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Friday, December 28th 2018

Toy boy Temptation

Happy New Year everyone!

The turn of the year is for many people a chance to look back on the twelve months just gone and to look forward to what is to come. I am no different, and this seasonal photoset reflects exactly that, but with a little Lorna Blu twist. Those of you who know me will know at once that the tartan and the wee dram reflect some Scottish roots, but it's more the fact that it's a solo shoot that I want to tell you about today.

It was a couple of years back when I went down with the flu over the Christmas period. I managed to make it through the family time more or less intact, but I felt so exhausted that I couldn't face the original plan to see the New Year in with some close and like-minded friends. I texted my apologies to my friend Kate, and instead of heading to her favourite club I built a nest on the sofa using a duvet from the spare room, propped myself up in front of the TV and kept up my fluid intake from a bottle of malt that had come my way over Christmas. Nothing too extreme, you understand, but enough to give me a warm glow and put me in a snoozy and reflective frame of mind!
The TV was going through the highlights of the year, and I decided to do something similar myself. I hadn't made the decision to return to Adultwork at that stage, but there were still one or two naughty incidents to relieve. January had been a quiet month, but then in February, there had been Anthony. Anthony was a tall, quite good-looking lad of the kind who must drive young women wild, but shy and diffident in a way that I thought might put off those who like their men to be rebels. We met in a bar holding a St Valentine's party; it was quite late in the evening and the wine had already been flowing a while when I got into conversation with him at the bar.
I really can't remember what we found so fascinating, but we got very wrapped up in each other's company, and hardly noticed as the group he was with and the group I was with dwindled away, until he and I were the last of our friends there. Looking around at the stragglers we realised it was time to call it a night. We stepped out to a fresh spring evening, but one where taxis didn't seem to have been invented. Antony was very much a gentleman and insisted on walking me home, but he did so in a completely straight way, maintaining a respectful distance and not trying anything on, though it was clear there was a spark of something there for both of us.
We got back to my place a little more sober, but I still felt a little playful, so I tried to make a joke of what could have been an awkward parting.
'I'd invite you in for coffee if I thought I could trust you not to pounce on me!'
'Ah...' his voice tailed off a little, 'Perhaps I'd better go, in that case.'
I couldn't really tell if he was kidding or not and if I'm honest with myself I wasn't sure if I was serious; I thought to myself, hell, if I was thirty years younger...I put my arms up around his shoulders and looked into his eyes.
'I was afraid to ask before, but just how old *are* you, Antony?'
'Twenty three. Twenty four on January the first. A New Year baby - born two-fifteen; I was in the local papers.'
Part of my brain was doing the arithmetic and taking a few more years off my age, and part was just whirling at how sensitive and good and lovely he was, and another part must have been feeling particularly naughty and perhaps a little rejected.
'Why would you want to go? Wouldn't you like to sleep with me, Antony?' He replied instantly.
'I'd like to wake up with you, Lorna.'
'Mmm.' I said, now determined on a course of action. I searched in my purse and fished out a business card and a pen. I wrote the word "voucher" on the back and handed it to him.
'That is for you,' I said, 'and now you have to give me something. Your number. Text me now.'
I might have sounded a bit stern, but he dutifully typed my details into his contact book, wrote a very short message and sent it. The phone in my bag vibrated more or less straight away. I looked an saw three separate Xs under his number.
'That's sweet,' I said, 'and now I need to give you something, for escorting me home and for saving me a taxi fare.'
Both of us knew I was going to kiss him. He lowered his head to make it easier and put his hands on my shoulders to pull me close to him. I thought he might go for my cheek, and that would have been very acceptable, but instead, he put his lips to mine. I think perhaps he thought that was the right thing to do, to make me happy. It worked! I was a little worried he might pull away quickly, so it was a pleasant surprise when he stayed there, and an even more pleasant one when I felt his tongue in my mouth. I moaned a little and pressed forward. His hands stayed on my back, though they slid around behind a little to pull me closer. Then we stopped, as if we could read each other's minds, and he smiled at me.
'I'd better be going, Lorna. Don't lose that number.'
'I won't. I promise!'
We texted each other on and off over the rest of the year, but somehow never got round to meeting up because it didn't feel right. Until now, that was. Back in the present day I clicked through my address book and found him. My fingers danced over the smartphone keyboard.
'Hi Antony, it's Lorna. Any chance you can do me a favour?' The reply came pleasingly quickly.
'Hi, Of course! If I can. What would you like?'
I wondered how to word it, then decided there wasn't much point being subtle.
'I'd like to give this guy I know a special birthday present.'
'Give me 45 minutes - clocking off at 11.'
I remembered he had told me something about minicab driving and sent him a smiley face and two kisses in return. It was about twenty past when I heard the knock at the door. He looked shattered.
'Coffee? Something a little stronger?'
'Thanks, Lorna, but just water would be best. I hope you weren't planning on chatting all night, but I am nearly out on my feet.'
I smiled at him.
'That's perfect, it means I won't have to talk you into anything! I just want someone else in my bed tonight, some arms to wrap around me as we sleep. You get to wake up with me if you still want to. Are you OK with that?'
I don't know which of us looked more grateful right there and then, but we undressed in seconds and dived under the duvet together. I gave him a goodnight kiss, then turned onto my side. He did the same, moving close behind me then, after a short pause, I felt his arms come round behind me and cross over my chest, each hand taking a deliberate but somehow non-sexual hold of my breasts. Big Ben's chimes came and went without us hearing a thing and the night passed completely platonically.
The next day was another matter, of course!

Wishing you a happy, horny 2019

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, December 21st 2018

Christmas Crumpet

Hi to my followers, fans and friends,

No story this time I’m afraid … it’s such a busy time of the year with shopping, family commitments, present wrapping, cooking and all the other delights which go towards making a Happy Christmas.

I’d like to take this opportunity though, to thank you for your support over the year … the complimentary messages and emails, horny stories and tales, invitations, bookings and viewers of my photos and video clips. You really do make it all so worthwhile… such a BIG thank you X

There is a certain amount of stigma attached when participating in the ‘Adult Industry’ - which is a damn shame because, in my experience, the vast majority of people I’ve encountered and my experiences have been an absolute pleasure … OK, there are a small minority of exceptions to this statement (yes, it’s you! the time-wasters and wankers I’m referring to – you know who you are!).

I feel that so many of the people I’ve met and communicated with have become friends. Normal people with normal lives, seeking some excitement, experience, affection, good company or just some hot, passionate loving and a damn good fuck!

Life is short, fill it with the things that matter. You don’t lie on your death bed and remember the good job you had or the exemplary way you conducted your life. You do remember the outrageous things you did! The things that brought you the most excitement and pleasure … the things that brought a smile to your face when no one was looking [😉]

I hope Christmas is special for you, and that you have a memorable and happy time.

Lots of love,

Lorna xxx

Friday, December 14th 2018

Boa, Bosom and Bottom

Hello everyone,

Hope you're all getting into the Festive spirit.

Recently I was asked a question that crops up from time to time. "What goes through my mind when I meet a guy I expect to have to have sex with?" All I could say was "It depends!" The difference in this particular case was, it was pretty much the first thing said to me by a guy I was planning to have sex with!

I don't have a simple answer that works for every case, so what I am putting here is more or less what I said to him at the time, but perhaps a bit neater. You'll see why as I go along. Just cast your eyes over the photo set, the one of me in lingerie with the fluffy blue boa, and just imagine me with you, dressed like that, as I talk to you through the words of this blog.

"To begin with, If you read my profile, you'll know that I offer escort services. Now we have the little piece of text that tells you what happens between consenting adults is between consenting adults and that is true. There are times when a meeting just doesn't work out - some guys do bottle it at the last minute, and if they give me enough notice (or I haven't travelled a hundred and forty miles to find the guy has changed his mind - which has happened!) then I am usually prepared to give the guy a second chance. Sometimes I get a bad feeling about a pushy or aggressive type from the way he makes contact with me, and in those cases, a booking can take a long time to happen. But in many cases when you open the door to me, there's a good chance we'll be making love together before I leave you."
(I should point out that by this point the combination of my outfit, my posing and the things I was saying had my date a little hot under the collar. Did I mention I had made a "no touching" rule for him? Not just me - he wasn't allowed to unzip or anything. Not until I gave him permission!)
I maybe over-egged the pudding a bit as I said that, giving it a little extra breathy emphasis. He knew he was allowed to ask questions. His first one was a little concerned.
"Does that mean we'll be...?" He didn't quite finish. I smiled.
"I'm still here," I said, "I haven't slapped your face or anything. Yet. So it's a promising start. Besides..."
I turned to face him, and tuned my voice a little. The sultriness went up to eight, the volume went down to about four. He was hanging on my words, and perhaps wondering if he had heard me correctly every now and again.
"Do you like my boa?" He nodded. "Good! I do, you see. There is something about it that is having an effect on me. Perhaps it's the contrast. If you look just here..." I knelt down facing him. My breasts hung low in the black bra, a simple necklace drawing his eye to them (as if it took much drawing!)
"The bra is quite comfortable, but I do feel it as a kind of restraint. It conforms to my figure, and yet it constricts. Now, despite its name, my boa is not a constrictor!" He chuckled - well, we both did, but then I brought him back to thinking about my body.
"No, the boa is a light touch. It almost tickles me as it moves, do you see? Pull it a little, will you?"
He looked a little uncertain, but then just tugged it an inch or two where it dropped over my shoulder, nestling against my neck. I gasped a little as he did it, then sat up, smiling. I was on my knees now, the boa draped over my chest, the blue softness half covering an interested pink nipple that had escaped from the bra cup.
"Would you like to tug it a little more?" He moved eager, but I raised a finger, stopping him short.
"One moment. I want to just place it somewhere. You heard how I reacted when it tickled me before. How do you think I might react if I were to just make sure it's somewhere...sensitive. Erogenous?"
I moved the boa to wear it like a scarf, draping it in the valley between my breasts, then moved one end so it touched the aureole of my nipple. Just putting it there gently made me draw in a sharp breath, then I looked into his eyes and smiled, telling him he could go ahead now. He took hold, and tugged it downwards in a series of stop/start moments, each no more than an inch or two. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, pushing my chest out even more. I gasped slightly when the movement was particularly stimulating

"I like the way you do that," I said, "I have very sensitive breasts, you know. They love being treated tenderly. Sometimes. Sometimes, not quite so tenderly. It depends, do you see?"
He nodded.

"The man I saw at the weekend - a mature chap - was really smitten with them! Do you have a favourite word for them? He did. His was 'bosom', I don't know why, he told me he loved my bosom. Asked me if he could "cover my bosom with his seed". He did too! Covered them, I mean. For an older man he was a heavy cummer. Came on them, wouldn't let me clean up, then within a few minutes he was hard again. He got me to give him oral sex, then just as he was ready to shoot again he told me not to swallow. I just kept my head there and let him come into my mouth, then he asked me to "dribble his seed out onto my bosom." So I did. I looked a little like a candelabra at the end of the evening !"
My date gulped, then gave the blue boa another brief tug. I gave a little squeak as he did, then put my head on one side, looking into his eyes. That look of desire had not left his face during the fifteen minutes we had been teasing each other. I reached behind, unfastened the clip, then dropped the bra gently on the floor beside me. I stood slowly, then eased the panties down. (I left the stockings and suspenders on, of course. To keep the heels company, you see.) I crossed my hands over my breasts, then whispered coyly,
"Would you like to cover my bosom with your seed?"
I could tell he was not far off exploding, but there was still a little reluctance about him. I hoped I had read his mind correctly! Still smiling I laid back in a straight line, then drew my feet up towards me. bending my knees into a pair of matching "V" shapes.
"Or maybe you'd just prefer it if..."
I looked into his eyes, then opened my legs to him. I crossed them behind his buttocks as he quickly slid in, and held him there with them until, after five minutes of hard but lovely pounding, he flooded my pussy with what felt like pints of his sperm.

And the moral of the story? Boasting about how you're going to give me a good hard fuck isn't the only way to get to give me a good hard fuck. As the old song has it, "Try a Little Tenderness"!

You'll love the extremely detailed pussy and bum photos in this set

Stay Horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, December 6th 2018

Oily Anal Delight

Hello Everyone,

Do you remember when they used to have exciting stuff on television that had a bit of danger about it, they would sometimes add a warning, something like "don't try this at home!" Then John Noakes would come on to juggle electric chainsaws in a bathtub of sea water while they were plugged in and running. Well, this update is a bit like that. Don't try this at home, or more accurately, don't expect me to try this at home with you!
It is a fact that I enjoy sex with my men friends. The guys on this site who have met me, who know their way around a woman's body and are happy to share the pleasure in a meeting will be able to confirm that I often have lovely, gasping, shuddering, squeaky orgasms with them. The guy in this picture set was one of those, and in fact, the skill of his lovemaking was one of the reasons these pictures (and the film we took as well) exist. We had a lovely dinner together, then one thing led to another and before too long I found myself in a rather familiar bed while he got down to some very persuasive foreplay. (In another nod to "don't try this at home", I should point out that he is an ex; we lived together for a while a few years back and got to know each other - and trust each other! - to a very great extent!)
In my defence, I should say he caught me at a moment of weakness. I guess that is as good a way as any of describing three orgasms in a row courtesy of one of the most skilful tongues I have ever experienced, along with some *very* nimble fingers! I got to the stage where I knew the next orgasm was going to hurt me, when my pleas for mercy finally got through to his ears (My fault for clamping my thighs round his head, I suppose!) The cheeky sod transferred his tongue from my sopping wet pussy to somewhere nearby, and proceeded to penetrate me there with it, and with my head in a whirl and my pussy absolutely soaking from his attentions I found myself agreeing to his horny suggestion.
He flipped me into a crouching position and started to pour baby oil - don't ask me where he got that! - all over me, paying particular attention to my rear end, then began fingering me, before presenting his cock and entering me easily. He set off at a nice steady rate, moving inside me, and giving me the loveliest sensations. The break must have reset my body's limits, as I felt eager to be fucked. I squirmed back a little, giving each thrust that little extra oomph as his groin met mine. But John had other ideas, and though I wasn't sure if he really meant it, he kept whispering to me how he was going to go for my arse next. The randy bastard had me on the edge of coming, and before I could think about it rationally I agreed to let him.
He pulled out, poured more oil onto the crease between my buttocks, then began to slip an exploratory finger inside my anus, then a second, then he eased the other two fingers between my vaginal lips and started to finger-fuck my bottom and pussy at the same time. I had another little climax and groaned listening to the slap of his hand as he wanked himself stiff enough to take me. There was a brief pause, deliciously held on while he let me wonder whether I really wanted him or not, and then his finger was taken away and I felt his hard, fat cock stretching my flesh as it slid into my bum.
This isn't something I do on a regular basis, but between the meal, the oil and the company I just went with it, closing my eyes and absorbing the sensations as my ex buggered me. Quite tenderly, in fact, moving with a gentle rhythm that started to get me wondering if he would make me come first, though I was still some way off when I heard his breathing grow deeper and then with an emphatic grunt accompanying each thrust he shot his load into my arse. He kept his cock there a little longer, making sure as much juice as possible went into me, then pulled out gently, watching the results of his handiwork ooze slowly from my anus and dribble down the back of my thigh.

The 20 minute video which goes along with the oily anal photos is a one-off so don’t miss it!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, December 2nd 2018

Party with a theme

Hello everyone!

We’re nearing Christmas … party season, so I thought I’d tell you about my recent party …

"Lorna, so glad you could make it! And you've really thrown yourself into it, I just love the red dress!"
I had thought that maybe I had done something to offend Rebecca, my favourite party hostess, but it turned out to be something much more mundane. She had started seeing a new guy and had decided to rein back on the naughty goings-on while she decided if she wanted to settle down with him or not. The invitation in my inbox had only her name on it and mentioned something about missing her naughty friends, and when she opened the door of her lovely farmhouse to me she was clearly alone. I concluded he had fallen by the wayside for some reason. Still, his loss was our gain.

She took my hands in hers and leaned over to kiss me on each cheek. The kisses were just that little bit longer than they needed to be, and I remembered she had told me at the last visit that she really wanted to get me into her bed sometime. I wondered if tonight was to be the night.

There was another knock at the door as I stood looking at her, and ever the attentive hostess she excused herself and went to open it. A tall man, in a dark blue suit with an electric blue tie stood there, and Rebecca gave him a welcome kiss, this time on the lips. Rebecca popped the cork on the first bottle of the night and kept us nicely topped up as other colourful guests turned up over the next few minutes. As the sixth arrived, a beautiful young girl in a slinky black dress, and it dawned on me that I wasn't the only one to have been given a mysterious, colourful dress code. Rebecca dinged her glass and announced that dinner was waiting for us in the dining room. She watched each of as we went in to sit down, then excused herself for a few moments, returning to take her place carrying six envelopes.

As ever dinner was immaculately done, if a little on the light side, but anyone who had attended one of Rebecca's parties would know the sort of event she loved to host. There was a definite undercurrent of sexual tension in the room, not least from the older guy who seemed to have ignored the dress code instructions, sat next to the slim young woman and was virtually drooling over the figure-hugging lacy black dress she was wearing. Rebecca dinged her glass again and spoke to us.

"Please forgive me if tonight's dinner wasn't quite as bountiful as previous ones, but there are two reasons for that. Firstly I didn't want anyone to be too full to enjoy the evening, and secondly, I couldn't wait too long before we got down to business. And I'd like to thank you all for your colourful outfits tonight, with a special lateral thinking award to our very own Mr Grey!'

The older guy turned away from the girl in the black dress to beam at the remark and lifted a few strands of salt and pepper hair to indicate how he qualified. Rebecca smiled, and said, 'OK, onto the main business - Rebecca's Cluedo sex night!"

She asked us to stand, then handed out envelopes to her five guests, and we duly opened them. There was a little card inside. On it, I saw a little plan of the farmhouse, with one room marked with a red lipstick kiss. I turned the card over and read "Miss Scarlett. Cowgirl. In the Study." I looked at the other guests, then saw the greying chap move towards me.

"Miss Scarlett, I presume?"

He slipped an eager arm around my waist, just as Rebecca made an announcement.

"One last thing before you go. There will be cameras in the rooms, so remember the rules - real fucking and no faking. There will be prizes for enthusiasm, eroticism and originality, so be creative in your shagging! We will reconvene in half an hour for group sex while we look at the footage and then we will vote on the winner."

I took Mr Grey's hand and led him upstairs to our designated room. It was sparsely furnished, with oak panelled walls. A long, narrow bench was the only bit of furniture we could see that might be appropriate for our task.

"I am not sure I fancy our chances of winning anything tonight," I said, "I'm supposed to fuck you cowgirl on this, that doesn't seem to give us much chance to be creative."

"Nonsense!" he said, "I've had a fine idea already. Why don't you sit in front of me and I'll explain it to you?"

"OK", I said, cautiously. As I suspected, more or less straight away he brought his hands up to my boobs and began to squeeze them - quite well, actually.

"Right here's the plan," he said, then began to whisper dirty nothings in my ear, about how I was going to get up in a moment and suck his cock.

"That cock that I can feel pressing into my bottom?" I asked.

"That's the one!" he said, then french kissed me deeply while one hand let go of my breast and gently slipped up under the hem of my dress, stroking my pussy through my black panties.

"Then I'm going to return the favour on you, of course."

"I'm glad," I said, "that seems very fair to me. Ooh!"

I had squeaked a little, as quite matter-of-factly his hand delved inside my panties and he pressed his finger into me.

"Mmm," came his reply, "juicy, hot and wet. I hoped I'd get you!"

"I thought you were after young Miss Black?" I teased him.

"Well, she is quite lovely," he admitted, "but that isn't always enough by itself. She wouldn't entertain the thought of what I'm going to do with you, I bet."

"What, the oral sex?" I was getting very turned on by now, but the next thing he said almost made me cum as he fingered me.

"No, the bit after I've fucked you..the bit where..."

He leaned close and whispered his idea, and I just melted.

So that is how, after I had sucked his cock nicely stiff, and after he had licked and nibbled my pussy until I was dying to cum, after I had climbed and balanced on his body as he lay back on the narrow bench, and after I had guided his erection to my lips and slowly sunk his length into my body, and after I rode him to a nice but rather speedy climax, with his hands pawing my breasts as he shot jet after jet load into my pussy - after all that, we got to the part that won us the "fuck of the night" award at Rebecca's Cluedo orgy. The part where I climbed off a little unsteadily, walked to the front of the bench, then sat on his face, while his tongue did its best to lick up every drop of the sperm he had pumped into my cunt.

We met back in the dining room, where we watched all the videos, but Mr Grey and I got a round of applause as Rebecca declared us the winners, and asked what we wanted as a prize. My partner for the night didn't hesitate.

"Continuing in the Cluedo theme," he said, "I've always wanted to fuck on a snooker table. I'd very much like to take Miss Scarlett here into the Billiard Room."

So that seems to be my next visit to Rebecca's place assured!

You’ll love the photos to go with this story!

Sweet Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, November 23rd 2018

Every Boy Should Have a Night Like This

Hello Everyone,

Your email was nicely detailed, and I hope you think what I'm wearing matches your expectations! If you'll just drop the envelope in my bag there...? Thank you, my darling!

So where are we again? Ah yes, I remember! In reality, it is mid-afternoon in a medium-sized town and I've just driven over to visit you at your detached house, but we aren't bothered by reality right now. For you and me right now, it's late at night in a strange, busy city. You're a young man working away from home for a few days, and you've had just a little more to drink than you planned to with your evening meal. You're young, your hormones are in full flood, and you don't want to have the adult channel surcharge appearing on your hotel bill. Besides, this is the perfect chance to try out for real some of the things that your equally inexperienced girlfriend knows nothing about. So you venture down to that slightly edgy part of the city that you heard the rumours about, and that is where you found me.

I bet My pale top under the street light was the first thing to catch your eye. You saw me holding my jacket open and pushing my chest out to another guy walking past, as I stood in the classic pose of the street girl. I watched you come towards me you know, crossing the road. I saw your appraising looks, I imagined the slight hesitation about whether I'd look as good in your bedroom as I did under the sodium lamp. I breathed in a little more and knew instantly you were thinking about how it would feel to hold my tits. You were pleasant, eager, fairly sober. Both of us were happy with the arrangement when I slipped my arm through yours and we walked back to your hotel.

I know you were a little worried about reception, but trust me, they see a lot of that kind of thing! It is a little bit more of a thrill for you, and besides you didn't see Lucasz winking at me as we went in, no doubt relishing the thought of how he's going to "charge" me for turning a blind eye, the blow job that his minimum wage wouldn't stretch to...

So, we're back in your room, I'm at your disposal. Where do we begin? Oh, easy tiger! We may have met on a street corner, but that doesn't make me any less of a lady! Let's try a little tenderness, shall we? Move that hand, please. And back off a little. There. Close is OK, about there...? Yes, that's better.

Now. Kissing. Slowly at first...lips just touching. Gently. Pretend you might get your face slapped if you go too fast. That's better! Mouth closed until I say so. (You smell minty - good boy! Brushing your teeth means I'm more likely to do..this...mmm.) Oh, that's good. You watched me close my eyes, but you weren't in too much of a rush. That's right, I like almost to make friends with a tongue before I let in. Gently and...mmm...oh, you're good! Unhurried, deep...I'm not sure which part of that combination is most important in a French kiss, but you covered both bases. That is good. Give a girl a chance to wonder how far that tongue might go into other places.

Ah, not too quick with that hand! Here, let me show you. Just on the side of my chest, there, so you're really holding my rib cage more than anything. I know it may not feel as interesting right now, but you know you want to feel my breast, I know you want to feel my breast, we both know you're going to soon anyway, but think how much better it is for both of us if I want you to feel my breast. OK, another kiss - let me push back with my tongue a second! - and now slip your hand round the front. Underneath - oh, that's good! - and up. Pretend you're a bra cup. Do you see? Good! Feel the weight in your hand...now gently move your thumb on my nipple. Yes, it is you having that effect on me! There's a reason the English language went to the trouble of making up the word "fondle" for the action of a hand on a breast. I know we do sometimes use it for other things, but we know it's really about women having their tits felt by men - or other women - before they fuck.

Sorry, did I say the F-word too soon? I can tell you haven't done a lot of this. But you're doing pretty well so far for a novice. I'm starting to think maybe I'll get to come as well this time if I can just keep you from getting too carried away! I heard you moan when I put my tongue into your mouth there, I might have to slow things down a little. Don't want you making a mess in your pants before we get down to the good parts, do we?

OK, keep kissing. Nice and deep, that's good, but not too forcefully. At least not yet. Ah, I see you're getting your other hand into action. That's quite good but try this. Put one arm around my shoulder and hug, as if you're pulling me as close to you as you can. Now put your other hand with your fingers spread like a stop sign, or like a buffer on a train, put it on my boob and gently push away. Do you play the piano? You can try gently pressing each finger, in turn, down as if you were playing a scale on me. Did that make you laugh? Good! Sex can get very earnest, it's good to approach things light-heartedly sometimes. Hell, you're getting me wet. Perhaps I'd better do a little exploring myself, find out what's in store for me soon. Oh, that feels as if will be nice.

I think we'd better have some undressing soon, don't you? Don't interrupt the flow too much, but just make a start on unbuttoning and unfastening things. Here's another tip for you - there's a place in the middle of my tongue that is nicely sensitive if you try pressing down with the tip of yours...a bit further...there, oh, that hit the spot! Now, look into my eyes - bright and eager, wouldn't you say? - take hold of my top and peel it over my head.

Ooh! Yes, just reach down between the fabric and my nipples, gently, gently, then lift over the cloth ... I don't know if it was your girlfriend who taught you how to handle bras and breasts, but she seems to have covered all the main points...and now you've uncovered two of mine! I'm sure her nipples are nice and cute and perky, but mine..yes, full, fat, large and still sensitive. So bite by all means, but bite gently - yes, now more tongue...yes, that's good. Let me just feel the stiffness of that through your trousers. Mmmm. Did you like that? The little touch of thumbnail, pressing back from the very tip. I like the way you flinched, then lifted your hips a little. I can tell you want me. Did you know I might very well want you more, though?

Right, where's that chair? OK, stand in front of it. I'm just going to do the bare minimum here, unbuckling, unzipping, easing trousers down to your knees. It's your turn now, this skirt is so short you'll only have to lift it, not take it off. These panties are another matter though. Peel them down, please. Yes, all the way. Yes past the stockings. And the boots. I think you missed a trick there, if you don't mind me saying so, there's a little stretch of bare skin at the top of each thigh, you could have just stroked...oh, clever boy! Bending down to breathe in my scent, and gently brushing your lips against me... no time to waste. Sit in the chair. I'm going to lift my leg a little, to step out of my panties. Now I'm going to lower it, on the other side of your lap. See what I did there? Now, let's just have a little eye contact, please. Good! Now, I know we shouldn't do this next part really, but if I sit now...mmmm.....

And now you're in my cunt.

Every boy should have at least one night with an older woman. I don't know if that young girlfriend of yours has let you do this yet? Mmm. Right, I'm not going to go wild here (though it is quite a tempting thought!) I'm just going to sit with you inside me, and unbutton your shirt....now arms up - then I can take it off over your head. I need your chest naked for this next bit. Arms by your side, at least to begin with! Let's pause a second and grin very satisfied grins at each other. I'm just going to slide a little closer to you, to make sure your cock is right up inside me...mmmm....now I bring my arms up and put them around your neck. Yes, that's right, it pulls us closer, close enough to see our reflections in each other's eyes, close enough for my nipples to stab gently into your chest on each stroke.. didn't I mention strokes? Silly me! Yes, I make just little up and down movements - like this - and there you are, fucking me. Yes, probably it's me fucking you, but is either of us complaining?

God, that's good! There's nothing quite like devouring fresh, stiff young cock! Now, this is where all that foreplay pays off. I know from experience you won't be able to hold out much longer without coming. The good news is, neither will I! One hand on my tit...you can be a little rougher now! - and the other...oh, that's imaginative… and a little naughty. OK, I'll let you this once, but next time make sure I don't mind it going there and....

And that is what it feels like to be inside a woman when she orgasms. Good, no?

And unless I'm very much mistaken, you're about to... god almighty, do you always come that much? I hope you've kept something in reserve. There's a lot more learning before the night is over!

Have a great weekend!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Tuesday, November 13th 2018

Careful what you wish for!

Hello Everyone,

Mirrors feature in quite a few of my photo shoots. I like the multiple views, and from what you put into my inbox quite a few of you do too! I like the way they give me a chance to practise as well - flirting, posing, gently coquettish through to full-on raunchy. If it happens that I have a gentleman friend on hand I get the chance to compare my take on what is arousing with his. I'd like to think I have a pretty good idea by now, judging by the number of times this kind of session leads on to some highly pleasurable love-making. But this particular session didn't quite turn out that way. Oh, don't get me wrong, there was no shortage of pleasure, it just happened that in this instance it was a case of pleasure postponed.

My gentleman voyeur thoroughly approved of my performance before the looking glass. Perhaps what happened next was my fault, because he knows that I appreciate classy lingerie, I know that he *really* appreciates classic lingerie, and I have to say I really enjoyed showing him, teasingly at first, just what was under my skirt. I can't think it came as a surprise, but when I started talking dirty to him the combination of classic lingerie and a classy lady (well, I like to think so!) with a filthy mouth seemed to get him to the chequered flag before the race had got going, if you know what I mean.
Where I went wrong was an entirely innocent (!) question. I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like "Of course, I'll be keeping these on while you have me. I'm feeling in a doggy mood, but if you want to take me in missionary so you can feel my tits and kiss me while you fuck me that would be lovely too."
(That bit is quite true, by the way. There's something just so intimate about french kissing my lover as he's inside me that does something to me. Something has just occurred to me that I don't think I have ever tried - would someone like to do me that way and fill my mouth with his saliva while he's filling my pussy with his semen?)

Anyway, I knew as soon as I had said it that I was in danger of giving the poor guy sticky boxers and so it turned out! He was very apologetic, but I told him not to worry - it's a compliment that you know is genuine, if nothing else. I did kind of hint that it would be nice if he could do something to give me a little pleasure, while he got his second wind. I do like to have a gentleman friend in some shots when I can and he readily agreed.
We started teasingly at first, with him standing behind me while I smiled for the camera. The innocent little girl look lasted for just about ten seconds though, as it only took that long for his hands to get hold of me - and I bet you can guess exactly where! It turned out he was really rather good at fondling. I don't know which lady - or ladies - got him up to speed with the fine art of fondling, but I am pleased that she (or they!) did, because he was really very good at it. There's so much more than just grabbing hold and squeezing the life out of a girl's tits, and although he was hardly subtle it certainly got my juices flowing! I have come from having my nipples handled *just so*, and I wondered if he might manage to do that, but he stopped and said he really wanted to taste the effect he was having on me. Well, I wasn't going to turn down that offer, now was I?
It took a few seconds, but I got him on the bed, head near to the edge, in such a way that I could raise and lower myself onto his face. I am quite happy to sit fully on a guy's face - you'll see that before too much longer, I hope! - but for now I just wanted something a bit more subtle. And boy did I get it! He was amazing, by turns gentle, then insistent, and brought me off more than once with his skilful lips and tongue. I told him he was going onto my speed dial list!
It only seemed fair to return the favour, and after another adjustment we finished up in front of the mirror, him unzipped and freed from his sticky underpants, me naked (apart from the stockings and suspenders of course!) squatting in front of him, with both of us savouring the spectacle of me taking his cock deep to the back of my mouth. At the end he cupped his hands gently round the back of my head and held me there while he filled my mouth with his cum. Quite a lot, considering how much his underpants had taken, so I knew there was no chance of full sex afterwards. But I don't think either of us minded too much!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, November 7th 2018

Teasing the Photographer

Hi Everyone,

I enjoy doing photo and video shoots – especially if I get to tease the photographer …

"I'd like you to help me with this shoot," I said.
"If I can," said Tony, "but I should warn you I am not a professional photographer."
"You don't have to be, my darling," I said, "I just need you to be a man with an appreciation of the female figure."
"OK, that bit I'm comfortable with," he chuckled. We hadn't met before, but I knew we were going to have a good time.
"Right, here's the deal, I'm going to do some poses for pictures. Your job is to give me a reaction. One word will do, but more if you like."
"OK."
The camera was set up low down. I put my right foot forward and looked down into the lens.
"How do I look?"
"Aloof."
"Aloof? Oh. Would you fuck me?"
"It looks to me as if you'd be more likely to fuck me. But I could go for that, yeah."
I put my hands on my hips and did one of my naughty smiles.
"How about now?"
"Cute! Much more accessible. Makes me want to access your brains out, if I'm honest."
I changed position again, lifting my left leg.
"And now?"
He just grimaced, so I moved on. You can't win them all! I put my foot on the white washing basket.
"First thing that pops in your head," I said.
"Looks nice and puffy! I wonder what it would taste like."
Keeping my foot high, I put my hand down to raise the hem of my skirt a little.
"First thing."
"First thing? OK..." He paused, thinking. "It looks like you're going to pee on me."
"Does it? Interesting! Ever done that?"
He shook his head. I could sense there was more. I didn't want to push him, but I thought he might want hurrying a bit, so I said "Go on..." He hesitated again.
"I wonder what it would taste like."
Wordlessly I leaned over and kissed him deeply. I put my tongue in his mouth, to let him know he had just said something I found deeply erotic. Then I changed tack, standing up straight, and turning to face him. I took hold of my blouse and held it open.
"Like it?"
"Love it...them." he said. There was that sense of hesitation again. This time I waited. I got through the next couple of poses without saying anything. He seemed to be having a little difficulty maintaining self-control.
"You OK?" I asked, lowering my head a little and peeping out from beneath my fringe while showing him my cleavage.
"Fine," he said, "it's just you look so...refined..." (I made a mental note to give him another kiss when the opportunity presented itself.)
"Refined?" I made sure I sounded a little surprised. He was a bit puzzled, I think, till he saw me smiling at him as I held my top open and offered my tits up for inspection. Then he laughed with me and, feeling he had to explain himself perhaps, said,
"It's just you're so classy and attractive. In a way, I can't believe you're really going to..."
"Let you fuck me?" I finished the sentence for him. He nodded. Time for another kiss. This time I opened my mouth, letting his tongue into my body in the way another part of him would be inside me soon.
I may have hurried over the next few shots, as I was eager to get closer to the bed. I used them to flirt with him, turn him on, study the way he reacted to me. He started undressing as I posed, and I found as we went on that he was doing much the same thing with me. There's a lovely shot of me reclining, propped up on my left elbow, gazing deeply into his eyes. I don't think I've wanted a younger man quite as much as I did Tony at that moment.
When the panties came off, I almost hoped he'd take me there and then, but he seemed content to wait until I gave him the go ahead. I could see his resolve weakening - or should that be stiffening?! - about the time I opened my legs and shoved a finger inside right up to the knuckle. I managed to get a final handful of photos out of the shot, and then almost to my surprise, Tony was entering me, sighing as his cock went in - deeper...and deeper...
I purred and smiled up at him, crossing my ankles behind his taut, black buttocks to make sure he didn't get away and waited for him to start. I was expecting a nervous performance, but despite his hesitations earlier he was no novice. His hips moved with a lovely fluid smoothness, and once he had got into the swing of things, he proved a very accomplished lover. I was on the verge of my third climax when I felt him speeding up. I made sure I was looking into his eyes when I felt him shooting inside me, then pulled him close in to savour the words he was whispering to me once he had come.
Oh, and you may be interested to know - he did find out what they tasted like.
Both of them!

I think he did a good job of my most recent photos – don’t you?

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, October 31st 2018

Exchanging bodily fluids

Helloo my horny Friends,

Happy Halloween!

Today you’ll see the wicked side of me – no Mrs nice lady today! Here’s what happened to one of my unsuspecting lovers …

"Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.”

“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

That sound you can hear is made by two people coming up some stairs. It is quite late at night. He had met her in a bar a little earlier this evening and, fancying his chances after sharing a few drinks, he has invited her back for a nightcap. They both know what he has in mind. The only question is what she has in mind.
At first the lock on the front door is a source of frustration, but he finally gets the key in. The symbolism isn't lost on her. Laughing they come into the hall.
'Alone at last,' he says, making it sound as meaningful as he can. 'Nobody to see us.'
'Mmm,' she says, 'from what I recall you weren't too worried about being seen in that taxi, were you? Hands everywhere.'
'You mean like this?', he says, and puts his hand on her breast and squeezes it. She doesn't reply at first. He is pleased she hasn't knocked his hand away this time.
'Nobody to see us,' she says. She faces him, then says cheerily, 'I don't suppose we have to have that drink straight away, I don't mind waiting a bit. Is that the bedroom?' She looks towards a nearby door.
'Bedroom?' he says, with an exaggerated sense of puzzlement. 'Why on earth would you want a bedroom?'
Her reply is similarly theatrical, but good-humoured.
'Oh, silly me! It's just that I'd sort of formed the impression that you wanted to fuck me. Was I wrong?'
'Your impression is quite correct,' he said, 'but to my mind, bedrooms are for sleeping. Playrooms are for fucking.'
'Ah, I'm glad we cleared that up! You have a playroom here then, do you? Only you see I was rather looking forward to getting fucked tonight.'
'I thought you'd never ask,' he said, 'just head down the end there and it's on the left.' They made their way to the playroom.
The room had dark red walls, with toys and restraints mounted at various places. He watched her, hungrily, as she looked around. She stroked a large St Andrew's cross, then moved to sit on a low, narrow bench. She turned to face him, flashing a look of pure playfulness.
'Do you have a camera?' she asked, 'I feel like posing a bit. Before we fuck. What do you reckon?'
He tried to appear cool and a little stern.
'Stills or video? Or both? And it doesn't only have to be before. We can do it after, if you like. During even...'
His voice tailed off. At first, he had felt a slight irritation that his original plan to dominate her into having sex with him seemed to be running away from him, but then he decided if he was pushing at an open door, why get hung up on the details? His eyes travelled slowly up her body from the calf-length boots, onto the thighs he now knew he would be between tonight. He saw her grinning mischievously at him as he admired her body. When his gaze moved up to her torso she turned sideways and breathed in, adding extra emphasis to an already impressive bosom. Again, she gave him a wicked grin.
'See anything you like?'
He grinned back, and started to set up the cameras.
The photos went well. It didn't take her long to lose her skirt - leaving the boots on, of course - and after a series of provocative poses she finished up by thrusting her bottom towards the camera and wiggling. He hoped she would take off her top next, but instead she turned over to face the camera, propped herself up on one elbow, and slowly drew a short length of white rope along her pussy lips. She had seen the rope on wall hooks earlier in the shoot, and suggested it as a prop.
'So, tell me,' she began, innocently, 'do you always tie up your ladies before you fuck them?'
'Depends,' he said, 'If I think they require it. Often they do. I think you might well do, for instance.'
He was conscious that his erection had firmed up as she asked. He had been wondering how to raise that particular subject.
'I see.'
Her answer was a little non-committal, and he wondered if he might have overplayed his hand in his eagerness to see ropes wound around her helpless body. However, she didn't seem to be upset. Instead, she nodded towards the wall where a pair of gags were hanging next to some more ropes.
'And the gags?'
He decided to re-assert himself with his reply. He might as well go out in style if she didn't like the idea. He spoke slowly, matter-of-factly, pausing for emphasis.
'For my neighbours. The walls are fairly thick here, but I don't want you screaming the place down. When I finish you off. Do I?'
He looked straight into her eyes when he said that, daring her to disagree. He was pleased to see her eyes widen a little and she broke into a smile.
'Of course! It makes perfect sense, when you put it that way!'
He reached across and made to touch her, but she smiled and shook her head.
'Just me for now.'
She sat up, and carefully tied her legs together at the ankles, then posed for a few more pictures. After those she untied her legs, and put the rope around her wrists, playfully passing it around the legs of the bench as she did so, playing the part of the damsel in distress to perfection.
'Can you pass me another length, please? '
Of course,' he said, 'anything for such a lovely lady.'
'Oh really? "Anything", he says.' She smiled flirtatiously as she said that.
'Let's see.'
She took the second length of rope and patted the end of the bench.
'Pop yourself just here, then. Legs over the end.'
He complied, then was a little puzzled when she got up. She put her hand on his cheek.
'I don't mind fucking you on a first date, but I like to make it a rule not to get tied up by a strange man. You understand, don't you darling?'
'Well, of course, I mean, I know it was maybe a bit much to ask, but you're really quite safe, honestly.'
'I'm sure,' she replied, 'Which is why I'm hoping you won't mind too much if I do you instead.'
Without waiting for an answer, she crouched in front of him, and began to tie his right ankle loosely to the leg of the bench. The second rope went around the left, fastening again to the furniture leg on that side. She smiled up at him from between his knees.
'Now...seeing as I'm down here anyway...'
She unbuckled his belt, then pulled it from his waist, one hoop at a time. He was not slim, so she had well over a yard of thick leather in her hand when she was done. She passed it under the bench, then brought one end up on each side, drawing the ends together over his thighs and refastening it, to strap him into place with his legs against the seat.
'Are you sitting uncomfortably?' She smiled, then added a little apologetically
'Will you excuse me a moment, darling? Call of nature...'
She rested her hand on his cock as she said it, then turned and left the room. She returned a few moments later, smiling. She came straight up to him.
'Just one more thing and then we're ready,' she said.
She unbuttoned his shirt three-quarter of the way, then slipped each arm down from his shoulders. Conscious of the paunch and pale skin she had just exposed he felt a little vulnerable, but she seemed to take it in her stride. He hardly noticed that his arms were restrained. He was too busy watching her lick her lips. She kissed him on the forehead, then put her hand there and whispered
'No peeping!'
As she stroked his eyelids shut. She waited a second, then in a low, seductive voice said some very specific things. The first was this -
'Open your mouth. Here comes my tongue.'
Then she French kissed him. Deeply. Her tongue pushed into every corner of his mouth, never taking no for an answer. He was harder afterwards. She paused before saying the second thing.
'Open your mouth. Here come my breasts.'
She pulled down her top and lifted the large, full breasts out over the top of her neckline. Then she took his head in her hands and offered up her breast, guiding his mouth to her nipple. Interestingly enough, she was hard as well. Maybe he should have wondered why she was so aroused, but he didn't, too eager to savour the brown flesh. He put his lips around her nipple, and suckled, biting gently on her. She moaned and offered him the other nipple. He didn't notice the throaty growl she made as he gently chewed her soft flesh. He didn't notice her growl because he's too busy noticing that she is unzipping him, her cool fingers delicately working in his pants to bring out his cock. When she has done it, she says something a little odd.
'Open your mouth. Here come my panties.'
He waited with open mouth, listening to the sound of the fabric on her thighs as she peeled them off. He thought of her legs, and how her pussy is now naked. As he did that, she rolled them into a ball that she pushed into his mouth. He noticed they were wet.
'Sorry darling, didn't I say? I forgot to take them off when I went to the ladies.'
Closing his mouth, he noticed the salty warm liquid that squeezed out a little. Any thoughts of reluctance are soon overcome as her head drops into his lap, the full lips falling naturally onto the tip of his penis. She gives another little growl, lending a soft, fluttering buzz to the tongue that traces a path over the head of his cock. He swallowed her urine, then, marvelling at the novelty and the lack of the expected bitterness, bites into her panties and let more of her juice flow out onto his tongue. He swallowed again and waited to fuck her. She stood, then straddled him. She sat in his lap, with her arms around his neck, then slowly moved forward and pressed down.
His cock entered her. He could feel his foreskin peeling back as it did, and the moist heat of her vagina as it gradually enveloped him. She slid forward, little by little until his whole length was inside her body. She waited for a moment, then started to ride him.
It was a slow, languid fuck. At first, he kept his eyes closed, devouring the sensations of her taking him, but then he opened them, curious to see the expression on her face. Pleasure, mixed with anticipation, he decided. She grinned at him, her hips moving more quickly now as her eyes flickered shut. She pressed her lips tight together, grimacing a little as if she was somehow reluctant to surrender to the pleasure she was so obviously building up to. Breathing heavily, she spoke to him in a staccato voice as she moved on him; two strands of conversation, mixing small talk with sex talk.
'I knew you'd be good when I saw you. Do you go to those places often? Aaah, so fucking nice!'
He nodded, feeling the kind of tingle that told him he wouldn't last much longer. Her too, apparently. With some difficulty, she spoke again.
'I don't go out there - like that very often. Ah, yes!' (He felt her tighten down on him. Christ that was horny!)
'Go out...when I feel the urge...like tonight...'
The last word was drawn out, part whispered, part panted. She grimaced again, putting her head back and closing her eyes, and he watched, fascinated, as the woman he had met barely three hours ago climaxed hungrily on his cock. He felt the spasms of her contractions, and the warmth and the wetness and the closeness of her push him over the edge. He marvelled at how she seemed to read his mind, grinding herself into him to receive each thrust and jet, then felt the way the final strokes became more and more slippery as his semen flowed into her. She panted a little, then whispered to him.
'Oh, that was so nice, my dear,' she said "so fucking nice! I love exchanging bodily fluids, don't you? Like me giving you my saliva in those deep French kisses, then me giving you some of my pee in those naughty panties, then you shooting all that sperm up inside me just now. The only thing is, I really need you to give me some more.'
His mouth was still full of her underwear, but she could tell he was chuckling a little from the rhythm of the air from his nostrils, the way his shoulders moved and the fine lines that formed at the corners of his eyes. He looked down, pointedly glancing down to where she was rocking gently with his softening cock still inside her.
She giggled. She understood that he would need a little while before he could go again.
"Oh, silly! Not that juice.'
She licked her lips, then opened her mouth in a broad smile. That was when he became aware of three things that he had put out of his mind while they had fucked. Firstly his feet were still tied to the legs of the bench. Secondly, his thighs were strapped down to the bench with the leather belt, and thirdly his arms were pinned to his sides by the undone shirt. In short, he wasn't going anywhere in a hurry.
Which wouldn't have been a problem, if her grin hadn't revealed that about ten inches from his suddenly very vulnerable face she had some very long fangs. She put one arm around his back to hold him close, her other hand to the top of his head to pull it to one side, then paused and shrugged at the irony of it.
'I don't want you screaming the place down. When I finish you off. Do I?
He was still trying to spit out her panties when she struck. A deep bite to the throat, then a second in the same place, just to make sure before clamping her mouth over the wound. His cock was still inside her as she sat holding him, swallowing as greedily as she could, but some inevitably got away, spilling and splashing over both of them.
When she was done she let him flop down onto the bench, then sat and contemplated the playroom. He had done a good job here, she thought. It might make quite a nice base for her operations. And an endless supply of fresh, hormonal blood on hand in that bar. She would just have to watch the local Estate agents for the place coming on the market, once the necessary legal steps around the owner's mysterious disappearance had been resolved and the place came onto the market. Or maybe a forged will was the way ahead? After all, she hadn't lived four hundred years without learning a trick or two along the way.
'One thing is for sure', she said, looking down at the stain spreading over the floor, 'from here on in it’s vinyl in this playroom, not carpet.'

You’ll love the photos and video which accompany this story.

Love Lorna Blu

xxx

Thursday, October 18th 2018

Lorna in Leather

Hello everyone,

I’m having a lovely week - my sexy friend Curvy_Claire is staying with me – she’s great company and we’re having a lot of fun. She’s also been giving me some lessons on Webcamming (I hope you horny guys who were my Guinea Pigs enjoyed my efforts).
My latest photos include lots of lovely leather …
If there is one thing I have found out in the course of my rather interesting sex life, it is that tastes differ quite amazingly. And that's not just between people - you'd be surprised how often the same person reacts differently each time you meet them. One of my favourites (let's call him Kevin) does this, and to a certain extent so do I. You might think that could sometimes lead to disappointment - I am reminded of the old joke about the masochist saying "hit me! hit me!" and the sadist saying, cruelly "no!" - but I think you'll find I don't disappoint that many, and in a lot of cases the little changes of roles or personality or desires in that meeting makes for a particularly satisfying encounter.

Kevin definitely likes to see me as ladylike. When we get together we have what you might call proper grown-up conversations, we don't leap on each other as soon as the door closes and when we do get down to the physical side of things Kevin is always a considerate and generous lover who goes out of his way to see that both of us get a great deal of pleasure out of the experience. I like going to see Kevin a lot! However, it struck me, as I hung up the phone after making the arrangements to meet up a few days later, that perhaps this could be an occasion to try something a little different. I decided to show him a little of what you might call the "dark blu" side of Lorna!

So it was that I turned up in the outfit you see in my latest photo update. Leather features quite a lot, as you'll see! Kevin is of medium height, so the heels that made me that little taller than usual gave me something of a more outgoing appearance, and I played up to this subtle change by being a little more mysterious - quieter, moving more provocatively. He had got a highly acceptable bottle of something dry and sparkling for us to share, and in the normal run of things I would have savoured it (his taste in wine is almost as good as his taste in women!), but this time I looked as sternly into his eyes as I could manage and told him to get it down in one - he had some listening to do!

He was a little taken aback, but could see from my eyes that it was in his interest to go along with me! He drained his glass. I set mine down untouched - keep him guessing, eh? - then put my hands on his chest and propelled him backwards into the lounge. I didn't actually shove him too forcefully, but it was definitely a surprised face looking up at me from the sofa. I felt a little sorry for him, and the thought crossed my mind that he might have done himself some damage that would ruin his performance. I kept me stern mask on for a few seconds longer, and was relieved to see he didn't mention any broken bones.

'Sometimes,' I began, theatrically, 'a woman needs to know she is appreciated in a more physical sense. She needs to know she is desired. Do you understand, Kevin?'

He looked a little confused, but nodded.

'Today I need to know that you desire me, Kevin. Do you?'

Again, a nod.

'Much as I trust you, today I need something more substantial than your assurances. I need proof. What proof can you offer me? I think there's only one thing that will convince me.'

He seemed puzzled. I rolled my eyes a little.

'Unzip, Kevin, unzip. I need to see your cock.'

He almost gulped a little, but complied. The change to our routine didn't seem to have affected it too badly!

'Good, nice and hard. That is the proof I was after, Kevin, not so difficult, was it? Now, how do we reward you...? I know, how about a little teasing show? There is one rule though, Kevin. No touching. You don't touch me, you don't touch that.'

I nodded at his erection.

'I'm the only one allowed to touch that. Understood?'

'Good!'

I must have been feeling rather sluttish that day - it happens sometimes! - as I teased the poor guy something rotten. My panties were the first thing to go, and I then spent some time exhibiting the parts they normally would have covered, pushing my bottom and my pussy towards him. I started talking to him as I did, telling him how, from time to time, a girl just needs to have a good stiff hard-on at her disposal. On impulse I told him about my time at the swingers club, when I went there in search of sex and found it! I wasn't too sure what his brain made of his Lady Lorna being fucked against a wall round the back of the club, but his cock seemed to enjoy it!
Then I undid my blouse, and told him about another guy I see who just loves to get titfucks.

'He pours baby oil into my cleavage, puts his erection into the valley between my boobs, then presses them together and rides my body. He comes loads, Kevin, coating my tits with his hot, thick spunk. You see what I mean about proof, Kevin? When a guy covers your tits with his seed, you know he desires you.'

He seemed to be having some difficulty with my no touching rule, so I decided to make things worse for him. I told him to strip completely, then when he was naked to sit between my knees and watch as I played with myself, because I needed to come. Which I did - quite nicely, and with a pleasing effect on Kevin too!

It was about that point that the battery on the camera ran out. I cursed myself a little at the time for not checking it, but there's no point crying over spilt cream, is there? So you'll just have to imagine the next part. I commented on his glass table, wondering out loud if it was strong enough to take the weight of two adults. Then I stood up, took off my bra, and put the leather coat on over the suspenders and boots, parading in front of the poor man and his erection, and smiling my little coy smile as my breasts peeped out of the open coat. I laid back on the table, took the lapels of the coat in my hands and showed him everything - boots, stockings, suspenders, boobs - all topped off with my best "come and get me" expression.

'You are allowed to touch that now,' I said, 'but only to get it into position.'

I closed my eyes and purred as he slipped inside and started to move. I knew I had wound him up so much he wouldn't last long, so I waited till he had got a nice rhythm going before I delivered the piece de resistance.

'Now, Kevin, this is where I find out if you have been listening! Bearing in mind what I have been saying about proof...'

I waited a few seconds, perhaps tempting fate, then closed my eyes and in my best sluttish voice, husked into his ear,

'Would you like to come up me or on me?'

He thrust into me twice more, then with a grunt - and what must have been a supreme effort of will! - he pulled out and aimed at my body.

I felt the heat on my skin as he came. Five good jets of semen splashed in thick, gooey grey over me, reaching from my belly button up to and over my tits, then he tailed off to a gentle drip on my pussy lips.

'Good boy!' I said, using my finger tip to pick some from a silvery puddle on my breastbone and transfer it to my red lips. He seemed fascinated as I did that, so I did it again, this time using two fingers to scoop up some more of his juice and take it to my mouth. I must have been in a teasing frame of mind still, because I played with it a little, rolling my tongue around my mouth to apply his sperm as lip gloss. He watched, fascinated, then leaned in close, hesitated, then French kissed me.

'Mmm, you naughty boy!' I said as our kiss came to an end, ' you've just given me a rather kinky idea for our next fuck...'

But that is another story!

Sweet Kisses,

Stay Horny

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, October 13th 2018

Inappropriate Behaviour

Happy Weekend Everyone!

I’m getting excited because Curvy Claire is coming to stay with me next week - a fun time is in store! Make sure you don’t miss out!
Here’s what happened when I went to see Claire last month …

'Well, how do I look?'

It's often a loaded question, but in this case it really had a purpose. Claire looked me up and down.

'Hmm. Stern, corporate but very desirable! And me?'

A client had booked us as for a threesome with a particular scenario and we wanted to make sure we got off to a good start.

'You look about ready to read the riot act,' I said, 'perhaps we need to soften the image a little.'

I undid a button on the well-filled, sensible white blouse. Then, on impulse, I undid another. My fingers lingered between Claire's breasts.

'Are you trying to start without our guest?'

As if he had been listening, there was a gentle knock on the door. We looked at each other, smiled, then went back to the business-like look. Claire took a deep breath, counted silently down from three, then opened the door. The tall, suited figure on the other side said nothing. Claire said,

'Ah, Jonathan. Bang on time, excellent! Won't you come in?'

There isn't too much scope for role-playing in the hotel room, but there is enough for this particular scenario! We have put the two chairs available either side of the dressing table. I am sitting in one, Claire walks to the other. I run through the scenario we have prepared, then say my line.

'Mr Davis, would you take a seat, please?'

I gestured towards the foot of the bed. Jonathan sat there, while Claire took the other chair, and we faced each other in a flattened triangle.

'Now Jonathan, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lorna Blu, and I am the relationship facilitator within the company's Human Resources unit. We are here today to get to the bottom of some concerns that have been raised, by Claire, concerning some inappropriate behaviour you have been displaying within the workplace. Are you with me so far?'

He gulped and nodded silently. I hoped I wasn't overdoing it!

'Good. As you know, we are a company that prides itself on being open and approachable, and we like to see those values reflected in our day to day work practices. Claire is very pleased with your work in general, but feels that you have been displaying certain reluctant attitudes in her presence, and after discussion with her we both feel that an informal session like this could be a good way forward. Are you willing to take part?'

He nodded again. I smiled at Claire, who crossed her legs. A slight creaking sound came from her skirt. I suppressed a smirk and went on.

'Right, Jonathan. Can I ask how old you are, please?'

'I'm 31, Lorna.'

'Indeed.'

I paused for a second

'Not to put too fine a point on it, we feel that your age may be the main reason we find ourselves in this position today. Would you like to estimate how old Claire is for us?'

'Er... mid 40s?'

'Very good! Now, is that age difference the reason you have been displaying this...reluctance?'

'Reluctance?'

'Yes, reluctance. Claire feels that you have been...well, let's say unwilling to co-operate with her more fully, when she has reached out to you in a work environment. Would you say that's right?'

I looked across at Claire. She was nodding, and re-crossed her legs, showing more than a little stocking top as she did. I saw Jonathan hadn't missed the brief flash of her thigh tops. Neither had I, come to that.

'I wonder. Do you remember a particular instance at the last office party, when Claire came and stood behind you by the punch bowl? Very close behind you. Close enough, in fact, that her chest kind of pressed into your back. Do you remember that?'

I could see him thinking about it, and wishing it were true.

'I'm sure I'd remember a thing like that! You know, in my role as relationship facilitator I have to be open to all sorts of signalling behaviour in relation to a person's sexuality. Here, let me show you.'

I stood up, winked at Claire, then turned so that I was facing our visitor. Claire got up and stood just behind me, off to one side. She then moved behind me. I heard the faint creak of her skirt, and then she stepped forward. I gasped a little
.
'Now, as I'm sure you've noticed, Claire has lovely, full breasts. And right now I can feel one of them moulding itself to my shoulder. In this instance, the signal that I think Claire is sending me is that she's sexually available, if I want to take her up. Do you see what I mean about signalling?'

Jonathan nodded. I stole a secret glance at his trousers. He seemed to be getting the picture - in fact, he would have difficulty hiding it.

'It's a very pleasant sensation,' I went on, 'both the physicality of the contact and in terms of the emotions I feel, knowing she is telling me I can have her. Now, in these circumstances, we don't want to go charging in like a bull in a china shop, no matter how hot this lovely woman might have made us feel. So I make a subtle response. I lean back into her...so.'

I let my head drop back, just a little. I closed my eyes slightly. I could feel Claire's breath, warm and sensual, on the side of my neck. I could feel myself becoming moist. I made sure I stayed professional, though.

'Now, I find I am responding sexually to Claire's being just there. Do you think you'd be doing the same, in my position?'

Jonathan nodded. I felt a little puff of warm air on my cheek, and realised Claire had managed to stifle a giggle. The tent in Jonathan's trousers was clear to both of us.

'So, I am going to acknowledge Claire's kind offer further, by making a proportionate response. I do this by making a physical gesture that hints at intimacy, without going too far. Subtlety is important here, do you see that?'

Again he nodded.

'Very good. So watch here what I do here...'

Looking into his eyes, I put my hand down beside me, then back a little, feeling gently for Claire's leather-clad thigh. When I found it, I extended my fingers, and pressed the palm of my hand flat to her thigh. I felt another exhalation on my neck. The exercise seemed to be getting to both of them!

'Now, this is not explicitly sexual as such, but it is clear that Claire, by not pulling away or speaking sharply to me, is quite happy for me to hold this part of her body. She will also note that I am quite happy to be doing so. By this stage we have established some ground rules. Now, depending on circumstances we can proceed from this stage by further subtle escalation, or we may choose to accelerate our signalling actions. For example...'

I had a little more lecture planned, but Claire pre-empted what I was going to say by taking hold of my left breast and kneading it while breathing heavily in my ear.

'What happened to subtle?' I whispered to her.

'Fuck subtle, Lorna, have you seen the size of his cock? I'm getting some of that!'

'Now,' I went on, 'What do you notice about this stage of the interaction between Claire and myself?'

He was trying not to stare too hard as Claire's fingers busied themselves on my boob. I think his nerves may have been a little under strain at this point.

'She seems to be enjoying the interaction,' said Jonathan, 'and also I see she is wearing a wedding ring. What should I read into that, please?'

'Good question!' I said, 'I think perhaps the best way of answering that is for us to repurpose the practical element a little. Would you mind standing up, Jonathan?'

Claire was keener, but I was closer. My hand won the race to his fly, and I unzipped him while encouraging Claire to 'just keep feeling my breasts there Claire, to provide a visual stimulus for Jonathan, in order to maintain and strengthen his erection...'

There was some rather unprofessional language from behind me, then no sooner had I succeeded in getting eight inches of hot, thick cock into the open air than Claire pounced, dropping to her knees and shoving me to one side in one movement. I watched a little enviously as his eyes dropped to his lap and took in the spectacle of Claire's lips closing over the head of his cock. Not that I was jealous, of course, but I was quite proud of my roleplay patter, and was a little put out about being upstaged by Claire's oral skills.

I could see which way this particular exercise was headed, and decided to abandon my speaking role. I reached under the pillow for supplies we had put there just in case. I waved the condom packet in front of Claire's eyes as she sucked him. She winked, nodded, and broke off from her blow job for a moment. She lay back on the bed, pulling the hem of her skirt up to her tummy to show she wasn't wearing any knickers. Talk about playing hard to get! I rolled the condom over Jonathan's erection, decided against taking him into my mouth, then led him over to the bed by his cock. He knelt on the edge, between Claire's open legs. I kept hold of his penis as he manoeuvred himself, waiting for him to get comfortable. When he was in position, I slid the tip of his cock across Claire's vaginal lips, then gently pressed him inside her. His eyes were closed, but hers were wide open, grateful looking, as she pushed upwards. He should have kept his eyes open, I thought, as heavy-lidded Claire mouthed 'fuck, that's good' as he entered her.

He moved slowly inside her for the first couple of strokes, then caught her by surprise as he upped the speed and strength of his lovemaking. Claire started to breathe heavily, making little sighing noises as Jonathan pounded her. She couldn't be coming already, could she? It looked quite likely, and Claire gave every indication that this was going to be a very uninhibited and very loud orgasm. I thought quickly and decided perhaps I should get something out of the situation. I stepped out of my panties, climbed onto the bed, and gently straddled Claire's face.

I knew I would have to act quickly; I grabbed Jonathan's hands and set them the task of getting my tits out to play with as Claire's tongue got busy between my legs. I put one hand down to where he was pounding her and started to tickle her clit gently, just the way I liked it. I felt her tongue go deep into me in response, and I pushed down onto her lips, rocking backwards and forwards gently to get off as quickly as possible. From the muffled noises coming from Claire's mouth, I knew she was close; I looked across at our lover and I saw he was too. I put my free hand behind his head and pulled him close enough to kiss, then held him there to make sure he couldn't pull away as I put my tongue between his lips and fucked his mouth with it.

Sorting out a simultaneous orgasm when there are just two of you is hard enough, but I still had a pang of disappointment as I realised the other two had beaten me to it. It felt as if Claire was shouting out her climax from between my thighs, giving a muffled grunt or gasp as Jonathan slammed into her long and deep. I could tell from his breathing and the growling in his throat that each thrust meant another shot of cum into my girlfriend. I counted eight in total until he came to a halt and I released him from my French kiss. He was panting, then motioned me closer and kissed me back, his tongue in my mouth, but much more restrained. His hands stayed on my breasts, but resting now rather than the urgent pawing he had been giving them before. I was fairly sure there'd be bruises though!

'So, to recap...' I began. Both began to giggle, the humour marking a good way of reacting to the frenzied sex we had just shared. We separated, then fell onto the bed side by side, breathing heavily and coming down from what we had just done. I saw a tremendously full condom on the end of Jonathan's cock, and fascinated at just how much he had come, I slowly peeled it off him, then tied a knot into the rubber to keep its contents inside.

'Souvenir?' asked Jonathan, grinning.

'Mmm,' I said, 'More for comparison purposes, actually, for later on.'

I dipped my head into his lap and began to lick the remaining cum from his cock, then closed my mouth over the end and made a lollipop of his penis.
'Comparison?'

I broke off from fellating him, even though I was getting some very encouraging twitches from him.

'Well, the exercise we have just concluded has established you are happy to fuck the arse off a 40-something woman. I think we now need to build on that foundation, don't you? The way I see it, somebody owes this 50-something woman an orgasm. Or two!

Sweet Kisses,

Stay Horny [😉]

Love Lorna Blu xx

Thursday, October 4th 2018

A Woodland Walk

Hello my horny friends,

I am writing this on a rather changeable day, weather-wise. I have just had to scoot outside to rescue some washing from the line, washing that I put there about an hour ago when the sun looked as if it was there for the rest of the day. Sadly, some ominous grey clouds soon put paid to that!
I guess I am resigned to the summer being over, barring some minor miracle. When I think back to the way things were not too many weeks ago when the local water company was threatening to impose a hosepipe ban and every night was hot and sticky - even before anything happened! - I feel a little sadness that the chance to wear skimpy and revealing clothing is probably over for another year. So, just in case you're feeling the same way, why don't we indulge ourselves in a little erotic nostalgia...
This particular sunny woodland is in Spain, as it happens, but the weather in Lancashire has been that hot over the summer that it could have been just down the road from me - or possibly even you!
(By the way, on the subject of nearby, did I mention that my good friend Curvy Claire from Norfolk is coming to visit next week? If you would like to spend some time with two busty mature beauties, why not email or text me for details!)
OK, let's picture a scene that might appeal to both of us. Let's say I have held a competition, for the most erotic text message you could send, and the prize for the winner is two hours with me in the location of my choice. You don't know exactly what to expect and to be honest neither do I. I haven't promised anything will happen, but both of us are obviously consenting adults. It's up to us how those two hours will pass. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you make a good first impression. You're obviously kind, you smell lovely and fresh, you've taken trouble with your appearance without going overboard, and I like the way you've been talking to me since we met.
It's clear you like me too, but you're taking things sensibly. You haven't boasted to me about how I'm about to have the best sex ever, for instance. In fact, the meeting feels to me rather like a first date; there's even a little sense that it's me getting the prize.
There's a lovely silver birch along the way, and even as I'm playing a little game of peek-a-boo with you on the other side of it I am making my mind up about you. I reach up to tease at my hair a little, then smile my favourite, oh-so-naughty smile. I think you sense the way I'm feeling. Let's see what you do with that knowledge!
You lift your head and walk up to the tree. You put one hand high up on each trunk, your fingers splayed. It's a confident gesture and I like it. I also like hands and you have good, strong, interesting hands. They will go anywhere on my body that you like if these next few moments go well.
We make eye contact. We hold eye contact, then glance away, look back. There are smiles, half smiles, facial expressions from both of us that speak of desire. A gentle silence, broken only by the silly things we say sometimes when the talking needs to stop and the lovemaking needs to begin.
You've taken my hand and led me out from behind the tree. You bring me close to you, so close that even over the birdsong I can hear the breath from your nostrils. The air is sweet. You put your cheek next to mine and I feel your breathing on that sensitive part where my neck meets my collarbone. I want you to kiss me, but you want to wait. I press my cheek against yours and then pull back slightly. I can almost read your mind, wondering whether I am going to pull away from you completely, and then you realise that I am just doing this so my lips will be closer to yours. There is a very brief but quite audible wet little sound as my lips part, and you know that I am asking you to put a part of you inside my body. You hesitate, as if you can't quite believe that I would really let you do this, but then you decide this is the moment. Your open mouth meets mine, an instant passes, and then you do what you've been wanting to do since we first shook hands. You put your tongue into my mouth and breathe in the air that I breathe out.
You kiss well. Nothing too rough, but not too timid either. Your hand starts out resting on my hip, then slides up the side of my chest, fingers around onto my shoulder, thumb slightly tickling in my armpit. I like the pressure of your fingertips, but I know what you're dying to do. I pull away from the kiss a second, to give you a comic frown, a look that says 'Really?' I take your hand in mine and lift it away from my body. I want to see if you do what I think you will. You do, with a look that is pure little boy sadness, a look that becomes disbelief and joy as I put it onto my left breast.
'I enjoy having my tits felt,' I tell you, 'as long as you do it right.'
You're doing it right as our lips meet again, and I let you know by putting my tongue into your mouth. We kiss like this for several minutes, you hardly daring to let go of my breast in case I have a change of heart, me pushing my pelvis forward to get you to consider some other parts of my body. I reach down to fondle your cock and reach for your zipper. You grin, and I realise I am not the only one who can tease.
Now you know that I want to be fucked, it's just a question of where. There's a soft hummock just by the next clump of trees, and we somehow make it without falling, shedding clothing as we go. I sit back as you drop your trousers a little. They are hardly below your waist, but that is enough to release your cock, and finally, you discover how wet I have got. There's a little awkwardness at first, but then I guide you to where you need to be and put my hands on your buttocks to pull you inside. We are both so turned on by now that it can't last for long, but you still manage to last long enough for me to come, long enough even for me to recover, and pull your head close for that final act, so you feel my tongue deep in my mouth, just as I feel your sperm going into my body.
You're a little heavy on me now, as that post-orgasm glow fades, but then you realise and you put your hands on the grass either side of my head to lift yourself off me a little. Not too much though, we stay close enough that our lips and tongues can still play and tell each other wordlessly that we want more. I ask the time and you tell me it's three-thirty - over half an hour to go.
I'm not a clock watcher, so I mention something I've always wanted to do but never done before - take a man's cock between my lips, right after he's fucked me, then gently suck him past the sensitive stage, back through full hardness and on to climax, savouring the changes in flavour from the leftover cum on his head, the mixture with of his juices and mine as I take him deeper, then finally pure male once more as he pumps his load down my throat at the end. You say you like the sound of that, and I say something else I've never done before is let a man come into me, then get him to clean me up afterwards, his tongue probing deep into my pussy. You say you like the sound of that too and before long the woodland summer sounds of buzzing insects and birdsong are joined by the pants and sighs of two lovers exploring each other by tongue.

Stay horny

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, September 22nd 2018

Satin Doll

Hello again everyone,

In case you didn’t see it on my profile … I’m off to Norfolk at the end of the week to visit the lovely Curvy Claire. We’ll be indulging in lots of girlie girl stuff and having fun doing ‘double delights’, so if you live in that area, don’t miss out!

…. And now, my naughty little tale for you …
'Do you believe the clothes define the person or the person defines the clothes?'

Then there was a camera flash, quickly followed by two more. It might sound as if I was being grilled at some kind of press conference (or should that be spit-roasted?!), but in fact it was something much more fun. David is an old friend and a gifted amateur photographer, and I was combining my business with his pleasure on a visit to his place. I paused for a moment before answering.

'I'm not too sure. I do know that I do respond to the clothes in one way. I ask what kind of outfits people would like me to wear for a meet, and that gives me a cue on what they might like from the session. For instance, if they ask for something with a good bit of black leather in it, they probably prefer a more assertive persona. If they ask for satin frilly floral -'

'Like you're wearing now, you mean?'

' - like I'm wearing now, for instance, then it's likely they would like a feminine lady, someone who is a little coy and sweet.'

'An interesting idea,' he said, before firing off another few pictures, 'but what should I read into the fact that you chose the outfit today?'

I shrugged slightly, made a "little girl lost" face, then blew him a kiss. The camera fired off a burst of pictures. He made a satisfied sighing noise that told me he was getting into the photos.

'OK,' I said, changing the subject slightly, 'Tell me about this setting. Why the stairs?'
'
Transition.'

'Transition?'

'Yes. It's kind of symbolic for me. The way I see it, downstairs is where the public persona gets displayed, it's where people are nice to each other but keep their shields up, you know? Nobody gets too close, that kind of thing. But upstairs is where the private persona can come out, where things get more intimate, and people get the closest that they can to each other.'

'I see,' I said. I wasn't sure that I did. He fired off another half dozen, close in on my face.

'I love your thinking face,' he said, 'not sure if you'll want to use these ones though!'

'OK, so tell me some more about this transition.'

He took the camera from his eye, and thought a second.

'Putting it bluntly, downstairs your legs are closed. Upstairs your legs are open. I wanted to capture the look on your face as you make that transition, the look of a woman who knows she is about to have sex and is looking forward to it.'

'Ah, like the "before and after" look,' I said, smiling at the memory.

'Come again?'

'I recently made a video clip where I masturbated. Then for a little trailer for it we put the very start of the clip with the very end of the clip. About 20 seconds all told. We called it "before and after". The guy doing the editing told me he couldn't work out which was sexier, the look on my face right after I had my orgasm, or the look on my face when I knew I was going to have one.'

'Sounds...horny.'

'He thought so, anyway!'

'I can imagine. But back to stairs and transitions, I guess it's a bit similar. I want to catch that wicked Lorna look that you have when you know you're about to do it.'

I chuckled a little. My eyes must have twinkled a little more, because there was another burst from his shutter.

'Does it help that I know that your bedroom is up there, David? That I know when you put that camera down you're going to take me?'

'Maybe.'

He took another flurry of pictures.

'You ought to pass that camera to me,' I said, 'the look on your face is a picture there, you're so eager.'

'Can you blame me?' he asked, almost licking his lips.

'Don't worry,' I said, 'you know I want you inside me. I think I'm going to get a T-shirt printed for you, "Keep calm, Lorna will let you fuck her".'

He loves it when I talk dirty.

'Besides,' I went on, 'your transition theory doesn't stand up to the evidence. You know we've fucked twice in your kitchen, on all three parts of that suite in your lounge, not to mention that time you had me doggy-style in the downstairs loo. Hell, I even sucked you off on the porch when you couldn't get your keys out in time. Thinking about it now there is a very real possibility that when you do get me into your bed today it'll be the first time we have fucked there!'

He said nothing but took a lot of pictures very quickly. I think I might have illustrated his transition idea quite nicely! He put the camera down carefully, then reached across and gently put his hand onto my chest to squeeze.

'Like it?' I asked.

'Love it! You can't beat the feeling of a beautiful woman's breasts under this stuff.'

'Breasts? You're only touching one,' I pointed out.

'I've got two hands, remember?'

The second one joined in with the fun. I breathed in deeply, and let him fondle me. Satin gowns feel quite exquisite from the inside too, and my nipples stiffened in his palms.

I moved closer so we could kiss. I must have been feeling a little more wanton today, because I was the first one to go for tongues. He didn't object. When we came up for air he teased me a little

'You know, I don't think I got a satisfactory answer as to why you went for the satin tops.'

'Mainly because I like the feel, but also for a bit of nostalgia. The last time I wore the blue one,' I told him, 'was the morning after an overnight visit to an older gentleman. And this red one is from a visit to the far east. I was given this one by a younger woman who seduced me into a one-night stand with her in Kyoto, as it happens.'

'Good enough reason,' he said, 'shall we go upstairs and you can tell me about it while I fuck you?'

'I thought you'd never ask,' I grinned, 'do you want me to keep it on while you fuck me? Cowgirl sounds good.'

He grinned back.

'I thought you'd never ask.'

Sweet Kisses,

Stay Horny

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, September 14th 2018

Sauce for the Goose

Hi Everyone,

Weekend again – Yay!

Hope you enjoy my latest set of ‘Policewoman’ photos. This set is a real treat for bum fans … with lots of anal play, butt plug and DP.

'So, I have this idea for a video clip.'
'Go on,' I said, as I put the business end of a truncheon between my breasts and smiled into the lens, 'I'm listening.'

The voice I was listening to belonged to Steve, a friend of mine who was watching my performance as a naughty policewoman with interest, not to mention trousers that told me he liked what he saw. He was having one of the bursts of creativity he has from time to time. I was taking advantage of the visit to his place to do a photo shoot in a different setting.

'Hang on a second,' he replied, 'let me just do this first.'

He walked up to where I was leaning provocatively against the wall, my legs apart. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, so I just stood my ground, looking straight at him. His eyes never left mine as he stopped, almost within kissing distance. He reached over and put his hand on my breast. Not too hard, but firmly and deliberately, as if he was trying to let me know he could take what he wanted from me. It was a battle of wills, a little power struggle. I think he was testing out the entry I had put on my Adultwork interview - the part where I said I liked cheeky and confident men who could dominate and take the lead. Well, the fact is that I do like that. But not all the time. Sometimes Lorna likes to take the lead a little, and today was one of those days!

I leaned in towards him, pushing my breast into his hand just a little bit, to let him know it was what I wanted too. I leaned close enough to kiss him, wearing an expression with a hint of defiance. I could see his confidence falter a little. It made me smile. I put one hand on his shoulder, my fingers curling around the back of his neck, then closed my eyes down to heavy-lidded slits and gently drew his head to me, then very slowly but very purposefully put my tongue right into his mouth, pressing and forcing his to one side. The flash fired automatically as we were in mid French kiss. He was startled a little and pulled back.

'I bet you won't let me use that one,' I said. He was very camera shy.

'We'll see,' is all he said. I could see him turning ideas over in his mind, and I decided to find out how far I could turn the tables. But gently - the teasing and the anticipation was part of the fun, after all! Now I had his attention I began to flirt a little more. You may think that is silly, because this was an escort booking, when all was said and done. But though it might seem that the sex was inevitable, there was the highly important consideration of how we would get there, and I thought there was pleasure for the both of us if I took control.

I poked my truncheon out, making it into an erection. I took a couple of shots of myself like that, then started to think of it as someone else's cock, treating it to a blow job. Smiling eyes and lips stretched around a large head. I knew these would look good.

'Do you wish it was your cock, Steve?' I asked, poking my tongue to touch the very tip.

He moaned a little, and I saw his hand move to his zipper. I heard the rasp as he undid himself, then pulled it out. I waited a second till he was fully out, then motioned for him to stop.

'How about if it was mine, though?'

The end of the truncheon was very wet with my saliva. Slowly I rotated my hand, turning the wet head so that it no longer pointed at my face, but pointed at his. I saw his puzzled expression as I held it in front of him.

'Would you like to suck my cock, Steve?'

I thought perhaps I might have taken things too far, but no. He was still watching me, his face a picture of conflicting thoughts. I noticed he was still hard - if anything perhaps a bit harder. He hesitated a couple of seconds, but his gaze was even, clear and direct into my eyes as he opened his mouth and moved to take the truncheon head between his lips. I smiled approval, and whispered.

'Go on...'

I watched fascinated as he began to move his head back and forth, taking the head of my make-believe cock deeper into his mouth. I made some playful - but still very genuine - sounds of arousal as he sucked. I didn't have to fake my heavy breathing, the sight of what he was doing really was getting to me.

'Good boy!' I said, then decided to test him a little further.

'Oh, you've got me close, I'm nearly there. Can I come in your mouth?'

Quite solemnly he continued, then pointedly stopped for a few seconds. I knew he was fantasising about the juice filling his mouth. So was I. I waited a second or two.

'Show me?'

In full-on pornstar mode now, he opened his mouth as if he really was showing me a mouthful of my cum. I nodded approval, and he closed his mouth and pretended to swallow it for me. I wanted him there and then, but there was the little matter of finishing off the photos first. You'll see that they get quite raunchy quite quickly because by now I was eager to be fucked! It was as I was part way through using the truncheon on myself that I remembered his first remark.

'OK, what was your idea for a video clip then, Steve?'

I was breathing heavily by this point, working the truncheon deep into my pussy, and truth be told getting quite close to coming.

'Two video clips, really,' he said, 'with the joint title "Sauce for the goose"'.

'That's an interesting title,' I said, 'what made you think of that?'

He pointed towards the butt plug I had put in for the later shots.

'That did. I want to be that toy. I want to fuck you there, to be there inside you when I come.'

I knew he was keen on my bum, perhaps a bit keener on the idea of it than I was these days!

'Well, that's certainly saucy in its way,' I said, panting, very close now. 'I still don't quite get the title though!'

'Oh, I thought it would be obvious by now, especially after that blow job! Do you have a strap-on, Lorna?'

The combination of the movement of the truncheon and that thought did it for me. I closed my eyes and made myself come hard. Two seconds later I felt the warm splashes on my pussy and thighs that told me my bottom was safe as far as this visit was concerned. His too, of course.

But only until the next time!

I’ve done a video to go with these photos – I’ll publish it soon ;-)

Stay Horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx