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Sunday, September 9th 2018

Lorna Blu and some special panties

Hello, my Horny Friends,

This blog is a response to a lovely email I got recently from a gentleman named Matt. Matt has obviously picked up on the fact that I adore lovely lingerie, and from the sound of things it is a passion that he himself shares. He asked - very sweetly! - if he could buy some of my panties. I let him know I was more than happy to accommodate his request, but I did point out there might be certain conditions that meant they were not pristine. Let me tell you about them.

It seems that one aspect of feminine underwear that Matt likes relates to the fabric concerned. For Matt, there is nothing to beat satin, and I agree with him one hundred percent. The idea of that gorgeous, practically frictionless fabric nestling close against my most intimate parts gets me thinking of the lovely cool sensation as it moves over my body. As luck would have it, his email came in at a particularly convenient time for me, so holding that lovely thought in my head I closed the lid on my laptop and headed to the bedroom. Having set up my camera, I selected a pair that I hoped would meet with Matt's approval and settled down to explore the sensuality of satin a little more deeply...

There are warm fabrics and there are cool fabrics, and to me, satin definitely falls into the cool category. Perhaps it was the way I was concentrating as I did this, but I felt a lovely little pang of chill spreading out from my pussy as I pulled the panties up tight. I opted for tight because I wanted to experience the way the fabric moulded itself to my body, so after a second or two, I sent my hand on a little voyage between my legs. I placed my fingertips gently against the puffiness there, and tried to focus in on the heat of my body - were my fingers warm on my pussy, or was it that my pussy was warm beneath my fingertips? I slid my fingers slowly, so slowly over the fabric as I tried to decide. Of course, I could not be sure, but one thing did become clear. The experiment was definitely arousing!

I closed my eyes a little and tried to make my fingers feel strange to me as if it was Matt's hand gently touching me there. I gave a little gasp as I formed the idea, and in some naughty way, my body responded, my buttocks gently lifting as if to make it easier for him. My thighs parted, and the fingers that were Matt's and yet not Matt's pressed tighter. I could imagine him close to me, the warmth of his breath on my cheek, and the sound of a gentle chuckle as he saw how much he was turning me on. I heard my breath coming faster and felt the insistent press of a middle finger moving across me down there, gently probing till it was sure it was between pussy lips then, quite forcefully, pushing between them, taking the fabric between my outer lips and into my body.

I was startled that he had been so direct, but glad of it. I felt the fabric changing texture as he fingered me, drinking in the eager secretions of a body that was doing his bidding, not mine. I put my head back and sighed, wanting more of him inside me, but the panties would only stretch so far. There was only one answer. I made him stop, teasing him with the anticipation that I knew both of us felt, those few painful seconds while I lifted my bottom, slid the panties down my thighs, then lifted my legs and eased them off. My middle finger - Matt's middle finger - found the broadest stretch of fabric, then brought it to my pussy lips once more. Another pause, a divine postponement of a pleasure that I had to have - and then I heard myself gasp as not one but two fingers pressed the damp satin deep inside.

I don't know if Matt would blush to hear me say it, expecting something more ladylike from me, perhaps, but right at that point my special place stopped being a pussy and started being a cunt, a bodily part for Matt to fill, two fingers wide and two knuckles deep. The fingers moved just so, knowing exactly how to leave that ladylike exterior behind in an urge to be fucked. I pictured myself lying under Matt, grunting slightly, as his fingers were replaced by a fine thick cock that he started to move inside me with just the right speed and just the right pressure. I felt my back arching as the pleasure went through me, imagined the way it would push my breasts up to flatten against his chest, felt the urge to wrap my legs around his waist so he couldn't pull out, then open my eyes to look into his, urging him to add his juices to mine inside me.

The climax passed. I had a sensation as if of warm lips on mine, and a tongue that was surprisingly shy to go into my mouth, and then it was as if I had rebooted - the bedroom lights seemed to fade down to normal brightness, there was no Matt, just Lorna, a woman panting as her orgasm faded, a woman slowly peeling the soft fabric from inside her, then looking for the plastic bag set aside to keep those panties as special as they could be for my lover Matt. I hope he enjoys them as much as I did!

…. And I hope you enjoy the photos as you watch the story unfold.

Sweet kisses,

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, August 26th 2018

Top Hat and Satin Gloves

Hello, my horny friends,

You’ll love my latest set of photos …
There's a very famous aria from the opera 'Rigoletto' called 'La donna è mobile'. It's usually translated as 'woman is fickle', but that sounds a bit too judgemental to my mind! I prefer to think of it as free or light-spirited, in the sense of being very ready to change her mind when the mood suits her. For me, fickle is the kind of thing someone says when they feel as if they have been let down by a woman's change of mind and implies that it is always a bad thing. But sometimes that kind of change can turn out rather pleasantly for all concerned. As it did for Keith quite recently!

Keith is the kind of gentleman I enjoy visiting. For one thing he allows me to be myself, and when I'm in the right frame of mind that can be quite liberating. I went over to his place in a playful state of mind, with an outfit in black and white to match. It has a touch of musical theatre about it, and I decided to accessorise it with a hat and some very long gloves. So, with Keith as my audience, I started posing as if I had to project the sexy playfulness I was feeling to the back row of some theatre. The only thing was that Keith was much closer, just a few feet from the piano stool where I was flaunting myself, and before too long I could see he was getting the message loud and clear!

Part way through my show he brought me a glass of white wine and made quite certain that he touched my hand when he passed it to me. I could tell things were about to get a good bit more intimate, so I stopped posing and concentrated instead on the job in hand. I say that because I had in mind that hands would play a big part in what was going to happen between us.

'Do you like my gloves?' I asked.

(I was all set to tell him about a scene that another friend of mine has been dying to try with me, where I tie him up and teasingly bring him off by hand while wearing long, black silky gloves. He tells me they have to be black so that his sperm shows up as a nice contrast when it oozes down the side of his cock and onto the shiny black fabric in juicy thick, white gobbets, and he can see how much spunk he has shot for me. But I'm digressing!)

What Keith said to me was "Mmm...", which to me sounded more like a "meh!" than a "mmmMMM!". I realised that though he would have been happy to go with that - as would I - he would really rather be doing something else. I guessed he was more interested in getting his hands on me than the other way around. So, I stopped for a second and looked at him.

'Could you do me a favour please, Keith?'

I didn't want to come across as a helpless little lady, but I think there is very little that is more arousing for a man than to look into his eyes while you imagine making love with him, and let him know that you want him to fuck you.

'Could you help take off these stockings? This pair is one of my favourites and I don't want them getting laddered when we...'

I tailed off mischievously, letting him fill in the blank.

His touch was respectful and confident as he worked very slowly around my suspender belt, popping the fasteners one at a time. The accidental brushes of his fingers on the pale skin of my upper thighs got more and more frequent though. He had been hard from the start, but the little touches were starting to have an effect on me, and I realized that somehow, I had gone from being a tease to being teased myself. Not that I was complaining!

With the stockings safely put to one side, Keith walked back to where I was sitting and squatted down, quickly putting his head between my legs and kissing me deeply down there, as if I might change my mind about letting him do it if he didn't hurry! I put my legs behind his head to keep him there and started breathing heavily as his tongue explored me. I gave one or two little moans and told him I wanted him inside me, now. (There's no point playing hard to get when you're that turned on, I can assure you!)

'I see...' he said, taking his mouth from my pussy, then sat up.

In the space of no more than a couple of seconds he put his hand between my legs, and with just the right degree of directness pushed his middle finger deep inside me. I gasped as it went in, then moaned a little more as he moved his finger in and out, at the same time stroking the inside of my pussy, pressing upwards and outwards. I wasn't sure how he had decided that was just the thing to do but I laid back and let him do it because it was brilliant! After a few seconds, one finger became two, and I got wetter and wetter, and as his hand moved between my legs and his fingers stroked inside me I closed my eyes and let him make me come.

I sat there for a moment, letting him feel the pulsations of my orgasm through his fingers. When my breathing had slowed down to a more respectable rate I gently took hold of his hand, and transferred it from one set of lips to another, gently kissing and licking my own juices from his fingers. Then I gently but firmly held his fingers in mine, as I stood up.

'And now?' he said, smiling at me.

'Haven't you read this story?', I teased him. 'Act 2 takes place in the bedroom!'

'Ah yes, I remember it well!'

Which may not have been the right musical, but fitted the scene beautifully.

And the morale of the story is - it's not fickle, it's flexible. And just going with the flow can be so much fun sometimes!

I’ve made a video to go with the photos, so keep your eye out for that – when I get round to editing it!

Kisses,

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, August 19th 2018

Dressed to Thrill

Hello everyone!

It probably wouldn't surprise you to hear I see myself more as a "quality" lady than a "quantity" lady. What was it they said about that Belgian lager - it's "reassuringly expensive"? Not that I consider I am really expensive, it's just I feel that the little extra you may pay for my time and companionship gets you rather more than the basic service! Take a look at my latest photoset, for example, while I tell you a little something about the gentleman involved.

He is a regular client, a good friend of mine and a man who does appreciate my little extra touches. As usual, Kenneth - I'll call him that - spent some time discussing our forthcoming meeting. Not all of my gentlemen friends do this, by any means, but although I can generally conjure up a suitably happy ending without specific dress instructions, a client who is clear on how he'd like me to dress can make my life easier and the meeting go more to our mutual satisfaction. I can fit in with his wishes and desires, knowing that he will be more likely to enjoy our time together if he has considered and come up with a preferred outfit for the occasion.

Kenneth has this down to a T. I won't go into all the details, but I'll give you a flavour of things.

"What top should I wear?"

"Well, overall I’m thinking more of a Lorna Black than a Lorna Blu."

"OK, I think I have just the very thing. It's quite a sensible blouse, really, but it has this gorgeous satin sheen to it and diamante buttons."

"The kind of black that looks good if a lady were to take a load into her mouth, then gently push it out so that it slips smoothly over her plump, shiny red lips and drops and spatters onto the swell of her breast, perhaps even onto her thighs, in thick white dribbles...?"

"I suppose it would. So, you're planning to do that, are you. You make me sound a little like a candelabra! What about if I tell you I'm planning to let you come in my mouth, then look into your eyes, say your name and then slowly swallow? You know how much I love the flavour of your sperm."

(I can't really describe the noise he made down the phone at this point, but I think it told me he liked the idea!)

"OK...and on your legs?"

"Fawn leggings, I thought. And maybe flip-flops."

"Lorna?!"
"Well, you know what I Iike, and I know what you like. I was just teasing a little! Of course, it will be the usual, stockings, seamed Gios? Perhaps I could get you to check that the seams are nice and straight? Black, I assume?"

"Uh-huh."

(Was it my imagination or had I heard the quiet "vrrr" of a zipper being eased down? I carried on.)

"And I thought the heels you bought me? The ones where I pushed the toe between my pussy lips a little, then made you put it into your mouth..."

"Mmm..."

"There is one thing with those shoes though, darling..."

"And that is...?"

"Well, I was thinking, if we stand in front of the mirror again, and I bend over keeping my legs straight, so you can admire their reflection as I go down on you, I do need to bend very low if I'm going to get your cock all the way into my throat."

(I imagined the jolt as he heard me say that.)

"So you'll have to be nice and hard for me, my sweetheart. Can you manage that?"

(I knew that wouldn't be a problem for Kenneth, but I just wanted him to think a little!)

"Perhaps I can check as soon as we get into the room, darling. Just slowly press my hand into your crotch."

"Aaaahhh..."

(He seemed to have given up all pretence of dignity.)

"Kenneth! I do hope you're not masturbating there!"

"What, no, just...adjusting my position..."

"Well, don't adjust it too much! I'm looking forward to getting a lot of spunk out of you when we meet. Do you know what I think I might do?"

"Tell me."

"I think I'll go into the room with you. The instant the door closes I will turn to face you -not too quickly, mind, and take a step towards you. Close enough that our chests might meet if we both breathe in together. I will touch your cock, to make sure I have your interest, then I will lean in that fraction closer and French kiss you. Deeply. All right so far?"

"Uh-huh..."

"The last time I kissed you, I distinctly remember your cock twitching when I put my tongue in your mouth. So I am going to do it again, as much tongue as I can give you. Filling your mouth. Then, when I can sense you wondering if I'll ever let you breathe again, I'll unzip you, release you, and bend down to suck you to full hardness."

"Oooohhh..."

"Kenneth! Are you sure you're not wanking?"

"No, Lorna, no. I promise."

"Good boy! Because when I have got you stiff enough, I will get onto the bed, show you my body in all its finery, then invite you to do something with me. Do you know what?"

There was a pause, then a voice that seemed to have just the right amount of wonder and desire.

"No...?"

I counted to three, then whispered four words. Each distinct, separate and unmistakable.

"Whatever. You. Fucking. Want."

There was silence for a second or two, and I was a little concerned I may have overdone things.

"Oh."

I laughed, but gently. With affection, not ridicule.

"So that's tomorrow, right? Six o'clock. And remember - no wanking!"

In hindsight I probably did over-egg the pudding a little on the phone call. The next night he made it through the door, the touching, the deep kissing part. He even managed to get through my straight-legged blow job, eyes drinking in the sight of my stocking-clad legs as I took his cock deep into my mouth. But then, just as we were on the bed getting slightly better acquainted, his body suddenly stiffened and he gave a long moan as I felt jet after jet of hot cum flowing over my calf, drenching the black nylon in thick, potent gobbets of silvery-grey semen.

He looked a little apologetic, but I told him it was a lovely compliment. There was no way he faked that orgasm!

Or the other two I gave him that night, come to that...

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, August 11th 2018

Musing while dressing

Yipee, it’s weekend!

I was spending a little time recently multi-tasking. No, not the sort where I have two gentlemen's needs to attend to, but the sort where it turned out while doing one thing I was also doing another.

The thing I was really doing was getting ready to go out to a meeting, which means getting showered and presentable, drying my hair, picking some interesting lingerie, then covering it all up in something that somehow combines nicely respectable with highly fuckable. It sometimes amazes me that I manage to pull it off, as I don't exactly have a planned standard look, but I usually find some way of dressing that has the desired effect. I myself put it down to my twinkly-eyed smile, but one of my regulars is a bit more basic - "Face it, Lorna. You just can't hide tits that good." The old romantic, eh?

Anyway, I got my mobile out to take a few photos as I was getting ready this time. It's kind of a weird approach, as I start out undressed and get more and more clothed as time passes. (I think of it as a pirts, which is a strip in reverse.) At the same time, however, as I get more dressed up I am getting closer and closer to the time when I set off, and by extension closer and closer to the time when the sexual element of our meeting will get underway, so you'll sometimes see me looking more aroused the more fully dressed I am. There's usually a point in the proceedings where I wonder how he'll want to take me and I like to think that comes across in the photos. Just take a look at some of my photosets and I'm sure you'll see the one where I remember I'll have a new lover's cock inside me soon!

The gentleman in question this time was someone I have seen before a few times. There isn't the same thrill of novelty, but on the other hand, the familiarity can be even better. He is more relaxed because he has a pretty good handle on what to do for our mutual pleasure.

I like a man who is generous with his pleasure-giving. I make no promises, but I am often prepared to indulge the tastes, let's say, of a man who is prepared to see that my needs get attended to as well. I have a few gentlemen friends who are *very* gifted when it comes to oral stimulation (yes you RC!), and they find me willing to treat them especially well in return. Then there is the lovely friend of mine from just across the water, who must go weeks without relieving himself, given the amount he can pump over my face and body. I am amazed just how good it feels to work on his cock, pick up those signs that tell me he is getting close, then sit back and shove my chest out so he can shoot his load onto my tits. The guy comes for ages, jet after jet of hot cream on me...hold on, I may need to break off for a moment here and regain some composure!

There's such a range of experiences, from the guys who like to take charge and pound me for as long as they can, to the gentler guy who spends ages kissing and caressing me, whispering how much he wants me. (Both of these guys exist and both have got me to come, by the way!)

There is no right or wrong way to do this; it is either pleasant or it isn't, and even if it isn't the sort of sex that changes your life this time around, there's no reason it couldn't be better next time around. So Lorna's motto for the day - practice makes perfect. Or at least bloody good fun.

Now, if I can just get back to my preparations, this frilly number is for Mr J near Preston. Lovely guy, good conversationalist and keen to explore 69. No grounds for complaint there, I think. You know, it's times like this I love my job!

Sweet kisses to you all.

Lorna Blu xxx

Ps, I’ve just been editing the photos … strange how you can see inside my pussy through the glass dildo!

Sunday, August 5th 2018

A Girls Only Interlude

Hello everyone,

How I love a Sunday. Hope you’re enjoying yours.

You’re going to LOVE my next set of photos … where I have a wonderful, intimate time with my beautiful friend Curvy Claire.

Let me tell you what happened …

The bullfighters have a word for it, that point where things become more serious. They call it "the moment of truth". My Spanish isn't good enough to attempt it, but I didn't need to know how to say it, in order to know that it had arrived. And it happened with the most innocuous of phrases,

"So Lorna, would you like to get on the bed?"

This was said to me by Claire. We had gone overseas for some reliable hot weather (OK, with the benefit of hindsight!) to take a few photos of three busty ladies cavorting by warm water under a baking sun, and things had gone very well during the day. But now that it had come time to do a one-on-one shoot with Claire, for some reason I had got a little nervous.

Don't get me wrong, I have spent quite a bit of time with attractive ladies over the years, but for some reason I was finding it a little harder to deal with Claire. I have noticed this happening from time to time with women, I notice that the timbre of the voice changes, moving accents slightly. I sometimes notice a slight buzzy sensation, a light-headedness, as if I'm not completely myself, and it's as if I'm watching things that Lorna does without really knowing why she is doing them. I always like to feel a little tingle of affection with my escort clients, it's great to have sex with someone you click with. The only thing was I wasn't expecting to feel like that on a professional photo shoot.
So, there we were, standing side by side. Claire somehow seemed taller than I remembered, so I was looking up at her, my gaze flicking from the freckles on the bridge of her nose to the way her fine green eyes seemed to be widening for me. I felt a gentle brushing of fingertips on my skin, then her hand closed over my right breast and pressed, just enough to let me know she was there. Sometimes I want a lover to take the lead, not necessarily doing things to hurt me but so I feel that I enjoy them taking their pleasure from my body. Claire's touch was more tender, more in tune with the way I would do it to another, more taking pleasure from my pleasure. It was a different kind of wanting, but it was just as effective in its way.

Something other than the poolside drinks during the day was getting to me now. I felt something like the gentle buzz of bees inside my head, and dreamily got onto the bed. With Claire's hand still holding my bosom If had that growing sensation of my heart being in my mouth that I equate with falling in love, and I had it bad with Claire, so the pictures you see here are rather more than posed photos; think of this set as a record of a first date fuck.

We posed for those "making out" photos that go down so well - her hands on my breasts, mine gently caressing her legs, the faint 'zzz' of the nylon under my fingers sounding so loud to me. The first kiss we shared was chaste, lips touching lips. I wanted more though and didn't move away once the picture had been taken. I could feel a smile forming on Claire's lips, then just as the cameraman stepped back to move one of the lights she pushed that little bit closer and did what I hoped she would, gently pressing her tongue between my lips. I moved forward and opened my mouth a little, letting her know I was hers to take. It felt more than a little sluttish but I didn't care.
We parted after a few seconds and she whispered something that I didn't quite catch, then we went back to posing, each photo a little more undressed than the one before, each time the touch of her fingers on my body - and the feel of hers under mine - making me that little bit wetter, a little bit more eager, a little more ready to let her do what she wanted with me.

We kissed and stroked some more. Every now and again I gave a little involuntary twitch as something she did to me - all innocuous touches! - caused me to react. She gave me a meaningful look as she eased the straps from my shoulders to release my breasts. Then, with a gentle but firm touch on my shoulder she pushed me back on the bed, in a way that got my nipples hardening and my breath coming faster as if I had run to be with her. I made a low, growling noise at the back of my throat as her head moved closer and her lips closed around my nipple, first the right, then the left, combining delicate chewing motions with prolonged suckling. I smiled and held her there, wishing that I had the milk to give to my red-headed lover and satisfy her.

Then, with an almost terse 'Your turn', Claire peeled her bra down, pressed firm nipples into the flesh of my bosom and kissed me once more. I bent and took her nipple between my lips, biting gently on the exquisite flesh of her nipple. She started panting and lifted my head to hers. I saw her looking me over as if she was searching for a weak spot, so I showed her one, gazing heavy-lidded into her eyes and begging her to use me. I closed my eyes, imploring, and felt my jaw forced open by the pressure of her kiss, my mouth suddenly full of her flavour as her tongue went all the way in. I moaned, put my hands to her breasts and squeezed, hoping she would reciprocate.

'Finger me.'

It wasn't a request. I was thrilled all the same. I put my hand flat to the flesh of her crotch, then eased past the thin strip of panty cloth to put my finger inside her. I thrilled as I heard her moan. She bent over, and I sent my fingers on a voyage of discovery, sliding my hands over her bum cheeks, then pulling her lips delicately apart before penetrating her with one finger. She moaned again, then pulled away, switching places with me, peeling down the pink panties that were my last line of defence. She caressed me, gently fingered me a little, then as if to test I was ready put her mouth to me and pushed her tongue inside me. The sweet wetness that would have flooded onto her tongue will have been all she needed to know. She produced from nowhere a black rubber toy shaped a little like a punctuation mark, and gently but relentlessly forced it between my pussy lips until I was full.

The moaning I could hear now was mine, in response to a wave of pleasure that was partly down to the skill of her tongue on me and the feeling of the black rubber toy she was working inside my pussy. I let her do what she wanted. I came, then she made me come again, then she told me it was her turn. She made me lick my juices from the toy, then ordered me to "put it into her cunt". I twisted and turned it, and put my mouth to where her lips met, to drink Claire's juices and tease the clitoris I could feel under my tongue. I was dimly aware of the camera flash going, but we were both lost in the pleasure we were giving each other.

The room was dark when I woke. I had no way of knowing how long I had slept, but from the adjoining room, I heard the sound of Claire's other half giving her a noisy seeing-to, the little gasps and moans in response of each slap of his body into hers. I felt odd; I knew for certain that what had happened this evening would not be mentioned in the morning and I felt a little betrayed almost, but still horny as hell. I wondered about joining them but decided it wouldn't be right. I lay alone in the warm darkness of the Mediterranean night, then decided there was only one way I was going to get back to sleep. My hand went between my thighs, and I masturbated as I listened to my erstwhile lover getting fucked...

Sweet kisses,

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, July 28th 2018

The Heat Wave

Hello all,

By the time you read this, it is possible the weather may have broken a little and given us some rain. I know we are not supposed to complain about a spell of sunny weather here in the UK, but I think it's safe to say the novelty has worn off by now!

My mood would probably be a bit better if I hadn't had a problem with my car. Yes, you've guessed it, the first time I've wanted to use the air conditioning on my car for goodness knows how long and it wasn't working! It seems I wasn't the only car owner to have this problem though, my trusted local garage was very busy fixing this same complaint on half the cars in my area. I know I could have gone elsewhere, but the owner and I have this little understanding that often sees my bills discounted by generous amounts. I won't go into too much detail but every now and again a little wining, dining and cavorting have seen some substantial repair bills come down quite considerably. I don't think you can put a price on loyalty, can you?

Anyway, a few days back I made it to the head of the queue and was duly refilled. Apparently, a long time without using the air con can give rise to little leaks in the system, and a little leak given long enough can mean no cool breeze for Lorna. Well, I suppose it's an excuse to drive knickerless!

Having made an arrangement with Alan to attend to his needs when things have got back to normal at the garage, I set off to treat myself to a solo picnic in my lovely cool car. I thought with the weather this good I would take my camera out and get some nice al fresco shots, so I headed out to a little place I know that is quite nearby, set up my camera and began to pose.

My M&S sandwich hadn't lasted too long, so I sat down, undressed to reveal a judicious amount of skin (plus the obligatory stockings and suspenders) and read through a magazine while the auto function on my mobile did its stuff. The article wasn't all that fascinating, and my mind started wandering onto the subject of Josh, one of the younger guys who works in Alan's garage. In the past, he has been offered to me to go along on test runs, in case some motor repair needs looking at while I take the car on a test drive, and in fact, he did come along with me once when I was having ignition problems sorted out. He seems a pleasant chap, but he wasn't a natural conversationalist. Or perhaps he was a little affected by my direct manner?

Anyway, at one point while the air con was being attended to, I saw him at the back of the garage, reaching up under a vehicle that had been jacked up high. It was too hot for overalls, it seemed, so he was just in shorts. I was surprisingly struck by his body. Wiry, I would say, rather than muscular, but if he had an inch of fat on him then I couldn't see it! The thought came back to me as I started on some naughtier pictures, putting my lunchtime banana to a use that Tesco's wouldn't normally advertise!
I started to fantasise as I did. I closed my eyes a little, easing the banana inside myself, and let the mobile click away while I wondered if Josh had a girlfriend.

My fantasy took the form of a safe sex encounter, safe because I would tell him we weren't allowed to touch each other, and he wasn't even allowed to touch himself until I said so. I pictured him looking hungrily at my tantalising mature body, off limits while I twisted myself into naughty poses, teased myself with the banana, and generally worked myself up to a nice, near-orgasm state. I thought of the way his eyes would drink in the golden-brown valley between my breasts, the stomach I was showing him as I pulled up my skirt to fuck myself, and the smooth thighs that would close around the young man's waist to pull him deep inside me, if only that were allowed.

I closed my eyes as the orgasm went through me, drifting into that dreamlike state that washes over me sometimes when I’ve come. I imagined nodding to Josh, giving him permission to do what he must be dying to do. I thought of the look his face would have as he shyly unzipped, reaching into his pants to bring out a penis for a woman old enough to be his mother, but very willing to be his lover.

In my mind's eye, I saw a beautiful cock, dark as my tanned thighs, hints of mauve and purple in the veins along its length, foreskin peeling back from the plum-like head as he got harder. I pictured him at first standing by my feet, then teasingly asking if he wouldn't like to get a little closer, till he was standing over me, one foot planted each side of my hips, slowly rubbing himself as he devoured my body with his eyes.

I imagined myself sitting up, my hands on the floor behind me, a coy look on my face as my eyes flicked between his face and his cock, inviting him closer so his penis is just a few inches from my face, licking my lips wantonly to make him want me more. I thought he might try to make me take him into my mouth, but a gentle shake of the head reminds him that no touching is allowed. Besides, I have something else in mind.

'I like to see a man come, Josh,' I tell him, 'wouldn't you like to show me how much you want me?'

I gently tap my breastbone with the fingertips of my right hand.

'Right here. Aim here. Point that cock at me and aim at my heart.'

His breathing speeds up. He must be close. I count to three, then stop playing even slightly fair.

I wiggle my chest from side to side just a fraction, then whisper,

'Give it to me now, Josh. Soak my tits with your sperm.'

So he does.

That's the thing with younger men, they seem to come so very much when handled correctly. Or not handled, in this case! I might be fantasising, but I bet I wouldn't be far wrong, I picture great ropes of lovely shiny spunk splashing onto my breasts, forming puddles on the top, then trickling slowly into my cleavage and down onto my thighs, juicy grey splashes of semen lost in the snakeskin patterns of my dress.

I must have dozed off after my banana session. I woke, thankfully not too exposed, but a little disappointed not to find myself covered in Josh's juice. I packed up the camera and the blanket and drove myself home, wondering if I dared to drop by the garage and invent a funny noise the engine might be making. Maybe one for the future...

Hope you enjoy the very naughty pics to go with my tale ;-)

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, July 22nd 2018

Skinny Dipping

Hello my horny friends,

As I’m appearing as ‘Escort of the Day’ today, I’d like to thank all of you who messaged, emailed and called me … such great feedback – I’m really grateful.

I’ve just posted my latest photoset – Skinny Dipping. There are some tasteful shots of me posing solo by a swimming pool that were taken during my recent break in Spain. The brilliant sunshine really brings photos to life, I feel, but as you'll see from the angle of the shadows the sun was high - and rather unforgiving - so it didn't take me long to decide it might be nice to slip into the pool, rather than just bake on the recliner. Having taken that step, it seemed quite natural to strip off the few garments that were keeping me modest and cavort as nature intended in the warm sunshine.
I could really have done with someone to massage sunscreen into my particularly sensitive parts, but as it turned out this pool interlude didn't last too long! After only a relatively few shots my photographer told me he was very keen to slip into something warm, wet and inviting himself, and once I had realised he didn't mean the pool we were back in a cool shady room during the midday sun. I won't go into too much detail about how we spent the afternoon, but he insisted on checking me over for signs of sunburn very diligently. Well, it seemed as good a way of any of passing the time while he got his second wind. (Incidentally, for those of you who are connoisseurs of naughty thoughts, have a look at the photos of me posing naked by the pool, holding that little sheer black garment. See if you can tell that I have just been fucked - twice - since the demure recliner pics!
No, the story this brings to mind is from a few years back, when I decided I needed a break from things and flew off to Spain by myself. It wasn't the height of summer, so the hotel I booked into was reasonably quiet, but the weather was still warm enough for someone raised on British weather to consider it quite balmy. It was certainly warm enough to recline by an otherwise empty pool, on an otherwise nearly empty sun terrace. I say nearly empty because clearly another British woman had felt the need for some solo sunshine. She was mixed race and looked a similar age to myself; perhaps a little taller and also smaller-breasted than I was in a way that I sometimes envy. (Not many of my gentleman friends agree with me on this point, however!)
We had exchanged a brief greeting when we met, and from her "good morning" I thought I picked up the hint of a Welsh accent. That was about as far as our conversation went, however, and after breakfast that first day I was happy to leave it at that. The reason was about six feet two of local Spanish manhood who, to my delight, was employed to bring drinks to holidaymakers on the terrace, handle a drinks tray with an outrageous flourish and apparently flirt like hell with solitary women.
It took me less than fifteen minutes to decide a little light refreshment would not go amiss in the heat. Roberto took his time bringing it, and I was deep into chapter two of my holiday paperback when I heard a polite cough and glanced up from my book to see what looked an awful lot like the outline of a fat, half-erect cock clearly visible through Roberto's tight trousers. A little taken aback I glanced up to his face, where some of the brightest teeth I have ever seen were smiling in an expression that seemed, to a guilty little Lorna to say "Yes, I know exactly what you were looking at." I couldn't remember my room number and searching in my handbag for the key I found a few notes. I handed over enough for the drink plus a little tip. He smiled again and inclined his head slightly and I just knew he held my virtue in the palm of his hand. The thing was, so did he.
I watched the trousers and the taut legs inside them make their way back to the bar, diverting along the way to attend to my new Welsh acquaintance. He leaned over her as listened to her request, then nodded politely and rose to fetch her order. As he did I saw her put her hand to his leg, patting his thigh the way you might praise a dog. He was still for a second, and after the slightest of pauses, I saw her thumb move, following the outline of the head of his cock with her nail, before coming to rest with the flesh of her thumb pressing against him. He let her do that for a second, then something happened that I didn't see clearly and she lifted her hand away a couple of inches, squeaking slightly in surprise.
I was really very curious now, and though I turned back to my book and tried to read, the words were just meaningless shapes on the page. I made myself wait a few moments, so as not to look like someone who should be in rehab rather than on holiday, then waved at Roberto, holding up my empty glass. Downing that much sangria so quickly was probably not a great idea, and with the healthy - ok, small - breakfast I had eaten, it went to my head slightly. I smiled a gleaming smile as he came up to me. He squatted by the recliner. Once again my eyes drifted to his crotch. He was smiling at me when I looked back at his face.
'Is there something I can do for you, Mrs...?'
'Mrs' was really not the right thing to say to me at that point in my life, but I was quite willing to let that pass in his case.
'Lorna.'
'Lorna...that is a beautiful name. You are Scottish, or have family there, perhaps?'
'How did you know? You're very...perceptive.'
'Thank you, and you are very attractive.'
His English was impeccable, I did hope that the slight accent was not fake and he wasn't really from Luton or something. Though right then I could have forgiven him anything
'Could I have another of these, please?'
'Anything for such a beautiful lady.'
He gave me another dazzling smile. I caught myself swooning, and on the point of wondering whether our kids would be bilingual. I got back to the task in hand, namely pretending to read while I peered over the book and watched the most beautiful buttocks for miles make their way back to the bar. I frowned a little as he diverted to Miss Wales again. She hadn't been quite so quick to drain her glass, I noticed, so perhaps she was getting an order in advance. I caught her looking across at me as she spoke to him, and he looked across as well. I half put my hand up in a wave, feeling more than a little foolish, and he smiled at me. It looked as if I was doing a little better in the flirting stakes than she was. Then he turned and paid attention to her, nodding as she said something. I saw both of them glance at me, then he was nodding at her. He stood and headed to the bar. I pretended to return to my book. I was sure she was doing the same.
It was three fake page-turns later that he came back with my drink. I thanked him, then realised I still didn't have the foggiest idea what my room number was. I started digging for cash again. I had just enough to cover the drink. He took it and made to leave.
'Wait a minute, i..., I really should give you a tip....'
He squatted by my recliner.
'You wish to reward me?'
I'd have had him on that terrace there and then, and to hell with Miss Wales.
'Yes...'
I was all of a sudden very conscious of how much like a teenager I must have sounded as my voice trailed off.
'OK. Look at me.'
I stared deep into mesmerising brown eyes, the thick, dark brows moving slightly as he smiled again. Making sure I could tell it was no mistake, he slowly stretched out his hand and took hold of my right breast, gently but firmly squeezing the flesh beneath his fingertips.
Of course I let him. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, I let him feel me up as I, in turn, pretended to ask an innocent question.
'What did you do to the Welsh woman that made her jump?'
'You mean Jess?'
He looked across to her lounger. I followed his eyes and saw her looking back at us, watching intently as Roberto fondled me. Her mouth was parted slightly as if she was eager to be on my lounger instead. I smiled at her.
'Yes,' I said languidly, 'Jess. Why did she squeak like that?'
'I will show you,' he said, 'put your hand just as she did.'
I made sure she saw as I put my fingers on the oh-so-tight trousers. She was staring in fascination as I began the same movement, my thumb pressing into the bulge of his shaft half-way along its length, then following it to the tip. Suddenly, without any movement of his legs, Roberto made his cock twitch and swell, pushing my thumb back a little as it grew. Despite myself, I pulled back and made exactly the same squeak she had. He laughed gently.
I wasn't sure what to do now. I didn't really want to get into a drinking game with Jess, where the last woman standing got to fuck the waiter or something. I think he saw the hint of alarm on my face. He let his hand linger a second more, then we were back to being a respectable customer and waiter. Almost.
'Thank you for giving me the tip. And now I have something for you. I had to go back to the bar for paper before, but I have it now.'
One eyebrow raised he presented me with a folded slip of paper. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Jess packing away her paperback and heading back to the main hotel building. To the victor go the spoils, I thought to myself. I looked back at Roberto, but he was already moving on around the gardens, tidying things up as he went. Of course, he had to maintain the appearance of business as usual. As casually as I could I unfolded the paper. The handwriting was firm and large - hardly a surprise, I thought! - and he was clearly a man of few words.
'Room 131. 15 minutes. Come to me.'
I flushed. I folded the note neatly, thinking of a time to come when I would treat this little piece of paper as a memory of a horny sexual encounter, and finished my drink slowly, savouring the fruit flavours and the melting ice with each sip. There was no sign of Roberto as I put down my empty glass. Perhaps he was already there. Should I play it cool? There wasn't much point to that, between him squeezing my tits and me rubbing his cock there was little doubt we were both on the same page of the script. If anything, I probably needed to hurry a little, in case he only had a half-hour break or something. Ordinarily, I would have felt a little demeaned at being fitted into a meal-break like that, but right then I was feeling so damn horny. I walked through reception, climbed the stairs - the lift would have taken too long - and found myself outside 131 more or less straight away.
I could see the door was ajar. I didn't bother knocking. I moved quietly inside, found the "do not disturb" sign and hung it on the handle, then pushed it to. With the door closed the room was dark. I took a deep breath and walked into the room proper.
'Thank god you're here.'
That wasn't a Spanish accent.
In the low light from the bedside fittings, I saw Jess. Naked, spread-eagled on the bed face up, a large, silent vibrator jutting from her crotch. Startled I looked away, then glanced back. I could see the thin cords looped several times around each ankle then pulled tight around the leg of the bed. I could see how a similar arrangement fastened her left hand to the post by the pillow, but the right was still free.
'The last hand is always a bit of a sod to get tight. Would you mind?'
Dreamily I pulled her arm outwards and wrapped the ropes around the bedpost.
'A bit tighter, please? I can still get loose here! A bow knot will do to finish off, if that's all you know. Just as long as I can't reach it.'
I did as I was told. I thought I had hurt her when I tugged the rope tighter, but she just smiled and gave me that heavy-lidded look of desire I had seen while Roberto was groping me.
'Thanks!'
'OK, what do I do now?'
She smiled again, hungry, randy, anticipating.
'Anything - you - want.'
She clearly meant that literally. She let it sink in a little, then gestured with her head towards a group of paddles, crops and straps on the dressing table.
'There are some toys over there for later if you like, but seeing as it took me long enough to get into this position, why don't you start by turning this rabbit on?'
I nodded, turned the base, and listened to the grunt of relief as the motor started spinning the plastic inside her.
'And now?'
'I reckon you're probably all fired up after letting young Roberto tit you up out there. Why don't you ditch the swimming costume, sit on my face, and let my Welsh tongue take your mind off his Spanish meat for a bit? It's been ages since I had some lovely English pussy.'
My head was spinning slightly. I don't know whether it was the heat, the drink, the waiter or this willing victim wanting me to take her and do anything to her. Then I felt the dampness in my pants and realised what I needed to do. I walked to the door and locked it, then stripped naked in front of my eager captive audience of one and climbed onto the bed.
'I believe you are called Jess,' I said, 'My name is Lorna.'
I couldn't make out her reply ...

Sweet kisses,

Stay Horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, July 14th 2018

Lorna Blu and Jet Lag

Dear Horny Friends,

I love travelling, but there is one aspect of it I could well do without ... Jet lag - that dreadful thing where your body clock and local time don't match up, and you're asleep while everyone's awake. Or awake when everyone's asleep. Fortunately, while I can't do much about the first, I have a way of making the second more bearable. And that's where you come in...

In the hours since I landed I have found that Japan is amazing, the hotel is excellent, my room is comfortable and the bed just calls out to me to fall asleep on this wonderful mattress. The only thing is that although my mind knows it is the early hours my body is convinced it is lunchtime.

I can't be the only woman who has found herself drifting off to sleep after making love. I know oh so many men who do the same! So that is why you're here, perhaps a little surprised that I sought you out as a fellow night owl, and probably more than a little sceptical of my offer - asking you to give me a few moments to freshen up before coming up to my room. But when I answered your tentative knock at the door wearing only this nightie and a dazzling smile- yes, it was for real. I need to be fresh for tomorrow's business meeting, you see, so you'll be doing me a favour.

It has to be on my terms though. Let me take the lead, my darling. I promise you won't regret it! I sense a little reluctance at first, but when I gently press my body to yours, and you feel the warmth of my full, braless breasts moulding themselves to your chest you are happy to accept. Happy also to accept my lips on yours, to wait a second, then feel my tongue inside your mouth. You try to put your hand on my bosom, but that would push us apart and I want you close right now. Instead you do as I do, put your arms around me my shoulders and pull us together. Your hand slips down and cups my buttock. That is fine by me. I wiggle gently against you and press my crotch against yours. My smile broadens at your stiffness and we kiss again, this time your tongue in my mouth. We break apart, I grin, then reach down and unzip you, leading you to the bed by your cock.

You wonder why I am rubbing you so much, you know you cannot last long. With my free hand I take yours and place it on my breast, wiggling slightly to push the full warm globe in your hand tight into you, flesh pressing between your fingertips and a hard nipple stabbing into your palm. You don't want to come so quickly, but it's my show, remember? I slow down a little, but not enough to stop what happens next. My fingertips are barely touching your cock as you come, and the gorgeous shiny liquid drips over my hand like wax from a melted candle. You're a little breathless now but watch eagerly as I look you in the eye and lick my hand clean.

You wonder what comes next, and I answer you by turning this way and that upon the bed, my nightie riding higher, revealing flashes of my legs, my bottom and more, till in the end I lose patience with it, and shrug it from my shoulders. I am naked now, and eager. I allow you to kiss my nipple briefly, then lift your head with a gentle hand on your cheek.

'Right, it's your turn to freshen up. The shower is over there. No skimping - I want to be able to taste soap on very part of your body. And I will be checking!'

A little naughty smile. From both of us.

'That hand job was just to take the edge off things a little. When you come back from the shower I'll be here, like this' - I lay back on the pillows, my hands crossed discreetly over my pussy, my upper arms pushing my naked breasts together into a second set of pillows - 'and the second time you come you'll be inside me. But a minimum of half an hour lovemaking first.'

Your cock is already twitching back to life. Perhaps the prospect has made you a bit bolder, bold enough to speak for the first time.

'Or else?'

I struggle to keep a straight face. You can't miss the twinkle in my eye as I try my best to make this sound like a threat as I send you to the bathroom.

'Or else we'll have to keep doing it until you get it right!'

I like the way your eyes crease when you smile. I can tell I'm going to enjoy waking up with you.

Have a great weekend!

Lots of love,

Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, July 7th 2018

Come on England!

Hello my Horny friends,

Such an exciting day today!

If I'm up to date with my postings, this will be going up onto my profile the same day that England takes on Sweden in the World Cup quarter-final.

(You didn't think I was going to ignore it completely, did you?!)

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I found myself watching the last England game by myself, dressed pretty much as you see me in these shots. OK, the way I saw it I might not have been able to hold his undivided attention through the whole evening, but I was pretty sure I could come off the bench to good effect towards the end of the match! The only thing was that my intended for the evening failed a late fitness test - something about a forgotten anniversary, I think the voice message said - which left me watching the match alone.

Now so many people had been telling me that England had a penalty shoot-out curse of many years' standing, and although it wasn't something that would normally affect me, this time around I could feel a knot of tension building as the game went on, and England first of all let their lead slip away, then couldn't re-establish themselves over extra time. I heard someone on the commentary say they needed to have prepared psychologically for going into penalties, to find a way to make the unbearable not just bearable but turn it into a route to pleasure. Something clicked in my mind at that point, and I prepared my own little mental strategy for handling this unwelcome outcome.

I slipped off to my bedroom cupboard and took out one of my particular favourite toys., just in case. Some vibrators are just that bit more successful at imposing themselves on one's body, and this one fitted the bill completely.

I do like playing sex games, you see, situations where I kind of take myself out of the driving seat and let myself be dictated to. Often, it's a nice confident male, but on this occasion, it was going to be my battery-powered lover and the individual outcomes of each of the penalties. I knew that a kick would either result in a goal or not a goal - save or miss didn't matter to me here - and the game I decided to play was that in each case a goal would see the toy sliding into me (for as long as it took to set up the next kick), whereas a miss would mean I would hit the off switch and take my buzzy friend out, again for the time taken to arrange the next penalty. It seemed a good way of approaching things, and I allowed myself a little "warm-up" time, with my toy on a medium setting.

The choice of fantasy plays a crucial part in a decent session of what I call "rabbit time", and in this case, the team nature of the game played a part. I am not normally someone who goes in for group sex, but on this occasion, it seemed only natural to have a series of lovers fuck me, one after another. I got a little naughty with my fantasy and set the referee the task of holding me down while the others took their turns. I was already quite well along the road to orgasm when the final whistle blew for the end of extra time, and I settled down to follow the twists and turns of the contest.

I gave each of my fantasy lovers the time it took to score or miss to enjoy my body. I didn't get too involved with their appearance, but the approach to each penalty dictated how that particular fuck went. The confident men, smashing each shot home in unstoppable style turned into fast, hard fucks, with those players filling me with their cream after sex where they were too aroused to last long. Those who placed their shots, gently sidefooting the ball home after a bit of body language subterfuge to confuse the keeper, became the slower, gentler lovers who looked to give me pleasure at the same time they were taking theirs. It takes all sorts to make for a hot fantasy, I find!

If you saw the penalties you'll see that it wasn't all plain sailing! I was on the verge of a lovely little climax when one miss each by an Englishmen and a Colombian meant I had to remove my vibrator at a crucial point in proceedings. Now I can see how edging and spoiling orgasms must feel for guys - remind me to try that sometime - any willing victims? The next show was a goal for England. Yes! I eased the toy into my pussy and felt the vibrations taking me back to where I was so close before. Just a little more - just a little more. Then on the very next penalty, the lovely English goalkeeper stuck out a strong, firm arm and deflected the ball away. I was almost on the verge of coming, so close I swear I could have thought myself to orgasm without the toy! I stayed like that, agonisingly on the edge, poised as delicately as the contest itself. The commentator scared me by mentioning the prospect of sudden death - a fate that sounded quite possible if I didn't get to come soon - but thankfully the final England penalty taker didn't falter. He stepped up thoughtfully and planted the final shot just out of a despairing goalkeeper's reach. I mentally treated him by thinking of him finishing hard and fast inside me, then brought myself off a second time as the team hugged and celebrated together.

I have read the reports since then that say that the England penalty jinx has finally been laid. And, even though it wasn't quite what I was expecting, in a way so was I! I am not sure if I'm in that much of a hurry to repeat my penalty gang-bang fantasy (remember what I said about variety?), so if I find myself playing solo this afternoon I may come up with a way of masturbating that rewards a victory at the end of 90 minutes!

Hope you enjoy my really naughty Footie photos.

Fingers crossed!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, June 6th 2018

Lorna Blu in the Loo

Hello my horny friends,

Now, certain things are regarded as private or taboo … like visits to the toilet - Which, let’s face it, makes them even more intriguing! Ladies on the loo – generally done behind closed doors (except in long-standing relationships) is one of those ‘mysteries to men’.
My latest set of photos is a compilation of ‘me in the loo’. I’ve taken these photos over a period of time in various people’s toilets (You may even be able to spot your own toilet!). In most of the photos I’m wearing lady-like outfits including stockings, suspenders and heels, except for a couple of near-naked pics where I’m just clad in a pair of white panties.
Now if you’re concerned that these may be a bit too gruesome … never fear, wee-wees only!
I’m also posting a short watersports video which includes two scenarios …. In one of them I pee all over the bathroom floor through my lacy black panties. I’m wearing very high heels, which I stumble and nearly fall over in. I was going to edit this part out of the vid clip, but then I thought I’d give you all a laugh at my expense! Enjoy!

Stay Horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, May 27th 2018

Rude in Red

Hello my horny friends,

Summer is here, the sun is shining and it’s a long weekend – life is good!

Let me tell you about a very naughty interlude with a great friend of mine…

From time to time I have a little yearning for the unconventional, and he is very good at delivering the goods for me. Yes, I do know those words can be taken in several ways, and I think it's fair to say all of them are right!
So, about this red outfit... the basis for this was I had heard that wearing red made a woman feel more confident, more positive and, not to put too fine a point on it, more fuckable. The unconventional angle? A "look but don't touch" session. We had to get each other to come without any touching or kissing. Just a little aperitif to our main session, after dinner in the expensive hotel he booked for us. We had already spent a little time in bed, and I left him naked there while I got myself ready.
I took a little longer than I had planned, making sure my make-up was just so, because I wanted the whole thing to work for him. The crimson skirt that was tight enough to emphasise, long enough to appear respectable and yet still somehow convey the exact opposite. The sleeveless sheer top, teasingly see-through enough to display one of my favourite bras, the top few buttons there for decoration only when I wore it, a minor distraction from the cleavage that you know I want you to see. Those vertical pleats on either side. You know you just want to run your tongue over my skin and taste the scent I have sprayed between my breasts. You know the taste will be odd, and yet you will still want to do it. And last but not least that belt, like the button that you are warned not to press, it's the rip cord that you suspect will undress me for your pleasure. So, yes - I like the red outfit.
So did he.
When he said what it made him want to do, I pretended to be shocked. I decided I would be Miss Innocent to his Horny Guy.
'What, up against this wall?'
He didn't reply, he just grunted, and kept wanking.
'I think I might like that,' I said. 'Just a little rough, nothing too much.'
I took his suggestion and began to improvise a scenario with as I posed for him (and, thankfully, my phone!)
'You will be gentle with me, I hope? Not too much French kissing, for instance. How do you think I might feel if I could barely breathe for your tongue in my throat? And please don't paw my breasts too much! '
'Tits, not breasts.' He seemed to be rubbing quite hard now.
'Tits? That seems such a hard word, don't you think? Do you think I enjoy describing them as my tits? Tits sound like something you squeeze when you're confident you can get a woman to open her legs for you, something you play with because she thinks doesn't want you to and you think she does. Tits are something you pour loads of baby oil over, then mould either side of your cock while you fuck them. Tits are something you cover with fat white globs of spunk when you've finished rubbing yourself between them. Do these look like tits to you?
Apparently they did.
'And I suppose this lovely skirt is something to be ignored, lifted so it's no longer in the way, so there's no obstacle between you and my...'
I ran my hand up my stocking-clad leg, savouring the feel of the nylon rasping under my fingertips. Appreciating my legs as something lovely in their own right even if he didn't, as something other than limbs either side of...my voice tailed off. I looked a little reluctant.
'Please don't tell me you want me to call her my cunt?'
He moaned. How did I guess? I pretended not to notice and moved the goalposts, looking over at him as I started to undo my top.
'So, you've got me up against this wall. You've had your tongue down by my tonsils, and you're pushing and pulling madly at my top. Half the time you're pushing your hands onto my...tits... the rest of the time you're trying to get them out so you can suck on them or something. Is that the idea?'
Another moan, his hand working faster now.
'And now you're feeling me up below the waterline. Trying to finger me. It's a very crude foreplay! Do you think you'll have got me wet like that?'
The top was off, the skirt was off. Just my far from underwear between his eager hands and my reluctant body. I looked at him defiantly.
'I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of pulling my panties off, you know.'
Another moan. I hoped I hadn't overdone it, I didn't want him coming just yet. Not over these next five words, anyway.
'I'll take them off myself.'
I moved to the sofa and lay back. I opened my legs so he could see my...ah, I have to use the bad word, don't I? So he could see my cunt. So he could see where I wanted him.
'Do you know I didn't get to come last time a man fucked me,' I said, 'you can't always rely on men like that. But I'm quite good at coping by myself. Do you want to see?'
There was very little of the red aspect of the red outfit left. Instead there was the black of my lingerie, the black trim of the bra now pulled down and forcing full, thick-nippled tits into the air, perky and dying to be sucked and bitten. And the black of the suspender belt and stockings. And in the centre of it all there was pink - the pink where my hands were busy, holding lips apart, stroking, rubbing and in the end entering, first one finger then two, moving inside me to bring me off.
I could tell he was close. No time to lose.
'For fuck's sake, not there! Not under the covers. Out here, where I can see it. Feel it on me. Now.'
It should have been a dignity stripper, but we were both too far gone to pay attention. He threw back the cover and almost ran to stand between my knees, aiming at me.
He still came first, despite my efforts. Bu the sight of him closing his eyes, then the heat of his juice on my belly and tits pushed me over the edge. I felt that heat falling on me another half dozen times as I came. I had hoped he might come on my fingers as I masturbated, so I could push it inside me, but it wasn't to be. I groaned as I came. He reached up to feel my tits as I did, wiping the back of his spunky fingers on my nipple to give me more.
'I thought this was no touching,' I said sternly, 'You'll have to have a forfeit of some kind! Let me see... Now, we're going down to dinner next, then afterwards I believe you're planning to fuck my arse off. Well, I don't mind having a slightly sticky suspender belt, ‘but I will not be happy if I have to sit down to eat with all this sperm on my belly and breasts. Oh, and thighs, I missed a bit. Though it appears you didn't. So someone's going to have to clean me up, if I'm going to feel amorous later...'
He gave me a mock frown and set to work. So much nicer than wet wipes!

Sweet kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
@BluLorna

Wednesday, May 23rd 2018

How to Brighten a Dull Day

Hello to all my Horny Friends,

The modern world seems to make so many demands on us, don't you find? I had a particularly busy morning the day before yesterday, for instance. Ordinarily I maybe wouldn't mention it, but I have been planning a long trip for a while now, and I was eager to make sure I had some updates for you in the pipeline - I really don't like disappointing my gentleman friends, you see! - so I was trying to fit too much in. And I certainly let things get on top of me this time out.

(Yes, I know there are two examples of double entendre there, but stay with me and you'll see why it is appropriate in this case!)

One of the updates I had been hoping to do would have involved some pictures I was planning to take at a meeting with a special friend of mine called Tom. To cut a long story short there was a last-minute hitch and things did not go according to the original plan, and even though as luck would have it a Plan B came along to rescue the situation, that particular shoot has been put on hold for another time. So, when I got up yesterday morning the photos set I was hoping to prepare for upload didn't exist.

Now I am quite a resourceful girl given the chance, and as it happened someone had written to me asking if I would do a photoset as a naughty cleaner. I wouldn't mind betting he knows of a cleaning lady who looks a bit like me and he quite fancies the idea of burning the midnight oil with her (or me!) at some stage. The idea tickled me a little, so I sorted out a prop or two, set up my camera and got into character. That will be a separate update (in which I will explain what happened on the night when Tom didn't get to fuck me!)

All seemed back on track, until I went to the sink to rinse out my morning coffee cup and discovered that that the plughole wasn't doing what plugholes are supposed to do. Instead of flowing away nicely I saw grey water and coffee grounds just sitting in the sink, circling the plughole slowly but refusing to go down it. Bearing in mind my trip I decided this was just the time to get an emergency plumber into action, rather than come back to a rancid smelling kitchen. I fretted that they wouldn't be able to turn up in time, but as it happened the girl I spoke to said she would sort something out as soon as she could and get back to me. So, back on an even keel once more, I took myself back to the bedroom and began my solo session.

I don't want to spoil anything about that upcoming photoset, but let's just say I planned to relive some events from the night before! I do like to add that little extra something to my photosets, so even in cases when it's just me by myself you can assume that Lorna has had a pleasurable moment or two during the shoot! I know a lot of girls put on their interview pages that they masturbate five times a day or something; I'm not quite as frequent as that, but I do generally masturbate during a photo set, I rather like having orgasms even if I have to sort them out for myself and it also means I don't view the photosets as a chore, more a chance to cum!

So, where was I? Ah yes, I was getting down and dirty as a cleaner, if that isn't too contradictory! So, I was just getting intimate in a slightly kinky way when my mobile made that "you've got a text" noise. I ignored it because I had just got to a particularly juicy part of my fantasy and let myself go on that part of the journey to a climax where I often start getting vocal. I moaned a little, then said "oh fuck, yes", perhaps a little bit louder than I planned to. The next thing wasn't in my fantasy, it was a male voice calling "Hello?" in a slightly quizzical voice, coming in through a bedroom window I had forgotten I left open. Damn those heatwaves! So that is how I had the accident with the bottle of cleaning product. Oops...!

I glanced at my phone and saw the message from the plumber saying he'd be with me in a few minutes. I looked down at my cleaner outfit, and saw myself unbuttoned, my boobs poking out, my panties pulled to one side and a decidedly engorged look to the parts where I had been experimenting with a spray bottle. I couldn't answer the front door looking like this!

"Hello. It's the plumber. Did you say something?"

I could almost hear the amusement in his voice. There was no way he didn't hear my squeaks of passion. I didn't know what was worse, the embarrassment of being caught out or the frustration at being so close to coming, then forced to stop! In that second, I had a brief glimpse of how it must feel to have an orgasm ruined by a partner. Only he wasn't a partner... I shouted something like

"I'll be there in a minute!"

and pictured him calling back up to me,

"Yes, I thought that might be what was going on!"

But fortunately, he didn't. I hurriedly got into a slightly less debauched outfit and made my way down to let him in. He was tall, slim, casual in his jeans and T-shirt. He acted slightly coolly, wearing a curious, knowing expression it seemed to me, but on the surface was very professional. He quickly diagnosed a blocked U-bend and asked if I had one of those plunger things. He said if I worked on it with one of those, getting both hands round the shaft he was sure it wouldn't take me very long to get everything going. I ignored that double meaning and told him I hadn't. In that case, he asked, did he have my permission to go down and explore my pipework? I don't shock easily, but I did blush a little as he flirted so outrageously.

"It won't take long," he said, "I know just where to apply my skilful fingers to get a result you'll just love."

I nodded and looked on approvingly as he practically threw himself on his back and went to work in the sink cupboard. It wasn't lost on me that he could see right up my skirt from that position, so I took a step forward to make sure that he knew that I knew. In the process I accidentally kicked the hard hat he had put on the floor beside him.
"Look out lady! I wouldn't want you damaging my helmet, I might need that later."

He grinned at his joke, at which point I decided attack was the best form of defence. I changed the subject.

"So, did you hear me before?"

He stopped working on the plastic pipe, looked at me and nodded, smiling.

"And what do you think?"

My voice was firm and clear. I was pleased to see him struggle a bit to find the words.

"What do I really think?"

"Really."

"Well, if I'm honest... my first thought was what a pillock I was."

"And why was that?"

"Because if I had waited a couple of minutes instead of calling out straight away, I would have got to hear you come."

I saw the bulge in his jeans. I love it when I make a man hard like that! I decided it was my turn to be a little outrageous.

"Well, don't feel too bad about it! You can leave me your business card. I'm sure there will be other times. Just not for a while as I'm going away for a few days. Unless..."

"Unless?" He was hooked.

"Like they say, there's no time like the present! Why don't you leave the kitchen sink for now? I have something more pressing I'd like you to look at."

Which is how we came to be snogging like teenagers in seconds flat, his tongue sinking deep in my mouth and his hands cupping and stroking my body me everywhere. We rushed upstairs, where he bent over the spare bed and took me doggy fashion, before flipping me onto my back and pounding me to that orgasm he had so horribly ruined just a few minutes earlier, then fucked me to another noisy climax that he savoured before I made him pull out and spray my pussy lips with his hot juice.

I lay back on the bed and traced my fingers through the warm goo he had left on me, as he grinned, dressed and made his way down to the kitchen, free at last to get his hands dirty. I was still slightly dreamy when came down to find him tidying up and looking thoughtfully at me as he filled in his job sheet. I looked at the kitchen clock. Twenty-two minutes since he had turned up on the doorstep. That must have been a record for both of us!

Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Monday, May 7th 2018

Lorna Blu the Alpha Tester

Hello my horny friends,

I hope you've had a wonderful Bank Holiday Weekend and enjoyed the superb weather ... I certainly have. Perfect G&T weather :-)

I do like to try new things from time to time! Not necessarily in terms of the actual sex - there is only so much variation to be had from putting a penis in a vagina, after all - but in terms of the scene setting and the context that goes around it and turns it into an Experience, with a capital 'e'. It's one of the reasons I enjoy role play so much. Some people are quite specific in what they would like to do during a role play session, and in fact I have known a guy hand me a script and more or less ask me to play the part according to the scenario that they have written down.
It can be a very satisfying way of making sure that the author gets what he is looking for from the experience, and from my point of view it means that there are no nasty surprises, but it seems to me that it runs the risk of destroying spontaneity. The element of "will she?/won't she?" is taken away, if you know that I will go down on you, will suck you to ecstasy and will swallow your load afterwards. (Then again, I've never had any complaints on that score!)
Getting back to new things, though when Andy got in touch with me he was excited for two reasons. Firstly, we had really hit it off in a previous meeting so he was keen to live the Lorna experience once again, and secondly because he claimed he had a new idea he wanted to try out on me. It's early days yet, he said, but he thought I was the ideal person to do some alpha testing on. I must confess I had to look up the term alpha testing after I had said yes. It didn't sound all that exciting, but Andy told me I would enjoy myself and after the pleasure we had at our last meeting I was happy to take him at his word.
Come the day and I turned up at his place. He sat me down in a chair facing him and told me the basic role play situation - I was a systems developer whom he was interviewing for a new position at his software company - with the added twist that the adult nature of the work I would be doing meant there was an additional practical side to the interview to ensure I was suitable.
He then said he had evaluated my technical suitability at the first meeting and as result of that we had now progressed to the second interview stage. (I gave a wry smile when I remembered him trying to evaluate the arse off me at the previous interview!)
The practical part of the day called for a certain dress standard, apparently, and he congratulated me on the choice of clothing I had made. I smiled at him and crossed my legs, making sure he got a good view of the stockings I was wearing, the suspenders keeping them up and the way my bottom nicely filled my slightly-too-short skirt. He blushed a little, fiddled with his collar, and crossed his legs as well. In my case it was to show off a particular part of my body; in his case it was to hide the state of a particular part of his body. I smiled inwardly at the thought of the erection he was trying to cover up. The interview seemed to be going rather well!
He then took out his mobile phone. I thought at first he was planning to take pictures as well, but then he told me that his phone would be relaying instructions to us as to what to do. Apparently, he had pre-programmed it with our preferences - our likes and dislikes - and set it to tell us what to do next. The first suggestion was to show off my legs, so I was kind of ahead of the game, but I went through my flashing routine one more time. I was a little disappointed with his reaction, but then he told me that the app was telling him not to react to my flirting. (He said the app didn't know that penises have a mind of their own!) His part in the scenario was to play hard to get, my part was to get him hard to play.
'Lorna takes the lead' was all the next instruction said. I flashed him one of my wicked smiles, leaned closer to him, and put my hand on his right thigh. What you can't see in that shot is the way my thumb stretches down and I’m rubbing the edge of my thumbnail on the head of his stiffening cock. I did this for a few moments, unsure whether the app wanted me to keep him on the edge or fill his pants with spunk. I slowed down a little when I thought he was getting close, deciding that my chance of getting some fun sex out of this encounter rested on not taking him too far too soon.
'Stand up and undo your clothes' came the next instruction. So I complied, unbuttoning my top. I could see him reacting as my cleavage came into view. I turned slightly sideways so he could see the warm, soft skin of my breasts, that gorgeous valley that was begging for some contact from his fingers, his lips, his cock...
I have developed quite a taste for titfucks, by the way! I love the way I get to see my lover show his feelings for me by shooting his spunk on my bosom. I am fascinated by the different kinds of spunk - from the thick, white cream that stays put in defiant droplets to the thinner silvery cum that splashes then runs in hot little rivers over the skin of my boobs, coating them in a glossy, spermy film that I just have to spread over my nipples...sorry, I seem to be digressing!
Anyway, I was just pushing my pelvis forward in a bid to tease his cock into a hardness that was painful when he said,
'Ah, hang on a minute, sorry.'
Hell. I thought he had come in his pants, and with a pang of disappointment I was just wondering how it would be if I masturbated in front of him (as usual in turning him on I had turned myself on, and I was getting hungry for my own orgasm), then I realised that the slight look of embarrassment was down to something much more easily corrected. He had read out his instruction, not mine. Talk about relief - we were both about to get some!
I got his pants down and was on my knees in seconds. I flashed him one of my trademark "yes, you are going to have me!" smiles, then licked my red lips and took him into my mouth. It was a careful line to tread, because although I really liked the taste and the feel of his warm penis, I wanted this cock between some other lips as well! I broke off before he could fill my mouth, then sat back in the chair, pulling my panties to one side to show him the promised land. He took a step towards me, hobbled by having his trouser round his ankles, so I stood up and gently steered him into the chair, sat him down in it, then sat on his lap, facing him, marvelling at how easily his cock disappeared into my moist, hungry pussy.
I rode him that way for a while, but the angles weren't very satisfactory and the chair had a tendency to scoot around a little at each thrust. I didn't fancy turning up at A&E and having to explain how both of us got injured when just one chair collapsed, so I suggested a change of location. Location but not position - doing it face to face is a favourite of mine because I do enjoy french kissing while I'm being taken! - and we moved to the computer desk.
The furniture wasn't all that helpful though, and despite twisting this way and that it wasn't easy to get comfortable. His solution was simple but elegant - doggy! He spun me round, bent me forwards over the computer desk and slipped inside me. I groaned and pushed back, so he went nice and deep. We carried on in doggy for a while, with him moaning as he told me how good it felt to be pressing up against my bum cheeks on each thrust. He started to move more quickly, so I knew he was close. The thought made me have a little climax, so I squirmed from side to side a little. I think that tipped the balance for him, He groaned and panted, then pulled out and I felt the warm juice spattering the cheeks of my arse and wished I could see it. Good job I had the camera running, eh?
The app had been forgotten in the excitement, but still in role play mode he told me I had just the qualities needed to take the software to the next level. I told him that was fine by me, provided we continued to test as we went along. Giving an instruction to the wrong person was something that hadn't been too much of a problem this time round, but it could cause difficulties under different circumstances. He nodded and we formally agreed to call it bug number 1. Then he frowned and I asked him what the matter was.
'It looks as if one of us has spilt a little something just there,' he said, reaching for tissues, so I told him even if he didn't hire me for my coding skills there was always a vacancy for a cleaner!

I'll be posting a video to go with the photos soon ...

Lots of love,

Lorna Blu xxx

Tuesday, April 24th 2018

Jeans and Feet

Hello my horny Friends,

I had a rather unusual experience a couple of weeks back that showed me that tastes really do vary! It was an overnight visit to someone I had seen years back, in my Charlotte Spencer days. Owing to a neighbourhood watch scheme that my friend Mark claimed ran training courses for the KGB, he asked that I be discreet on arrival. That is a given with me, I am the soul of discretion as a matter of course, but then he threw a minor spanner in the works by asking me not to bring a large overnight bag. I do like to have something a little more alluring for when we get behind closed doors, you see, so the two requests was a little challenge for me, but after a bit of wardrobe planning I was very pleased with the results, so pleased in fact that I asked him to take the photoset you see here so you could get the benefit of it!

The black leather jacket is the height of modesty in some ways, but when you consider how many people are fans of leather in a more intimate sense, it hints nicely at a slightly lively persona. That and the way its sheen catches the light - I don't think I've ever seen a female chest that didn't look a little better in leather, don't you agree?
So, in my mind the Lorna who turned up at Mark's door was outwardly respectable with a hint of horny, which is pretty much me to a 'T'! He certainly liked the look, and willingly took on the role of photographer. He led me the way to a spare room he had got ready for me for changing purposes. Of course, there was a bed in it, which came in handy, so to speak. But I'm getting ahead of myself!

I like my opening look of leather jacket and boots with blue jeans, it's something timeless, demure and also nicely figure-hugging. There's also a certain knowing expression in that photo - I know he wants to have me, he knows that I am metaphorically walking into his lair which means I'm going to let him - and that photo captures the delicious tension where we both know we are going to fuck...I know I get undressed in the later photos, but that is the picture I would like to be in if I was the guy. What do you think?

I'm smiling in the next shot when I take the jacket off because I'm really pleased with what I am wearing underneath. A nice low neckline, it's informal, a good fit and it has that tasteful light embroidered pattern that naturally draws the eye to the centre of my chest. (Or maybe it isn't that that draws the eye there, but it certainly gives the eye an excuse to be looking in that direction!)

The knee raised shot was a little in-joke - Mark had told me he quite fancied having a knee-trembler with me up against the wall. Things got a little naughtier after that, and as my clothes started coming off the respectable, demure Lorna vanished as we got into our photographic foreplay. The unusual experience started about the time my jeans and panties came off. I couldn't peel the jeans down while the boots were still in place, but once I was naked from the waist down (I decided I was keeping that top on as long as I could!) I saw a slightly quizzical expression crossing his face. There isn't a photo of this, but right after that first shot where I'm kneeling, facing away from the camera, Mark leaned over and kissed the sole of my foot.

I've never done that before,' he said, 'do you mind if I do it some more?'

It startled me a little, but I told him it was fine by me, so after each of the next few shots he would kiss my foot. It tickled slightly, but it was very pleasant, and the idea I was opening up a new area of sexuality for him started to get to me, if you know what I mean. Though to be fair, part of the turn-on came when he took a picture of me with both feet and my bottom showing. I put my hand onto my bottom, pulling the cheek gently to one side, and after taking the photo Mark moved to the bed, kissed my left foot, then my right, then I felt the warmth of his breath as he moved up my thigh, and delicately put his tongue into my bottom. It was quite a turn on, and my immediate reaction was to turn over and play with myself a little, slipping fingers into my moist pussy in anticipation of him entering me.

Mark had unzipped by now and was stroking a nice, uncircumcised cock, but although I was expecting him to pounce on me, he asked if it was ok just to carry on like that. Again, I said it was fine, provided he didn't mind me filming it! We quickly set up the camera, then I laid back on the bed, whispering sweet but dirty nothings to him as I offered my feet to him as a target for his 'tribute'. A good, hard fuck is always welcome, but there was a delightful intimacy to the situation. I looked on approvingly while a man who fancied me couldn't help but masturbate at the effect my body was having on him. I told him I needed his spunk on my toes, then looked straight into his eyes as he made himself orgasm for me. Generally, I like to see the outcome itself, but in this case, I enjoyed watching the way his expression changed as he ejaculated onto me. I didn't need to see to know that he was coming in a long ooze of hot juice that flowed over the top of my foot and between my toes, some dripping onto the bedclothes as I wiggled my toes to spread his sperm further.

There was such a lot of his semen on my feet that I thought I might have to fall back on "there are other things we can do", but I needn't have worried! We had a gorgeously horny night, with two nice, hard fucks and a lot of oral action. He didn't say much about our opening session, but I'm hoping that we have another session soon. I'm dying to see what happens when I give him a foot job!

Enjoy the pics!

Love Lorna Blu xxx