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Monday, September 9th 2019
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Overnighters!
Hello Guys (... and maybe girls too),

Because I have been getting more bookings of a certain type recently, I thought I would dedicate this blog post to one particular subject.

Overnighters!

Overnighters can be intensely pleasurable experiences for both of us, but they don't just happen, so let me mention a few tips that can make for a night to remember!

First impressions really do count, so please set things off on the right footing by being clean and nicely presented when we meet. You don't have to go to extremes such as renting a tuxedo, but If we're going out for a meal or a drink as part of the evening, think of it as a date that you want to go well and dress accordingly. Of course it can be very pleasant to share a shower or bath with a lover, but it's still nice to meet someone who is already scrubbed and prepped!

I remember one occasion when for some reason I was feeling particularly amorous and the guy I was seeing opened the door in clothes that were neat and freshly put on and wearing a scent that just hit the spot for me. I sensed he was a little did shy unsure about how to progress, so I did something that was quite unusual for me - I took the lead with him, just to break the ice.

I asked him when the restaurant was booked for and he told me about twenty minutes.

'Perfect!' I said, then led him to the sofa and sat down next to him, then I told him I'd love him to kiss me. But I did set conditions.

'You can tongue kiss me as much as you want,' I said, 'but only after you've squeezed my tits enough.'

With that I took his hands and put them on my chest, then pushed towards him so he could see and feel my flesh bulging between his fingers. I closed my eyes and moaned slightly, squirming into his hands, then put my mouth over his and waited. But not for long! It was not the most subtle French kiss I have ever had, but at the time it felt divine. I lost no time in unzipping him, then gently worked my fingers into his open fly and stroked his cock. He started trying to undress me, but I told him we had plenty of time for that later, and that just for starters I was going to make him come in my hand.
He was nicely turned on too, so it didn't take too long. I do like rubbing a man just enough to bring him off, but gently. It got nicely intense for him, and I loved the way his spunk flowed over my hand as he came. I teasingly licked my fingers clean, and asked him what he thought of the starter.

'We'll have the main course after we've eaten,' I told him, wiping the last trail of spunk from his cock with my middle finger and kissing it dry. I feel a little guilty looking back on it now, but I kept the poor guy all fired up throughout a lovely meal. He could hardly keep his hands to himself as we walked back to the car, and back at the house he practically jumped on me as the door closed behind us. He wasn't the only one who was worked up though, which was probably just as well, because it meant when he backed me up against the wall in his hallway and pulled my panties to one side he found I was hot and ready for him. He slipped inside easily and took me there and then, pumping his load into me within a couple of minutes of frantic, hard sex that made me come almost instantly. Things settled down a little after our first fuck, but were still pretty good by our third the following morning!

Which leads me on to another very important thing - I am not nocturnal! Although you have me with you overnight I will need to sleep at some point! I don't make hard and fast rules on this, but just because you have nothing on the next day please don't assume the same applies to me! I remember a night in a hotel in Cornwall with a guy who worked in the movie industry and was on location there. Having basically smuggled me into the hotel under the noses of his film crew, we shared a delightful room service dinner, under cover of going through some script revisions. After dessert we kissed and played with each other before he bent me over the double bed and took me from behind. I got very wet and very worked up by his lovemaking skills, to the point where even though it's not normally a service I offer, when he stopped part way through, pulled out of my pussy and placed the tip of his cock in between my bum cheeks and asked, innocently "May I?", I just pushed back onto him and felt myself stretching as he slid into me.

I don't always come that way, but with some gentle, impeccable hand work to help me along he definitely hit the spot! I knew he was trying hard not to be found out, so I then end I pushed my face into a pillow to try and stifle the cries I was making as he made me orgasm. I was still tingling when he groaned, pulled out and soaked the cheeks of my arse with his hot, thick come.

I thought we might spend the rest of the night at it like rabbits, but it seemed he was quite happy for us just to lie there naked together and it was lovely! We chatted for a little, kissing and fondling as we did, then just seemed to drifted off to sleep. Which is fine by me as well, there is something very satisfying about actually sleeping with someone when you sleep with someone.

I think I must have been feeling a little naughty, though, because as the morning sun started peeping in through the blinds I woke with loving on my mind. I rolled away from him as he slept, then doing my very best not to disturb him I slid under the duvet in search of breakfast!

I could hear the sound of gentle snoring as I put my head on his thigh. Being under the duvet made things darker, but I had a very good idea where my target was located! I could smell my pussy juice on his flesh, and once I got my face in the right position I opened my mouth and found I could taste it too. I didn't move my head at first, instead gently tightening and loosening my lips around the head of his cock, listening to the sound of his even breathing as his penis grew larger and firmer in my mouth.

When he was properly hard I began to lick him, then to move my head. I heard the rhythm of his breathing change and thought perhaps he was dreaming about getting a blow job. I wondered if it would be possible to get him to ejaculate while he was still asleep when I felt his hands move round the back of my head and press it down, forcing the head of his cock to the back of my throat and making me gag a little as he came. He called out as he did, giving a loud moan as his juice went down my throat. So much for secrecy, I thought, he should have tried the pillow trick! But it was still a lovely night, even if I did have to keep my head down while leaving!

So, to sum up, be polite, presentable and remember I need my beauty sleep and you're three-quarters of the way to making it a night to remember for both of us! And if anybody would like to help me find out if it's possible to wake a woman up with an oral orgasm (hint, hint, Mr Movie man!), I am open to offers!

Have a great week, and don't forget to check out the new photos from my London Tour ... PVC Thigh Boots - you'll love them!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx

Sunday, August 25th 2019
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Watch with Lorna
Hello All,

I recently had a lovely 'double delight' session with my good friend Pippa, so I thought I'd tell you about it, in particular the subject of 'watching'.

We were both dressed to the nines - at least in terms of our lingerie! - when we knocked at the hotel room door of a guy I'll call Martin. While he's not exactly a regular, I've met him a handful of times before, though this was the first time I've done a threesome with him.

He opened the door with a warm smiling welcome, but what I thought might be an undercurrent of nerves. I introduced Pippa to Martin and he took her hand and kissed it, in a slightly silly but still lovely gesture. We had a little chit-chat, then I sat down to slip into something a little more comfortable. Well, OK, I sat down to get a little undressed.

Martin seemed a bit reluctant to broach the subject, but then said he would like to take things a bit slower, seeing as there were three of us this time, and that he was happy to extend our time a little, if that was alright with us? Now this is something I can't always do, and with Pippa there as well I thought the same might apply to her. Fortunately neither of us was in a great rush, and with that out of the way Martin relaxed and got a lot less tense.

'The thing is,' he said, 'I do get aroused by the idea of watching, or being watched. Would you be OK indulging me?'

Neither of us had any objections with that, so to begin with all three of us sat on the bed, fully clothed, with Martin in the middle. He turned to me first.

'Is it OK if I ask Pippa to suck me off?'

It seemed odd for him to ask me before he asked the lady in question, but although Pippa did ask if she got some say in the matter, you could tell she was only teasing.

Now I have been involved in quite a few threesomes in my time, but there really was something slightly different in this, with us not being naked for starters. Martin and Pippa kissed, then she slowly unzipped his trousers and seductively dropped her pretty blonde head into his groin. Martin winked at me, then he closed his eyes and shuddered a little, and I knew that meant Pippa had closed her lips around his erection. She hardly moved at first, and with a little smile I looked into Martin's eyes as my girlfriend busied herself on him.

'Do you want me to be here,' I said, 'or am I watching without you knowing?'

He didn't answer directly, kind of blowing me a kiss instead. I took that as a sign that he "knew I was there"; the only thing I wondered if Pippa was supposed to know if I was there. A broad grin broke across Martin's face as he answered that question for me.

'Christ, she's good', he said, 'I like the way she does it like you do, Lorna. Lots of mouth but not too much tooth action, a good, soft mouth.'

(The last time I heard of anything in connection with a soft mouth it was a retriever gundog, but I knew what he meant!)

'Oh God, yes. I do like the way you do that, Pippa. Please don't stop!'

I could see him getting more excited. That was about the time he started to talk to me about her, again almost as if she wasn't there.

'Lorna, do you reckon she'd let me come in her mouth? I do love it when a woman does that.'

'Er...'

I didn't really know what to say, and with Pippa's mouth very much occupied with Martin's manhood, I didn't think there was any way of finding out that wouldn't spoil the moment! Then I saw a movement in his groin. and realised it was Pippa moving her hands slightly to give a thumbs-up gesture.

'I'm sure she'd be delighted to,' I said, as my girlfriend's head moved in his lap, 'are you ready to give her it now?'

That must have been just the right thing to say then! He grunted, laid his hand flat on her shoulder blade, and pressed his crotch upwards. As I say, I had met Martin a few times before, and experience suggested she was getting a proper mouthful of come from the guy! She waited until he had relaxed a little, before lifting her head to show the silvery trail that was dripping over her lower lip. I saw her tongue moving, and guessed she was trying to track down any escapee semen to take back into her mouth, and though I couldn't see clearly I did see the look of sheer lust on Martin's face as she swallowed his load.

'I hope you've left some for me!' I said, mischievously, leaving it to them to work out who should have been doing the leaving! I looked into Martin's open zipper and saw light grey boxer shorts. It gave me an idea.

'Your turn to watch, Pippa,' I said, 'I hope you like this!'

I tucked his penis back into his boxers, then unbuckled his trousers and slid them down to his ankles. So now we were still in the same line, Martin in the middle, me on one side of him and Pippa on the other, fresh from her blow job.

'I hope you like kissing,' I said to Martin, then turned my face to him and opened my mouth. He didn't need telling twice and we tongue-kissed, sedately at first, then deeper and deeper. Once I was sure we were up and running, I put my hand into the fly on his boxers and took hold of his cock. He was half-erect, and I started gently stroking him back to full hardness. I glanced across at Pippa and whispered conspiratorially,

'I think Martin is a little reluctant to touch me. Can you put his hands on my body for him, just to show it's OK?'

Pippa knows how to tease, and reached around my back to place his right arm on my shoulder, just like he had done to her a few moments before.

'That's nice,' I said, 'but I don't want my front to miss out!'

She looked pointedly at me, then turned to Martin.

'Is it OK if I put your hand on Lorna's boob?' she said, following it up with 'I promise not to touch her.'

He nodded, and she took hold of his right hand at the wrist, used her free hand to splay his fingers slightly, then guided it to sink into the flesh of my breast.

'Oh, that looks good,' she said, 'I think she's got lovely tits, I just wish I was feeling them!'

'All in good time,' came the response from Martin in between very passionate French kisses, 'All in good time!'

My stroking had sped up as we went on, and I could tell he was close to coming a second time. I blew a kiss at Pippa, and nodded to her to indicate she should watch what was happening down there.

'Go on, wank that cock!' she said, far less ladylike than she normally is, 'Make the bastard spunk!'

I don't know if she viewed it as some kind of revenge for being forced to drink him earlier, but she looked on with fascination as my fingers worked their magic on him.

'Do you want to hear a very naughty idea?' I whispered to him, 'just imagine me on my hands and knees, you behind me, taking me doggy, and Pippa face up underneath me, licking my clit as you fuck me. Then, just as you're about to come up me, you pull out and slip into Pippa's warm mouth to come...'

He moaned. I nodded to Pippa to look down again, and she watched in fascination as he came inside his pants, a dark stain appearing and then spreading where his cock made a tentpole in his boxers. I saw him looking at Pippa, as Pippa looked in turn at me, slightly surprised to see me wet my fingers in the goo and transfer some to my lips.

'Mmm,' said Pippa, 'Nice handjob! I loved watching you make him come like that! Now, any chance of a fuck for a girl here?'

'Not from me!' said Martin, glancing down at a cock red raw from two very creamy orgasms inside thirty minutes, 'Not for a little time, anyway, while I get my strength back. If you want one, you'll just have to do it yourselves, ladies. I'm quite happy to watch this one!'

Which is how we found ourselves being watched by Martin as Pippa and I kissed, fondled, licked, fingered and eventually double-end dildo fucked ourselves to three very satisfactory lesbian orgasms, while Martin got his strength back.

Luckily for you he was happy to operate a camera while we did, but unfortunately for you the camera got put to one side when he got down to the serious business of fucking the pair of us. But I'm sure you can imagine what a hot an juicy time was had by all!

Enjoy the lovely weather and have a great BH weekend!

Love Lorna xxx

Friday, August 9th 2019
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First Impressions on a four-poster
Hello everyone,

This is a short and sweet tale (actually the guy I am going to tell you about keeps calling me that, so it seems appropriate!). There's a bit of role playing in this as well.

To begin with this guy Mark had been in touch with me on and off for a few months. At one stage I did wonder whether he really did have intentions of meeting up with me, or just used our contacts as a way of getting himself off. It turned out it was a bit of both, but before I got round to filing him in my "timewaster" category, a message popped up one day asking what I was doing at the end of the month, followed by a completed booking form and even part of the booking fee up front. I was still a little unsure if he would follow through, but the date was available, there was a hotel booking reference and I figured the money he had sent me would pay for my petrol and a drink or two at the bar, so I decided to give it a go.

The date came around and so I set off, arriving mid-afternoon. The room number and the booking name matched up, they gave me a room key and off I toddled. I had just got through the door when I got a text from Mark telling me he'd be along in an hour or so and I should just settle in. I sent one back telling him the room was great, and that I was planning to take advantage of the four-poster bed to do some naughty photos in my new posh lingerie. Back

'Perfect! Please keep them on - I would love you to be in them when I see you for the first time.'

I was particularly pleased with the bra because of the little diagonal decorative strap, a touch that I know one or two of you find very appealing, so I set about my solo posing. I did the photos you see here, turning over in my mind what kind of man was going to walk through the door and wondering what he might want to do with me. I rather lost myself in the moment, and was a little startled when the door opened and Mark came in. (It was just after I had taken off the bra and was playing with the little sheer wrap, if you want to know!)

Mark was nicely attractive with a lovely head of soft hair, a little taller than me, and very friendly-looking, but when I went to get up and greet him he asked if I wouldn't mind just staying on the bed. He explained that he had a very specific idea in mind for the start of the meeting and he hoped it would be as good for me as he clearly thought it was going to be for him! He asked me to stretch out on the bed, carrying on with the sort of provocative poses, and said he wanted to ask me some questions, that I didn't have to answer them, but he would like it very much if I did. I kind of shrugged and said I would give it a go, and he grinned, took off his jacket, then stood next to the bed and unzipped his pants.

I reached out to touch him but was a little surprised when he stepped back a little, and said 'Not now, Lorna, if that’s OK?' I thought perhaps I had done something to upset him, but when he reached into his fly and pulled out a very impressive-looking erection I knew I couldn't have upset him that much! He asked me to lie back, pose with my legs open, and just answer his questions as accurately as I could, while he stood next to me. It probably reads like a really unusual job interview, which is certainly what it felt like to me!

I won't give all the questions (and certainly not all the answers!), but I'll mention a few of them. I should say that he was masturbating as he asked me these questions, and he got more excited by some of the answers than others. I have jumbled up the order a little here, just to keep things fair!

He asked me if I thought of myself as more dominant than submissive, if I had slept with women as well as men, and which I preferred. He then asked specifically about sleeping with people, that is being in bed with them and not having sex. (This seemed to get him going a little more, something I filed away for later on!) He asked me if I smoked, if I swallowed, if I enjoyed anal sex, if I had had group sex, had I tried bukkake and if so did I like it? Could I tie him up, would I let him tie me up? Had I ever peed on a man or a woman, would I let a man or a woman pee on me. What were my thoughts on taking it in the mouth?

(At one point he asked me a couple of questions about some rather more extreme things that I'm sure would get a person locked up. I think he was asking these for effect, he never mentioned them again afterwards and, for the record, no I wouldn't!)

He was breathing heavily now, obviously getting very turned on. I was probably looking a little sluttish, partly because I was getting rather turned on myself. His next questions were to ask if it was OK to come on me, and if I had any preferences where he should do it. I glanced down at my boobs and so did he, so I guessed he was happy to do it there (he wouldn't be the only one!) He nodded, then asked me to "offer them up to me please, Lorna."

I wasn't too sure what he meant, but when I put my hands underneath and lifted them towards him slightly he moaned, took aim at my heart and let fly!

I have seen a very few men come quite spectacularly. This wasn't quite up with the biggest loads I have ever taken, but he certainly did himself proud! Most of it went on my tits, of course, and he turned to and fro as if he was machine-gunning me with his juice, spattering my boobs, soaking my cleavage and spilling onto my nipples. He got some on my face, some in my hair and a little on my stomach (I think he was trying to get to my pussy lips, but the well was running a little dry by this point!)

I laid there, liberally sprayed with his cum, while he inspected his handiwork (if you'll pardon the pun!) As if he had suddenly remembered his original plan, he dipped his fingers into the large puddle of grey that had collected on my breastbone, scooped as much as he could onto his fingertips, then offered them to me to lick. He did this three or four times - the first actual physical contact we had shared - then put his hand onto my chest, took hold of each boob in turn and smeared his goo across my chest, leaning across me and as he did so and giving me a surprisingly delicate, deep tongue kiss.

'Pleased to meet you at last!' he said softly.

'I kind of gathered that!' I said, looking down at my cum-covered tits and chest.

'Dinner?' he queried, utterly unfazed by the fact he had just unloaded over a woman he met barely ten minutes beforehand.

'That would be nice,' I said, trying to remain similarly offhand, 'is it OK if I...freshen up a little?'

He smiled broadly, saying 'Of course! Sorry, I was distracted. I've always wanted to do that, and I've wanted to meet you for ages...the chance to do both things... I'll be a bit more normal now, I promise. It's just … It was so fantastic!'

I smiled back at him - he really was rather sweet, in his way - and said 'I aim to please!' Then unable to resist the pun, said, 'and next time would you aim too, please!' gesturing at my sticky chin.

'Oh, don't worry,' he said, 'next time will be a lot more... conventional.' And so it was, we wined, dined and chatted in the hotel restaurant, before returning to our four poster, where he fucked me quite conventionally - and quite delightfully too! - three times before we fell asleep in each other’s arms. And then the following day...but that is another story!

You'll love the moody exotic photos which go with this photo set.

Have a great Weekend!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx



Wednesday, July 31st 2019
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Lorna's Dirty Bathtime
Hello Everyone,

One thing I know from very pleasant experience is that introducing variety to your sex life is a wonderfully satisfying experience. Sometimes it can be tricky to organise, but the results are often so worthwhile!

There is a lot to be said for urgent sex, the kind where the guy takes control and drives the encounter the way he wants it, but only if it ticks boxes for me as well. I think of it as me wanting to be ravished, but having to be in the mood for being ravished. "Wham, bang, thank you ma'am" is ok, as long as I've said "please" first, if you see what I mean! For instance, I have a younger friend named Paul who is very good at urgent sex (now that he understands my rules!) and from time to time his rather unsubtle pounding is just what I want. But it depends so much on my being in the right frame of mind...

Getting in the mood for satisfying sex is so important! For instance this photoset is taken from my leisurely preparation one day for an afternoon meeting with Peter. Now I can't tell you too much about Peter, not even his real name, as Mrs Peter is apparently the rather jealous type, but as luck would have it the two of them recently made a visit to a nearby city known for its shopping experience. Some subtle, secret messaging took place; Mrs Peter and her girlfriends duly hit the High Street and Peter decided he would visit a couple of bars and to see if the football was on in any of them. What do you think were the chances he would finish up in the hotel I had booked that day?

I knew this hotel stipulated afternoon check-ins, so my pre-Peter pampering had to take place at home. I knew from his messages that he was what you might call the "old school" type, so I chose my undergarments to titillate and arouse him, thinking of his reaction as each part of me was revealed to his gaze in turn. Satisfied with my choices, I carefully removed them, stripping down to climb into a scented bath. As I lay in the warm water something about the idea of being intimate with the considerate stranger whose messages had told me just how much he was looking forward to gentle, affectionate love-making with me really got to me. I don't masturbate every time I get into a bath (unlike someone I know who tells me his morning showers nearly always feature me in some way or other!), but in this instance, I told myself that the orgasm I was about to give myself would nicely take the edge off my lust and leave me just nicely turned on for me meeting with Peter. I should have know, when I found myself pushing three fingers inside and using my other hand to help out, that I was perhaps a little randier than I thought!

Fast forward to the afternoon, where I am sitting in the hotel bar, and a polite cough introduces Peter to my table. He is tall, distinguished looking, and very gentlemanly in his manner. I don't know whether it is his approach, or left-over sensations from my bathtime, but I am not exactly at my ladylike best! Don't get me wrong, the conversation is very enjoyable, but this is one of those occasions when less is more. He is quite happy to stick to just the one drink, then follow me to the lift. Despite the urges we are clearly both experiencing, the urge not to appear on the CCTV operator's personal favourites disk is stronger, and the journey up is very chaste. I put my key card in the door, and with a clunk that sounds as if it would wake half the corridor we are finally alone.

The kissing is delicate, a little tentative perhaps, and I decide to take the lead a little. I take Peter's hands, pop them on my boobs, and suggest he might like to push me to the bed. I squirm a little, pushing my breasts hard into his fingers, leaning forward enough to put my lips over his and my tongue further forward still. I am a little concerned I may be too bold for him, but reassured as he adapts to the thought that, yes, after god knows how long masturbating over my pictures, he is about to have me for real.

We strip slowly. The kissing turns very passionate, but not frantic. It turns out he has a notably long tongue, and after our lips break apart from a kiss that was possibly deeper than anything I had known before, I whisper gently how nice it would be if he could go that deep somewhere else.

'I'll make it up to you,' I whisper, 'tongue isn't the only thing I love having in my mouth!'

We undress a little further, but I insist on keeping the underwear on when we do it. His cock is a good size, circumcised, and the head fills my mouth nicely, while not making my jaw ache. I decided he might only have the chance to come once, so I decided it should be a memorable one for him.

'Would you do something for me, Peter?'

He is very eager. I explain carefully.

'I'd like you to fuck me in missionary, then finish up shooting your load over my belly and tits. I love the warm, wet feeling! Would you do that with me?'

He'd be delighted to! I lose the panties and the shoes, but keep the stockings and suspenders on. I keep the bra on as well, pulling the cups low to push up my boobs. My nipples are very firm, I sometimes think they must have a naughty mind of their own at times like this! He hesitates a moment, as if he's unsure I really want this. I arch my back and push my boobs up to his chest, then kiss him as I send my right hand down to direct operations. I settle back a bit. I can see a thin strand of my saliva leading up into his mouth, then I look up into his eyes and he enters me.

I think we're both a little surprised at just how wet I am, but he doesn't complain! I am not surprised to find he is a very considerate lover, lifting his body on his arms, keeping up a gorgeous, slow rhythm as he moves inside my body. What I started in my bathroom earlier felt a little like unfinished business, but he is taking care of it quite nicely. I feel all those little lovely, tingly sensations that tell me my second orgasm of the day is not that far off. He isn't either. I would hate to miss out on a climax at this stage. Fortunately I have a cunning plan to make sure he doesn't get off before I do, and the thought of it is really turning me on.

'Are you going to shoot lots for me, Peter?'

'Christ...yes....'

'Loads of thick hot cum, all over my body? Up my belly, onto my tits? Loads and loads of it?'

'I usually do with your pictures, Lorna!'


'Good.'

That is what I wanted to hear. I give him one of my wicked smiles, then close my legs round his body. I bring my heels round to press on his bum cheeks. He looks a little puzzled, so I smile and nod.

'It's OK. Go on.'

He had said in one of his emails that he would keep his eyes open when he came. I can't tell whether he did or not because mine were closed when I came, savouring the sensation of jet after jet of his cum pumping into me. Simultaneous orgasm doesn't happen all that often, but Peter managed it with me. I kissed him affectionately as he softened inside me, then we rolled apart gently.

There wasn't that much small talk after that, but the warmth and affection was still there. He dressed and kissed me gently before walking out of the door with a certain spring is his step. I hoped his feet would be back on the ground before he ran into Mrs Peter!

I've just finished editing the photos and video which go with this set so check them out - you'll love them.

Stay Horny

Love Lorna Blu xxx
Friday, July 26th 2019
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A Happy Ending
Hello Everyone,

There is a rather brief phrase in Latin - quid pro quo - that can be translated in a number of ways. The shortest one is "tit for tat", except that carries the sense of both the "tit" and the "tat" part being a little unpleasant in some way. Which is funny really, given how so many of the gentlemen I know seem to be very fond of my tits (I can't comment on the tats as I don't particularly like them!)

Another way of putting it into English is the phrase "you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours", which is a bit more positive - both parties get to benefit! Although it's as well to bear in mind that some of my lovers would rather their wives didn't find any scratches that shouldn't be there, so I'll draw a discreet veil over the scratching part. Backrubs, though, are a different matter!

My photoset today is courtesy of Andrew, who said he wouldn't mind seeing me in something a little more feminine than some of the outfits I have worn in other sets. I told him I had a little pink thing that I would love to show him (I do so like double entendres, don't you?) and we fixed up a meeting for him to do some photos at his place.

I think I must have been in a particularly teasing frame of mind that day, as there was a definite sexual charge about our encounter, almost a sense of inevitability when we closed the door to the outside world, and it became just him, me and his camera. It certainly felt inevitable to me, when we discovered that by far the best light - I do prefer natural lighting - was to be found in the bedroom.

Now let me be clear, I don't always fuck my cameramen, but every now and again the urge just seems to take me. You will see in some of my photosets I have a naughty glint in my eye; let's just say in some of those cases I get to bed the camera operator (I'm leaving that kind of gender-neutral as not all camera operators are male, of course!) This particular shoot seemed to me to be heading that way.

I started gently, but before too long I got a bit more provocative. Little things like the way my skirt started riding a little higher and my legs just kind of opened a little further in each shot. I like this kind of approach to upping the ante; someone once told me that an erection is the one compliment a man can't fake and I was pleased to see Andrew was trying to disguise just how much of a compliment he was paying me. I decided to play a little unfairly. I unbuttoned my pink jacket to reveal the very fetching floral pattern I had underneath, took a deep breath and metaphorically shoved my tits in Andrew's face through his camera lens. He gave up any pretence of trying to hide his hard-on, and we moved to what you might think of the next level, where he and I were almost competing to come up with ways of making me look more desirable.

I will give Andrew his due. There was no point in hiding the fact that we were getting very explicit by this stage, but he was still working professionally, looking to present me as the subject of his photos in the best way possible, rather than viewing me as his next notch on the bedpost or something. I decided he should get a reward of some sort when we were done, but despite the fact that I was topless and he was practically shooting up my skirt the setup still remained a professional one, rather than sexual. I began to think maybe he was holding back for a reason, so I toned down my behaviour a little and concentrated on getting the job done.

We got to a nicely provocative conclusion on the photoshoot without any inappropriate behaviour (by which I mean touching - drooling doesn't count in my book!) and Andrew let out a long breath and said something that made my ears prick up.

'Aah, now I can get something on that damn back at last!'

It turned out he had pulled something in his back the day before. He didn't know what and he didn't know how, but every now and again he'd move and get a jolt of pain. I was impressed he'd managed to get aroused at all, under the circumstances!

'Perhaps I can do something about that,' I said, 'let's see if Lorna's healing hands can help!'

I insisted he strip off completely before I began, then set him face down on the bed. I made him close his eyes and face away, then set about rubbing his back. I began a gentle massage that mixed stroking, thumb-pressing, pinching and stroking across his whole back, by way of introduction. A rather naughty idea came to mind, so I carefully propped my mobile up on the sideboard after setting it to take photos discretely at intervals. Now, how to get to the next level.

'This would be a bit better if I had some oil or lotion,' I said, 'I don't suppose you happen to have some?'
He told me to try the bathroom cabinet. I think he was all set to go and get it himself, but I told him to stay exactly where he was in case he twisted something and undid all my good work. I haven't met a man yet who wasn't willing to listen when I told him not to move because I would fetch something and Andrew was no different. What he didn't realize was that it wasn't just my good work I had in mind when it came to undoing!

I went to the bathroom, found the oil, then undid enough to expose my breasts fully as quickly and quietly as I could. I tried the oil out for scent (and possible later detection!) by rubbing a palmful into my breasts, decided it was neutral enough, then went back to the bedroom. He was still in the position I left him. I went in quietly, then poured a little oil onto his back. I thought for a moment, then poured a liberal amount into my palm and coated my breasts in it, one at a time, almost basting myself with the stuff. I was ready for what I had in mind, I just hoped it would work!

Climbing carefully onto the bed beside him, I leaned across him and moulded my breasts to the skin on his back. I saw him flinch, then realize what was going on. He didn't flinch after that! I decided a little bit of spoken seduction wouldn't go amiss.

'Do you like the feel of my tits on your body?'

He grunted, so I went on,

'I couldn't help but notice how hard you got when you were photographing me. I like knowing that I've made a man want me. Are you still hard, Andrew?'

I didn't wait for an answer, instead sending a hand on a voyage of discovery. He was. I chuckled.

'Ah, yes, you are! That is good news. The only thing is, Andrew, there's a little bit of bad news as well.'

I shifted position slightly, making sure I dragged my large, stiff nipples across his shoulders while I did.

'The bad news is this - I was rather looking forward to a good fucking from you. But I don't think that back of yours is really up to it at the moment. Not for the pounding I was hoping for! But don't get upset...' I broke away for a moment, put my head beside his as if to whisper, then put the tip of my tongue into his ear for a second, pushing my breasts into him harder, before husking into his ear,

'No, don't get upset. I've decided I'm going to suck you dry instead. Will that be ok?'

He moaned. It took a few seconds for him to turn over, gingerly turning a little at a time. When he was flat on his back I told him not to move, then gently took his cock in my hands. I have no idea why this feels so good to me, it is almost like playing with clay when I was at school, but I do get a great amount of pleasure from moulding the flesh of a man's cock in my hands. It was pretty bloody obvious that Andrew was getting some as well.

'Don't come too soon, darling,' I warned him. 'Lorna wants some milk out of this drinking straw.'

He gave another moan. That was the signal to put my mouth over him.

I took my time with him. I gave little butterfly kisses to his tip, I licked gently from tip to balls. I ran my tongue around a testicle, then gently sucked it fully in my mouth. I dribbled saliva on the head, then pursed my lips and spread it down the shaft as I took him into my throat. I noticed with interest he picked up the camera and began taking more shots while I sucked him. There was even a short clip of video as I changed position slightly, putting my oil-drenched cleavage around his length, rocking in a warm titfuck. I admired his professionalism, though I could feel from the way he moved beneath me that his professionalism was facing something of a test. I decided to play one last tease.

'You're getting close, aren't you Andrew? Very close, I would say. I think you might like to come in my mouth, wouldn't you?'

Another moan, and a slight upward thrust.

'I'll take that as a yes. The only thing is, I'm afraid I'm not all that keen on the taste. I'll probably take my head away at the last minute, so you come on yourself.'

I let that sink in for a moment, while I gently bobbed my head, edging him to what I was sure would be quite an eruption.

'Of course, if you were to hold my head down, I wouldn't have any choice in the... mmmfff'

I mean to say "matter" but never got to finish the word. I hoped the camera wouldn't break as he dropped it! His grip on me was firm but not painful, one hand on the back of my head, one on my neck. I gave a low growling laugh, about the only noise I could have made with so much of him in my head, just so he knew he was ok, and then I felt him start to come.

His first jet tickled something at the back of my mouth so I kind of coughed a little. In response I felt his fingers release slightly, but they were there, so we could still both imagine he was forcing me take it in the mouth. The flow subsided after the first couple of spurts, but there was still a few more jets. I kept my head still, collecting as much as I could and keeping it there. His hands dropped away when he had finished, and I slowly lifted my head. I wished he had filmed what happened next, but you can't win them all.

His cock slid from between my lips, and a little trail of semen flowed over the top of my lower lip. I opened my mouth to show him the shiny puddle of thick, white goo that he had just given me, moving it around with my tongue. Trying hard not to drip any more on his thigh, I looked into his eyes as I spoke as clearly as I could.
'Well, Andrew, I think I'm going to take this load home with me.'

He smiled into my eyes as I swallowed.

And that's why there is no cumshot to this set. But you can rest assured it was still a very happy ending!

The blow job photos in this photo set are superb - don't miss them.

Have a great weekend!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Saturday, July 20th 2019
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Timing is Everything
Hello everyone,

A friend of mine has one or two sayings for situations that crop up in day-to-day life. They are very general; correct enough not to be out of place most of the time, but nothing too profound, they are the conversational equivalent of "what about this weather, then?".

'Timing is everything.' That is one of his. It certainly turned out to be about right yesterday!

I was almost double booked, having one meeting at half-past ten and another at twelve. I decided I could just about do it, but there wouldn't be any hanging around. I parked up at twenty-five past, and walked a short distance to the address he had texted me first thing. The front door opened on the first knock of knock-knock. He smiled, eager.

'Lorna! Come in!'
He looked me up and down as he closed the door.
'I thought you might be out,' I said, 'what with there being no car on the drive.'
'Ah,' he said, 'my wife has the car this morning. Hers is out of action. She's out...shopping. We don't really have all that long...'
He looked a little sad, but I was feeling quite positive with the good weather, so I just said
'No problem! How long is all that long?'
Maybe thirty, forty minutes. Listen, do you want to postpone it? We could always try another time.'
I could tell he was eager to go ahead if he could though, and in this instance, so was I.
'No, I think we will be alright. Truth to tell I am feeling rather frisky today! How would you feel about a little role-play? How busy does that wood across the road get?'
'The occasional dog walker, but it's not a motorway.'
'Good. Shall we go?'
We left the house together, but separate. I had a folded paper map with me. Not for the area, but it would do as a prop if we needed to pretend to be finding somewhere in particular. I got it out once we had crossed the road and started down the footpath that led into the wood.
'Are you looking for somewhere in particular, Lorna?'
'In a manner of speaking, yes. Somewhere that isn't too blatant, but somewhere someone could happen upon us. Just public enough to give it a little edge! What do you reckon?'
'OK,' he said, but without too much conviction.

I decided to liven things up a little. Once we were out of sight of the road I put my hand around his, then leaned in close. With some careful timing I managed to press my chest into his upper arm and shoulder on a couple of occasions. I stroked the centre of his palm with a finger as I did this, making it clear that I was there for the taking.

'Don't be nervous,' I said, I think this looks just about ideal. How do you want me?'
I took a couple of steps back, then looked at him as I started to pose for him.
'I can do coy,' I said, 'or raunchy if you prefer?' I turned and raised my skirt a little. He looked slightly ill at ease still, so I cut to the chase.

'Look, I don't know about you, but this isn't really role play for me now. I'm turned on. I want sex. And more to the point I want sex with you. Here. Now. What do you reckon?'

I put my arms up on the trunk of the tree behind me. I could see his eyes drawn to the swell of my breasts. With a careful shoulder shimmy I was able to expose stiff nipples over the neckline of my patterned blouse. It looked to me very much as if he wouldn't last long, but there was still that matter of the wife returning. I decided instructions were probably the best way to go.

'OK,' I told him, 'stand directly in front of me. Put one hand round the back of my head. Put the other on one of my breasts and squeeze. Nothing painful, but quite firmly. Good! Now lean in and kiss me. No half-measures, just put your tongue right into my mouth as you squeeze my tits...mmm....'

He was a good kisser. Gentle but firm fingers on my boob as well. I really was getting well turned on by this!'

We surfaced to breathe, then he went in for another passionate kiss. He even bit my lip a little. Just to make sure he didn't get too carried away, I curled my fingers round his cock and squeezed. A little harder if he got too enthusiastic, but he soon caught on. By the time we were getting our breath back for the third time I was definitely as ready for it as he was. My hands were inside his fly now, fingers making a cage around his erection, gently pumping him harder. He had pulled my knickers to one side and was fingering me quite delicately. He looked at me. We both smiled, knowing the next thing we would do was fuck.

'Just a minute,' I said, fishing in my handbag for the square green plastic packet. 'You never know.'
He tore it open quickly, and pulled it over his cock. Now we were really both ready.
He moved close, then paused, just for a second.

'I want to look into your eyes as I go into you,' he said. I wasn't quite sure what expression he had in mind for this, but it obviously meant something horny to him. I met his gaze, trying to look a little aloof as he entered me. I raised one leg and pushed forward, till we bumped together and stood with a much of him as physically possible inside my body.

'Christ that feels good,' he said, and began to move. He wasn't wrong! I was turned on before he started, and he certainly knew how to fuck! I cupped his face in my hands, kissing him as he got faster and faster. I opened my eyes and saw a dog walker in the distance, apparently wondering what might be going on in the undergrowth. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his cock inside me. Then I saw a movement back on the street.

'Tell me,' I said, 'is your car a blue BMW, with a custom number plate?'
'It is,' he said, 'How did you...?'
I french kissed him, biting his lip.
'Your wife is back,' I said, 'do you think you can finish in twenty seconds?'
He nodded.
'Good,' I said, 'And try to keep your head up. I want to look into your eyes when you come in me.'
He closed his eyes at the end, of course. I thought he would. As he winced, he said,
'Ah Christ, I...' and I stuck my tongue in his mouth to save him putting "love you" on the end. Meetings can go that way with eager first-timers! Feeling the spasms he was making between my legs was quite satisfying enough for me!

Afterwards I rolled the full condom off his cock, and tied a knot in the base. I had seen a bin on the way out, so the evidence wouldn't be there for long.

'Don't hang around,' I said, I need to be elsewhere soon as well!'

We kissed briefly and he trotted away. I waited a moment, then wandered back to my car. A text had come through on my mobile. 'Five minutes - sorry!' and a row of kisses. I spent the time in the car, fixing any makeup issues that had cropped up from our woodland liaison. The five minutes stretched to seven, then I got a "coast clear!" message. I looked around before getting out of the car, then set off. It didn't take long.

'Joanne?' I said, as she opened the door. She beamed at me, then bent down a little and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue teasingly trying to pass between my lips. I let it.

'Problem?' I said, as I brought my hand up to her groin and cupped it. She shivered a little, gently rocking on the puffy part at the base of my thumb.

'No, just my bloody husband. I got back and found he was out. I was worried in case he came back while we were...you know. Anyway, he said something about having to give someone some directions. I suppose I should have taken more notice of him but I was just trying to get him out of the way. He's gone now. There's just us. For the next hour.'

I put my hand over hers, and led her to the foot of the stairs.

'Is the bedroom up here?' She nodded. and we started the climb together.

'Good. I'm just in the mood for an orgasm, and that tongue of yours is going to give it to me.'

I was pleased I had insisted on the condom. It might have been tricky, explaining how my pussy was full of her husband's cum. Maybe someday I'll say something, but not today. No, for today, timing was indeed everything!

Enjoy the naughty outdoor photos which accompany this story.

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Friday, July 12th 2019
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Hostess Lorna lends a hand
Hello Everyone,


I looked in the mirror to make sure my hat was at a suitably jaunty angle, took hold of the hem of my blouse and pulled it down to smooth out any creases in it, then finally checked that my skirt had inadvertently ridden up so it was slightly less than the regulation length. (I had spent a fair amount on finding a suspender belt that matched the rest of the uniform and I was keen to show off my stocking tops to an appreciative audience!) With my outfit just so I took a deep breath, smiled the regulation smile, then stepped out of the crew area to attend to one particular passenger.

When I had greeted him at the cabin door a little earlier in the evening I thought he might need a little slack cutting for him. Tall, good-looking and well dressed, there was still a slight hesitancy to his manner that made me think his apparent confidence covered up a certain nervousness. I glanced at his paperwork and decided on the spot to direct him to a seat towards the back of the cabin, somewhere he would be slightly separate from the rest of the plane. He nodded and smiled. Lovely warm eyes, I thought. I made a note to check in on him as soon as the pre-flight routine allowed.

In the event, it was a little later than I had in mind. The background sounds in the cabin mixed air conditioner hiss with the muffled roaring of the engines, something that I found easy to screen out, but each subtle change seemed to bother him, as if this or that noise marked the point where the plane would fall from the sky. He jumped as I eased myself into the seat next to him, somehow left empty as if by design...

'Did I startle you? Sorry!'

He mumbled something neutral that I didn't really catch, then went back to sitting tensely in the seat.

'There's a long night ahead,' I told him, 'you could do worse than relax a little and get some sleep.'

He turned and looked at me. In this line of work, you have to nurture customers sometimes, something I was very prepared to do in his case. I was melting a little under his gaze if I'm honest, and perhaps that made me a little more forward about things.

'I could get you something from the galley if you like,' I said, 'but alcohol isn't always the best when you're trying to get some shut-eye. Can I make a suggestion?'

He gulped and nodded. He really was nervous! I hoped my approach wouldn't do more harm than good. I leaned in conspiratorially to whisper. I liked his scent; I hoped mine found favour with him.
'You need to come.'

He looked at me, amazed. His eyes hunted around my face, looking to see if I was being serious. I gazed at him, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, and when they did, I smiled and nodded. Yes he had heard right.

'Oh, there's science to back it up, you know. But I think we both know from experience how a nice orgasm eases you off to sleep.'

I smiled and held out one of the blankets we pass out to passengers at night. He took it. I tried to sound completely natural as I offered him advice.

'Just pop that over your lap and you can unzip without showing up on the CCTV.' I smiled.

'Are you going to...?'

It was the first thing I had actually heard clearly from him, but I dropped my voice to make sure things stayed just between the two of us.

'Oh, no. I couldn't. Sorry. This isn't really private, and if the company were to find out....'

He looked a little letdown, so I thought I ought to make it up to him. So I smiled cheekily and said,

'Unfortunately.'

I saw him swallow, and move as if he was about to put his hand under the blanket, but then draw back. Time for a little more encouragement.

'I'll sit here with you if you like. Watch. Talk to you. I love being there when a man comes.'

His hand slid underneath the blanket, and I heard the sound of a trouser fly being unzipped as quietly as its owner could manage. What had been a look of concentration turned to one of relief, as though he couldn't believe he was doing this, mixed in with a little uncertainty - what should he do now?
'Better?' I asked, then smiled as he nodded.

'This is quite a neat arrangement, you see,' I went on, 'if anyone is watching they'll see me, sitting next to you, gently talking to you to reassure you. How reassured do you feel, by the way?'

Despite his uncertainty, he couldn't help but smile when he answered in a whisper.

'Very reassured. The full eight and a half inches reassured, in fact.'

'That's good. That's...very good.' I found myself having second thoughts about company policy!

'So, let me reassure you a little more. Sex in aeroplanes is all very well in theory, but the practical parts don't always work out. And I speak from experience...'

I could see the blanket moving as his hand worked on himself. From where the bulge in the blanket was this guy definitely had potential! I got back to my story.

'Yes, it was many years back, my first serious boyfriend you could say. We were flying to Turkey for a fortnight of parent-free evenings, and he thought a good way to get the ball rolling would be to have sex on the flight out. I was a little nervous - of the flight, not the sex! - and after a couple of free drinks I thought it might actually help matters. We managed to get ourselves to the loo without being spotted, and I went inside and waited for the special knock on the door, you know?'

I paused to work out how long to draw the story out. He looked a little red in the face, and I was pleased to hear him breathing a little harder.

'So, the knock came, I unlocked the door and he slipped in beside me, then we just stood there looking at each other. We couldn't be very long, so there wasn't much point in foreplay. The only thing was my period had started, and I knew he wouldn't...well, he wouldn't. So I just kissed him, and told him I would give him a blow job. He didn't complain -'

I broke off for a moment to look at him. He was obviously trying to picture what I might have looked like aged nineteen. I smiled and breathed in, filling my blouse just that little bit more. It must have jogged his imagination, because he started breathing even harder. I carried on.

'Back in those days I was still a little unsure about oral sex. I loved the taste and feel of his cock, but I wasn't sure if I was going to like the taste of his spunk, so I never.... anyway, we had this signal, he was supposed to tap me on the shoulder when he was close. Are you close, by the way?'

He nodded, making a noise that sounded a little like a snore. He was close.

'So we get into the home straight, so to speak, when I heard this voice outside asking if there was another cubicle. I knew we wouldn't have much longer, so I went a bit quicker, and pulled back to see if he was going to tap me on the shoulder or not. The trouble was my boyfriend had got carried away, he had his eyes closed, and the next thing I know is he's starting to shoot. I had a white halter top on, so I tried to shove his cock between my tits and keep all the cum in my cleavage. I don't think I ever knew him come as much, but after a while the flood subsided, and he got himself back in his pants and we opened the door to check it was all clear. I gave him a few seconds' start, then I opened the door again and slipped out.'

'I'd gone about three steps when I met a hostess coming the other way. She smiled at me, a little strangely, I thought, then went past me into the galley. I was just sitting down, when she came up to me with a napkin and said',

"I think perhaps you've splashed yourself a little there..."

She nodded down at me, and I saw her looking at this large puddle of semen between my breasts. I dabbed at it as best I could, then she went on,

"I think you've got something on your cheek as well, actually."

'So I put my hand to my up to touch by my eye and realised my boyfriend hand accidentally given me a facial! The hostess made a show of ignoring the situation, but half-smiled at me and her eyes flickered pointedly to the napkin she had just passed me. Between the spreading damp patches of cum I could make out a little handwriting; I opened it up and read 'New member? Welcome to THE club!' - along with a little smily face...'

I looked across at my nervous first-timer. He was making little effort to disguise the movements of the blanket. I nudged him, shoulder to shoulder, and waited for him to look up.

'Can I hold your other hand while you come?'

I think it was the innocence of the request that did it. I put my fingers over his and squeezed gently, and he hissed and grunted through the next few seconds, his face a picture of blessed relief. I waited till his breathing had dropped back to near normal, then chuckled a little.

'There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?'

He grinned.

'Shame the blanket had to be there, really, I'd love to have seen you blowing your load, but then it was quite a big part of the story. And there's always next time isn't there? Assuming there's going to be a next time, that is?'

'Oh God, yes!'

'That's good, I'm looking forward to it. Next Thursday evening, maybe? That works for me'

I left him tidying himself up while I went and turned off the engine noises, then waited at the entrance to my flat.

'Cabin doors to manual?' I said as he came out of the room. We both smiled, I kissed him on the cheek and wished him good night. A nervous first-timer helped out by Lorna's hostess outfit!

Check out the photos which accompany this blog – you’ll find out exactly what an air hostess really does wear under her uniform!

Have a great weekend!

Stay Horny

Lorna Blu xxxx
Sunday, June 30th 2019
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Three Ladies in a Hot Tub
Hello Everyone,

Here's an interesting thought for you - sometimes getting less means you get more out of something. It sounds a bit contradictory, but let me tell you about this update and perhaps you'll see what I mean! Oh, and pay attention, because I'll be asking questions later!

I am with my friends Mel and Claire, in front of a hot tub that we are about to get into. The photos you see here were taken by a very excited younger guy named Darren, who has been invited into the hot tub with us, and been told he might be in line for a naughty treat if he behaved himself and didn't drop the camera!

As you can see the three of us are very comfortable in each other's company. Darren was a little unsure of how much he should be directing events, but Claire gave him some simple instructions.
'Go with the flow, Darren. We'll make the pictures, you just have to take them!'

With that she put her arms around Mel and me, and pulled the three of us into a buxom line-up. Mel and I put our hands on Claire's thigh, and with a little high-pitched giggling the shoot was under way.
With three such busty ladies, it was almost inevitable how things would progress. I saw Mel looking rather pointedly into Darren's eyes as she brought her hand up to Claire's right breast.
'Oh, it's like that, is it?' said Claire, 'two can play at that game!' And at that I felt her hand on my boob, a fleeting squeeze at first, but then leaving it there when it was clear I didn't object. I glanced across at Darren's face. He wasn't objecting either.

'Shall we get into the water then, ladies, and cool off a little?' asked Mel.
'I have a better idea,' I said, 'let's get into the water and keep things hot!'

We climbed the tub and sat on the side, dangling our legs in the water as Darren prowled hungrily around the edge, taking photos each time a provocative pose came up. There seemed to be quite a lot of these, judging by the shutter noises!

'He looks quite turned on, bless him,' said Mel, 'should we do something about it? Oooh!'
The noise was something of a squeal, as Claire pulled Mel's top down, and then she and I started to explore her full , heavy breasts with eager hands and lips.

'One of us definitely should,' said Claire, 'ordinarily I would suggest a nice quick hand job, but we don't want to have to drain the tub to get spunk out of the water, do we?'

'What about a blow job then?' I said, 'one of us can suck Darren off, keep her mouth round his cock when he cums, then swallow and keep the tub clean. Eeek!'

It was my turn to squeal, as the redhead and the blonde pulled my top down and started playing with my exposed tits.

'Well, that's OK, I suppose,' said Claire, after she reluctantly took her teeth from my right nipple, which she had been gently chewing and licking into a nicely erect state, 'I don't mind giving him a blow job, though I'm not a big fan of having a guy come in my mouth...'

'Well, perhaps you could do something else,' said Mel, 'kissing, maybe? We all like that, don't we?'
I didn't say anything out loud, because I knew I had a better way of answering. After giving a sideways glance towards Darren, to make sure he was ready, I leaned over towards Claire and slowly put my tongue into her mouth, bringing my hand up onto her boob and squeezing with my fingertips. Claire closed her eyes and let me, then as she got into it she kissed me back.

'Yes, that's a good idea. I quite like being the more active partner in a French kiss, but I think I prefer it when I'm getting tongue,' I said (a little breathlessly!). Claire nodded, and Mel said 'I think I quite like the role reversal thing when I kiss a guy passionately. I get this subtle feeling of power when I'm in his mouth...'

We kissed a little more while we thought about it.

'So, are we sticking to roles here?' I said, 'if there's one to suck him off, and one to French kiss him, what does the third one do?'

'Watch,' said Claire, 'watch and maybe wank. What do you reckon?'

'How about,' said Mel, 'Darren can feel her, but neither of the others?'

I could see by now that Darren was getting decidedly turned on by this!

'Above the waterline?' Claire asked, innocently. All three of us were topless by now, and after several minutes of being fondled and suckled we were very willing to move things on a little!

'No!' - that answer came almost simultaneously from Mel and me. Claire nodded agreement, and altered her last remark.

'OK, so Darren is allowed to finger her as well as play with her tits.'

'Can I make a suggestion?'

The male voice was something of a surprise as Darren had been silent up to this point. The three of us looked at each other, then nodded, seeing no reason not to.

'No promises, but if I get her to come, can I fuck her afterwards?'

'It's good of you to think of our pleasure too, Darren,' I said, 'If you can manage to go again within five minutes, why not?'

By answering on behalf of the other two I had gone out on a limb with this, but they seemed to agree.

'So, let me make sure I get this straight. One of you three is going to french kiss me. Another is going to give me a blowjob, and let me come in her mouth. And the third is going to watch and feel up the other two, and I'm allowed to feel her tits and finger her. And if I get her to come, I might get to fuck her.

We beamed agreement, as I sat in the middle, with Mel and Claire each squeezing one of my breasts, waiting for the moment when the sex would start, a game played by those very particular rules...

Now, remember back at the start when I said I would be asking questions? It's only one question really - imagine if you were Darren, which of us would you choose to do what?

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx


ps. You'll love the 57 delightfully naughty girly girl photos in my latest posting – stripping off and naughty shenanigans in the Hot Tub
Monday, June 17th 2019
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An After work Party
Hello Everyone!


You know, I haven't always been a full-time tease and flirt.
Actually that isn't quite right. I haven't always been a professional full time tease and flirt!

I think I have always enjoyed the effect I seem to have on men, and now I think of it that goes back quite some time. I have had highly respectable office jobs in my time, even if I didn't always act in a highly respectable manner all the while, but if push came to shove I could still work my way round a complex spreadsheet or some accounting software. And it was in just such a role that the incident occurred that prompts this update.

At the time I was working in the finance office of a rather large company in a rather large city. I won't go into details, but if I tell you I once had a non-speaking part in one of their TV adverts, giving a beaming smile to the actor they had fronting things while I pretended to type something you'll know it was a sizable company. Big enough to have offices on several floors of a building, which in turn meant lifts formed part of our normal office routine.

My office was on the fourth floor, but a lot of my work took me up to the seventh, where a rather handsome middle-manager named Alan took my eye not long after I joined. I'm not saying I fell for him as such, but he certainly brightened my day. Alan was chatty, friendly, always holding lifts for me if he saw me coming, that kind of thing. The downside of going to his patch was that he shared it with a group of younger guys who weren't quite as appealing, but seemed to think they were doing me a favour by paying me attention - lift journeys where I could feel their eyes on my body, whispered comments that I couldn't always hear clearly but could guess what they contained and occasional invasions of personal space. Nothing I couldn't handle, of course, but it was a little tedious all the same. And then came the evening where things came to a head.

I got to the lift one Friday morning, to find Alan holding the door for me to a busy lift. He was smiling, with his head tilted gently to one side, and he looked so appealing I complimented him on how nice he looked. He blushed a little, said something about it being all the better for seeing me. I was just wondering what to say when Danny, one of what I thought of as the "gang of four" younger men went and spoiled by saying it was probably because Alan was looking forward to his birthday drink that night.

"So, out with the guys to celebrate?" I said.

"And gals, of course!" he said, "I thought you'd have heard about it? You'd be very welcome. Meeting at four thirty at the White Horse."

This was our office's usual pub, but generally we didn't stop out very long. It looked as if what they called "Poet's day" - which I believe stood for "push off early, tomorrow's Saturday" might make this a longer night! I looked into Alan's warm eyes and decided perhaps this would be a good chance to get to know him a little better, so I just smiled "OK" at him, and got out at my floor, ignoring the voices from the lift that I knew were teasing him that he was in with a chance with me. Well, it was true!

I was secretly pleased, because although there was a kind of "dress down Friday" scheme, I had decided to stay in the more conventional working outfit, very similar to what I am wearing in the update photo set. This meant high heels, stockings, and a skirt which, though not exactly short, could be relied upon to ride up when required! A crisp, white blouse and sensible tailored jacket completed a look that was utterly appropriate for work, but at the same time hinted at naughty possibilities!

The day dragged a little, but at four twenty-five I shut my computer down and put everything away, and made my way out to the lift hall. There was a chime and a lift going up stopped while someone got out. At the back of the lift I saw Alan, and joked with him that he was going the wrong way.

"Something's come up," he said, "I'll be along as quick as I can. Just get to the bar, I've left an emergency kitty with Jake until I get back. I don't trust those buggers with my card!" With that he was gone and I went down to the White Horse by myself.

There were quite a few there. I made my way to the bar, where Jake got me a large G&T, then turned to chat to the rest of the gang of four. From experience they would either be talking motor cars or sex, or possibly sex in motor cars, so I thanked Jake and started talking to Chloe, a very tall young woman, also from the seventh floor. We were getting on pretty well, and after about three quarters of an hour or so (and two further rounds, one of which Jake actually paid for himself as Alan's emergency fund had run out) the birthday boy himself came in to a loud cheer and the drinks started flowing once more.

I got the feeling that Chloe rather fancied Alan herself, but she didn't seem to be doing anything about it. I thought that meant I wouldn't be treading on her toes if I did, but even after four G&Ts something told me not to rush into trying anything, so I just made small talk with Chloe while the gang of four started eyeing the pair of us up.

"Don't worry," said Chloe, "they're all mouth and precious little else. They won't do anything." She wrinkled her nose in a gesture that I took to mean "pity", so I shrugged and took a sip from my glass. I felt a little tipsy, but nothing more, and I decided I'd take things a little more carefully. And that is how I came to see the gorgeous dark-haired woman come up behind Alan and put her hands over his eyes.

"Guess who!" she whispered. I think Alan was a little well on by this point, but he knew better than to give a name, instead turning to face and then kiss the woman who was clearly Mrs Alan. Both Chloe and I took a drink at this point, then realising we both burst out laughing.

"Aren't we going to draw straws then?" I asked.

"No, not if Kathy's here," said Chloe, "she's as much one of the boys as that lot are. She'll be here for the duration. We may as well just get on with the drinking ourselves."

I wasn't too bothered with that; she was good company and things had taken a nicely relaxed vibe, even though I had kind of set my heart on a little naughtiness.

"My shout," I said, even though we were still hammering Alan's card. I wandered to the middle of the bar and tried without much success to catch the eye of the bored looking barman. It looked like he wasn't going to get lucky either! I leaned across to get into his eyeline and felt myself jolting a male elbow. It was Danny, who looked at first as if he was going to punch whoever had done it, then gulped in surprise when he saw it was me.

"Sorry, Lorna," he said, "I didn't realize..."

"Don't worry!" I said, brushing lager from his sleeve, "I'm just being clumsy. Can I get you a refill?"

He looked bemused. I knew he was a little drunk, but that wasn't the only reason he was flustered. I knew I was a little drunk too, but I must have decided there was something about him that made him a little more promising than I thought before.

"Carling, please," he said, then "are you drunk, Lorna?"
"A little, I think." I said, "why, are you drunk Danny?"
"A little, I think." A lot, I thought.
"You know, you're gorgeous you are. I hope you are drunk. Drunk enough not to mind, I mean."
"I don't mind at all, Danny. Just don't talk about me in the lifts, please!"

"I'm sorry. It's not...insulting. Not meant to be, anyway. We all think it. Jake says he... well, never mind what he says. But we all think it. We all...would."
It was hardly the greatest compliment I have ever been paid, but right then it really had a certain charm, and I found myself warming to him. That was really the only reason I could think for what I said next.

"Well, Danny, that's really very kind of you to say so. Look, I have to go to the Ladies now, but can you do me a favour?" He nodded. Definitely smitten. I hoped I hadn't got things wrong!

"Can you take that drink to Chloe, then keep an eye on mine here. I don't want anyone chucking in a triple vodka or anything, thinking they are going to take advantage of me. I like being conscious when someone is taking advantage of me, you see."

I rested my fingers on his damp forearm. Deliberately so, slowly rubbing my fingertips to and fro over him.

"And if I'm not back in five minutes, you come and rescue me. Promise?"

He nodded. I made my way through the bar, wondering if he was sober enough to realise he was onto a good thing as well as wondering what the hell I thought I was playing at. Better not to dwell on it.

In the White Horse you got to the Ladies by going through a door into an oblong room. The Gents also opened off that room, so there was no reason for anyone to think it odd if he did follow. I did what I needed to, then took my panties off and tucked them into my handbag. I washed my hands and waited, breathing deeply and hoping that I had picked a good time.

I had almost given up when there was a gentle knock at the main door. I walked across and opened it enough to see who was outside. It was Danny. I gave a sigh of relief then pulled him inside.

"Fancy meeting you here," he slurred. I smiled. I manoeuvred him into the cubicle, closing the door then putting my fingers to his lips as we heard the main door open. We stood there face to face in silence as Chloe - clearly - called out "You in here Lorna? We've got to go soon if we're going to get that bus. Lorna?"

The door closed.

"I've told Chloe I'll walk back and get the bus with her, so there won't be any chance of going back to your place. That just means here and now. Is that alright? Oh, and there'll probably be someone else before too long, " I said, "we'll have to be quiet."

I wasn't sure what to expect from him, but he seemed to be doing a frozen rabbit impersonation.
"Hello, Lorna calling would-be lover Danny. Come in, please!"
That kind of got him going. He put his arms round me, but clumsily. I started to whisper to him, making a conversation that was part instruction and part running commentary.
"I thought you'd been dreaming of this! OK, just put your hands there..."
I moved them to my hips, sliding them to just the right place. I could feel his fingers curling, the fingertips pressing gently into the leather of the skirt, reaching to cup my buttocks.
"Good boy! Do you like the skirt? You'll see why I do in a minute."
One hand slipped down, crossing the border between skirt and nylon-clad thigh. He wanted to move it between my legs, but I wanted something a little less frantic.
"All in good time!" I said. "Don't you think we ought to be kissing before you start groping me there?"
"I was just worried in case...with all the beer..." Poor lad. I knew at once what was on his mind. I put my hand to his cheek, and pulled his face just a little closer.
"Ah, don't worry, Danny! How old are you, by the way?"
"Twenty-four."
"Twenty-four? Well, let me put your mind at rest, Daniel. I was french kissing men before you were born. I'm rather good at it, though I say so myself. If I kiss you, you'll get hard. Believe me."

I put my lips to his. The breath from his nostrils was warm on my cheek. I opened my mouth, and gently put the tip of my tongue out. His was closed.

"Now, Danny, the thing with french kissing is, you don't do it like that. Open your mouth a little...put your lips close to mine... then when it seems natural, just put your tongue into my mouth. Don't worry, I want you to."

He was a little timid and a little clumsy, but he got that part right enough for me to get some second-hand lager fumes. I pulled back a little.

"Well now, that was OK, but there's always room for improvement. Here, why don't I kiss you the way that I like being kissed?"

Of course he didn't object! Our mouths came together, and I gently put my tongue into him. He moaned a little. I pushed a bit deeper, and put some pressure on a little spot in the centre. His hands slid smoothly to my ribcage.

"Ah, I wondered when we'd get to that! OK, kiss me back, then this time put one of your hands gently onto one of my breasts. You are trying to be subtle here, so don't squeeze both at the same time, and don't do one then the other then swap hands or anything. The idea is to gently arouse my passions, not make me feel like my tits are on your bucket list."

He was good at following orders! The hand was obviously as eager as its owner, but its touch was indeed gentle, if insistent. This time as his tongue came out of my mouth I was a little breathless. He continued to hold my breast as he looked into my eyes.

"God, Lorna! I've been wanting to do that ever since I first saw you."

"Well I just hope you haven't spent too much time wanking over the idea," I said, "not for what I've got in mind."

I was hornier than I expected. We kissed as he changed hands, but this meant I could reach down to his pants more easily. The zip slid down quickly, and the fastener was less of a problem than I feared. His cock was longer and fatter than I had expected.

"Well now, why didn't you say you had this hidden down here? I might have been more...impressed with you if I had known!"

He gasped as I started to pump him, and I stopped in case I took things too far. We were close to each other again, and both panting.

"Put the seat down," I said, "then sit down." Again he did as he was told, wincing slightly at the cold plastic of the toilet seat lid.

I looked at him, slightly casually, then as if I was watching someone else do it I straddled him, took hold of his cock, and teasingly wiped him over my pussy lips. Correction, I should say my surprisingly wet pussy lips.

"Lorna," he said, "no Durex."
I wasn't in the mood for compromise.
"Danny," I said, "no time."
Then I bent my legs to sit down myself and felt him enter me, stretching me as he did.

I wasn't expecting him to last long but perhaps the alcohol played a part. He unbuttoned my white blouse as I rode him, then pulled my bra cups down to free my breasts. It felt awkward, but good at the same time, and I speeded up. I thought it might finish him off but instead it did for me. I put my mouth into the crook of his neck, vampire like, and took hold of his throat with my lips to stifle the moan I gave while he made me come.

As the orgasm died away I felt a hint of conscience over what I was doing, but then his hot, hard flesh moving inside me changed my mind! Bearing in mind what he had done for me I felt it was only fair to reciprocate. I took hold of his hands and put them on my breasts, and told him to keep them there until he had come. Then I began to move more quickly, determined to milk my young lover dry. It took a couple of minutes, then I felt his hips begin to buck. I held his face between my breasts, trying to keep his orgasm as quiet as I thought mine had been. He still managed to tell me that he loved me just as he started to empty his balls into me. Ten seconds later, I let his head go, and I could tell we were both a bit less forthright!

I put my boobs away as he did up his trousers. We didn't speak. I cracked the cubicle door open a little, half expecting to see Chloe's face, but there was no sign of her.
"You'd best go first," I said, "if anybody sees you coming out say you got the wrong door. You look pissed enough for them to believe you! I'll follow on later. And - not a word to anyone!"
"See you Monday, then?"
"See you Monday, Daniel. And I mean it."

He nodded, a little bashfully. I got the impression he was a little less in love with me now he had had me, but I wasn't too bothered. I figured I had had him, really. I gave him two minutes, then followed him back into the bar. Danny was looking a bit the worse for wear when I saw him, but not as bad as Jake, who actually had to run out to throw up, his hand over his mouth as he brushed past me. Chloe just looked relieved, and accepted my explanation that I had managed to fall asleep in there! Alan and his other half seemed to be having a row about something; Chloe told me she'd explain on the way home. Ah, office drinking sessions - don't you just love them!

Hope you love the photos that go with this story too

Have a good week,

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx
Monday, June 10th 2019
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Rock Chick
Hello my Friends,

There's over 70 pics in my new 'Rock Chick' photo set - you'll love them

Hands up those of you who know what the curvy top and bottom parts of the body of this electric guitar are called? According to a fan who got in touch with me suggesting the theme of this photo set update they are called "horns". I can't think what he was driving at!

Actually, that is quite untrue, he told me in the opening of his email that he would love to see me in this particular kind of "horny" setup! I think perhaps he was having a little nostalgia trip for certain rock chicks of the seventies, as he did tell me that he like the thought of me fronting a band, wearing as much tight-fitting black leather as I could and getting all hot and sweaty in a hard and fast rock set. I thought about it for a while and decided it wasn't too bad a suggestion, so I let myself have a little fantasy about the scenario. In my version I pick a lucky male fan from the front row of my adoring audience and smuggle him back to my hotel room after the show, getting back to the old-time meaning of rock and roll - a slang term for sex!

So, here you can see me posing with my guitar, adopting that rather interesting phallic pose that somehow still works, even when it's a woman thrusting the neck of the guitar into the air in a suggestive fashion. I won't dwell too much on that thinking there, except to say in passing to a certain Mr L who keeps on at me to get a strap-on just for him - "be careful what you wish for". (Especially when your language is a little open to interpretation!)

I figure someone who is the voice of a band must be something of an exhibitionist, and so even though the public show is over the private show would start out with more of the same - me showing myself off for the pleasure of those watching me. Which, in this instance, is you...

The blood is still pumping after the show, and I have yet to find myself a towel, let alone get into the shower. But somehow I don't think you're worried about the sweat still running down me; not the way you were looking at me earlier! The posing and the strutting I did on stage reminded me of the effect my body can have on other people, and I saw the way your eyes never left me during the show that you wanted me badly. I find I just can't help myself, and so I do the same now, even though there are just the two of us here. I tease you a little by making you sit on the chair while I move onto the bed.

It doesn't take long to figure out that my low-cut top is a source of fascination. Crouching on all fours lends extra emphasis to the cleavage you were lasting over all through the second half of the show, and with a wicked grin on my face I reach into my top and lift my boobs higher. Your eyes are almost popping out as I lift just that little bit further, and the plump nipple of my right breast is there for you. Perhaps there was a song called 'Pearl Necklace', and I start humming the melody just enough so you think of it, then remember what it means...am I really teasing you that much? Would I really purr words of love into your ear, as I envelop your cock in firm, oiled flesh and start to rub you between my breasts? I think you know I said in the intro to that song that titfucks are a great way of having safe sex. I see you wondering if you should do just that...or if I might be offering something that goes a little further?

I sit back, and look a little offhand at you, then away. You start to wonder whether you've missed your chance. Then, you watch amazed as the legs you were lusting after in those oh-so-tight leather trousers are pointing towards you - and I open them. Your eyes travel up my thighs to where the gusset of those sensible panties are stretched tight over warm, most flesh. I sense you wanting to jump onto the bed and begin to lap at me. I wag a finger at you, then pull the panties to one side. You probably suspected that I shaved down there; well now you know for certain.

Then a truly dirty thought hits me, and I ask you to pass me my guitar. Wordlessly you watch as I take this different kind of horn... I grab the head of the guitar and pull the glossy lacquered wood up to me and into me, then set about making myself come with the hard horn of the guitar pressing into my cunt. Slowly at first, then faster, faster, the noises and the language becoming louder and dirtier with each thrust I make the guitar perform. The musical term for that kind of tempo increase is normally "accellerando", but you know here and now that it's really "fuck".

The show had me so worked up that it doesn't take much effort to get me off, and you're utterly captivated as I make myself come. For you. You try to seek out my eyes, but I've closed them, turned my face to the ceiling and shoved my tits out as far as I can. The orgasm overwhelms me and you hear me grunting obscenities over the sound of guitar horn moving wetly in the folds of my pussy.

I look across, drained. I gesture for you to take the guitar, nodding towards the stand that I set up before I set off to the gig. You put it in, initially a little unsure where the plastic coated arms support it, but you soon get it right. I'm smiling at your efforts when you turn back. I can see you want to say something, anything to get onto that bed with me, but that you're not quite sure what that should be. So I take pity on you. Smiling, I refer back to the words I was shouting out a few seconds before.

"What bit of 'yes, yes, fuck me now' don't you understand?"

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Friday, May 31st 2019
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Frilly Panties and the Pervy Neighbour
Hello Everyone,

As you've probably noticed ... I do adore role play games! I probably should say that I actually adore certain role play games, because there are certain things that I won't do, but you can be assured if it is on the Lorna list I will be more than happy to act things out with you. For instance I genuinely have lost count of the lusted-after aunties or best friends mothers I have played, and the names that some guys like me to use while we're doing it. You'd be surprised how many men tell me they love me while they are coming, only calling me something else. One chap told me he couldn't believe that he was fucking his Auntie Janet as he thrust vigorously into me doggy style (a position I am always fond of!). He was pretty bloody good at it, actually, and I closed my eyes and drifted off into a little fantasy of my own as he had me with the result that we had a simultaneous orgasm, which is always nice when that happens!

Age play can be a bit trickier, of course, but as a mature lady there is little danger of me being taken for anyone of illegal age. Instead of playing someone who is young, I put myself into the persona of someone who is inexperienced and work from that. And when I say someone who is inexperienced, I don't have to work too hard at it - I just go back into my own past, to a time before I was quite as experienced as I am now!

As a blossoming younger woman, I was actually rather keen to find out what it was that my body was trying to get me to do, but the opportunity to do so very rarely presented itself! I remember one evening in particular when a boy I really fancied turned up at the door while my parents were away at a dinner, but at the time we both had an attack of being sensible, and my cherry remained untouched!

In the days and weeks that followed our encounter, I embroidered it as I thought it through and relived it. The time they were due back was originally not fixed, but in my fantasy I knew I was left to my own devices until midnight, with all that that entailed! In real life both my would-be suitor and I were keen, but scared witless at the prospect of being discovered. In my fantasy I was keener than he was, and eager to drop hints that would lead him - and me! - into discovering the promised land! For my fantasy I had already got into nightwear when my boyfriend came calling, and I teased him with the sight of my body in the delicate pink and frilly outfit.

My boobs have filled out over the years, but even at the time of his visit I had a figure that would definitely reward an exploring hand. Misbehaving young boys already knew how soft and full my breasts were to the touch (though one or two also found out how hard the palm of my hand felt!) My teenage self, seemed to find it quite ok to wear a low-cut top, teasing my male caller with the sight of the milky white flesh of a cleavage I carelessly displayed. No, not carelessly, it was more carefully displayed! I knew that boys had penises that got hard, and I wanted to see my young body having that effect on him, to know that he wanted to fuck me, even though I had never really experienced that.

I draw a line in the sand for that fantasy - he was allowed to kiss and fondle me, but full sex was out, at least until I was engaged! But sometimes, when the hormones were raging, I imagined the way my boyfriend would come in when invited. Would you have been brave enough to do that, I wonder? You might sit with me in an assured and adult way, talking sensibly on the surface, but alert to the possibilities of the evening. You would drink in the sight of firm young breasts, then gaze steadily at the way those frilly pink panties clung so tightly to my young arse as I bent down to select something to watch, taking ages as I pretended to make the decision I had already made two hours before, wiggling in a way that I knew would drive you to insanity and an erection. You might pick up on the adult nature of my choice of movie for us and gradually wear down my reluctance. There would come a moment when you knew I was up for it, and you wanted me to know that you were too - a timeless second where you lock glances with me, then reach across, trying to disguise the nervous tremor in your arm as you take hold of my left breast. We say nothing out loud, but you've just told me you plan to fuck me, and the longer I let you keep your hand there the more you know I plan to let you.

Scarcely believing your luck - I know you've wanted me for ages! - you move your hand down my body and press your fingers to my pussy. I gasp, then you jump a little, but you can tell from the way I squirm and open my legs slightly that tonight you will. You're not very delicate, because I am always so much more tender when I do this to myself, but the thrill of knowing a boy's hand is doing this makes up for that, and I push towards you a little as your finger enters me. I try to show you how I do this, but the thrill of knowing a male touch there for the first time gets to me. I turn my back and slip my panties down, bending over to press the cheeks of my bum towards you. You hold a hand out to me, then spin me so I'm sitting on your crotch, the strange sensation of an erect penis so close, so close to me, soon to be closer?

You finger me some more, and as one hand holds my breast the other works on my pussy, making me wetter and wetter than I have ever been before. There is a sweet half-smile of triumph as I move away, lie back on the sofa then - for the first time - open my legs to a lover. You are eager but tender, and I cry a little as I feel you enter me and begin to move inside me.

We are young and inexperienced, and there is still the nagging feeling that we might be interrupted at any moment, but the feelings of our love-making are still powerfully pleasurable, and you do manage to give me an orgasm. I cry a little more and you aren't sure what to do, but then I tell you it's alright (you're not to know that the pill is sometimes prescribed for reasons that aren't always to do with contraception!) and so you carry on, hoping that the sobs and gasps are not bad, until your young cock can't take any more and you push in deep and stop moving as for the first time you put your semen in the place it is supposed to go.

We both lie there as we get our breath back. You're perhaps wondering if you'll tell your mates, I'm wondering if my dad will know the girl he left behind is now a woman. We dress and watch the film to the end, then with both of us feeling awkward, we agree that you should probably go. I kiss you on the cheek as we say goodnight, and watch as you walk down the street.

Well, it never happened that way in real life, but sometimes I wish it did! Perhaps you do too? Would you like to have been the first boy to fuck Lorna Blu?

Silly question - every man loves a virgin!


Have a happy and relaxing weekend


Love Lorna Blu xxx


ps Don't forget to watch the video which goes with this blog and the photos - it's horny as hell!


Friday, May 24th 2019
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Irresistible Mother-in-Law
Hello Everyone,

There are many ways of achieving sexual satisfaction. Not all of them are what you or I might think of as sex, but they have an intimacy, a sense of sharing in sensations and often - but not always! - a release of tension that gives pleasure to the participants. I'm going to illustrate this with a story about a man I will call Peter, and to try to get across the sense of pleasure that we both got from a meeting, I'm going to talk to you as if you were him.

You're a little younger than me, young enough to make the age difference a matter of interest. I think perhaps you think of me as a naughty aunty, or a mother-in-law who inspires certain longings in you. You probably feel that the world wouldn't understand your feelings for me, but you can't help but feel them. Perhaps this is what stops you from following through with your desires, but it's plain that I feature in your fantasies! Plain enough for me to notice you and the effect I have on you; plain enough for me to join in with the fantasy, without taking things too far.

I've come to visit you a little unexpectedly, Peter. I can tell you're a little flustered that I am here, but I know you, and I know your heart will be racing that bit faster because I am here. We've known each other so long that I can be very comfortable around you, and I can be close and friendly, and not read too much into the awkwardness that seems to afflict you when I am there.

Men who didn't know me as well as you do would be more impressed by my choice of clothes - a bright red top, almost scarlet, cut close and low on my body. I see your eyes lingering on my cleavage, but I say nothing about it, though I am a little amused when I catch you trying to look at my breasts without letting me see. The skirt is short enough that it might make other men wonder if I am wearing tights or stockings. You know I wear stockings, because you have seen them in the past (when I have accidentally shown them to you!) and because I talk to you - quite innocently, of course - about the feel of them and the effect they have on others.

I sit down on the sofa near you, and chatter lightly. I have brought some fruit for lunch, and I tell you about a diet I have heard about, where it is important to chew each mouthful slowly and deliberately, rather than rush into eating food too quickly. I tell you I have heard somewhere that it is important to get the taste of the food up front, and I ask you to help me by watching me eat. The banana is a wonderful foodstuff, Peter, and I get you to watch as I peel it, then rung my tongue gently over the soft surface of the fruit. You are doing me a favour, I say, as I take the end of the banana into my mouth, and move it gently to and fro between my lips. I smile at you, and tease you by looking into your eyes as I bite into the soft white flesh. The banana yields, and I put down the portion I held in my hand, and slowly chew the part that is in my mouth.

'It seems to have come off in my mouth,' I tell you, 'that happens to me so many times, you know.'
You watch, fascinated, as I chew.
'I think I've had it in my mouth for long enough,' I tell you, 'would you be very offended if I swallowed?' You look a little nervous, but spellbound. You nod, and I take it down. I look at the radio in the room, and tell you I'd like to hear the news. You push the button. But it isn't the news; instead there is the slow, seductive throb of a bassline designed to get hips moving.
'Oh, I haven't heard this for so long!' I say, and move slowly towards you, arms outstretched.

'Dance with me?'

It's is more of a command than a request. I take your hands and put them on my hips, then sway closer. I feared your hands might leave my body but they don't; you're breathing deeply as I stand in front of you, and though you seem a little unsure you let me put my hands to your head, then pull you close to me. I feel the muscles in your neck relax, and the side of your face comes to rest gently on my bosom. I let you listen to my heart for a moment, so you can hear for yourself that this intimate moment is having an effect on me too!

I am a little scared that I may break the spell, but your head stays there as I reach down below, and slowly undo your trousers. Your head doesn't move as I ease them from your hips, but I see the way you make sure you keep your pants on as you step out of your trousers. I gently move you to the sofa, then press you back to sit. You are my plaything; I look into your eyes as I lift my breasts out of the bright red top, and see you fascinated at how hard the large brown nipples are.

'Why don't you see how they feel in your mouth?' I say, and cradle your head to my body, your mouth exploring each of them in turn. I gasp a little as you bite, and you pull back a little - it's not as painful for me as you seem to think. I lean closer, pressing the fleshy globe into your mouth and over your nose. I see the swell of my bosom sealing your mouth and nose, and it seems to me you'd be quite happy to never breathe again as long as my breast is there. You pull back, and I put my mouth to yours. A delicate kiss, enough to let you know you could, if you want. Then, just to prove the point, I surprise you. You are sitting, I am standing, but almost before you know what is happening I have bent down in front of you. My hand is searching inside your boxers, and when it finds what it was looking for my head dips quickly.
I don't know what you were expecting me to do, but your penis is in my mouth before you can say a word. I make a low purring sound, letting the warm, soft lips vibrate gently over your length, doing to you what I did to the banana a few seconds earlier. The sensation of a man growing from softness to stiffness in my mouth is something I treasure. We won't do it today, but it will happen sometime, if you wish. As quickly as I had pounced I stand up, and move to sit gently on your lap.

'I hope you don't think my mouth is dirty for doing that,' I say, 'though I have been told it can be dirty for other reasons. At least, that is what a new friend of mine called Jenny said recently.'
'Tell me more.'
You have hardly spoken up till now. I take something of a chance on this next story.

'We met one evening in a bar, not all that far from here,' I begin. 'I could tell she was looking for something. Perhaps her first time with a woman? Whatever it was, she was very attractive, and at the same time a little reticent. A very hot combination, you know, desire and naivety. I love those kind of meetings! Knowing I am going to be her first...'

I rock on your lap, Peter. Without my panties and your boxers you and I would probably be making love by now, but let's not rush into things! I feel gentle stirrings as I tell you how I took her out into the night, held her head to my breast just the way I have done with you, then gently got her to open her mouth for her first lesbian kiss. I tell you of the eager sounds she makes as my tongue goes in, and the way she moves from surprise to resistance to enthusiasm, all in the space of a few seconds. She is panting heavily when she comes up for air, and moves her hands over my body, squeezing my tits then clumsily reaching between my legs. I describe how I kissed her gently, to let her know it was OK, then showed her what to do. Your head goes to one side, Peter, as I tell you what I told her -
'I want you to touch my pussy, but you must do it gently. Here, this finger first...'
I take your hand Peter, then guide your index finger to rest between my pussy lips.
'and push gently. You'll feel them open. You'll feel I am wet. Your finger will slip inside quite easily...'
It does. You look at me, delighted, amazed. I close my eyes and make a noise. You're concerned, but you don't need to be. Once again it isn't pain.
'When a woman is this wet you can use more fingers. Try a second.'
Your middle finger enters me as well. I smile, and begin to ride them.
'Push deeper. All the way in.' He does. I say that is what she did as well. I tell him of the look of pleasure on her face as she fingered me, and the flood of liquid that built up on her hand as she worked on my body.
'You're a natural,' I say, 'getting me so wet. I love the feel of your fingers in my cunt. Now make me come!'

You can't tell if I am talking to you or to Jenny, but your fingers curl and press and move inside me all the same, and in seconds I feel that sensation starting to build.
'Suck on my nipples, Peter, I'm close!'
You know to be gentle - but not too gentle! - and the pain melts into the feeling of warmth spreading out from your hand. One final dirty phrase,
'Go on, rub that cunt!'
And I put my head back and come. I feel warmth on my thighs, and open my eyes to see that you have come too, shiny, silvery liquid quivering in puddles where the suspender belt clips into the black nylon. I kiss you on the cheek and tell you you're very naughty. You look a little shocked, but I reassure you.

'You know, you could have done that inside me. Next time maybe?'
You look a little unsure. Oh, there will be a next time, I am certain. I have the rest of my story with Jenny to tell you for one thing. But I get the feeling that perhaps you're happy to keep things just the way they are. And with the way you just made me come, Peter, I wouldn't complain at that!

Have a great Bank Holiday Weekend!

Lots of love,

Lorna Blu xxx
Friday, May 17th 2019
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Pussy in Boots
Hello Everyone,

I sometimes get asked what I think is the biggest turn-on. I think people expect me to say something like satin, or leather, or warm oil being rubbed into hot skin, or warm water or tying a guy up and doing whatever I want with him - basically whatever the person asking me would like it to be (and I'm including you in that list, Steve, even though I know you'd be happy for it to be any of those!) but it's not really that that gets me going. They can all be very erotic in their own right, of course, but the thing I find most arousing boils down to one, twelve-letter word.

Anticipation.

Anticipation is key to great sex, I find! In the same way that just the right degree of hunger turns a good meal into a great dining experience, the right degree of anticipation makes that moment when you can't hold back any longer and all you can do is orgasm so much more intense. I like to have facts to back up my theories, so let me tell you about a first-time meeting with a guy not too far from me. He told me he has this really lovely garden, so I naturally thought it might be nice to do some photographs there. He was quite happy for that, but warned me that his photos might not turn out the way I would like. I said it was ok, told him my camera was fairly foolproof and with that in mind we wandered outside and before long he was working like a pro with me!

Now, about the anticipation. He had booked me a long while in advance, which meant he was obviously keen to see me, so there was anticipation in that sense. I found him quite attractive (what makes a guy attractive is a whole long story in itself, so I won't go into details here!) and I was looking forward to sex with him. So there was anticipation in that sense. And there was the unspoken knowledge between us that we would be getting very intimate together, a sense of something beyond just fucking, that makes for a quite arousing experience for me. If you like, this kind of first time lets me wonder what it is he likes, what it is he thinks I might like, and how good it will be to do stuff together.

When I get into that frame of mind I think it comes across in my face! More than one guy has said this to me, that they see a kind of knowing expression on my face and just know that I'm thinking of sex. I think my new friend must have been quite perceptive, because only a couple of photos into our impromptu session he stopped and said,

'Penny for your thoughts?'
I smiled a little at him and he corrected himself saying,
'Actually, a penny for those thoughts there. They look a little dirtier!'
I giggled a little and he stopped and looked at me quite intently, his eyes running up and down my body.
'I don't think I need to be much of a mind reader to work out what you're thinking,' I said, 'but tell me anyway.'
'If you want to know, I was just thinking how well it just works with you, Lorna.'

He was quite close to me, but even so in trying not to be overheard by the neighbours while he discussed his love life his voice dropped low, so I had to strain a little to work out what he was saying. We got a little closer together and the intimacy got my anticipation going. Hopefully his too!

'So, what do you mean by works?'

'Well, I know we'll be going up to my bedroom soon,' he said, 'but I was just looking at your outfit and thinking how good you looked. I quite like the leather, and the jacket is cut close enough to emphasise your figure without screaming about a fetish look. Your top hugs your boobs nicely - something I'm looking forward to doing myself! - and I just love the way those curved straps just say "I want you to notice my tits" without being too extreme. Throw in a lovely colourful patterned skirt and, last but not least...those lovely long grey boots. Damn, I forgot the stockings. Those too. The whole thing just works, makes me want to fuck you right now. You're like Pussy in Boots!'

I picked up particularly on that playful name and the last but one item on his list, as I hadn't been sure whether to wear the boots that seemed to be having such an effect on him. By this stage I was sitting on a bench that went round the base of one of his trees, so I stretched my legs out and smoothed wrinkles out of the thigh-high grey suede.

'So you like these, do you?'
I purred, then went on,
'Better than these?'

I reached inside my top to expose my breasts, the nipples surprisingly firm for what was quite a warm day. I lifted them, one hand under each, and offered my tits to the camera for its (and your!) enjoyment. He clicked the shutter as I shed the jacket, then started pulling bra and panties to one side for the more revealing shots. I could tell he was getting worked up by this point!

'Bloody hell, Lorna, I've got a problem now. In a few minutes we're going to go indoors and have sex for the first time, and I don't know what I want to do first!'

I took my panties off, peeling the black fabric past the heel of one grey boot, then the other, then lay back, opening my legs to him.

'Would you like missionary? I could cross my legs behind your bum to pull you deep into my pussy as we fuck.'

He gulped a little. I sat up and turned over, pushing my bottom towards the camera.
'Or perhaps you would like to take me doggy style? I like the way a cock inside me that way round stretches things nicely...'
He licked his lips. I could tell what he was dying to say, hardly daring to in case I refused him.
'Or perhaps...?'
'Perhaps!'

I smiled as I said that, and saw how he almost came in his pants! I don't usually, but sometimes, when the urge takes me, I do! I wiggled my bottom to let him know that perhaps I would indeed be willing this time, then I turned to face him, kneeling like a predator in front of him.

'Or would you rather let my mouth...? '

I looked up at him, thankful that I had made sure I had on the bright red lipstick that was fascinating him. Poor thing, he really looked as if he didn't know where to begin.

'Might I make a suggestion?' I said, then got to my feet and moved to stand in front of him. The hand with the camera in dropped to his side, and I put the palms of my hands flat on his chest and looked up into his eyes.

'I know this is your first time with me, and you want it to be special. One way of doing that would be to make it very special for me as well, by doing something I haven't really done before. Would you do that for me?'

His head came down so our foreheads touched. I don't think he could see me, but I blinked a couple of times , then put my head back to bring our mouths closer together. I put my hand round the back of his neck, then opened my mouth and French kissed him, deeply. I felt him startle at first, but then he relaxed, and just let my tongue play inside his mouth a little. I let the kiss take its course, then pulled away just enough to whisper to him.

'If you trust me, I would like to do something with you that I don't think I have done with any man. Do you trust me?'
He nodded. I smiled and we French kissed again. This time it was his turn to use his tongue. He was good!

'One thing,' I said, 'I'd like to film this if you'll let me? Don't worry, I'll blur you out!' I think he'd have handed over the keys of his rather expensive sports car if I wanted him to, but I'm not like that. Besides, I had something much more exciting in mind!

Have a great Weekend!

Stay Horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxxxx
Saturday, May 11th 2019
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Silk Scarf
Hi Everyone,

I’ve just added some new photos to my gallery. I’d like to let you know that I have a special offer on my photos this week … 3 months access to my private gallery for £10 instead of the usual £15.

The colour white is something intended to signify ideas such as purity and innocence, so In many ways it is more than a little ironic that it is so popular with many of my fans! Of course there is white and there is white; the outfit itself is clearly part of the equation, as are the two important points of any item of clothing - what it reveals and what it displays.

A few years back I treated myself to a lovely white silk scarf which, apart from giving a nice luxurious feel on my skin has the added benefit of being translucent - sheer to the touch, and practically see-through under the right lighting conditions. It has played its part in many a seductive moment. One of my friends sees it as an indicator that I am in the mood for love, and moans a little when I get it out, knowing that he's going to be on the receiving end of a good time in the very near future! But not everyone picks up on it, as the incident I am going to tell you about shows.

A few months back I was doing some photos with a new acquaintance. Now my frequent readers will know I do many photos by myself, but over the years I have also come to know quite a few photographers. These are men - mostly! - whose work varies from the delightfully subtle to the blatantly explicit, and depending on my mood I have used most of them at one time or another. But there are always times when I need some photos at short notice, given that I always like to keep my profile here nicely up to date. This was how Martin came into the picture.

Now Martin is a mature chap, around about my age, but he does not strike me as what I would call a man of the world. Polite and well spoken, there is definitely something of the gentleman of the old school about him, and although he worked quickly and professionally with me I sensed a certain aloofness in his approach. Or perhaps it was shyness; although he said he was comfortable doing material up to glamour level, he seemed slightly embarrassed as I removed more clothes than I think he was expecting!

Ironically enough the conversation was quite strait-laced throughout the session. We spoke mostly about the foreign journeys we each had made. He was not long back from Africa, where he had been on a wildlife photo safari and in turn I told him that I had been to a middle-eastern trip to spend some time with a very good friend, though I didn't go into too details about how good a friend (OK, lover!) my host was. I mentioned that I was expected to cover my hair when we went to certain places, and I went a little further, telling him that although the general idea was to have a modest appearance, it was still perfectly possible to convey a sense that was not completely modest! I had my white silk scarf with me, and showed him how I had arranged it to just that effect. I passed the scarf quickly over my head and around my neck, then lowered my head and looked up into his eyes, hinting at an enigmatic smile as I did so.

The effect was most intriguing! I saw him looking at me for quite some time, barely moving, then as if he had suddenly remembered why he was there he raised the camera and clicked a couple of shots. I got the distinct impression he was blushing, or at least doing his best not to, and the teasing part of Lorna latched onto that right away!

My posing, which up till that point had been smiley rather than seductive, became more overtly sexual. I leaned back against the wall, breathing deep to emphasise the swell of my boobs. I made more eye contact, I showed more thigh, and most of all I made sure he saw just how neatly my stockings fitted, then moved to the bed and leaned over to show him just what a hard job my white brassiere was having to keep my breasts modest! I know it was naughty of me to tease him like that, but as I looked over I could see the effect I was having on him through the swelling in the crotch of his trousers. I decided to up the stakes a little.

'Is it OK if we do some semi-nude stuff?' I asked innocently. Well, not exactly innocently! 'Sure!' he said, trying to take it in his stride. I left the room for a moment, to deposit my bra and my panties where they wouldn't sneak into shot, and walked back into the room with the scarf covering my torso. The zip on his trousers was still suffering a little, and I made sure that things stayed that way. I think there was a look of relief at first when he saw the scarf covered up a lot of skin, but then I went and spoiled it for him.

'Can you answer a question about the light, Martin?'

'Sure, if I can.'

Is it better to have the light on this from in front or behind, please? I'd like it so my boobs show through the fabric quite clearly.'

It turned out that backlight did the trick, provided I held the scarf quite close to the bodily parts in question! We did quite a few more shots, ranging from "peek-a-boo" to "come and get it!", although even the shots of my posing on the bed, with my lovely neat pink nails parting my lovely neat pink pussy lips got him to do anything more than gulp and flush slightly as he clicked the shutter again and again. I wondered perhaps if he was not of the right persuasion, but then realised the erection he so clearly had was a bit of a give-away!

In the end I decided not to push too far this time round. I started behaving a little more decorously, got back to some more tasteful shots, then the shoot sort of wound down to a natural conclusion at a sensible time for me, as it happened. I dressed, packed up my bags, and after a little more polite chit-chat I took my leave of him and walked down to where I had left the car.

Naughty Lorna hadn't gone away completely, though! I set off but only drove round the corner for as few hundred yards before pulling into the side. I gave him a couple of minutes, then dialled his number. It's always difficult to say when you're calling from a mobile, but I got the definite impression he took a while to answer, and I started thinking of reasons why that might be the case!

'Martin? It's Lorna!'

'Hello? Lorna? Oh yes, Lorna, hi, long time no see!'

He had recovered well, I thought, but there was a definite breathlessness to his voice. Slow to answer the phone and breathless. I had a pretty good idea what had been going after I left his house!

'Sorry to bug you, Martin, but I think I might have left my white scarf with you, can you have a look?'

'Sure, does it have to be right away, only I'm... putting things away and stuff.'

I now had a clear image of exactly what he was putting away and just how sticky it might be (or was about to be!) so I decided to let him off the hook and signed off with a subtle double meaning.

'No, that's fine. Why don't you hang onto it for next time?'

'Next time?'

'Of course! I've had a lovely time shooting with you. I'd like to think you enjoyed yourself too!'

'Oh, yes, of course, it's has been a ball!'

'I hoped you'd say that! It won't be straight away, but in a few days, maybe? I think now we've broken the ice and know how we both work, we could get into the flow of things again without too much trouble. And I think you'll really enjoy shooting with me and what I have in mind for a follow-up. Have you ever been to Japan?'

'No, not yet, no. But I'd like to... experience it someday.'

'Mmm ... well, let's see what we can do. Right, must dash, it sounds as if you have stuff to do there and I have something important I need to attend to. I'll be in touch!'

I was tempted to masturbate in the car at the thought of just how much he had wanted me, but the road was a little too busy for that. You can be sure I definitely got home very quickly, though! And the Japan shoot? That is another story...

Have a great weekend!

Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx
  

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