn't ask her and she didn't volunteer to remove her panties for the shoot. Having said that, little was left to the imagination from what she was wearing.
Getting the light just right took a little time, but I think the trouble was worth the result, don't you LL.
Oh...and the panties did come off, by the way. Not my doing, at least not the panties but Lyn was a different matter and she was as horny as hell and on a mission to satisfy herself. She did...and me as well. Lucky fella, aren't I! Here's a black and white of her on another occasion and at another location in NYC....see below...the glasses came off, after all everything else had!
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Quite a grand palace - this lady lives in. My place in Lake Oswego is pretty good too.
Back in the day; about 10-15 years ago, each year there used to be a new development featuring multi-million dollar homes. The 'event' was called Street of Dreams. It enabled the general public to view these palaces and effectively....dream. Claire the lady above, didn't have to dream, she was living it...is living it. Claire is quite a lady in fact...although not so much in the bedroom...more of a beast, LL.
I've known Claire, and her husband, a few years now, but my involvement with her only came to the fore in 2017.
It was not a case of photographs and then some sexual involvement, but the reverse. She sought me for sex. The photos including the one above at her home were incidental to our first meeting for sex...and those since. I spoke to her via Facetime just 48 hours ago. Her husband is around my age and large...very large. I'm still pretty fit, no tummy to speak of I retain a fair degree of stamina. I need it with Claire. It is all about sex and her liking the more mature man. Hence, we hooked up. It was to our mutual benefit and still is when I get over to the West Coast.
Claire is in her thirties and needs sex. We are pretty sure her husband knows - he can't satisfy here and has closed his mind to any extra- marital affairs she has. He has no idea about me though, LL. I guess he thinks I'm out of her age group. Little does he know.
On the day above, our second encounter,Claire wanted more of what she had sampled with me the first time. To be honest LL I wanted more of her too. We had previously had sex with her on her back and then riding me. Today, that is the that day in 2017, it was her wish to try something different and wanted me to show her something different. For that you have to understand that her husband could only manage missionary...and that's when he could fire on even one cylinder LL. With me she got all four cylinders and more and she loved it, so much so that we hope to meet up aian after we get back to normal at my place in LA.
You may be wondering what the variations were that kept her well satisfied on this second occasion...well I'm not going to tell you. You will have to use your imagination. Let's jsut say you only ever had a small part of me and my techniques, even ladies down the road got more, but then they were open to much more than you ever were. I still smile at your remark , repeated by many others, 'Where did you learn to make love like that, P?' I guess you will never know or experience it again. The latter for sure!
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Saint Germain has proved a rich area for affairs LL....and it is a rich suburb as well. Plenty of bore women and neglectful husbands. There are single women too benefiting from generous divorce settlements. Nicole was in the last category. Free as a bird, like me. Also like me she is highly sexed. I stopped asking myself why women that are a lot younger than I am seem to be attracted to me. My easy going was perhaps or natural charisma. Who knows but it works very easily. I met Nicole when I bumped into another (married) lady I have had some bedroom athletics with in a nice cafe near my apartment. I greeted Marie-Francoise i the normal (French) way and was introduced to Nicole. I had intended to have a coffee and a pastry, read my book and walk a bit that day. However I was invited to join them. Not surprising in Marie's case. She was a hungry woman...when it came to her sexual needs.
I sat between them, which proved to be quite 'interesting'. Not the conversation, that flowed easily enough across the table. No, LL, it was what happened under the table and tablecloth that was different. I wasn't surprised to find Marie-Francoise rubbing her leg against mine, but I was when it was happening either side of me. Nicole was doing the same thing. Only I knew they were both making their interest known. It was amusing then and it's amusing now. At one stage Nicole reached down to the floor for her purse (handbag to you) and used my leg as some sort of support...except as she rose her hand travelled right up to my groin. Here I was getting the 'come along' from both women and all the time trying to concentrate on the conversation.
Nicole's dive into her purse turned out later to be a card. She went o the ladies room during our meeting and I guess that's when she did it. Eventually, we had all finished coffee, pastries and conversation. As Marie kissed me goodbye, she whispered 'tomorrow at 10.00'. I nodded, imperceptibly. Then Nicole kissed me goodbye on each cheek. 'If you want me come now'. That was what was written on the card she slipped into my pocket and that I looked at after they had both gone. Nicole looked pretty damn good in her clothes and I now had an invitation to find out what she looked like out of them. Both their attentions had aroused my interest and a little more. I decided to follow up on Nicole's invitation. First though I called her number. If a man answered I would go on my way. Nicole answered and I put the pay phone down.
I arrived at her place twenty minutes after that call. She let me in. Nicole was still wearing the dress she had on earlier. It was figure hugging around her breasts, and slightly flared at the waist sporting a small floral pattern in blue on a white background - expensive - I knew that LL. She showed me into her home, she showed me into her bedroom, she showed me where her dress zipper was. Then down to her white underwear, she showed me her breasts, followed by her butt and pussy.
I hadn't just stood there - my chinos and shirt were off LL and I was laying on the bed with my small Lumix camera. I asked her, 'May I?' indicating the camera. She smiled, turned to face me, legs wide apart so that the lips of her pussy parted, her hands on her hips followed by cupping her breasts. I took several shots, pussy, boobs and full length. The last one I took was that above.
Then Nicole climbed onto the bed and straddled me, her hand on my risen cock giving it what little encouragement it needed....and that was very little. It was soon locked and cocked. I didn't lay there watching her. I took both of Nicole's boobs in my hands and kneaded them. See above. They were, and are, nice and firm and slightly upturned. Very nice.
Nicole lowered the lips of her pussy onto my tip and then stroked both herself and me nice and gently. Slightly holding herself raised above my body I watched her motion. Soon I could feel her wetness then her warmth as she slowly lowered herself onto me. Slight resistance at her entrance and then the whole of me was inside her. I lay there she started riding me slowly. Occasionally leaning over me so that I could lick her nipples and suck on her . Her falling forward in her eyes and in my face. I could smell her perfume and her sex. An intermingling of two quite different aromas, but both very sexy. I looked down. I could see what passed for what was left of her pubic hair above mine. I could see her moving to and fro on me, I could see how the lips of her pussy encompassed my erection. I could feel her wetness and the warmth and silkiness of her insides.
Nicole quickened her pace. Apart from fondling her boobs I was doing very little. Just laying there enjoying her body on me LL. She was getting faster and more frantic. Faster, faster. She shouted out her moans and then she asked me to spank her hard. I already knew what this did for a woman so I complied. Three really hard slaps on her lovely derriere and she came convulsing as she did. Then her boobs were dangling over my face. I was still inside her still erect. I sucked her breasts in turn then she slowly raised herself off my erection with all the liquid noises that accompanied that. Then she rolled over beside me laying on her back.
I wanted to be back where I was moments ago to get to where she had arrived just minutes before.
I knelt beside her. Her legs were still open on the bed in a 'Y'. In stead of being vertical my erection was now slightly above horizontal and I was looking down at a smiling Nicole and a wet dilated and very pink pussy. I moved between her legs, moved forward and supported myself on my arms and slipped very easily inside her. Before she had set the pace, now it was me. It would have been easy for me to just 'go for it' LL, like a lot of men do, apparently, but that's not my style. I like a woman to enjoy sex as much as I do, so slowly did it, nice and slow and easy.
I slid backward and forward while Nicole smiled up at me and looked down to watch my cock moving in and out of her. A lot of women do that - watch the action. Part of enjoying sex, I guess. Naturally, I was covered in Nicole's juices, so each time I came out, partially, my erection was slick with lubrication. The lips of her pussy wrapped around it. Nicole started thrusting up as I came down on her. A signal that she wanted to up the pace. I obliged. It was extremely pleasant LL. No longer slow and exploratory, I quickened my thrusts, coming down on Nicole's pubic bone and her clitoris. Moans, more moans. I knew she was getting there. Her right hand squeezing her right breast. My right hand squeezing her left as I supported myself on my left arm. Then she was moaning louder and louder. I lowered myself down onto her body full length...a pleasure in itself LL. She had opened her legs as wide as they would go, seemingly wanting to swallow me in her pussy. I thrust up against repeatedly.
'Uh, uh, uh' she uttered in keeping with the rhythm of my thrusts then I felt her coming. I raised myself on my arms and went the final distance very fast as she came.
Later after we had cleaned up I was persuaded to stay for lunch, Nicole was floating about the place in alight cotton gown that barely covered her essentials. We ate, we talked and we drank a rather nice dry white wine. I think in wearing that gown she knew what she was about LL, because after lunch we settled down for one final bout before I went. back into the bedroom, her legs apart, my head buried between them, bring her to yet another climax through the judicious use of my tongue (you experienced that many moons ago). Then I rolled her on her back., having caressed her body after her orgasm. I managed to get her nipples erect during that caressing and had a nice few moments sucking on them while she attended to my erection. Then she was on all fours on the bed, butt presented to me , legs apart. I was standing.
We lined up and then connected. Again I slipped inside Nicole and we were away. I was fucking her quite quickly and she was enjoying it...lots. Turning her head to watch me and gyrating her hips as I thrust. That was relatively new and rather nice. I knew because of my earlier performance that it would take some time for me to 'get there', so thrusting fast and giving Nicole 'the fuck of her life, didn't have me ejaculating early LL. Thinking of it now it reminds me of the piston and the steam engine. faster and faster.
Nicole arched her back grabbed her own breasts. Then she said 'Grab my hair'. I did.
That brought her head up and back. 'Yes, yes, yes', she said, 'Oh my God, Mon Dieu. Keep going,' I did.
Nicole was panting hard between her groans now....and then it started she was coming and I too came managing a second deposit that day, feeling my involuntary ejaculating repeating inside her. Nicole let out a great gasp of breath and collapsed on the bed ,which effectively withdrew my penis from her pussy. She lay there on her tummy head turned to the side, her hair strewn randomly across the bed sheet. I crawled onto the bed beside her and she cuddled up as I held her in my arms and listened as her breathing gradually calmed right down to normal levels.
I'm not sure how long we lay there, but it was late afternoon by the time I had showered and dressed. Nicole was going to have a bath and I was heading back to my apartment. She came with me to the door, wearing the same gown as earlier, but this time not done up at all. She pressed herself against me and we kissed. One last fondle of her lovely firm breasts and I left.
Of course that wasn't the last time....Nicole had enjoyed our lovemaking too much for that LL and I had enjoyed her just as much.
The following morning I was due to service another lady...Marie-Francoise. At ten a.m. on the dot I was there...and something similar to my time with Nicole was repeated. Nicole has larger breasts and likes a few variances on the normal positions so that was a fun morning as well. What we got up to is another story. Maybe one day....
Sex and France. Just like the wine and food there. To be enjoyed long and slow...mostly.
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Melanie is just someone I know, who knows me and has known me in just the same way I have known her. We first met via the Internet in 2005 and had been having occasional sex ever since. I was busy she was busy and we both had alternative lovers. Like most, but not all of 'my' women we mostly enjoyed our occasional getting together for a good fuck. I say mostly, mainly because Becky wanted me sometimes when I wasn't 'available'. The day I took the lovely photo above was not one of those occasions. We had spent the morning in bed, made love in the afternoon as well and then again at eleven at night. I surprised she wanted me so much that day, although I did find out why later.
I took the shot above while Becky knelt in my bath and I love it...so did she.
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Very early in 2009 I received a call, following an email, enquiring when I might next be in London. The email came from the lady above although at the time I didn't know her from Adam...or maybe Eve. Her name is Rachel. The inquiry was about a shoot, my words, not hers. She wanted me to take some photographs of her and I had been recommended. The email and phone number must have come from the undisclosed recommender. I never did find out who it was, but I have a good idea LL.
I never knew what I was walking into in the early days back then. Sometimes it was straightforward. Complete the commission, review the shots, collect my fee and go. Others wanted to talk - they were lonely. I got to know them and we often ended up in bed after two or three visits and the odd dinner (not the men of course!) Then there were the women that had more or less used the shoot as an excuse to undress and seek sex. The women I photographed would have been hard to turn down so....I didn't. Now I only photograph recommendations from known sources, friends, close friends and lovers.
Rachel came into the category of woman that only wanted the shoot as an excuse to seek sex. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I turned up at her home in Hampstead with my gear. Her home was located behind electrically operated gates as most of mine are these days - the ranch here isn't. No point with all the countryside around me. There I was then LL, the so called sacrificial lamb on the altar of her pussy. Obviously when I arrived at those gates and they opened I had no idea what other gates were going to open, but the shot I got of Rachel above is a big clue!
I'll cut to the chase. If you have read this far in the blog I'm sure you don't want to be bored with a description of her house, or the fact we had coffee and discussed what photos I was to take. Setting up my tripod and camera while Rachel ostensibly went to change, I waited and then she called from upstairs to say she would prefer a photograph up there to begin with. I folded the legs on the tripod and then headed to her landing both hands full. One with the tripod and one with the camera.
'In here', Rachel called from a bedroom - hers I presumed.
I went in. At first I couldn't see her, just the bed and bedside tables. Slightly behind me and the open door was a dressing table and next to that a small couch. Rachel was sitting on the couch in her underwear, having taken the dress off she was wearing when I arrived.
'I asked you here under false pretences. You can take my photograph, as many as you like, but it isn't your reputation as a photographer that made me ask you here', she said.
Bearing in mind what she said and the fact she was lounging there in her underwear, it didn't take a genius to figure out that this was all about sex. 'Make love to me, take me to bed. I hear you are able to give a woman a lot of satisfaction and I need a lot of satisfying.'
I lowered myself onto the end of the bed opposite Rachel, who sat about two yards away. We talked briefly as I lay down my camera and removed my shirt. It isn't, and wasn't, the first time I had made love to a women I had just met LL. Then I stood and stripped to my boxers. that was when Rachel struck the pose above and allowed me this very personal shot. With her 'petals unfurled like that and her boobs on display, there was only one place I was headed and my interest was showing in quite a prominent way.
'Pull them off please', Rachel said referring to her panties. Her bra was removed by her at the same time as I took my boxers off. She looked at my erection then a little puzzled, as I knelt between her legs.
'What are you doing?'
'Praying', I said. 'Before the altar of pleasure'.
Rachel then realised what I was about to do as I placed her legs on my arms. Those petals were still unfurled LL as my tongue was placed dead centre between them. It turned out Rachel had never had the pleasure of being aroused by a man's tongue...nor indeed had she come in that way. She did that morning and again on her bed shortly afterward. What a lovely body to have under me, to caress and to enter. I made her moan, made her groan, made her shout out in pleasure and most of all made her come...again. I withdrew my cock from her pussy LL coated in her juices and cum. She lay there panting.
'Turn over and kneel', I told her. Then gently I pulled her toward the edge of her bed and entered her from behind. Given that she was still recovering and revelling in last orgasm, I don't think she expected me to still be erect, but I was and entered her from behind. Almost immediately she started moaning. Her pussy was so dilated I could almost move around in side her and she loved my rotations. I was standing as I like to for this position LL and thrusting away very happily. I had to hold her hips to stop her moving away from me. I thrust hard and soon quite fast. I wanted to come but I also wanted Rachel to enjoy what we were doing. At the time she was screaming for more, so I guessed she was. There came a point, as is often the case, where the look on her face, turned toward me, looked like she didn't know whether she wanted me to stop, to continue or whther she could take much more.
She needn't have worried, I was nearly there and...so was she I could feel her and tell from her voice. For good measure I slapped her right buttock twice quite hard. that made her clench. I felt her on my cock. That did two things it made her come and then as her clench relaxed so did I pumping repeatedly inside her.
I won't describe the aftermath or our lunch, nor the fact that Rachel couldn't walk for a short while. what I will relate is that she had had the most fantastic morning, the most fantastic sex and been explored and aroused in two ways she had never experienced before. She told me my reputation was well earned and she had not been satisfied in the way she had that day....ever. Being attractive as she is LL, I haven't let her slip away and we are due for a chat over the Internet today.
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To the north east of Malaga lies the city of Granada, a place I first visited in 1990 with my first wife. Slightly south east of Granada is Monachil. That is where I had arranged to see Mariana. We first met in Malaga when I was engaged in some business there a few years before in 2013. After a bit I found her home having called her so that I could locate the property. When I drew up in my car it turned out to be quite a rustic home with a lot of 'Old Spain' charm. I walked up to the heavy wooden door and was looking for a bell when it opened and there was Mariana. Lovely Mariana.
She grabbed my hand pulled me inside out of the hot sun into the cool lobby and also into the warmth of her arms. We kissed, after all we have known each other a few years and still do. She was in shorts and a tee shirt with no bra underneath, which was rather nice, given that having pressed her body against me to kiss her nipples had hardened and were quite apparent. She asked if I wanted anything, meaning a drink. I had replied that all I wanted was her. I did have a glass of water and then we adjourned t her rustic bedroom. The bed wasn't rustic but the furniture was. I took my polo shirt off. Mariana removed her tee shirt and shorts, then her panties which are just in shot above. I always take a 'hello' shot when I see Mariana and it is always of her naked LL.
That done we went to the bed to make love. There is a certain pattern to things with each woman. Mariana liked to start o top or even on my lap facing me or facing away. The latter worked best for her as she loved my arms around her and on her boobs, as she rocked to and fro on my erection.
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I'll leave this blog there apart from a snippet of Ben Jonson which seems appropriate:
In small proportions we just beauties see
And in short measures, Life may perfect be.
Ben Jonson
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Arrivederci
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