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Thursday, April 18th 2019
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Easter Bunny
Hello Everyone,

Easter is upon us once again, bringing thoughts of eggs, chocolate, hide and seek and, last but not least, that most popularly promiscuous of animals, the rabbit! Easter for me means there will be visitors of varying ages at my place, which does put something of a crimp on my naughty activities, so this update is of necessity something of a solo one. Fortunately solo does not have to mean innocent and well-behaved!

I set aside a long morning for these pictures. I have had a lot of busy days recently, so I felt I was justified in awarding myself a treat. I have a lovely feminine bedroom at home, pale pink and white, and it makes for an excellent photo setting when the springtime sun shines in and I am in the right mood. I felt it calls for a delicate, sensual outfit, but one which leaves little to the imagination, so I dug out an old favourite, in close-fitting white, with a lovely wispy element to it, topping it off with pink and white bunny ears. These reflect the Easter theme, and also show up my playful side.

The light wasn't great, but I was really struck by how big my breasts appeared in a few of the shots. Now that probably sounds silly! I must have seen tens, possibly hundreds of thousands of photographs of myself, photos in an awful lot of which my breasts are exposed, with god knows how many views of them being admired, kissed, licked, fondled, squeezed, constrained, restrained, fucked, dribbled, peed and cum over, so it shouldn't really have come as a surprise, but all the same it made me pause a little while I reflected on how many men (and women!) have enjoyed my body, and how many of you say you still do (or would like to - in which case, can I point you towards my booking form...?)

Of course it's not a one-way process, and I do count myself lucky to have met so many considerate, horny lovers, and experienced the great sex that I have. That particular thought struck me quite deeply during the shoot, so I went off and rummaged for an old friend of mine (strictly speaking the third incarnation of an old friend of mine, I do seem to be able to wear them out) - my bright pink Ann Summers rabbit.

I put the camera back on its stand and climbed on the bed. I did have the bunny ears on for a while, but as I surrendered to the naughty thoughts I was having the ears didn't last the course! I told myself that I was just going to pose for some provocative pictures, but deep down I knew this was only going to end one way, with me giving myself a deep and powerful orgasm courtesy of my rampant friend! I mimed blow jobs, the fleshy plastic of the vibrator feeling slightly odd under my tongue, then took the tip into my mouth, engulfing the head between my lips while I imagined (and tried to count) the number of times a man has shot his load into my wet and willing mouth!

I then nestled the device into that lovely valley between my breasts, trying to think how many husbands I would have had if each man who told me he loved me as a titfuck came to a deliciously sticky end over my bosom had actually put a ring on my finger - far too many, is the answer! - but finally I succumbed myself, feeling that lovely stretching sensation as the toy stretched my pussy lips and slid beautifully inside. I lay back opened my legs wide, imagining an eager loving moving inside my body. I came surprisingly quickly - one of those lovely long orgasms where I feel my womb move inside me - then flopped down to get my breath back, but found myself hungry for more self-sex, wanting to come again so quickly after the first that I rolled over to kneel on the bed, guiding my plastic friend in for a solo doggy session that gave me a gentler but still highly enjoyable climax that actually sent me off to sleep once I had come. Perhaps I had been overdoing things!

I told myself as I got back to normality and put away the toy, the outfit and the bunny ears that I was ready to face the prospect of a busy Easter without too many distracting thoughts of sex, but I think the following week could be interesting!

Hope you all have a great Easter break (this lovely weather should make you happy and horny!)

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Tuesday, April 2nd 2019
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Tie and Tease with Satin Gloves
Hello Everyone,

Yes, I know I'm looking rather 'posh' in the photos I've just uploaded, but I have my reasons ...

'This is so unfair!'

I knew it was a mock protest, but the lovely controlling feelings I was experiencing were quite genuine. I drew myself up to my full height.

Normally I am of a stature that allows me to nestle under my gentleman's arms when we're standing close, but the four inches plus of the lovely shiny stilettos I was wearing today boosted me a substantial amount. They also had the side-effect of pushing my chest forwards slightly, enhancing the full curves that my little, black, off-the-shoulder number had to cover. It was also supposed to cover my modesty down below, but I made sure it rode up enough to show him the stocking tops and suspenders that I knew meant so much to him. Not that he would have missed much, stretched out on the sofa like that.

'Hush, my darling! You're sounding like a teenager! Now, lie still and let me do what we agreed.'

He looked sulky but horny. I'm not exactly sure that what he thought he had agreed was what I thought we had agreed - goodness knows there's a lot of that around at the moment! - but he settled down and resigned himself to his fate. I had already tied his ankles together, now I took another length of rope and started working just above his knees. As I wound it around his thighs there were bound to be accidental touches tantalisingly close to his groin, but I made sure I didn't actually touch him there. I tied a basic knot, happy that it would resist any amount of the wriggling he was likely to make, then moved to the other end.

I had tied his hands at the wrists early on when despite my strictest instructions I found his hands wandering round onto the front of my body as we kissed. I had let him get away with it once or twice, not least because he is actually really rather good at feeling my breasts in just the right way to get me going (though god knows he's had enough chance to practise on them!), but after the third fondle I felt I need to assert my authority. So the rope came out and his hands were put out of use in a "look but don't touch" way. I knew he would be frustrated, but it didn't seem to affect his erection. If anything restraining him seemed to make him hornier. Restraining him certainly seemed to make me hornier; I pressed my thighs together, then moved them together just to get that sound of nylon rubbing on nylon into his ears. He moaned slightly.

He watched, a little puzzled, as I delved into my bag for another length of rope. Shorter this time, I tied it to the wrist bond, then lifted his hands over his head, fastening them to the sofa leg. I looked him up and down. Almost there...

'I think another, at the other end. What do you think?'
I wasn't really looking for an answer. Just telling him. With his feet tied to the other end of the sofa, he was now completely at my mercy. We looked at each other a few seconds, both thinking that same thought.

'There now! That's not so very bad, is it?'
He did give a little wriggle at that point. I kept smiling, quite sure that the ropes were up to the job, and when he saw that was indeed the case, I gave a low chuckle.

'Finished wiggling?'

I don't know if he planning to say anything significant, but I was planning to make sure he didn't get the chance. I leaned over him, making sure to push my chest firmly against his, and gave him a deep French kiss. I let some saliva run down my tongue into his mouth, then some more, then stretched out my hand and placed it flat, fingers close together, just above the point where his shirt was tucked into the waistband of his trousers. I gave another chuckle then, watching his face from close to, worked my way up his tummy, unbuttoning the shirt as I went, right to the collar.

I then watched his expression as I held up my index finger, touched it to that little valley at the base of his throat, then slid it down the middle of his body, bumping up over the belt buckle, then down his groin, till it came to rest pressing slightly into the tip of his erection. Another throaty chuckle, then I set about unbuckling the belt, unfastening the trousers and then, with almost painful slowness, unzipping him. Another brief kiss, then I shifted so I was hovering over his groin. I put one hand either side of his fly, and peeled his trousers and boxers down as far as the ropes at his knees would allow. Time for the piece de resistance...

I caught him looking puzzled as I turned away to rummage in my bag. I wanted to make sure he didn't know what was to happen next and I felt quite gratified at the little intake of breath he gave as he saw the long white gloves! I stroked them to smoothness on my forearms, then gave him fingertips to kiss. I heard him breathe deeply. I put the palm to his cheek and felt him press against me rather like a cat does to its owner's legs. I circled the palm, then took it on a voyage of discovery, down his neck, onto his chest, then across his pectoral muscles, pressing my fingers in and squeezing the swell of flesh there, kneading his breast just the way he does to me. I smiled, then slowly slid back to the centre, then down, down, down...
'You know, I've been the one producing all the ropes today,' I told him, 'one for your ankles, one for your knees, one for your wrists, one at each end...I pretended to lose count, as I put my hand on his groin, between his torso and the cock that was pointing over the back of my hand.

'That makes five ropes I have had to come up with. I think perhaps you could come up with some ropes as well.'

I took hold of his cock around the base, then pumped my hand backwards and forwards. I had wondered what I would say at this point, but as it turned out the combination of the fabric of the gloves, the ropes and the little gasps I gave as I wanked him did the job. He tried to raise his legs - always a giveaway sign! - and I heard him grunt as he shot great silvery ribbons of semen over his naked body. Five, I had hinted, and he gave me six, the second and third being the most productive and splashing up onto the chest I had been feeling only a few seconds before. I kept my hand round him for a few seconds longer, making sure that I kept the gloves away from the semen that even now was still oozing from his cock.

'Was that nice?' I asked innocently, as his breathing slowly went back to normal.

'Fantastic,' he said, 'the only thing is it might be a while before I can repay you properly!'

I smiled. We both knew there was no sex in our immediate future, but then a thought occurred to me that made me giggle a bit.

'Oh, don't worry too much about that, there are other things you can do, you know! Besides, in a way you have already repaid me. I got you to come all over your own tits for a change! '

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx


Friday, March 29th 2019
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Two Cougars Seduce Young Hotel Porter
Hi Everyone,

Now let me tell you about my latest video ...

There is something of a long story associated with this update, a story that involves another update that will be coming your way before too much longer! First of all, I need to introduce you to Melody, a lady I have known for a while now who has her own profile on Adultwork. We had been working up to doing double delight meetings together, when with one thing and another she decided she needed to take some time away from the naughty lifestyle. As it happened this break coincided with her becoming footloose and fancy-free once more. To cut a long story short she recently got in touch with me, wondering if we could pick up where we left off, so to speak.

Now I had been planning to do a solo shoot with a delightful and very well-behaved friend of mine. I say "well-behaved" because while he is more than happy to handle cameraman duties, he gets a lot of pleasure from observing what goes on and never joins in. It seems to suit his tastes to a T and it certainly simplifies things from my point of view! I explained the situation to Melody and she seemed happy with the idea, so my proposed solo shoot turned into a girl-girl scene and a lovely way of breaking the ice with Melody, arrangements were made and an apartment was booked. So far so good!
So, picture the scene. Melody and I have changed into our sexy outfits for the shoot, my cameraman is filming the chatter at the start of the session as Melody prepares herself for some sensual and gentle lesbian lovemaking. Except naughty Lorna has something of a bombshell - she has arranged for another male friend to attend, one who is definitely going to want to interact with his co-stars! I could tell Melody was a little uncertain, so I came up with a plan to help things flow more easily for her. A bottle of champagne was acquired from downstairs and handed over to Peter, who had just arrived to play our hotel porter.

To be fair, I think any misgivings that Melody may have had were soon discarded when she saw the fit young man I had lined up for us! After an improvised bit of dialogue about failing to score during a girls' night out, she quickly brought out a toy that was supposed to be the best on offer for our enjoyment for the night, which was the cue for Peter to fetch our champagne in. He poured a glass for Melody, who somehow managed to splash a little over her more than ample breasts, though our porter didn't seem to catch on to the idea that he was being invited to take things a little further. Not to be put off Melody, who by now looked to be very much up for my change of plan, asked him if he had ever tasted it before, all the while fixing him with a look that said: "I'm going to have you!" When he stammered that he hadn't, she took a sip of fizz, cupped his face in her hands and gave him a full-on kiss, dribbling the wine into his mouth. I don't think he was too reluctant, but just to make sure he got the message she thrust her tongue into his mouth, smiling as his hands came up to hold her body.

We worked together quickly to strip our porter, and Melody lost no time in getting him horizontal so she could straddle his young face, while I set about the delicate business of getting his cock out of his trousers without causing a nasty premature end to events! Once I was sure he was not about to blow his load there and then, I started trying to get him to do just that, with one of my patented Lorna Blu jobs, the sort that men dream about for years afterwards. Melody leaned in to observe, and I thought she was going to take over, or at least help out, but she sat up again. I wondered why Peter was not making more noise, then I realised she had stuffed her panties into his mouth. I had to do one of my secret mid-fellatio tricks to get a sound out of him, and it worked. (I'll leave you to imagine what that might be!)
I carried on sucking him, enjoying the sensation of his warm cock moving and growing in my mouth, while Melody nestled closer and started masturbating as his hand crept round her shoulder and started to cup her breast.
I noticed that Peter wasn't the only one getting turned on by events, so I left him in Melody's care for the couple of moments it took me to take off my panties and fish in my bag for a condom. I went quickly because I didn't want him coming in Melody's mouth before my pussy had had a little of the porter's peter! Fortunately, Melody understood, and went back to her place beside him, as I slowly eased his length all the way in, then started to ride him.

I think Melody came to the conclusion I wasn't for shifting in a hurry, so she did the next best thing, lowering herself onto his face. Peter caught on quickly, and I could see from the pink flush on Melody's chest and the way that her breathing was coming faster and faster that he was definitely doing something right! Her head went back and she looked to be in danger of falling forwards, so I just had to put my hands on her breasts and hold her upright. (Well, that was my excuse!) I don't know if the feel of my hands on her tits was the final touch, but I felt how hard her nipples were against my palms and knew she was about to orgasm, and the thought made me come as well.

I half expected him to join in with a three-way climax, shooting his load up into my pussy, but he seemed to be still up for it, so I suggested a classic porn film finish to our evening. Melody and I lay side by side on the bed and kissed and caressed each other as he stood over us. I found I really had a thing for her boobs, I know some people use the word pillowy and right then that seemed the best word to me. I put my tongue into her mouth and pinched her nipple, while Peter fingered her with one hand and rubbed himself with the other. I was just getting into my new girlfriend when a gentle cough from above reminded us that Peter's unfinished business was about to be finished - over us.

It's surprisingly difficult sometimes to get the aim just right so as to come over two girls' faces, so I helped things along by licking the tip of his cock as he came, catching as much as I could in my mouth, then French kissing it to Melody. She swallowed it greedily, then looked up at me with a longing expression, while the last of Peter's ejaculation dripped hot spunk onto her milky-white breasts. I thought at first I had "converted" her, but I should have known better!
'You OK?' I asked, smiling.
'Yes...and no.'
I was a little puzzled, till she explained.
'This was fantastic,' she said, 'but I couldn't help noticing that only one of us got herself fucked!'
Well, how we went about rectifying that particular situation is another story!

Haha, you'll love this movie

Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Thursday, March 21st 2019
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Glass Top Table
Hello Everyone,

Spring is supposedly here which is good news for those who love scantilly clad ladies and outdoor photos, but not so good for lovers of boots, so make the most of my latest set of photos ... you'll love the photos where I'm sitting bare-arsed on the glass top table - the photos are taken from under the table

I generally prefer what you might call the girlfriend experience to the wham-bang type of encounter that some ladies go for. I like to think it's a very special type of girlfriend experience though, because I can't imagine many girlfriends doing some of the things that I enjoy, but even when things get a little less conventional, it's still done with a little gentleness, affection - love even - that means the two of us share some gentle, sensual special time together.

But that isn't always the case! Sometimes the ladylike part of me gets overruled by a certain bodily part and events take a slightly more risque turn.

I turned up in a long sensible coat - I didn't want to freak out the good members of his neighbourhood watch - with the result that when he opened the door to me his face fell a little. I made a little bit of Smalltalk, then as soon as the door was closed behind me I shrugged the coat off and let him feast his eyes.

I leaned brazenly against the wall as if he had found me walking near a dodgy bar on the docks or something, and I could tell the look was having the desired effect! I turned this way and that, showing how nicely my new bra accentuated the curves he was so busy dribbling over, and just how hard the laces on my top had to work to keep my boobs from bursting out.

He wanted me through to the bedroom right there and then, but I decided a little anticipation wouldn't go amiss. I posed on his hallway chair, then the glass topped table nearby caught my eye. I half considered letting him have me on it, but I was reluctant to do anything that might cause it to break! It was, however, ideal from the point of view of displaying my goodies to him.

With each pose I teased him. I pushed my cleavage into the glass inches from his nose and asked him, "would you like to feel my tits?" I lifted my skirt and asked if he wanted to cup my bottom, and finally in the most wanton display I sat back on the table, spread my pussy lips wide, and showed him where his cock would be in a very short while! With him reclining beneath me, I pressed myself up against the glass in a variety of positions like this, enjoying the gentle moans as he put his hands up to touch me, but was blocked every time by the glass of the tabletop.

In the end, the anticipation got too much for me too, and with an extended hand and a whispered "I think I'd like to be fucked by you now," I let him lead me off to an evening of the leisurely, luxurious love-making that I adore!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, March 13th 2019
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Double Delights
Hello All,

As you may know, I recently spent a lovely if hectic few days down South, getting together with my great friend Curvy Claire (if you're looking on Adultwork, that is "curvy_claire"). I have had a few people asking if I could post a blog about all the things we did - but with the solo meets, the double meets, the short meets that turned into long meets, the solo meets that turned into double delight meets and the goings-on at Claire's local sex club I think it would probably take a small book to fit everything in. So rather than get specific I'm going to describe the sort of thing that happens in one of our double delight meetings.

When the knock at the door comes, it will be the luck of the draw which of us opens it, but we go out of our way to make each and every caller feel special. You may have contacted us in advance to ask for a specific outfit, or to request a specific scenario. We do try to accommodate dress requests, though obviously if we are in a hotel there is a limit to how many changes of clothes we can take with us. I have to say we don't get too many disappointed callers! There will be as much small talk as you want to make, just to break the ice, and we much prefer to get the paperwork sorted at the very start, because once formalities are out of the way we can get on to the fun part.

Both Claire and I enjoy kissing, so provided you have taken the trouble to brush your teeth and maybe used a little breath freshener we are happy to take kissing to that next, more passionate level. I have absolutely no idea how many men have done this, but I always get a little thrill of excitement when I say a gentleman's face move close to mine and our lips meet for the first time. I see them sometimes wondering what I am thinking as I do this. More often than not I am thinking of the old saying that a girl who is prepared to open her mouth to a man is often prepared to open her legs to him, and I let that thought run through my head, hopefully, so it shows on my face, as we kiss and I tantalise him for a second or two before allowing his tongue into my mouth.

One guy who saw us wanted Claire and I to french kiss each other first, then let him join in, and this was so horny we sometimes do this without being asked. One visitor almost came in his pants as Claire and I went into his mouth at the same time. With both of us being blessed with lovely, pillowy breasts we often find a hand cupping and weighing our bosoms as we do this. I remember one guy getting his hand caught between us as Claire pounced on me, his fingers pressed between Claire's tits on one side and mine on the other. Again, no complaints though!

Our gentlemen usually suggest we undress around this point, and this often takes place with more kissing and fondling, and various parties helping each other out of our clothes before we move on to more intimate acts. This can be something of a "to-do" list, where our man is keen to make sure what he does with one of us he does with the other, though of course, that is subject to our preferences. So while both Claire and I will willingly take your cock - almost always hard by this point! - into our mouths, and our double blow job (where we both nibble, lick and envelop your penis in warm, wet mouths is always on offer), because Claire has her own preferences the only mouth you will get to fill with your hot cum is mine. I hope that is OK with you..?

We both fuck - covered, of course! - and if your recovery time is short enough, or the booking time is long enough, you are very welcome - in fact, encouraged! - to come with each of us. One of the more prolific gentlemen we met managed three ejaculations in an hour (my mouth, Claire's pussy and finally over our tits). In hindsight, it might have been better to go the other way round, as his first orgasm was by far the most productive and most of it was in my tummy before he realised it; judging by what I had to swallow it would have decorated our breasts quite spectacularly!

Another caller on a shorter visit opted for something slightly different, making me sit to one side and watch as he made love to Claire. He insisted on me looking into his eyes as he fucked Claire in a missionary position, hardly saying a word. I was expecting him to suggest a swap, but he didn't. After about twenty minutes of gentle but deep fucking with her he started moving faster then they both came quite noisily, at pretty much the same time. The only time he wasn't looking at me was when he closed his eyes at the end and concentrated on thrusting deeper into my girlfriend. It was a strangely erotic experience for me, and something about the enthusiastic way he kissed me and felt my boobs as he was leaving suggested it was something rather special to him too, but I guess I'll have to wait for a follow-up session with him to find out more. If you were the next caller and you wondered why I made a joke of elbowing Claire out of the way and making sure I got you into my body quickly now you know why!

Unfortunately, Curvy Claire doesn’t live in the North West, so we don’t get together as often as I’d like, but I have a couple of other lovely mature girlfriends – Sexy.Sam and Melody BJ who live locally. You can see their Adultwork profiles at the bottom right-hand side of my profile page.

Stay horny

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Sunday, March 10th 2019
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Pleasure in Plastic and Wellies
Happy Weekend everyone!

Hope you're having a good one.

My latest photos are very appropriate for this nasty wet weather we're having. I know that there are certain people who just love the look and feel of plastic, rubber, latex etc

It’s tempting to shrug and say "it takes all sorts", but even after being involved in many aspects of human sexual behaviour over more years than I care to remember things crop up from time to time that kind of surprises me. I was visiting a male friend a couple of weeks back, just before I went to stay with my lovely friend Curvy Claire for a few days. We've met quite a few times and I thought I knew him quite well, but it turned out things weren't quite as predictable as I thought!

He had a glass of chilled white wine waiting for me - he certainly knows me well enough to get that bit right! - and we were settling down side by side on the sofa enjoying that delicious sense of anticipation you get when you're both eager for it but someone has yet to make the first move. I know he quite likes this game where we drink each other's wine, so I suggested that. It's quite easy, he takes a mouthful of wine, then passes it to me in a kiss. Then, depending on how we feel, I might kiss it back to him and he'll drink it, or he'll take it from me and give it back and then I'll drink it from him and so on. There is scope for forfeits for getting it wrong, and plenty of opportunities to put hands on bodily parts and feel each other up, so it's a fun sort of drinking game.

We had drained a glass each, and he was topping us up from the bottle when, mostly to make some suggestive small talk as I took my skirt off, I picked up my mobile and asked him what he thought of a photo set I was working on. that came from a fan request. I flicked through the album to get the one that I wanted, then passed the phone over to him. The picture is one of this set and it showed me clad in a strip of bubble wrap, the plastic wound around my torso, over the top of some lingerie of which I was very fond. I have to say I thought the photo really didn't do me or the suspender belt any favours, but I thought I could ask for a second opinion. He looked at it, considered it quite closely, then started talking about how he quite liked the effect, though of course I had put too much bubble wrap on and you couldn't really see my breasts clearly enough.

I was intrigued by his reaction, and also a little intrigued by my reaction because I could see he was giving it more attention than I thought he would, and that little hint of novelty made me feel a little more aroused. I suggested he work through the photos, in case there were any others he really liked. I had fewer clothes in the later bubble wrap ones, and I was pleased to see his interest level in me rising, reflected in the usual way! He paused at one point and asked what I had on my feet.

"Wellies," I answered, "I know they aren't exactly black leather thigh boots, but some men like them."
"Mmm," was all he said, but I could tell there was a hint of interest in that little noise! I took the phone back and flicked my finger over the screen, again and again, murmuring as I did that maybe he should start at the beginning of the album. I passed the phone back to him.
"Voilà - Singing in the Rain!"
He looked stunned, then turned towards me.
"Did you have a guy there with you when you did these photos, Lorna?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"I have no idea why, but these are such a turn on."
"I didn't know you were into rainwear!" I was perhaps a little flippant about it, looking back.
"Neither did I," he said, "but... I don't suppose you have it with you, do you?"
"Sorry, no, I don't. Just me I'm afraid!"
He must have been distracted because he missed his cue to say something complimentary, so I punched him on the upper arm!
"Sorry, Lorna. It's just I'd love to fuck you in that outfit!"
I could see the bulge in his trousers, so I couldn't get too angry. Instead, I asked him to describe the effect the photos had on him, while I unzipped him and started to give him some of my legendary hand stimuli.

"Well, there's the kind of shiny part of things. There are plastics that are a bit shinier and stickier, you know, the tactile element. I think that is part of it."
"Go on," I said, my hand settling into a nice rhythm on his cock. He kissed me, nice and deep, and I felt a little gasp as we broke apart for air. Hell, he was getting close this early? I pressed him for details. "Tell me more."
"I'd like to experience the stickiness on my fingers while I feel your tits," he said, "you know how much I...". I nodded. I did. I reached across and picked up the glasses. We each gulped about half of the glass, then remembered we had been swapping. We did another wine kiss, filling our mouths then swapping the contents. I felt his hands on my breasts as we both swallowed a mixture of our glasses.

"I'd like to see you in a shower in that outfit," he ventured. I thought perhaps the wine was making him a bit more adventurous.
"I'd like to sit you into my lap, and slide my cock inside you, Lorna Blu."
"Mmm," I just confined myself to that noise, because although it was turning me on, I was aware of something else that was making its presence felt. It was a fluke, really, that I phrased the question way I did.
"And if a call of nature had to be heeded?"
"You mean if you had to pee?"
I nodded, smiling.
"I'd tell you to do it on me."
"On you? On your cock, you mean?" I knew it happened, but I wouldn't have thought it of him...
"On my cock. On my belly. Chest even. I'd love that, all over..." his voice tailed off. I was getting quite turned on by this, even though I wouldn't normally. I had to follow up on the way his voice had tailed off.
"So, all over...?"
I left the question hanging there, my tone of voice telling him I expected an answer.
"You mean face, yes? Yes." He gulped. It was my turn to tip-toe to the next level.
"By face, you mean...?"
"Mouth? Yes. Yes, I would. You could do it there. I'd love you to do it there, Lorna."
I was looking right into his eyes. He meant it. the stiffness of his cock told me that too. We both knew there was a question I had to ask. So I did. Leading him to the inevitable conclusion.
"And...?"
"Drink it? Swallow? Yes. Yes, I would do that. I would want to do that. I would do that now if I could."
I saw him checking inside his head, as if making sure then, with a trembling hand, he passed me his empty glass.
"Please, Lorna?"
I took the glass from him. That fuck was the most memorable for a long time!

Sweet kisses,

Stay horny

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Saturday, March 2nd 2019
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Sex in the Office
Hello my horny friends,

I should have known it was asking for trouble, but at the time it seemed such a good idea!
The problem I am about to describe had two - well, causes is, I suppose, the right term to use - but there is an element of tempting fate along the way.
Cause number one was a problem with my computer, a problem that happened probably a few months back. My life isn't all one long round of sex, sex, sex, you know (though that is actually closer to the mark than you might think!) because I do need to spend a lot of time editing photos and recording and editing film clips for this site and a couple of others.

Video editing isn't my favourite task but a situation cropped up where I had a deadline to meet if I was going to post an update and no computer to do a video edit on. I really don't like to let updates slip and I pride myself in keeping my web presence as up to date as I can. With my video editing computer out of action, I had little choice but to install the software on my business PC and do the editing there. It took a few days for my other machine to be fixed, so by the time normal service was resumed, there were quite a few clips and photographs on there. So that was cause number one.
Cause number two was in a way related to cause number one! I have a business to run and that means I have to do the dull, boring things that many small businesses do. It's another aspect of sex work that isn't quite as glamorous as you might think. I know you can get more software to do this, but I like keeping the books up to date even less than I do the video editing, so it made sense to get someone local in to drop by every now and again to keep my accounts and stuff in order. So I asked around and interviewed a few people before settling on the obvious candidate - local, able to spare the time, flexible. There was one fly in the ointment, however, and it came down to this - we got on really well from the start, and before long we had a nicely flirtatious workplace. The only trouble was it was obvious we fancied each other!

The two causes came together one Thursday just after the new year. I had an email from an internet company asking for payment. It is something I would leave for John, but then I noticed that it was a reminder. Even so, I wasn't that bothered, but I realised I hadn't heard anything from John since he came in early that morning. He had just shut himself into his office and was beavering away. Or so I thought! I could hear some signs of life in his room, and then a kind of grunting noise. I opened the door gingerly and saw that far from paying invoices, John was staring at the screen quite intently. I was a little angry that he was browsing YouTube when he should be concentrating on my VAT, but I came into the room carefully, not paying much attention to what was onscreen.

"John, have you gone through those invoices I gave you?"
"Ah, sorry, I was just watching, this, er..." He started rearranging the windows on the computer, bringing a spreadsheet to the front of the display.
"Can't you wait for your own time to do that?" I said, in a slightly stern tone of voice, "I'm paying you to do accounts, John, not to..."
Just at that point, there came the unmistakable sound of a woman sighing her way to orgasm mixed with the "slap, slap, slap" of a guy pounding into her pussy. And more to the point, the voice muttering "oh yes, give it to me, fuck me" was clearly my own! John had been working through the library of naughty material he had found on the computer!

There was no way on Earth that either of us could claim "it's not what it looks like" - John had been poring over video of me on the receiving end of a bloody good seeing to, and I was partly to blame for leaving the material there for him to find, though not intentionally. More to the point, I remembered the filming session as being a particularly good one, and the memory of it, coupled with the fact that it had clearly got him hard for me, started to get me more aroused than I should be. I couldn't blame him for fancying me any more than I could blame myself for fancying him, and right then I found the combination of guilty little boy with an erection that I knew I had given him was just too tempting.

"It's almost eleven o'clock, John", I said, "maybe we should...take a little time out?"
I smoothed down my leather skirt, put my hand on his shoulder, and waited to see how he would react. My heart was beating quite fast, as he reached out and stroked the inside of my thigh, his hand pausing as he felt the bare flesh that told him he wasn't dealing with tights. He looked into my eyes as he touched me there. I felt a flash of irritation as if the bastard was expecting me to ask him to carry on, then the naughty devil Lorna in me leaned over and kissed him hard. As my tongue went in his mouth he seemed to wake up a little, and his fingers started to stroke the bulge of my pussy lips through the warm, moist gusset of my panties.

He left the video playing while we moved to the other side of his workplace, dividing his time between watching the clip and squeezing my tits as I unzipped his trousers. Partially undressed, I knelt in front of him and savoured the heat and taste of a new cock in my mouth. He grew harder, then harder still as I lifted out my mature breasts, pulling them over the cups of my bra to make them jut appealingly. On another day I might have contented myself sucking and stroking him into anointing them with hot gobbets of his sperm, but today I wanted fucking and I wanted John to do it.
"I want your spunk in my pussy," I purred, "but before you put it there I want to know I'm not the only one in this office who gives head."

I lost my panties as quickly as I could, then balanced myself on the edge of the desk, hoping that the tiny points of the stiletto heels I was wearing would hold. Within seconds his head was between my thighs, his arms wrapped about my thighs, pressing his face and his tongue deep into me. He was good and I felt myself starting the climb, then there was a slight pause and his finger was moving inside me, probing and teasing wickedly as his tongue worked on me. I gave a little shudder and moan as I had my first climax, then John stripped, and slid a cock that was every bit as naked inside me.
He moved slowly at first, pushing hard in, moving and rotating slightly as buried himself, trying to rub at my groin. I felt the tension rising again, and moaned at each thrust, hearing the moist noises as he moved in me. I wanted to keep things going for as long as I could, so I asked if he wanted me to bend over, so he could fuck me from behind. He didn't actually say anything, but he clearly had no complaints. I bent over the desktop, then felt him slip inside. Immediately it was as if he had changed up a gear as he started to fuck me harder and deeper, and within seconds I was moaning at each powerful thrust.
"Ah yes, fuck me! Oh, that's so nice..." It doesn't look like much written down, but believe me, it was a very satisfying few minutes, even if the words leave a bit to be desired! I was close now, and drove proceedings along, moving to and fro to make sure I orgasmed once more before he did. I managed it too, giving a high grunt as I came, then whispered how I wanted his spunk inside me. I don't know if it was the movement, the words, or the thought that his boss could be such a dirty cow when the mood took her, but as I was coming down I felt the rhythm of his movements change and the warm flood of semen pumping into me.

I slowed down, blowing slightly from the effort, then stood back against the desk, smiling at him as he looked at me. I think I must have been looking to scandalise him a little, because I made him watch me as I fingered myself, then licked my hands clean of the mixture of silvery grey sperm and clear, clingy pussy juice, not once but twice, smiling as I swallowed the mix of our sex juices.

We hardly spoke as we got dressed again afterwards, and lunchtime, when it came, was remarkably normal bearing in mind what had taken place only a couple of hours beforehand. But I noticed when he packed his stuff up to leave at the end of the day that he took away a memory stick - "for backup purposes", he claimed! And I left him with the thought that if he was a little happier about showing his face, maybe one day he would appear in some of my videos, not just wank over them. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad appointment after all!

You’ll love the video I’ve made of this scenario

Love Lorna Blu xxx


Monday, February 25th 2019
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School Days
Hello my horny friends,

I’m back home after my Norfolk and London Tour with Curvy Claire. It was so much fun, and very busy, but there’s no place like home (and my own comfy bed!).

You’ll be wondering about the schoolgirl look, well read on ….

"So, Sean," I said, lifting a meatball to my mouth and devouring it in a rather unladylike fashion, "what is it about schoolgirls that gets you all revved up?"
I deliberately let a little a little of the glossy juices from the pork and beef mixture dribble down my chin as I spoke. I was hoping to provoke a reaction, but perhaps not the one I got. As he chewed his way through one of the delightfully spicy meatballs, he blinked once, looked me in the eye and answered
"It's not so much schoolgirls, Lorna. It's 'schoolgirl', singular. To be precise, you."
I swallowed slowly and carefully - but then I always do! - and wondered how we should proceed from there. We both knew it would be bed, and not for sleeping. Not at first, anyway. But making the most of the situation - that was the tricky bit.

I am starting this half-way through really, so let me take you back a step and give you the bigger picture. Sean and I are good friends and have been for years. In fact, we were an item for quite a while, so we made pretty good lovers too, back in a time when both our lives got a little complicated and we rather sought solace in bed. These days we have gone our separate ways, but we keep in touch in perhaps the nicest way possible - there are no emotional strings, but instead a good sense of liking each other and a terrific understanding of each other's sexual fancies, so I really look forward to our get-togethers. Unfortunately with my rather unusual lifestyle and Sean's domestic setup they aren't all that frequent. But then again perhaps that keeps them special. Anyway, that is the background, let's get back to this particular evening.
I drove over to his place with a schoolgirl outfit in my bag and a number of questions in my mind. I like to please so I wanted this to go really well, but I wasn't sure what kind of scenario he might have in mind. In the end, I decided I'd just ask up front. With that clear in my mind, I parked up and knocked at his door ready to concentrate on the next important item - cooking our evening meal! Sean welcomed me at the door with an affectionate kiss and a glass of white. We chatted, but only briefly, because a little to Sean's surprise I led him through to the kitchen, with a plan for making the preparation of my spaghetti meatball a little more interesting than the Delia Smith version.

You see, thanks to a minor offence Sean had committed that went against the rules of an ongoing sex game we play, he had to pay a forfeit. I had decided on the way over that he would have to finger me until I decided I had enough. I was quite pleased with my choice of punishment (and to be fair, so was he), but then I went and broke another rule, which meant I owed Sean a forfeit too. He thought about it for a moment, then decided we'd go ahead with the fingering, but now he could call a halt when he wanted to as well. The outcome of this was that he spent most of the preparation pressed up close behind me, with his fingers moving skilfully inside my knickers, but any time I got close to coming he would stop and let me cool down a little.

It was intensely frustrating the first time, but the fourth? I tried to hide it, but the bastard knew me too well and took his fingers out each time just as I felt the glow building. By the time the bell went to indicate the pasta was ready there was almost as much warm, savoury liquid in my panties as the salty water I tipped down the sink. I was in a state of high sexual tension as we sat down to eat, which is why I was trying to get my own back and trip him up with my schoolgirl question. When it didn't work I sat and thought a moment. His "schoolgirl - singular" remark and the way he had finger-fucked me to the edge of orgasm meant he had one thing in mind - getting me to test my limits - and the annoying and arousing thing was I was just in the frame of mind to let the bastard do it. We finished the meal quickly, both of us eager to get the meatballs out of the way and move on to the main course.

So, there I was in my schoolgirl outfit, on Sean's sofa. We both just agreed without discussing it that the sofa was more appropriate. White cotton blouse, skirt, sensible sock, sensible shoes, a black and white banded necktie. The schoolgirl blouse was struggling under the demands of the braless mature woman wearing it, and the black cotton panties were a little damper than they should have been, owing to the fact that the guy sitting next to me had got me horny as hell and eager to be fucked. But even so, I wasn't going to rush into anything just yet. I always enjoyed Sean as a lover and I wanted to savour what was going to happen next.

We smiled, a little hesitantly, and I asked him,
"So, Sean, am I a little innocent schoolgirl tonight?"

I closed my eyes and leaned across a bit, pouting slightly. He took the cue and leaned in as well. Our lips touched. He waited a moment, then his mouth fitted over mine and he pushed towards me. I felt his tongue trying. I resisted a while, then reluctantly let his tongue into my mouth. After a few seconds I pulled back, and whispered seductively,
"Do you want to take my virginity? Do you want to be the man I will always remember as the first to " - I hesitated before daring to say rude word - "to fuck me?"

I put my head down a little and batted my eyelids at him, and his face cracked into a smile.

"No, though I'd have liked to have been! Actually, being the next to fuck you is pretty good as far as I'm concerned."

I banished coy Lorna and became much more tarty, breathing in to emphasise what a fine set of tits could be his if he wanted.

"Ah, in which case, perhaps I could be another sort of schoolgirl. You could be in the fifth year, and one day after school you get lucky with the sixth-former who is the school slut?"
"How does that work, then?" he asked.

Wordlessly I took his hand and lifted it to my blouse, clasping it to make sure his inexperienced fingers had a firm hold on the swell of my breast. When I was sure it would stay there I took my hand away and cradled his head close to my face. We looked into each other's eyes from about four inches away, then I kissed him, holding his head so he couldn't pull away as I pushed my tongue as far into his throat as I could manage.

"Do you like that? Do you like my tits? Would you like to see them?"
I put my hand in his lap. His cock was hard. I massaged the tent that was forming in his trousers.

"We can go round the back of the co-op if you like. I'll take my top off and let you play with my tits. Would you like that?"
I continued squeezing and pressing his cock.

"I thought you might be too young for that but you're not, are you? Your cock's really hard. Would you let me see it?"
I unzipped him, looking into his eyes, playing the role of a girl at the same time sluttish and knowing and yet still so immature.
"Can I put it in my mouth? Did you know girls do that? Some girls, anyway. I do."
I leaned over and put the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking hard but to the point of unpleasantness.
"Only thing is you must let me know if you're going to finish. I want to see it. I don't mind seeing it but I down want it in my mouth. Everyone said they would tell me but they all did it anyway. I had to swallow it quickly to get rid of the flavour."
"Everyone?" he said, not quite as much into the role play.
"Yeah. Six so far. All of them did it in my mouth. First one was on a bus, he was twenty-two. I did it with two of my friends watching. I do it because it's quick and it means they don't ask me for anything else. My Mum won't let me go on the pill so I can't let them do anything else. One guy wanted to come on my tits so I let him."

I'm not quite sure where my idea of what sluttish school girls might say came from - when I was a schoolgirl I was nothing like that! But I noticed that this approach seemed to be more to Sean's liking. I stroked his cock.
"Do you fancy me? I really fancy you. I think maybe if you want, we could do it here. Would you like that?"
There was a slight hardening to his cock, and I decided that was the route to take.

"Would you like to put it in me, then? If I just lay back, and pull my panties to the side..." I did exactly that and waited as he adjusted his position.
"Are you sure you want to do this - put it in me? Only you don't seem all that keen! Have you ever done it before?"

I acted the part a little, taking hold of his penis and gently rubbing it against my lips, savouring the feel of the warmth just there. I held my breath a little, eased the tip just inside me then waited for him to do his bit. The rotten sod kept me waiting even so, but then relented and entered me. I made a silent "O" with my mouth, then he started to move. Slow, languidly, gentle movements at first that were barely there but that gradually grew so that the whole length was sliding in and out of me in a slow but intensely pleasurable rhythm. I started to breathe heavily. By now this was not part of the role play!

"Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me like that. Oh, deeper."
It could hardly have been a novelty, after all, we had lived together for quite a while, but there was still something quite erotic in the way that the role play had taken this cock that I knew so well and turned it into something different, something arousing. I heard the gentle rhythmic slap of his crutch banging into me and I felt myself starting to climb, quite quickly. I put it down to the foreplay at the cooker.

"Oh God, make me come. Make me come soon."
That bit was adult Lorna speaking. I needed the orgasm he had teased me with all night. I felt him moving faster inside me and knew he must be close too. I suddenly had a slight feeling of anxiety, as if we were racing to climax and he might get there first. He smiled and thrust deeper, right into me, and I was sure I was there. I closed my eyes and arched my back, pushing my breasts into his chest. It may have been the slight friction of his shirt against my sensitive nipples, but as soon as I stuck my tits out I felt myself starting to come. Quickly I grabbed his head and pulled it close, finishing my performance as a sluttish student by putting as much of my tongue as I could down his throat and hooking my feet together behind his bum, pulling him into me as he started to shoot. I glowed as he pushed deep into, jetting a bit more sperm into me with every lovely thrust.

I chuckled as he lay on me utterly spent, then slowly pulled out, a drip from his half-erect cock forming a little slimy trail on the inside of my thigh. Back to mature Lorna, I scolded him a little.
"You do realise she told you she wasn't on the pill? That's another teenage pregnancy you've probably caused there! That's unless I can do something about this..."

He grinned as I moved my hand inside myself, playing with the puddle of semen that was draining to the outside world, then holding up my fingers complete with their covering of sperm and pussy juice. He watched, fascinated as I waggled them before delicately transferring the mixture to my lips and sucking them clean. I dipped my fingers again, this time holding them up to his mouth. I smiled as he shook his head, then licked them clean, before once more putting my fingers into my pussy. I closed my eyes as I went deeper this time, and he shook his head once more.
"Fucking hell, Lorna. Remind me. Why was it we split up again"

Big Kiss,

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Saturday, February 9th 2019
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An Errant Maid
Hello everyone!

I'll be away touring in Norfolk and London next weekend and the following week - I won't have time to post a blog, so I'd like to wish you all a happy Valentines day (hope it involves lots of Nookie! I know mine will!).

I remember receiving a Valentine's card a few years back. It showed a close-up photo of a refined looking lady sitting in an armchair, apparently studying a seriously large textbook. The caption on the outside read "They say with age comes wisdom". When I opened it up I nearly wet myself. The caption on the inside said, "Well, I say bollocks to that!" The prim and proper lady as she appeared on the outside was shown, in the inside of the card to be half-way through her second bottle of wine, while the clothes she was wearing were far less respectable and the textbook was only there to disguise the fact she was enjoying a calendar of undressed young firemen with their helmets on display.

I really identified with that card - something about the "live life to the full" side of it appealed to me, I think! - and I was reminded of it very recently when I was asked to go to the assistance of a gentleman friend of mine.

Now in many ways, Steve is a treasure, but he's not the tidiest of persons! I wasn't too surprised to get a text from him one Friday lunchtime asking if I could do him a favour and clean his place up a little during the afternoon. He mentioned a particularly nice bottle of red as a trade-off, and knowing him as I do I knew it would be well worth my while. Reading between the lines as I drove over I decided he might be thinking of bringing someone back that night, so I suppose I was in a slightly sexual frame of mind to begin with.

I should perhaps have twigged just after I got through the front door. He has a key that he keeps hidden for emergencies, and the first thing I saw when I stepped into the flat was a clothes hanger with a note on it that read "We don't want you getting your clothes messy, now do we? S"
Looking back on it now I was distracted, wondering about his date for the evening. His ex and I were quite close friends before they divorced, and I was trying to decide if I should say anything to her. I changed into the maid outfit without really thinking about things such as why it was there, and how did he know my size, and began picking up clothes and clutter.

I had moved on to sweeping the kitchen floor when I saw on the sideboard there was a rather nice open bottle of white with one of those preserving stoppers in the top. I know how fussy he is about that kind of thing, so I was sure it would be going down the plughole when he got back that evening. I decided I needed a treat after dealing with the layer of breadcrumbs that had built up around his toaster, so I helped myself to a glass and carried on.

The next stop was his workroom, a mixture of spare bedroom and office. Among other things he does freelance graphics and copywriting, so I knew he'd treated himself to a Mac a few months beforehand. What I didn't know was that it wasn't all work and no play! I was tidying up some letters and a couple of pens on his desk when I happened to nudge the table a little. It must have been the mouse moving that did it, but the screen came alive to a display of a video playback set on pause. I almost didn't notice at first, because what was on the screen was more or less the view of the room I had from where I was standing. The only thing that was different was the hair and naked right shoulder of the woman tantalisingly out of shot. Curiosity got the better of me, so I moved the mouse pointer over and unclicked the pause button.

It was Ellen, his ex-wife. There was no doubt about it. She was smiling into the camera, dancing gently, and completely nude, save for the red high heels. It felt slightly odd to be seeing her so... uninhibited, but I'd always thought she had the sort of body that could tempt me off the straight and narrow. Slowly I sat down and watched her perform for the cameraman. I assumed it was Steve, then wondered if I was watching an event that was grounds for the divorce.

'So, what did you do then?'
The voice from the video was clearly Steve. Ellen smiled before replying flirtatiously.

'Oh, nothing much. A bit of a drunken kiss.'

That sounded like Ellen, I thought, she'd done much the same with me one tipsy Christmas.

'Did she like it?'

'I think so. She opened her mouth, anyway.'

My heart began beating faster. Ellen swayed a little closer to the camera. Or was it Steve swaying? His next question seemed to have a slight tremble in it.

'And did you?'
'Tongue? No. I bet I could have though. She did "accidentally" touch my tit.'

Too many points of coincidence. They had to be talking about me.

'Mmm… Sounds hot. I wish I'd been there to see it! What happened next?'

I knew just what happened next. I had often replayed it in my mind.

'So, Lorna's looking that little bit startled, but she's obviously hot for me. So I just looked her straight in the eye, counted to five, then spread my fingers and took hold of her right breast. And squeezed. Just so she knew that wasn't an accident.'

'Mmm... You lucky cow! I'd love to tit her up. Always wanted to! How did she feel?'

'Well, to begin with, natural. Nicely heavy. And responsive.'

'Really?' There was the sound of a zip on the video at this point. Ellen smiled wickedly.

'Is he coming out to play, then?'

At the bottom of the shot, a large circumcised cock came into view.

'What do you think?'

Ellen took hold of Steve's cock, and began to pump it slowly, before continuing.

'Where was I? Oh yes, responsive. I mean I know she had a bra on, but I could feel her nipple. She was up for it. And so was I.'

Steve was moaning even before Ellen's mouth closed over his cock. Almost as if they belonged to someone else I felt my fingers stealing under the hem of my skirt. No panties to get in the way. I normally start off slowly when I masturbate, but under the circumstances, I didn't have to. There was almost no resistance as I slid my middle finger right into my wetness and began to rub.

There were no words now, but there didn't need to be. I could hear my hand working. In the background, the sighs and breathing told me of the couple's pleasure, punctuated by the gentle slaps of wet mouth on stiff cock. Ellen's head came up. She gave another naughty smile as she looked into the camera.

'Want me to set you up with her?'

'Mmm...'
'Is that a yes mmm or a no mmm? It would have to be a threesome...'

'Fuck, yes.'

I could tell he would have signed his life away to have me at that point. I felt myself getting close.

'I'd have to have her first, of course. You could watch...then fuck her. She likes it doggy, I think!'

She put him back into her mouth, took him deep. His hands took hold of her head and pulled it closer. There were gagging, coughing, wet sounds as she went deeper still. Her lips came to rest at the root of his cock as he moaned. I saw her eyebrows furrow slightly and knew that he was coming into her throat.

Coming into her but thinking of me. I came. Hard. I closed my eyes and arched my back.

'What the hell is going on here?'

I opened my eyes, expecting to see a change of the scene on the video. What I saw instead was Steve, his mobile out in front of him, filming me. I felt my mouth drop open as he took my hand and led me to the armchair, pausing only to set the mobile on a stand, with a grandstand view of what happened next. I was across his lap in seconds, my skirt lifted to reveal my stocking tops and the plump cheeks of my bottom. I don't know how many slaps fell on my arse, but with each one that did I felt the twitch of a hard cock eager for me below me and the growing rosy hue behind me.

Wordlessly, breathing heavily, I stood up and took the three paces I needed to get myself to the bed. I bent over and pushed my arse back up towards him. He was there in a flash, unzipped, clean. Hard. He knelt slightly, putting the tip of his cock against me, and as soon as I felt him there I pushed back and he went straight in, buried inside me up to the root. He moved frantically. I knew he wouldn't last long and maybe a dozen thrusts later he was coming. I pushed back and squeezed him, milking him. Half a dozen jets of cum shot up into me, coating the cock that he slowly pulled out of me.

When we got our breath back the story came out. He confessed to the setup; looking back it was once coincidence after another and I should have seen it before, but I wasn't complaining. I asked how he knew when to burst in on me.

'Webcam,' was all he said, pointing to a tiny black dot at the top edge of the monitor. He was waiting nearby, watching the feed on his mobile. It turned out he had always fancied me, but didn't know how to approach me. Then he found the footage from his rather tempestuous marriage, and it give him the idea of the carefully pre-planned chance encounter. I'm not sure we'll be meeting that regularly, but at least he found an innovative way to break the ice with me!

I got the wine as promised, and I also get to keep the maid outfit, apparently. (I wonder if that's to make sure any ladies that do come back to the flat don't find it!) so, I might keep that on standby for a gentleman who appreciates a cleaning lady with a difference. I did drop a hint about the threesome that Ellen had mentioned in the video, but he shook his head a little sadly. It didn't look as if there would be a reconciliation in the near future. Pity. I would have liked to be seduced by her! Still, who said it had to be a threesome?

Stay Horny

Big Kisses XXX

Lorna Blu


Friday, February 1st 2019
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Lorna and the fetish fan - a webcam session story
Hello Everyone,

I don't know how things have been in your neck of the woods over the last few days, but the weather seems to be taking a turn for the colder where I hang my suspender belt! Ice, snow and some driving freezing winds all add up to good reasons not to venture out too far from home. Fortunately, there is more than one way that Ms Blu can enhance your sex life!
Let me illustrate this with a story involving one of my favourite young gentleman. He is a guy I shall call David because he reminds me of a singer from a few years back. We have met a couple of times, and I know he has a thing about underwear, panties in particular. Now I like to keep my eyes and ears open when I'm meeting a guy, as there are often subtle - and indeed, not-so-subtle - hints as to the kind of thing that pushes his buttons. It is often the case that I can work those things into that meeting - or perhaps a later one - in a way that makes it much more satisfying. At an earlier meeting with David we spent a fair bit of time with our heads between each other's legs. I must say I had no complaints about this, as he was really skilled and gave me a couple of very sweet oral orgasms, so it only seemed fair to return the favour.
I was sitting by David's side, leaning across his lap and giving his very nice circumcised cock some of my popular warm, slow and unbelievably wet fellatio. His cock was clean and fresh in my mouth, and I was going at it very deliberately, because I wanted to reward this guy by letting him give me the biggest mouthful of sperm he could. He was moaning and whispering my name, so I reckoned I was doing something right! His right arm reached around and over my waist, with his hand cupping and kneading my buttock through the white cotton panties that I was wearing. I squirmed a little, squishing my tits into his leg because I know from another of my male friends that the feel of my braless breasts pressing into a man's thigh is a major component of the whole Lorna cock-sucking experience.
I suppose I should have seen it coming (!) because as I sensed David getting close I mischievously lifted my mouth from his cock and mentioned to him that I had been thinking of wearing silk panties for this meeting and asking if I should do that next time? I dropped my head down and took him back between my lips, when all of a sudden the hand that wasn't getting better acquainted with my peachy bottom was placed over the top of my head, and without warning he lifted his hips a little causing me to gag slightly, just as he started to come.

I was aware of his fingertips pressing into my bum cheek as he shot what seemed like pints of cum to the back of my throat. I had entertained thoughts of rolling it around my mouth for him, then swallowing it, but given the circumstances, the best way of not drowning in it seemed to be to swallow fast and swallow often! After a seconds the jest got less intense and his hand came away, so I lifted my head (keeping my lips round the head of his cock, I know many of you like that!) and felt the end of his ejaculation as more of a gentle ooze of sperm into my mouth. I looked up and made sure he saw it there before swallowing, then basically congratulated him on shooting so much into my throat.

"Was it the mention of the silk panties?" I asked, and saw a twitch in his cock that told me that without doubt that played a part. (Though obviously the fact that he had just been sucked to orgasm by a specialist will have been a factor too!) He nodded, then strangely changed the subject to say something else - how the outfit I had on reminded him of a woman who worked in his office, a certain Miss Cooper. It was clear from the description of her that he fancied her, but didn't obviously didn't want to do anything that might be inappropriate. I filed that bit of information away along with the effect of my mention of the panties.

We arranged to meet up again a couple of weeks later, and I planned my "personal assistant" wardrobe specifically to it in with the ideas I had got from the previous meeting. Unfortunately, just as I was getting ready to set off I received a text from him, to say that he was going to have visitors right at the scheduled moment, and could we postpone? Well, I had been looking forward to some more of his oral attentions, so I was a little disappointed, but then I asked if he had enough time to get on his laptop? He said he did, so I went up to my den and set up for a video chat. I made sure I had things ready, with plenty of light and the microphone placed just so, then waited for his call to come through.

He didn't put his camera on, but I could hear his breathing - and various other noises! - as I sat down for him in front of my camera. He started apologising again, and I just smiled and told him that was alright, and that he was just to sit back and watch. I told him to imagine that he was in his office and that I had just been buzzed in to see him. Next, I started to undress, but no to take clothes off, just undoing them so he could see my naked skin through the gaps in my clothes and underwear. I told him how I would be in his office, posing, making myself available, but keeping on the underwear which so obviously turned him on. It began to turn me on as well, so I twisted the webcam round to give a view across my desk, between my stocking clad legs, with my juicy tits jutting out over the top of my polka-dot blouse.
I set to, slowly sliding my fingers between my legs, pushing the skirt up so he could see the shiny black panties, then lifting them delicately to one side so I could slide fingers inside myself. Over the sound of my breathing growing faster I heard him unzip, then the rhythmic sound of him taking himself in hand. I told him how he could watch me, but he was not to touch, then slowly and deliberately brought myself to the verge of climax. Just as I was about to come I knocked on the table with my other hand and stopped playing with myself.
'I wonder who that is?' I said, then as he wondered what on earth I was up to I called out 'Come in!'
I waited a second, then said, as if I could see past him, 'Ah, it's Miss Cooper. I did say if she popped by she could watch us masturbating together. Is that alright, David?'
From the sound of his breathing restarting faster than before it was fine by him. I started to move my hand again and felt the onset of a lovely orgasm. Just one thing to make it extra-special,
'Ah, David, I'm almost there. I want you to do something for me, my darling! I want you to stand between my legs and look into Miss Cooper's eyes. Can you do that for me?'
'Christ, yes, aaah!'
Ah good! So he was close too.
'Is she still watching, David? Is it turning her on?'
This time there was no answer other than the increasingly rapid breathing. Just one little extra touch,
'Give it to me David. Give me your spunk. Shoot it onto my pussy, spray your spunk onto my black silk panties while she watches you do it!'
There was a kind of groan from David, as what I knew must be a huge load shot out at the far end of the webcam link, and the knowledge of how much he had just pumped out of his balls and the fantasy we both shared of his young colleague watching us pushed me over the edge too. I smiled into the camera as I shoved two fingers inside and came powerfully myself.
There was a hurried "thank you!" down the line and then he was gone. I guess his visitors must have shown up! I let my breathing drop back to normal before I took my hand away, and wondered if there was anything I could possibly do to make our next get-together even better. I decided perhaps I could call in one of my swinger friends to act as Miss Cooper. Now there's a thought!

Hope you enjoy the video and photos that to go with this tale

Love and Kisses,

Lorna xxx
Wednesday, January 23rd 2019
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In the Mood
Hello my horny friends,

Hope you're managing to keep warm this freezing January.

Life imitates art, and sometimes art imitates life as well. Not that I think what happened towards the end of last year would count as art, exactly, but it definitely played a part!
In this photoset, I am wearing what one of my male friends refers to as my Andrews Sisters outfit, after the female singing stars of World War 2. Not that he was complaining, he was at pains to point out, it was more the overall effect. We're still on speaking terms you'll be pleased to hear, which I guess is a combination of my being a forgiving sort of girl and him knowing what side his bread is buttered. And as it happens World War 2 leads neatly into this little anecdote!
So, to set the scene, it was heading into autumn - the nights still quite light, and that summer heat not entirely gone. A nearby town was organising a 1940s festival. As you can probably tell, I do like an excuse to dress up, so I was really looking forward to it. Come the evening - well, late afternoon - I had parked up and was walking towards the main sources of a noise made up of a mixture of some authentic-looking old military vehicles taking turns to rev up their engines and a local big band doing their best Glenn Miller impersonation.
Just then disaster struck! I stood to one side to let a young couple pushing a baby buggy pass me, when I felt something pricking my leg. I looked down to see their child waving one of those old-fashioned windmill toys. Hardly a danger to me, but my nylons...! Sure enough, there was a large ladder in a very prominent position on the outside of my thigh. It took the shine off my visit instantly, to the point that I almost felt like packing up and going home there and then, but I decided a brief visit to the bar - especially at their happy hour of 1945 prices - might throw up some kind of a solution. At so it turned out...
I was making inroads into a large gin and tonic when I saw Marty. I have to say I have known Marty quite a while or more properly known his wife, Margaret. I'd sometimes see him when he was dropping Margaret off or picking her up from some of the social things we had in common. He was always very pleasant, but just a little stand-offish, though I could never shake the thought that there was a little flicker of interest in his eyes. If his eyes were any good he might well have caught a little flicker of interest in mine, because I found him quite interesting, though not in a way I could put my finger on. Anyway, I saw him across the bar and smiled, and was a little excited to see him make his way towards me.
'Hello, Lorna, how are you keeping?'
'All the better for this,' I said, jiggling my G&T in his face, 'I have had a bit of a disaster on the costume front.'
'Oh, that's a shame,' he said, 'Can I buy you a drink and take your mind off it?'
'I very rarely say no, you know.' I said and felt instantly as if I was in a seaside postcard with him and felt a little embarrassed. He raised his eyebrows.
'Best not let Margaret hear you saying that,' he said, 'she's convinced you've got the hots for me.'
Now he seemed to be a little embarrassed, and the thought crossed my mind that perhaps this wasn't his first visit to the bar. I really didn't know what to say to that, so I just said 'Oh, really?' trying to give nothing away. He muttered something indistinct, and something told me that they had "had words". I took a careful sip of gin and watched Marty ordering the drinks.
'Can I have a gin and tonic for Lorna here, and..., oh sod it, I'll have one as well.'
The barman smiled and turned towards the optics, at which point Marty changed his mind and called out 'Could you make mine a large one?'
'If he can't manage it can I have a go?'
I don't know what prompted me to say that, but I had to stifle a little giggle as I did. I saw the back of Marty's neck reddening slightly, and wondered what he would make of my brazen flirting. He turned, looking a little upset at first, then brightened up a little as the drinks arrived. He passed mine across and we chinked glasses. I decided to let him take the lead.
'So, what is this costume failure that has driven you to drink?'
'I've laddered a stocking. Badly. I'm not sure whether to go home and get a new pair on, or just go home. I thought I'd hang around here and just soak up the atmosphere, with my leg up against the bar. The main downside is it does make me look a little like a lady of easy virtue.'
He seemed to cough at that but collected himself enough to put on his best cockney accent, and whisper spiv-like in my ear,
'If it's nylons you're after lady, perhaps I can help you out.'
He carefully opened his coat to reveal packets of stockings stashed in the lining. It was my turn to cough into a drink with surprise, as I stifled the broadest grin I'd had all day.
'That's brilliant! Can I buy a pair? I have...' - a quick look in my purse - 'about one and seven pence here.'
I have no idea why both of us had dropped into this silly roleplay, but it seemed so appropriate. Looking side to side to make sure nobody saw us, he slipped a packet into my hand below the level of the bar. I drained my first glass.
'Wait here. I'm going to the ladies to change. Won't be long!'
He winked, and I trotted off. Five minutes later, immensely pleased that my legs were back to their stocking-clad best, I returned to the bar smiling and kissed him on the cheek
'Marty, you're a darling! However, can I repay you?'
He muttered something about it being OK, then blushed again. I let my smile drift away just a little, then looked him straight in the eye, so he would know I was being serious.
'I could always pay you in kind, you know.'
He blushed and said nothing. I was conscious of my heart beating a little harder.
'I mean it. I went into an empty room my mistake when I was on the way back from the ladies. Nobody would see.'
I could see what looked an awful lot like a man fighting with his conscience. I waited a little, then made his mind up for him.
'Margaret would never know.'
He exhaled, his conscience beaten down.
'Where?'
'Follow me.'
We walk from the bar, separate enough to not appear too suspicious, close enough for him not to lose sight of where I've gone. Thankfully nobody sees us and the door is unlocked; even more thankfully there is a key in the lock on the inside. He sees it and turns it, and we are alone in the gloom, knowing we are about to make love. I have no idea why but I really want this guy right now. I know he must feel the same. He moves close to me, puts his hands on my upper arms and kisses me on the forehead.
'Oh Christ, Lorna, if you only knew how I...'
'I knew, Marty, Why didn't you..?'
He holds up his left hand, the gold shining in what little there is of the light. I nod a little nervously and he kisses me again, this time on the cheek.
'We probably shouldn't be too long,' I say, 'if Margaret is looking for you. We can do it on that table if you want but I may need another pair of stockings and I'll have to pay you for those. It could take a bit of time!'
I try to make a joke of it, but he is still nervous.
'You OK?' He nods.
'Can I just kiss you?'
'Of course! Hold on a mo -' I have enough tissues to get rid of my lipstick '- there.'
Our mouths come together. Of course, he is taller than me so of course my head goes back and of course my chest moves forward a little. I'm waiting for him to take hold of one or both of them, but for some reason, even the kiss isn't quite there yet. He is silent for a few seconds, then whispers into the top of my head.
'Can I ask you to do something for me?'
'That's the reason I'm here, Marty. What do you want?'
'Will you...kiss me?'
I've heard much stranger requests.
'Of course! Now, or...?'
'Please...would you put my hand on your...'
I find it sweet that he's asking for permission, though a little frustrated that a little urge that I have right now is going to remain unfulfilled. I take his hand, kiss his fingertips, then transfer it to my left breast. He holds me delicately, then I put a hand behind his neck and pull him down close, then hold him there as I put my tongue in his mouth. His grip on my breast tightens as I do; I ease off with the kiss and his hand loosens.
'Would you like me to suck you?'
He shakes his head. Maybe he thinks he's staying true to his marriage vows this way or something. I decide he's not getting off scot-free though; I open his spiv coat and unbutton the fly on his trousers, sending my hand inside in to retrieve its contents. I wouldn't have been surprised to find him flaccid, but the fact is I have difficulty pulling a cock that size through the gap I have managed to unbutton. I give his cock a couple of pumps and he moans. I'm tempted to join him as I'd love to have that length inside me.
'Is it OK if I make you come, Marty?' He nods.
'Please...can you...can you put your tongue in my mouth while you do it?'
'Of course!' I smile and pull his head down to stick my tongue as far into his mouth as I can. It's the nearest either of us is going to get to a fuck, it seems. I roll it around the inside of his mouth, probing every part, and simultaneously give him one of those patented Lorna hand jobs. He won't last a minute, I decide. Seconds later his hand tightens on my breast, I kiss deeper, and with a muffled grunt I feel the warm juice oozing over my fingers as they work, droplets falling onto my foot. I end the kiss, but move my hand more slowly, milking the last drops from him into the dust on the floor.
'Christ, Lorna, ten years I've been wanting you, ten years I've wanted to say...'
I put my finger - from the clean hand! - to his lips, and shush him, before he does a Frank Sinatra impersonation and says something stupid.
'Well, now you have said,' I say. 'You can say again if you like. And don't worry about Margaret. I won't tell her, you won't tell her. I kind of specialise in little secrets, and this can be one of them.'
I kiss him again, tactfully, and we make sure everything that is supposed to be buttoned or done up really is, before I unlock the door and release him. I tell him not to lose touch, that there can be more of the same later if he wants, then watch as he scuttles off to make sure Margaret isn't wondering where he is. I wait a few seconds in case, then make a trip to the ladies.
When I emerge I hear the would-be Glen Miller band is playing "In the Mood" outside, and I really am. I head back to the bar, a woman on a mission, in pristine stockings. I'm sure I'll be able to find someone to admire them. And maybe even mess them up!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Wednesday, January 16th 2019
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Lornas Lottery
Hello everyone!

I do like to have an idea of what a gentleman friend finds appealing so that I can dress - and act - accordingly and there are no unpleasant surprises for either of us. But Mark had been quite secretive, other than stipulating that I should wear something black and shiny for our hotel room rendezvous and that he had something that he hoped would be of interest to me. He greeted me at the door, led me to the chair and invited me to sit down. He remained standing.

"So, Mark. What is it you have in mind for me?"
"I like the jacket," he said, "leather is always a favourite."
"Mmm. Quite a few think that. But if you like, underneath it..."
I unzipped the jacket and took it off. He took it from me, and as he did I noticed he did so without touching me, but that he seemed to make a deliberate attempt not to.
"Do you like the satin look then, Mark?"
"Very much. And the bare arms..."
His voice trailed off. He seemed to pull himself together, and take a breath. He must have rehearsed what he said next.
"So, my idea for you is this. You - dressed like that. Exactly like that would be brilliant, but anything similar would do. Might even be better. OK? The next thing is the furniture."
"Furniture?"
"Yes, furniture. Specifically the chair. It needs to slope quite a lot, angle. This chair is a bit too vertical, really. Could you sort of sit forward on it and lean back, maybe?"

I was puzzled but did as I was asked. He squatted next to me, inspecting my face and chest from close to then, once he was satisfied with the view, he stood up. He pushed his groin forward, his crotch inches from the swell of my right breast. I lifted my hand to touch him, but he turned away a little. Odd.
"Yes, I think this will work. Excellent!" He smiled, took another breath, then launched into the next part of his speech.
"So, you will come into the room, dressed like that. There will be a chair there, obviously different to the chair we have today, but we will sort that. And the men will be waiting here, in a queue. Depending on the number of men we may need a bigger room, perhaps hire a place where they are used to adult goings-on, a sex club maybe?"
He turned to me. I was baffled, so I just nodded. He nodded once, smiled, and went on.
"So we hire a room, we sort the chair, we've got the men. And we've got this."

He walked to the table and picked up a tablet. He pressed a button, then held it up for me to see. He had a short video clip. I saw a few seconds of a machine, a few seconds of a shallow wooden box with rows of multicoloured ping-pong balls in it, then a clip of the machine in action, the balls bouncing inside its round metal cage. As I watched a column rose from below the cage, carrying a ball to the top.
"A lottery machine?"
"Exactly! A lottery machine."
"How does the lottery machine fit in?"
He smiled broadly.
"I'll come to that!"
He put the tablet down, then turned on his heel, in a slightly camp manner, with his index finger in the air.
"So, guy number one comes up to you, one side or the other, depending on whether he is right-handed or left-handed. We can have cameras on both sides so we won't miss anything either way. He masturbates over you and comes on you. Legs, body, face - wherever."
"Not face."
"Not face?"
"Not hair is the main thing, but nobody's aim is that good! Not face is easier. He can come on my tits all he wants, but not face."
"Not face." He thought. "OK. So, guy number one comes up, masturbates, comes on your body or legs, but not the face. If he manages that, we give him a ball."
"A ball?"
"A lottery ball. But strictly no touching you! He must come on you, in the permitted areas and if he does that without touching you in any way, he gets a ball."
"A ball."
"A ball. Then he stands aside, guy number two steps up. Same thing. Comes on you, gets a ball. Guy number three, same thing. And so on."
"OK, that bit I can understand, I think. Twenty guys? My tits are going to look a soggy mess."
"That's the idea, that's the effect I'm aiming for. If you'll pardon the pun."
"So these twenty guys wank over me, and when they do they get a lottery ball as a souvenir?"
"Ah now, no. That is for stage two."
"Stage Two?"
"Stage Two. By this stage we will have a lot of footage, you looking pristine and desirable, we'll have twenty separate come shots, the best ones we'll do in slow motion, showing you getting your satin breasts absolutely drenched in these guys' sperm. Then we turn the machine on. Oh wait, I forgot the bonus balls."
"Bonus balls?"
"Bonus balls. For the kinkier guys. The kinkier guys in the room and at home. Any guy that wants to can lick some of the sperm off you. He has to take some away, and if he does he gets a bonus ball. Some people love to see a guy licking up sperm."
If you say so, I thought to myself, but then I decided it might be quite novel. He seemed to be lost in thought, so I coughed and said, "the machine?"
"Oh yes, the machine. So all the balls go in, the bonus balls too, and the machine does its stuff and picks a winner. We might do it in reverse, get all the balls out of the machine and the last one left in is the winner. We could call it 'Lorna's Lotto'."
"And the winner gets...?" I prompted.
"Oh, to fuck you. He's the only one who does."
"I see. Let me see if I've got this straight. I hire a room, we get a chair. You turn up with your machine, we advertise for twenty or however many guys..."
"At say a tenner a go"
"...they come along, wank over me, we film all the cumshots, then the winner gets to fuck me. Do we film that too?"
"I don't see why not."
"So we film it all and put out the edited highlights."
"In a nutshell. There are one or two technical aspects to check out, of course..."
"Namely?"
"Well, we do need to check how well sperm stands out on your clothes..."
"How do you propose to, oh I see..." He was unzipping before I could get the question out. He presented a hard, neat, circumcised erection to my lips, and took hold of my left breast, kneading my flesh."
"I thought you said no touching?"
"That is them. This is different. Now don't distract me, I have to pull out before I come and make sure it all goes on your chest."
He came in buckets, and took lots of photos "for use later on." I'll bet!

It’s a novel idea, but I still can't decide whether I should do it or not. What do you think?

Love Lorna xxx


Thursday, January 10th 2019
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Lorna The Landlady (A role-play Tale)
Hi Everyone,

I met a gentleman recently who told me about a formative experience in his youth in a rather interesting way! He initially emailed me about it but didn't want to go into too much detail, other than to say it was an incident from when he was growing up. Now as you know, I really enjoy role-play, but I have certain principles when it comes down to age play, which is basically - nothing that is illegal and nothing that makes me feel uneasy. But it became clear this chap did not fall into that category. Which is how I found myself at his place not so long ago and helped him to re-enact his fantasy.
After a bit of chit-chat, I asked him if we couldn't continue our conversation somewhere more comfortable, perhaps somewhere with a bed? He agreed but checked first that I had brought the outfit he had requested. I told him I had. He was very pleased at that, but then said could I give him a few minutes, then follow him into the guest bedroom. It seemed an odd sort of request, but some men are reluctant to make love on the bed they share with their wife, some are paranoid about stray jewellery or underwear and so on, so as I'm eager to please I said yes. I went into the bathroom, checked I was lovely and fresh, and that the combination of top and bra was as per specification. I counted to ten, then opened the bedroom door.
It was difficult to see in the gloom, but from under a duvet, I heard a muffled voice asking me to leave the light off for now and just stand by the bed. He then began to tell me his story.
For complicated family reasons that I won't go into, as an adolescent, he had to spend the night with a family friend. The family friend in question ran a pub, and it seems she was in her early thirties, at a time when he was mid-teens. What with one thing and another he obviously fancied her and was particularly taken with the low cut pink top and black bra she had on this particular day. His story was very vague on where the barmaid's other half was at the time but went into great detail about how seriously she treated him as they had tea, and how her attention to him made him feel good. After tea he helped with the washing up, he washing while she dried, in the rather small kitchen she had.
At one point a Pyrex bowl had to go on a high shelf and telling him "Don't make me drop this, it's the only one I've got" she stretched up and lifted it gently up towards the shelf. This involved her standing quite close behind him, and he felt the softness of her large breasts pressing into his shoulders as she stood on tiptoes. The effect was very predictable! He breathed in sharply, and she gasped a little and said: "don't move, I just need to push it a bit more." Pressing the bowl with her right hand she slid it into position on the shelf. "Just need to make sure it's safe," she said, then stood completely still for a few agonising seconds, surely far longer than the situation called for.
He hardly dared breathe, and then he felt the pressure lessen as she came down off her toes, and carried on drying. He noticed that she was not quite so ready to meet his gaze or chat as before and wondered what he might have done wrong. But then the atmosphere returned a bit more to normal until she announced she had to go downstairs and open up, but she would come back up to make sure he was OK later on.
This story obviously takes place a long time before, because there were only a handful of channels on the TV, and none of them was anything he wanted to watch, so after a couple of hours of unhappy viewing, he decided to have an early night. He went to bed, dozed, then at some point in the night awoke, sleepy and thinking of Jane and the washing up. Thinking back to the Pyrex dish incident made him hard once more in the dark, quiet room.
"I had had erections before," he told me from beneath the duvet, "but I was fairly innocent about sex. I mean, I knew some parts of the principles from biology lessons, but at an all-boys school, so the practical side of things was a bit of a mystery. I lay there dozing, the bedroom just lit from a streetlight outside and thought back to Jane (the landlady) and what she had done. So when I felt myself stiffening, I thought I ought to get it out of my pyjamas. For some reason I kept hold of it, enjoying the sensation, then for a reason I still don't know I began stroking. After a few moments, I felt this strange sensation, as if my legs had been taken over, and I felt my hips move. I was a bit baffled, so I stopped. I just whispered her name, "Jane", then said it again. It was if I was trying it out for when I was her lover, and I started rubbing again. After a few seconds, the strange movement started again."
By this stage, I could see the duvet moving, as he re-enacted the scenario. A light went on in my mind, but I stayed where I was. After a pause he continued, his voice a little strained now.
"I said her name once more, then decided I would carry on rubbing. The urge to move got stronger and stronger, and then I felt this intense sensation low in my body and I found myself going rigid and then relaxing, as my hips had a life of their own. I came in buckets, but with the way I was lying most of it wound up on my stomach and pyjama top, but there must have been some on the bedclothes. I was a little groggy after my first ever orgasm, but I distinctly heard a soft gasp, then the sound of Jane trying to leave the bedroom as quietly as she could, pulling the door shut behind her. I can only assume she had closed the pub, come upstairs, and been thinking of possibly doing something, but had come to her senses and left."
I gulped a little. Curious, I asked him, "So...did you?"
"The next morning I got up, dressed and went into the kitchen. She was standing over the sink washing her breakfast things, turned to look at me and said "Good morning. Sleep alright? I smiled, then walked over behind her, as if I was putting the Pyrex bowl away. Except I didn't, I just stood there, breathing onto her neck, then trembling I reached round in front of her and took hold of her tits. She stood there a couple of seconds, obviously allowing it but equally obviously uneasy, then she called me a naughty boy and twisted away. She just put a bowl of porridge on the table and asked if I wanted tea or coffee. I felt awkward but happy as I slowly ate my breakfast before heading off to school. I left on good terms; I tried to kiss her goodbye on the lips and she called me a naughty boy, but she had her hands on my waist and said: "You know if you were a few years older..." But of course I wasn't, and by the time I was and could go into pubs she had moved away. So....'

His voice trailed off a little. I gave a little gasp, then turned on the bedside lamp and lifted the duvet. He turned to look at me, eyes roving over my face and full breasts, as Jane purred in her best low, seductive voice,
"What are you doing, you naughty boy? I have to wash those sheets you know! Besides I can think of some much better places to put all that lovely juice..."

Hugs and kisses,

Lorna Blu

Friday, January 4th 2019
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Marigold Climax
Hello Everyone,

It always surprises me how quickly things return to normal after the hubbub of the Festive Season.

The turn of the year is often a time to look in two directions - a glance backwards, to reflect on what has gone before, combined with a forward look at what is to come. Rather than getting all philosophical with you - for a reason, I will explain shortly! - I decided my two directions would involve sex. Any complaints? :-)

My backwards look is a nice housewife retro image, with just a hint of a kinky nature. A guy I was dating a few years back came by unexpectedly early when I was tidying my place for what I hoped would be a nicely dirty weekend with him. I was still in what I called my "little woman", housewife style getup. I planned to slip into something more seductive in time for the dinner I was cooking, but as it was there was something about the mix of my broad white waistband and my nicely full breasts that got the better of him, and before we even got down to dinner he was slipping into me! (I say slipping, he has a nicely circumcised six incher that makes up in girth what it might lack in extreme length, so there was probably more stretching than slipping.) Still, we had a highly enjoyable weekend. If I remember rightly we enjoyed ourselves six times, including one time where I rubbed him to a climax over my tits while wearing my marigolds - divinely sticky!

So that was my looking back - with a hint of nostalgia. And the looking forward? You might notice I have a particularly naughty glint in my eye as I take a well-shaped bottle into a place where hair products don't usually go. And the reason for that? I asked Mr Marigolds if he'd like to take some pictures for me (after all I was busy with the housework!). About twenty seconds after he'd taken that final shot he was stretching me once more...

Stay horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx




  

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