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Friday, February 7th 2020

Burns Night

Hello,

It was Burns Night again recently and this time round I decided to head off to a venue not far from me that has been getting some nice reviews since it changed hands last year. I decided I'd go for this lovely, white look. I hope you like it!

A few days before the night out I decided I should do a few solo photos with it on. Sometimes I can feel a little self-conscious, but for some reason this time round I just got into the mood right away! It helped that one of my regular email contacts got in touch with me to suggest I should give what he called "virginal white" a try. I think perhaps "virginal" is pushing it a little, but he did have a point with something he wrote - there's nothing like the appearance of purity to set the scene for some downright dirty goings-on!

I won't go into too much detail as to what he said, but the shots of me standing by the wall are probably getting him unzipping right now! I know he fantasised about us being so turned on during an evening out that we just have to find a little alleyway so he could push me up against a wall, lift the hem of my skirt, pull my panties to one side and take me there and then. Perhaps I need to offer that as a special role-play, I can think of at least one customer who would really enjoy it! Might you be another?

When we have finished our urgent business, we would walk back to his place, maybe pausing from time to time so we could get some deep kissing done, to keep us in the mood! I'm thinking warmer nights for this, incidentally, as I like the idea of having just this dress on, without the need for a thick, cold-weather coat to keep the chill off my body. The plus side of that is it makes my boobs nice and accessible. I know many a man who is really turned on by the thought of cupping my full, natural breasts as he explores my willing mouth with his tongue. Do you want to know the best part? So am I!

So we get through the front door, and I order him - or should I say you? - to relax while I slip out of something less comfortable. Oh, the dress is lovely, don't get me wrong, but I want to see the expression on your face as I sit on your chair, then teasingly slip down straps, lift up my hem (this time in a place with enough light for you to see my naked flesh more clearly) and generally do my best to bring you to a state of lovely, firm anticipation.

Speaking of anticipation ,perhaps it was just as well I was by myself when I did this shoot, I'm not sure I could have trusted myself with a photographer there. I remember feeling deliciously wanton as I lay back with my legs wide open, and again as I crouched over the chair, face-down, pulling my cheeks apart to give you a choice of two destinations for your... anyway, it was about that time that the thoughts of what might happen got the better of my, and my fingers did some walking, leading to a very pleasant and deep climax.

Now I started this post with a mention of Burns Night, and I've ended up telling you how I had to bring myself off at the thought of what might happen. It's now February, so obviously Burns Night has come and gone, and you're probably wondering what *did* happen that night. Well, I went off to dinner alone, and in due course I went home alone, but there is a story to tell about that evening, as I met up with a couple I haven't seen for many years...

After the way things had turned out over the last couple of Burns Nights, I was rather looking forward to a nice evening out without too many goings-on. In fact, things got off to a very promising start as everybody was milling around in the public bar of a nice venue not that far from my house, waiting to be called through to dinner, when I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned round to see a face I never expected to.

'Lorna?'

'Caroline? Good God! What are you doing here?'

'Paul and I are having a short break. What are you doing here?'

'Er, I live round here!'

'Really? Sorry, guess that's what happens when you lose touch! Are you still with....?'

'Oh God, no!'

(Nor another three or four she wouldn't know about, I thought!)

A bit of history is in order here, I think. I first met Caroline shortly after we had left school, and we went on to work together at a caravan and camping site not that far from where we lived. The site owner used to like employing youngsters, mostly I think because it meant he could keep the wages bill down and he didn't have to keep anyone on for too long. But anyway, for a while Caroline and I were inseparable, and then things changed. As it happened, Paul was probably the main reason. He and I had gone out together, in a not very serious way, for a couple of months while we were at school, and though I dumped him for something I really can't remember, he still hung around me when he could. In fact I think he got a job at the site to be near me, originally, but then he met Caroline and all of a sudden he only had eyes for her, and vice versa. I could understand things from his point of view, because Caroline always was a stunner. Not so easy to explain the attraction for her, though; I always used to think she could do much better than him. But he must have done something right, because here they were as a couple so many years later, and about to go into the dining room.

'You must join us!' said Caroline, the manager said he would fit the two of us in somewhere, I'm sure there'll be room for you on our table. Unless there's someone else you'd rather be sitting with...?'

She seemed to be trying to get information out of me, and looked pleased when I said I was just there on my own. Paul, in contrast, seemed a little more stand-offish, but I thought I caught him giving me sideways glances. The table that Caroline had indeed been fitted in, in an alcove a little away from the main body of the room.

'Good!' said Caroline, 'It'll keep the noise of the poetry down a bit!'

'Are you not a Burns fan, then?' I asked, puzzled, 'only it seems a bit odd to be here if you're not!'

'Ah, ' said Paul, 'Robbie's birthday isn't the only thing that happened on the 25th. It's our anniversary, you see.'

'Yes,' said Caroline, 'next year's our Coral anniversary, Paul has said he'll take me to Australia to visit the Great Barrier Reef. This one we decided we're kind of treating ourselves here. And then we run into you, which is a treat in itself, isn't it darling?'

Paul gave a slightly uncertain smile as his wife nudged him. In the meantime I tried to remember what I knew about anniversaries.

'Coral? Isn't that twenty...'

'Thirty-five,' said Paul.

I suddenly felt rather old, and my jaw genuinely dropped. Caroline laughed, then surprised me in two ways. First by reaching across and tenderly lifting my chin, and secondly by saying,

'Careful, Lorna! Paul will get all sorts of naughty ideas if you leave your mouth open like that.'

That seemed to provoke a little sideways glare from Paul at his wife, and I got a hint that not all was sweetness and light. However the first course arrived, accompanied by a very fine bottle of wine, and the air got a little more relaxed. Well, when I say a little more relaxed, that was mostly Caroline and me. Paul was much more careful. I think he had one glass out of that first bottle, and seemed to be carefully topping it up at intervals when the second arrived as Caroline and I discussed old times and caught up with what had been going on in our lives since. Well, not everything, of course. I didn't want to scare her!

In the background there were recitations of poetry (not all of which sounded authenticallyScottish, accent-wise), occasional bursts of bagpipe music and general chatter. The overall effect was that things were not too loud, so we could chatter quite easily without having to shout over the noise, but we were far enough away from the general crowd that nobody could listen in to what we were on about. This came in quite handy when we were talking about some of the guests we had to deal with on the camp site in the old days, but even more so when Paul excused himself to visit the bathroom after dessert. Almost as soon as he was gone Caroline's bubbly demeanour vanished, and she became more serious looking.

'Can I ask you something? Something a little... intimate?'

'Sure,' I said. I was going to add something a little humorous, but something about the way she said it changed my mind for me.

'Paul and you...I mean, I know you went out together for a while, but did you ever...?'

'Did we ever.... Oh. Have sex, do you mean?'

I had decided to play it as straight as Caroline did. I looked straight at her, half-smiling. She blushed a little, and put her head down for a moment, then looked back up and nodded.

'Well, not exactly...'

I hesitated a second, unsure what to say about this to the man's wife. I decided to try and keep it brief.

'We messed around a bit,' I said, matter-of-factly, 'there was a lot of kissing, a fair amount of groping - he would never pass up the opportunity to feel my boobs, for instance - but we never had full sex, if that's what you're asking me.'

Caroline grinned.

'He has always been something off a boobs man, you're right! Did you ever do anything...I mean did you let him...when you say groping, did you...?'

I got a little impatient that she was trying to say something without saying it, so I just whispered,

'Oh come on Caroline, spit it out!'

Then watched as she put her head down and had a fit of giggles. I thought back to her comment about leaving my mouth open and the penny dropped.

'Are you asking, did I ever give him a blow job?'

She was still laughing silently, but I saw her head go up and down as she nodded. I waited for her to calm down a little. After a few seconds, she looked up at me. I put my head on one side a little, trying to look sympathetic, then gave her another plain answer.

'No, I never did. I wasn't really keen on that idea when I was younger. I'm pretty sure he was though! In fact...'

My voice tailed off as I remembered one particular evening. Was it our last date...? Caroline's whisper brought me out of a little moment of reflection.

'Go on?'

'I was just trying to remember. We'd gone to the pictures. The usual back row stuff. I remember him putting his arm round my shoulder and trying to get my head down there, then him pushing a bit. I told him I wasn't happy and he stopped. We watched the film a bit longer, then he kissed me and that was OK, and then he asked if I would. Suck him off, I mean. I kissed him back and put my hand in his lap, perhaps to make up for earlier on? I said I didn't want to rush into that, and just gave his cock a quick squeeze, then said maybe I would some day. The next thing I remember is him making this odd moaning noise and groping my boob really hard. I realised I must have made him come, because I could feel the sticky patch on his trousers. I pulled my hand away and just sat upright next to him.'

'So you didn't? There never was a "some day"?'

I shook my head.

'At the time I wasn't keen on the idea of putting my mouth round something a man pees through, so I never did. I think he felt a bit uncomfortable about what happened, and we kind of drifted apart. And then you came along and he never looked back!'

Caroline smiled a little ruefully, so I decided to try asking something a little intimate in return.

'So, did you make his dreams come true?'

'In what way?'

'Come on, Caroline, are you really telling me you have never sucked him off?'

She fell silent.

'I never liked the idea. We have quite a lively sex life, don't get me wrong, but there are certain limits for me. I will kiss him down there, and sometimes let him put it into my mouth, but not for any length of time. In case, you know...?'

I nodded. Obviously it wasn't my view, but I felt anything I might say would probably come across as nagging. And judging by the earlier little exchange she already got enough of that from her husband. I felt a little conflicted. Paul was someone I did once wonder might be the man to take my virginity, and I had always really liked Caroline as a best mate. In fact sometimes in those formative years I used to wonder what it would be like to snuggle up with her. And now, after all these years, they were out for a romantic meal to make their anniversary special, and it sounded as if an old sticking point was about to rear its head once more. If only there was some way I could make it all better. Well, I could certainly think of one way, but it wasn't the kind of relationship counselling you normally read about. On the other hand it was something of a speciality of mine! I smiled to myself, then wondered how to engineer things to bring it about. I looked across at Caroline. She seemed interested in my change of expression.

'You look pleased with something,' she said, 'care to share it with me?'

'You know, that's the very thing that I had in mind!' I said.

She looked intrigued. I picked up my glass and held it out towards her. She clinked hers against it and we both drank. Paul came back to the table, saw Caroline's puzzled expression and my slightly triumphant one and said,

'Well now, it looks like to me as if you two have been conspiring. Not planning anything about me, I hope?'

'In a manner of speaking,' I said.

'I can't leave you two together for a minute, can I?'

'Actually, you'll have to, and it will probably take a bit longer than that. But I think you'll find it will all be worthwhile!'

I could see he had caught the same confusion as Caroline. Paul was about to sit down, but I felt I needed to move things along and strike while the iron was hot, so I stood and said, in my best "little innocent me" voice,

'Shall we go?'

Two minutes later we were walking through the car park, me leading while the almost happy couple tagged along behind me.

'Are you OK to drive, Paul? Only I think I may have had a little too much,' I called over my shoulder. He muttered something I didn't quite catch, but I guessed what it might be.

'Back to your place,' I said, 'if that's OK? I think I need to have a little coaching session with Caroline here.'

I made her sit in the back seat with me, and put my hand on hers. It was only a short distance to their rented place, but that wasn't the reason for the awkward silence. I was fairly sure I could bring things to a satisfactory conclusion, if I played my cards right. Paul drew up at the house and we all got out. I still held Caroline's hand as we walked to the door, but I put my free hand on his shoulder as he looked for the key. He turned towards me slightly. I touched his cheek, then put my hand flat on his chest, before slowly but deliberately sliding it down to the crotch of his trousers, where I cupped my fingers around a cock that took little encouragement to spring into life. I knew how to get his full attention!

'Please, Paul, trust me on this. I want to have a few minutes alone with your wife, just to have a woman-to-woman talk with her. And then...'

I left the rest unsaid. In truth I didn't know exactly how things would happen, but I was sure they would be more likely with me there than not. We went into the house - little more than a one-bedroom flat, but fine for a romantic break, I thought - and all it needed was the spark! I had a quick glance around then gently but firmly ordered Paul to sit in the lounge.

'Caroline and I need a little while alone together,' I said, 'But don't worry, we won't forget about you. We'll call you when the time is right!'

I gently pushed Caroline through the bedroom door with a hand in the small of her back, then closed the door behind us. My friend's confusion had not gone away.

'OK, what now?'

'Just as I told Paul,' I said, 'You and I are going to have a little, gentle, woman-to-woman chat.'

'Oh. I see.'

I could tell she didn't quite get it, so I added,

'In that bed. Are you OK undressing, or do you want me to do it for you?'
I have seen the reaction I got from Caroline before. For her it was simply easier to go with the flow, so she didn't say anything. We both got down to some nicely provocative lingerie, hers perhaps a little more so than mine. I think she really was planning to pull out all the stops for her husband, to make it a night to remember. It was certainly turning out that way for me! I threw back the duvet, and jumped onto the bed. The bedclothes were clean, but chilly.

'Brr! Get your backside in here now, Caroline!' I said. I pulled the duvet over us, then carried on with the movement, putting my arm around her back and pulling us together, one lacy bra pressed up to another.

'OK, what now?' she said, a hint of puzzlement in her voice while trying not to laugh nervously.

'Positive reinforcement,' I said, 'It is a kind of educational technique that rewards behaviour we want, so you associate the pleasure with the task.'

'OK, I'm familiar with the idea,' she said, 'How do we do it in practice?'

'First things first,' I said, 'open your legs.'

'What?'

'I'm going to give you one or two hints and tips about oral sex, my dear. Including one killer idea that I think might make all the difference to your relationship.'

'And my legs are open because...?'

'I just told you, positive reinforcement. I'm going to finger you while I explain. I hope you pay attention!'

I don't know what Paul must have made of it from the other side of the bedroom wall. He would have heard the early creaking of the bed, possibly the whispered conversation that got more animated as we went along. Then the silences as my best mate and I made up for lost time with the French kisses I had wanted to give her as a teenager, and the ones she didn't know she wanted to give me, until all these years later. Then there were the little sighs of delight as we got more into each other, culminating in my final pieces of advice, delivered into Caroline's ear as I thrust my two middle fingers into her cunt and brought her off, and the moans and sighs as the orgasm ripped through her. I stroked the hair from her face as she lay alongside my, checking that she was willing to go through with what we had discussed. Having made sure she was sure, I threw back the duvet. She kissed me gently, then her mouth moved down to my right nipple as I called out,

'OK, Paul, we're ready for you!'

I think he must have been waiting behind the door, given how quickly it opened. There was no way of disguising the kind of thing that had been going on, if only from the look of contentment on his wife's face as she suckled at my breast .

'Hello, Paul,' I said, 'Caroline and I have had our discussion and now it's time to involve you in the next stage! Would you mind stripping off for us?'

His eyes almost bulged at the sight of his wife making love to me, her face clamped to my breast, her hand moving tenderly between my legs.

'I hope you don't mind,' I said, 'I know it's your anniversary, but your wife and I have discussed it and she says it's fine with her to overlook one of your marriage vows, seeing as it's a special occasion.'

'Marriage vows?'

Paul could see what had happened, but didn't know what might be going to happen.

'Yes, darling,' said Caroline, 'the one about "forsaking all others"? We've decided we're going to suspend that one, just long enough for you to fuck Lorna.'

'If that's OK with you, that is?' I said.

He took a step closer to the bed, his penis growing as we watched.

'I told you,' said Caroline to me, 'I think you're going to like this!'

She took hold of his erection and used it a little like a dog lead to bring him closer to us. He clambered onto the bed and she steered him between my thighs. He tried to press closer still, but she held him back for a second, just to show that he should follow her movements. She winked at him, then turned back to me, waiting. I lifted me head a little and put my tongue into her mouth. Caroline gave his cock a couple of quick strokes, then moved him closer still. When the distance between us was down to millimetres, she guided the tip of his cock along the length of my outer lips then made little, side-to-side movements to part them. When she was satisfied with her aim, she looked up at Paul and smiled, nodding gently as she reached around his buttocks, and pressed them down to push her husband's penis inside me.

His look, disbelieving, between the two of us.

'Oh come on, Paul, I think you know what to do next,' she said.

He began to move inside me, and when she was satisfied with the gorgeous, gentle rhythm he took up she went back to sucking my nipples.

We knew he wouldn't last long, but in a sense that wasn't the point. Caroline's fingers moved between my legs, seeking out the little bud down there, and having found it began to rub me. I wasn't expecting to come from this, the pleasure for my positive reinforcement would come if the next stage worked out. Paul started to move faster, his moaning and panting showing just how close he was.

'Just one thing, Paul,' I said, 'you're definitely not allowed to come inside me!'

I could see his face fall as he pressed deeper, then the look of wonderment as Caroline took her head from my breast and shuffled down my body to lie flat on my tummy, then reached down to pull him out of my pussy, then deep into the back of her mouth. She put one hand on each of his buttocks, pulling him down, as she raised her head and took as much of his cock as she could deep into her throat.

I saw his eyes flicker shut as he started to orgasm, his juice shooting out and into his wife's mouth for the first time ever. I had thought I might have to hold her there, but Caroline kept her lips clamped around the base of his cock as he ejaculated. She waited a few seconds at the end, as I had suggested - what was that after thirty-five years, though - then moved away, his semen already nestling in her stomach.

'Was I right, about it going straight down?' I asked.

She nodded, close-lipped.

'The only thing I could taste was your pussy,' she said, 'as far as I could tell! Mind you, that's the only time I've ever done that..'

Her voice tailed off, as she turned over in her mind what she had just done, and the effect it would have on their sex life from here on in.

'Well, Caroline,' I said, 'if you liked the flavour of me, perhaps you wouldn't mind seeing if you could taste me a little more please? I appear to be the only one here who hasn't come yet!'

Caroline gave me a knowing grin, then settled down to her task. I gasped a little as she kissed me there; if I didn't know better I would swear it wasn't the first time she had done that! I tried not to let that show as I commented,

'I you can do that for a little while until Paul gets his second wind, perhaps? Then he can fuck you and I can return the favour. After all, I don't want him wondering for another thirty-odd years what it might have been like to come in my mouth!'

Paul moved around and took a gentle hold of me, massaging my breasts as Caroline's tongue did its job. I lay back and let the sensations wash over me. In twelve months’ time they would be in Australia, on the journey of a lifetime, and on a glorious evening beach Caroline would no doubt kneel in front of him, and suck him to ecstasy. But I knew which anniversary they would always remember!

Have a great weekend!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, January 31st 2020

Window Cleaner

Hello,
You know, sometimes I find myself wondering if there's a little too much sex in my sex life! A few days back I was up until the early hours of the morning trying to edit a video clip, and having problems with it. In the end I decided to call a halt, go to bed, then try again when I was a little less tired. It was frustrating because it had been a very enjoyable experience to shoot and more to the point I knew just how I wanted the video to turn out, but I couldn't quite get the editing right. There were just a few little pauses in the flow that stuck out when you watched it, and it was bugging me!

I must have dreamed about it overnight, because I overslept and woke up slightly frustrated - in more ways than one! After breakfast I played back the video in my mind as I thought about the timing, and the memories got to me, as I found myself imagining how each section should fit together. Almost absent-mindedly my fingers and my pussy started fitting together as well, and I found myself trying to edit the film to match the pace of the warm glow that was building between my legs. I could have sworn at one point I even heard the a woman moaning in orgasm, then I realised it was the sound of a wet cleaning cloth being wiped across my downstairs windows by a disbelieving window cleaner!

To say I was embarrassed was an understatement, but worse was to follow! The window cleaner knocked on the door a few minutes later - after I had become a little more respectably-dressed! - and told me not to worry about it, and that I was actually the third lady on my estate that he had caught in the act that way over the years. Then he gave a polite cough, and asked if I could pay him. I looked for my purse, and realised I only had a few coins in there. I asked if I could give it to him next time, and then almost wished the ground would open me up and swallow me when he said,

"Actually, this is the third time...?"

Fortunately there is a time-honoured way of dealing with this kind of situation, and once I had got over the idea of feeling silly for not having got to the bank in time, things actually turned out rather nicely! I sat him down on the sofa, then bent across his lap and sucked his rather nice cock to a satisfactory degree of stiffness! I think he would have been quite happy to make do with the blow job, but I was still in the mood for love, seeing as he'd interrupted my "me time"! With his cock nice and hard, I took off my panties and climbed onto his lap, slipping his erection fully inside myself, then started to ride him. After a few minutes I decided to change position, spinning round so I was facing away from him. I leaned back, and instantly his hands were on my boobs, cupping and holding them. I got a nice rhythm going, and pulled my low-cut top down a fraction further, freeing my breasts up for him. He was delighted, and teased my firming nipples with his hand as we fucked.

I do like taking cock doggy, and he was more than happy to oblige me, changing position to take my over the arm of the sofa in the front room. My tits swung free as he slammed into me. He moved his hands onto my hips as he thrust deep into me, and I thought for a minute he was going to finish inside me. I do like getting creampied sometimes, and he seemed to be building up to a very juicy one, but as he slowed down he asked in an almost embarrassed voice if he could cum over my breasts. I was spoilt for choice, because as much as I like creampies I also love seeing just how much juice I can get my lovers to shoot!

I sucked him a little more, just to keep him close, then offered up my tits to him as a target. I glanced up from time to time to give him plenty of eye contact, but also looked down as I didn't want to miss him blowing his hot load over my chest. He didn't disappoint me, shooting one jet after another over my tits, then I dipped my head a little to lick the tip of his cock clean. I settled back to enjoy the sensation of his hot cream dripping into my cleavage, then remembered that I had another errand to run that morning.

With the window cleaner sent happily on his way, I wondered if I could interest the manager at the garage in an alternative payment scheme for the two new tyres my car needed!

You'll love the photos that go with this blog

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, January 23rd 2020

Ripped and Messy

Hello,

My most recent photoset is something of a special request, originally made by a long-standing friend. I got an email from Paul a few weeks back, to let me know he was planning to take a day off once the Christmas/New Year break was out of the way and asking if there was any chance I was available for a long lunch - To cut a long story short we compared diaries and settled on a day that suited the two of us and left it at that. Well, at least as far as Paul was concerned that was that. I had something in mind, you see!

Paul is a close friend and I do enjoy our meetings, and one or two of the things he had mentioned in the past had stuck in my memory, including one that really wasn't my cup of tea, but very clearly seemed to appeal to him. So with that in mind, I packed a special little bag to take with me when the day came.

I do enjoy lunchtime get-togethers, and Paul is very good company. We spent lunch chatting about a number of things, including a pet hate of mine - rudeness on social media! You'll see I have a link on my profile page to my Twitter account, and though most people are polite and respectful, some men seem to have got it into their heads that ordering a woman about and calling her disgusting names is the only way to behave. Well, there may be some women who think that way, but not all do, and this one certainly doesn't! I think perhaps I had Paul a bit worried for a time that I was going to take it out on him, but I also let him know with little glances and occasional touches that I didn't consider him to be part of the problem. I did see him look a little puzzled, though, when I suggested that we skip dessert. When he saw the naughty look I was giving him he decided to go along with the idea though.

We hardly chatted as I drove us back to his place and the atmosphere was more than a little expectant. As I expected, Paul was very much in the mood for love, and we hardly had the front door closed before his hands were all over me. We kissed leaning against the hallway wall, and I felt him lean to one side so her could run his fingertips up my boots, and make a lovely purring sound as he encountered the naked skin of my thighs. His hand moved further up, till his fingers were rubbing at the rather damp gusset of some really rather ordinary white panties. His tongue went deep into my mouth, then I gasped and shuddered as I felt him push his middle finger two knuckles deep inside me. We came apart from our kiss and he watched my face closely as he fingered me. I was actually a little surprised at how turned on I was. I think perhaps knowing what I had in store for him got me a little worked up!

I asked if he wanted to rip the clothes off me. I was expecting him to be a little more up for this, but although he pulled the bottom off my skirt quite willingly and continued to put his hands all over my body that was about as far as things went on that score! I told him that there were two choices of dessert. You'll see from the photos that one of these was an old classic - let's just call it "intimate Mars Bar"! - and Paul duly helped me play hide and seek (and along the way brought me off very pleasantly!)

"Could we be greedy?" he asked, "what was the second choice of dessert? I think perhaps one was not enough..."

I wasn't sure if he meant afters or orgasms, but either way I agreed with him.

"Ah," I said, "just watch while I get it prepared!"

I had already discarded my panties; now I unbuttoned my ripped dress and lifted my braless breasts ready for the next stage.

"I like the look of this already!" he told me, and there was another bout of passionate tongue kissing while he showed me just how much he liked it. After a while I persuaded him to stop, then I reached into my bag of tricks and produced a one-litre pack of pre-made custard. I made him sit out of reach, then started pouring the custard over my breasts. I watched with amusement as his eyes drank in the sight of my flesh coated in thick, yellow goo, and the way his glance flicked down when gravity took over, and the creamy sauce dropped from my nipples onto puddles on my thighs. I rubbed and massaged the custard into my bosom and down onto my tummy. He looked ready to pounce as I discarded the empty custard box, but I held up a finger.

"Wait," I said, "there's more!" Then I got out the squirty cream.

I covered all the areas I had just been coating in custard, and he moaned. I squirted into my cleavage, wondering out loud how it would feel to fuck my tits like that, and he moaned even more. I squirted some onto my face, a little more inside my mouth, and let him see my tongue working to swallow it while I looked into his eyes. And that was about the point his self-discipline gave out!

He stripped more quickly than I would have thought possible, given how laid-back he normally is. He threw all his clothes off in seconds flat - even his socks! - then his mouth was on mine and our tongues met once more. I moved to sit on his lap, and somehow along the way a cock I hardly recognised as his slipped easily into my wet pussy. The kiss ended with our faces inches from each other. I winced a little, closing my eyes, then opened my mouth to give a long sigh as we started to fuck. I pushed him down, hoping he would last long enough, and began to grind out a rather urgent cowgirl, as his hand came up to my boobs and squeezed the mixture of cream and custard into my flesh. I put my shoulders back and shoved my tits forward, growling at him as I started to come, then moaned as we carried on.

I think he must have been very considerate, because he managed to get me over the line once more, before I saw him give a little grimace, then his hips lifted as he pushed as deep into me as he could, injecting his own cream inside me. Hell it felt good!

I kind of collapsed onto him as we got our breath back. We grinned at each other, and I told him I hoped he was hungry, as he had some clearing up to do. I held a nipple close to his lips, and his tongue got down to work,.

"I tell you what, Lorna, I'll never be able to look at a custard tart without thinking of you."

"Cheeky sod!" I replied. "Just for that, I think I'll make you clean up all your cream as well!"

Which, to be fair, he did. Beautifully.

So the moral of this story is always be polite and respectful. You never know how dirty I can be when the mood takes me!

Have a great Weekend!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, January 19th 2020

Top Hat and Boots

Hello everyone!

My latest set of photos are somewhat different to my usual … quite ‘formal’. I’ve always thought that I wasn’t a hat person, but a hat does seem to ‘finish off’ an outfit don’t you think?

Some of you might be a little dismayed that I have covered up a perfectly good pair of black hold-up stockings with the boots. What can I say, I know that many of you do enjoy seeing me enjoy my lingerie, and black stockings are among my favourites too! The thing is, though, there wasn't really much chance of fitting a suspender belt into the ensemble, so this seemed a reasonable compromise - I could hardly leave them off altogether, now could I? I do hope you stocking fans will forgive me. If it helps any, the next time you see me, remind me that you felt left out. Perhaps we could sit, side by side on the floor, near to a wall. We could kiss, slowly and passionately, while your hands first liberate and then weigh and caress my breasts. I love whispering sweet nothings to a lover, in between horny french kisses where your tongue goes deep into my mouth. I'll unzip you as we kiss, and gently stroke you to full hardness, then close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations of kissing, until I feel the lovely warm splashes of your fresh, hot spunk falling onto my nylon-clad thighs. Would that make things better for you, my dearest?

You will see I got a little suggestive with the stair rail! Of course, I had my panties off my this stage in the shoot, as if getting myself ready to be entered. Look at the lovely, wanton way my hands explore the head of that balustrade, stroking the tip before nuzzling it into that lovely warm valley between my boobs. It has been ages since I gave someone a good titfuck. Would you like me to do that with you? Of course, I will find it hard to resist popping my lovely warm mouth over the tip from time to time, but I do like to see a good cumshot from close up, so if it's OK with you I'll take my mouth away at the end just in case you're tempted to finish there. After all, you wouldn't want to miss out on the sight of bright ropes of your semen jetting out and up, then dropping back to form silvery puddles on my breasts and throat, would you? Who knows, I might even let some splash on my cheeks and lips...that reminds me, I think I had this very chain necklace on, when a very enthusiastic visitor on one of my London dates gave me a spectacular pearl necklace to go with it...!

I rounded things off with a slightly naughty view of me pretending to slide down the bannister, but coming to an abrupt halt as I run into that large white ball again - and look just where it wound up!

That was as far as I got with my black outfit, but the thoughts it had provoked stayed with me as I changed later that night, getting myself ready for an evening dinner meeting. The meal was nice, but the afters (no, not the dessert!) was even lovelier, as my date found himself on his back, while naughty Lorna lowered her peachy bottom onto his very willing face. I think he seemed a little surprised at how aroused I was, but it didn't stop him exploring me with his highly skilful tongue. In more ways than one, if you get my drift. (I do enjoy being rimmed!) Between the memories and the way his lovely mouth made me come that second time I was putty in his hands. Happy thoughts!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, January 9th 2020

Gimp Man

Hello my friends,

I am going to apologise in advance for my latest set of photos! To begin with I am going to apologise to some of my female followers, because this is going to be pretty much about a male perspective. I am also going to apologise to people that you might think of as the purists, because in this type of encounter there are almost certain to be people who would prefer things to go a particular way and might think that what went on here was not to their liking. That's fine, I'm not pretending that I am a lifestyle domme type, it's just every now and again that I get the urge to dress a little more bossily and make a man's life hell for a while, in a nicely horny way

I am not going to apologise to Tom (not his real name!), the other person appearing in these pictures, because he wouldn't want me to. He got everything that was coming to him, and I know he 'fucking loved it' because he told me so. I got everything that was coming to me too, and you know what? I fucking loved it too!

Tom was the one taking the photos in the solo shots. I felt in my best sluttish frame of mind, flashing lots of thigh top above my stockings, pulling my panties tight into my bum cheeks, pulling those lovely gloves high up past my elbows, then stretching them tight, turning the back of my hands and my forearms into beautiful glossy black curves of shiny, sweet-smelling leather. Oh, I almost forgot, taking nice, deep breaths to emphasise the swell of my black-clad breasts as I pushed them into his face.

I could tell from the comments I was getting from my photographer that he was definitely enjoying the view. Actually, he didn't really have to say anything, his body language was a giveaway. One particular piece of body language was jutting in front of him, and I accidentally brushed against it a couple of times as he moved in for close-ups. I could tell he was dying to feel me up. It was just a shame that Lorna the tease wasn't going to allow him to!

'Right, onto the bed!'

He complied with my instruction straight away, which I told him was so obedient that I was going to reward him by tying him up. I made sure as I leaned over him that he would catch the scent I had dabbed into my soft, warm cleavage before we started. I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh as I fastened the second arm. As you can see he was also dressed the part for the session! I picked up my mobile and took a couple of pictures of him trussed up, then set about the second stage of the session.
The plan was to combine tension with release. I thought at first that the business of moving the camera and setting it up for the next shot might get in the way, but as it turned out it heightened the tension nicely. His cock was already nice and hard from our posing before, and I could feel his eyes devouring what my buttocks were doing under my leather skirt as I walked round to move the tripod. I teased him a little with a tawse, flicking it across his chest and face. Then, on impulse, I leaned in and french kissed him. Hard. I put as much tongue into that guy's head as I could manage, letting my saliva glands work overtime and making sure he drank every drop. He moaned as I sent my hand into his gusset, seeking out his cock and pulling it, none too gently, into the open.

We were both breathing heavily as I broke off from the kiss. I let my tongue dance delicately over the head of his cock, working it under his foreskin to the smooth warmth underneath, then it was my turn to have a mouthful, taking as much as I could of that lovely penis between my lips. He groaned. I stopped before he could shoot, and gave him a few seconds to come off the boil.

'You're not coming yet, you bastard,' I told him, 'I want that cock in my cunt.'

As you can tell I wasn't feeling very ladylike! I straddled him, letting the leather skirt ride up high enough to grant access, then fed his cock into my hungry pussy. I sat in him, feeling him writhe a little beneath me, and moving his hips to try to fuck me. I lifted up a little so he came out, then told him again in no uncertain terms he wasn't going to come until I said he could.

I pulled my top down and lifted my boobs over my bra.

'I really love having my tits squeezed,' I said, 'it's such a shame your hands are tied up and can't! Maybe I ought to get someone else to do it. Perhaps someone who could show you how you ought to fuck me properly as well?'

Well, nobody said I had to be fair, did they? And from the twitch in his cock I think he wasn't averse to the idea! To tell the truth I was getting a little turned on as well by now, so I relented and gave him my nipples to chew.

'Delicately!' I told him, and he complied with that instruction very well, so as a reward I let him have my pussy to eat, as I settled into an enthusiastic 69.

We carried on like that for a while, then I decided that I had reached a point where I wasn't feeling quite as eager to get off the bed to change the camera angle every two minutes! I set the tripod up at the end of the bed where it had a good view of everything, then settled down to ride him to a climax. I faced him to begin with, making sure his hungry mouth was kept occupied by the braless breasts pushed into his face, then flipped around into a reverse cowgirl position for the home straight. I did this partly because I could tell he was going to need his mouth unobstructed to get all the breath he could at the finish and partly because I have this strange little fetish about showing everybody my face. I get a real buzz out of knowing that you're looking into my face as I orgasm.

That's why I've kept in a couple of the final pictures there, even though the autofocus couldn't keep up with us! Right on that last one there - the one where my eyes are closed and my mouth is open - I knew I was just about to come when just at that moment he did too! Simultaneous orgasm is such a lovely treat when it happens, and the feeling of him pumping his hot seed inside of me made my climax that bit more intense!

I imagine no self-respecting lifestyle domme would get that intimate with her sub, so like I say it was not one for the purists! But once I released his arms, and we snuggled together in a leather-clad clinch neither of us was complaining!

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, December 19th 2019

The Christmas Angel

Hello there!
Christmas is a time for giving and so, by implication, receiving. At this time of year, I'd like you to relax and picture what a Lorna Christmas might actually mean.

You are sitting back in your armchair in the evening, with everything for Christmas all in place. The kitchen cabinets are full to bursting with all sorts of merrymaking festive fare. All the cards have been written and sent, all the presents bought and wrapped, and with the knowledge of a job well done you decide to help yourself to a large glass of Christmas sherry and treat yourself to some "me time". As you relax in the chair you feel a warm glow that envelopes you, almost as if someone is wrapping warm, fleecy arms around you, and pressing against you, to get you hotter still.

With your eyes closed you don't see anything, but there's a scent in the air that you hadn't noticed before. It's a scent that is a combination of exotic ingredients working their magic on warm, womanly skin, the pulse points on the wrists, but most enticingly dabbed delicately on the swell of a mature blonde's ample bosom. You're drifting off into a half-sleep now, but you could swear someone is in your lap, her buttocks squirming to find a comfortable position on the swelling that is starting down there. There is the fleeting touch of flesh as she presses her chest to your face, the scent now so strong you feel you could taste it. You open your mouth and put out your tongue. There is heat there, and softness, but only for a second. You feel as if you have been deprived of something wonderful, but then through heavy eyelids you catch sight of someone - someone tantalisingly close, watching you intently. When she is certain you know she is there, she stands.

And starts to strip.

The fleecy white jacket is discarded, all the better to display the gorgeous full breasts that teased your lips a few moments ago. The scarlet top is low-cut, so low-cut you can hardly believe each nipple is still covered. Her hands move to support and shape them, lifting them for your delectation. She stands before you, then almost as if she can read your mind, and pick up your naughtiest thoughts, she leans forward then, taking the edge of the neckline in her hands , pulls it downwards. Again you wonder that her breasts don't just spring free for you to see and hold. But not yet, not yet...

Red and white are traditional Christmas colours, and you watch fascinated as the modest white skirt is removed and laid carefully to one side, to reveal a mixture of the two - smooth, full white stockings, attached to bright red suspenders. Your eyes are naturally drawn to the border between the two, where scarlet panties enclose a puffy mound that you're dying to see. She twists and poses, then once again your mind is being read as she does exactly what you want her to, slowly pulling her panties down, easing them down legs you know you need to be between...

Your head is swimming as she moves and poses just in front of you. The low-cut top seems to vanish somehow, and now there is only lingerie between you and the body you yearn to possess, a body that turns this way and that to offer you so many ways to satisfaction. She reclines on the floor, her eyes locked on yours, her finger teasing her lips apart. Do you want her that way, perhaps? And then, almost before you know it, she is crouched in front of you, her bottom pushed enticingly into the air. Should you take her that way instead, perhaps, the smooth cheeks of her buttocks pushing back into your loins? And then, most naughtily, you see her hand move once more, and the tip of her finger moves into that other special place, pressing slowly to slip inside her there.

You have watched, hypnotised, through all her movements and her teasing, but until now it doesn't seem to have occurred to you that you don't have to just watch. As if a spell has released you, you find you can move. She is relaxing herself, leaning back, a satisfied smile on her face as you move to take up her offer. You hesitate a little, perhaps doubting that she is there.

"What's the matter?" comes her voice, "don't you want to kiss my cunt?"

The sound of that lovely mouth saying that word jolts you forward. Your lips and tongue are there in an instant, tasting the scent of a woman who is ready for you. She laughs and gasps as your tongue goes inside her.

"Mmm," she says, "if you have a free hand or two my tits could do with being squeezed."

You catch hold of her flesh in an instant. There is that gasp again, as she squirms forward. You put your mouth to her nipple, and feel the hand creeping to the back of your head, as if you'd pull back from this sweet mouthful. She squirms away, and reclines, opening her legs a little wider to receive first your tongue, probing both places she has offered you, then your finger. It slips easily into her arse as you tongue her, tasting the juice she has made just for you...

Then, seemingly from nowhere, the picture has changed. You look down to see her magnificent breasts moulding against your thighs, then feel the warmth of Lorna's sweet mouth closing over the tip of your cock, her tongue and lips working to bring you to that climax she so wants to give you...

You realise you are awake. You find yourself in an afterglow and somehow know that you have come, but you are alone. A Christmas wet dream? Your glass is still half full, but placed sensibly on the nearby table. Would you have done that? You can feel a hint of dampness, as if semen is still leaking from your penis, but surely a climax that satisfying should have left you in a much messier state? You look down at your trousers, and see what looks awfully like hairs from a white furry jacket on your thighs. With your mind whirring you lift the glass to finish the sherry before turning in, and see the lipstick marks on the rim.

Well, if Santa can exist, surely Christmas angels can?

Big hugs and kisses to all who have supported me this past year XXX

Have a wonderful Happy, Horny Christmas,

Lots of Love,

Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, November 30th 2019

Sensual Satin

Hello there!

I don't know what the weather is like where you are, but it has been very chilly in my part of the world. I am hoping my most recent photoset will be a carbon-neutral way of warming you up!

This is a kind of companion set to one I posted a while back, but with a major difference. In this one I am posing and taking pictures by myself, where in the other one I was posing provocatively in a skimpy outfit on some stairs, for an actual flesh and blood photographer I had worked with once before. I was in a very teasing frame of mind on that shoot, I think, as I started quizzing him about the effect I had on him on that first shoot we worked on together. Between the naughty, probing questions and the naughty, revealing poses I managed to get him worked up into quite a state, if you can believe that! I guess there's something about the tempting sheen of satin over full, mature breasts on a horny blonde that just gets to some people...would you agree?

Well, the upshot of that one was that we took things to an inevitable conclusion, and within seconds of him putting the camera down the pair of us were on his couch with me on top, riding him to a lovely quick climax. So part of the cheeky smiling and flirtation in these pictures is me thinking back to that photoshoot, and the different kind of shoot that went on afterwards. But part of it has to do with something else, something that I am finding intriguing.

I think it counts as "fan fiction" - someone has got in touch with me, saying he would like to write a story about me. I am not sure about all the details, but it seems he knows another mature lady called Michelle (I think she's also on here, but I can't tell you much else about her) and one day the idea of two sexy, mature blondes together set his mind in motion. A rather horny kind of motion, from the sound of things!

In this story, Michelle and her younger lover meet up with me and my fan by chance and events take a very horny (and quite kinky!) turn. So far so good, I thought, but my fan has then got in touch to ask how I'd feel about this, specifically if I might go for a younger lover. I wasn't too sure at first, as though I am quite willing to sleep with younger men I find they are sometimes a little too focussed on trying out things they have seen in porn, rather than working on us both having an enjoyable experience (one of the reasons I tend to favour older guys if I get the chance.) But from what Mark has told me about this guy he is not the wham-bang type. So I definitely found myself intrigued. I told Mark I was OK with the idea of the story, then waited to find out what I was going to do. It seems this fan fiction isn't the quickest process in the world, as I'm still waiting for the final version, but enough details have emerged to keep me interested!

So when I came to do these pictures I found myself wondering what was in store for Lorna, and with the memory of the sex at previous photo session in my mind, and how I felt that added a little extra horniness to the finished photos, I started posing and stripping, all the while fantasising about Jack.

Jack is Michelle's lover, it appears. As Mark said to me he is a younger man, but mature enough to know what he is doing with a lady. In those first flirtatious shots I am imagining being introduced to him, and being rather impressed. I want to end the message to him that I fancy him - and I think even in those more respectable portrait shots you can tell that I am interested!

I always reckon that in the right circumstances knowing that I am being desired gets me very aroused, and that was certainly true as I started posing more provocatively! I have never met Jack (as far as I know), and I do hope that Michelle will give me a little leeway about dreaming about the prospect of sex with her man! I've been told that he is tall, late thirties/early forties, a good kisser, and "very tactile". I imagined he would like the feel of satin, which put me in mind of something that happened to me one night at a party, when I had been flirting with a fellow guest. We went outside - probably under the excuse of looking at the rockery! - and had a very urgent snog. So with that happy memory in mind...(oh, and do feel free to be Jack if you want!)

I'd like you to picture yourself, standing behind me. I've chose this place specially for you, Jack, because it's warm, it's very peaceful and most of all because we can't be overlooked. You are close behind me, so close that you can hear the faint rasp as I move and the fabric of my blouse flows over itself as I move my arms. I know you're very tactile, and right now I am so very willing to be touched!

I sense you standing there, easily close enough to reach out and touch me. I close my eyes and will you to, and to my delight you do. You put your hands either side of my waist, resting them on my body, just over my hips. I can feel the heat from your hands through the sheer fabric, and I know you can feel the heat of my body...my willing body.

I lean back a little, bringing us closer. I can sense you're not sure what I'm doing for a fraction, but don't worry, Jack - everything is in hand. Or about to be...I raise both my hands, putting them over and behind my head, and put them, one each side of your face, and draw you closer to me. You can't help but notice how this lifts my breasts and makes them stand out even more. I wait, as you wonder what I am thinking. It's an exquisite kind of torture, knowing that you want me, but you don't know for sure if you should. I imagine it's torture for you too, so I take pity on you.

"Go on," I say, "I want you to."

I feel the warmth of your breath on my neck, a silent sigh of relief as I give you permission to do what you've been wanting to since you first saw me. Your hands move, up from my waist, up and across my tummy, then slowly up to my tits, fingers spread to squeeze as much breast as you can. You fondle, you caress, you cup, you squeeze and all I do is let you, squirming a little to tell you silently not to stop. You feel the warmth of my flesh through the cloth, along with the firm peaks of the nipples you are making erect with your touch. I drop my hands now, sending my fingers on a voyage of discovery of their own, to find out just how hard for me you are...

Do you like that, Jack? Can you imagine how good my tits feel in this top? I can imagine you doing it, and it's getting me more and more aroused! I'm back on the stairs and taking picture after picture while I'm thinking of you, Jack, this first touch of your hands on my boobs, how it will be the first time I open my mouth to your kiss, the first time I open my legs to your cock, that first time I feel you lose control inside me and hold you close as you come...

I actually had to leave out a few of these pictures, because somewhere along the way from the first to the last there was a time where the fantasy got a little too much for me. I found that I needed to give more attention to bringing myself off than getting the focus and framing right - I hope you'll forgive me.

I'll make it up to you though, Jack. You've already given me a lovely orgasm. I reckon when we meet your next one is on me!

Have a great weekend!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, November 21st 2019

Tops and Tails

Hello Everyone,

My latest photoset and log post run the risk of falling between two stools!

On the one hand, I know there are many people who come to my profile because I do enjoy wearing classy lingerie and posing in it. I hope they will feel this update addresses their particular tastes! On the other hand, it has not escaped my attention that there are also many guys (though to be fair, not only guys) who take a certain pleasure in my chest. So I'm thinking of calling this post tops and tails, to acknowledge two sets of fans. And for those of you who enjoy both points of view, what can I say? This could be your lucky day!

Just imagine that I have brought you back to a lovely, bright room where we can have a little privacy - just you and me, and the busy world can stay where it needs to be - outside! The dress I had on was lovely, and you appreciated the way it clung to my figure, but by now you know that before very long you and I will be enjoying each other's bodies. I unzip and shrug the dress off, exposing this little black number underneath.

It makes for a lovely contrast, don't you think? I still have some tan remaining from the bright, sunny days earlier in the year, but the black of my slip just contrasts so beautifully with the pale flesh of my breasts. Not to mention the soft, warm, welcoming flesh waiting for you at the top of my stockings... but more of that later!

I stand with my back to the wall and smile at you as I breathe in, emphasising the swell of my bosom, just there in front of you, mere inches from your eager face. Your anticipation is almost palpable, but you can tell from my cheeky smile that you don't have to be too concerned - to quote a friend of mine, you know I'll let you. Patience, my darling, patience!

I turn and face away from you. I took extra care to make sure my seams were nice and straight, leading your glance upwards from the dark nylon to the light skin I flash at you, lifting my hem just a little to make sure you catch a glimpse or two of the promised land! As I move and flaunt my body, those little flashes of colour on my bra and panties tempt your eyes away, brief glances at my breasts and gusset delights to share with you...but not quite yet!

I am finding it more difficult to disguise the fact that this display is getting to me as well. I can see you looking past my smile and see my eyes widening, my pupils dilating and my breathing coming deeper and faster at the thought of your body joining with mine. Deep...fast...two words I don't think I can dwell on, without giving myself away totally.

I undress more fully, losing the slip, and letting you see the gorgeous patterns that adorn my bra and panties. I sense you hungrier than ever now, and let you know that your wait is almost at an end, peeling my lovely panties down to reveal my most intimate secrets for you, bending over to show you two havens waiting for you, then lying back and lifting my gorgeous full tits out for you, my bra now more of a support than a cover - thick, tender nipples, set in a gorgeous wide circle of sensitive flesh, ready to receive the gently attentions of your hands, your lips, your tongue...

I lie back in front of you. We have taken this so slowly and painstakingly that it would be a pity to rush now, even though we both know how we want this to end. You are on top of me. I can feel the heat of your breath warming my bare breasts, but you can tell I still want us not to hurry. You move back slightly, and you are rewarded as I part my legs, and gently tease myself down there with one finger. then a second. I gently part my pussy lips, looking into your eyes to see what your reaction is.
You don't disappoint me! You move down, your lips touch my legs at the ankle. We both know the next stage of this lovemaking will be a trail of kisses, a slow and steady path with ecstasy at its end for both of us. Waiting for you to work your way up, your lips brushing gently over the fabric of my stocking, with the gently rasp of nylon beneath your lips...till your mouth meets my flesh down there, and you can really bring your lips and tongue into play. Teeth too, of course, as long as you are gentle. I think we could both enjoy the sensations that go through our minds, when your teeth press gently into the flesh of my thighs, and thoughts of how nice I might be to eat start to occur.

You kiss me there, again and again, and I start to lose control as your tongue starts to penetrate, flicking here and there until it all gets too much for both of us. I take your head between my hands and lift you, bringing your face to mine. It is too late to be subtle now. I close my eyes and your tongue is in my mouth, deep, passionate, and saturated in the juices I am so eager to taste. Almost without knowing it you enter me, and start moving inside that moist warmth you have just created in me. We can't last long, but we don't have to - I playfully lick my nipple as you watch, my body bounced on the couch by each thrust. I am first to come and you hear me moan and call out as you feel the rasp of black nylon closing round your buttocks, then the tightening of my pussy around your cock brings on the inevitable, your hips moving with a life of their own as each deep thrust pumps a little more of you into me.

We rest, then part, my face a picture of calm satisfaction at how nice a fuck we have had, mixed with the tingle of knowing how good the next one will be....

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx

Wednesday, October 30th 2019

Halloween Hands

Hello Everyone,

When it gets to Halloween time, when the nights draw in and it gets chillier outside I find myself drawn to the kind of outfits that definitely lead to things going bump in the night! A friend of mine says he loves it when I indulge my taste for black leather, because it means he can think about how it might feel to run his tongue over every inch of me. That sounded such a nice thought that I decided I should wear these boots, as they give me that extra couple of inches, more of me to lick, you see?

I wouldn't say I was the strictest domme ever, but I think it's only right and proper that someone looking to please me should start at my feet, wouldn't you say? Somewhere that gets the relationship between us off on the right footing, so to speak! I know the soles aren't leather as such, but I do like the idea that someone looking to offer me pleasure will happily comply with my wishes. So your tongue's first job will start at the very bottom, continue around the sole, and then up, just so it can lick around the very bottom of the upper of each boot, perhaps the lowest inch of the upper, where your tongue can feel the way dainty foot stretches the soft leather. Then, I think, I'll make you stop.

You'll probably look a little puzzled at first, but I will be reaching down to put my hands either side of your head and lift you up a little. You see, this jacket is a favourite of mine and I don't want it to miss out! I will guide your mouth to the cuff, and then direct you to lick upwards, so your tongue leaves a damp trail all the way up the outside of my arm, only allowing you to stop when you reach my shoulder...and that is where my hands intervene again, and send you back down to my boots. You pick up at the point you left off, your tongue working over the curve of my foot, the elegant narrow of my ankle, the tapering of my calf...

My hands come down and lift your head. You are allowed to work down from my shoulder, circling my torso. I can sense your anticipation building as you do this. I zip the leather jacket closed and insist on you working all the way round me, before you are permitted to move down a little. As your head comes round the front of my body, I take a little pity on you, put my hands either side of your head, then guide your face to the swell of my breasts, pulling you closer so the gorgeous curve of my body enclosed in the soft leather moulds itself to your face, giving you the sensation of the scent and the feel of the leather covering your nose and mouth, and the yielding flesh of my bosom just tantalisingly out of reach. I cradle your head and let you think of suckling at my nipple, a nipple that is already growing hard at the thought of your lips and tongue....

But I don't want you getting carried away with my boobs! You have thighs to attend to, thighs that are also clad in leather that will creak and move as your tongue does its work, licking up my legs higher, higher...

All good things must come to an end though, and now you have run out of leather. But not to worry, although you have reached the top of my thigh boots there is still the black nylon of my stockings, and beyond that, the naked flesh of my oh-so-sensitive thighs for your tongue to worship, thighs that will slowly part as I take my ultimate reward from your mouth. I hold your head in my hands once more, and pull you into my pussy (though you don't really need to be held there!) The anticipation has been building in me as well, and we find it takes surprisingly little oral stimulation for you to give me the orgasm that we both know I have been craving from you...

I make you sit back now while I strip, seductively. As I peel off the outer garments - including the lovely, lacy black top that clung to my boobs like a second skin, you see my little seasonal touch - the skeletal hands that I put in to caress my breasts. I slowly undress you see more of me revealed, and your eagerness grows as I tease myself with my Halloween hands till I decide I have taken enough off for what we need to do now. I give you a cheeky smile and lie back, ready for you.

In a way it would balance things up nicely if you wanted me to put my mouth on your cock, but I think I'll let you choose where you want to take your pleasure with me. There is one thing, though -

Is it OK if I leave my boots on while we fuck?

Have a Happy Horny Halloween

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, October 24th 2019

Girls Getting it On

Hello Everone,

My London Tour with Curvy Claire and Pippa Manchester is looming, so I’m going to recount a memory of my first sexual encounter with Claire …

"So, what is this idea you've had for a video shoot then, Ken?"

Ken was our eleven o'clock "double delight" booking. He was sitting on the armchair in our apartment, while Curvy Claire and I shared the sofa. A coffee table was, for once, doing the job it was designed for. (I must tell you the kind of goings-on it had seen in the past!) We were having the lovely type of conversation that breaks the ice and also gets ourselves into the mood. Ken's thoughts were of a video he said might be good.

"Well," he began, "I was wondering about a story where you and Claire get together for the first time. I don't mean the 'meet' sort of get together, I mean the 'sleep together' sort of get together."

"I see," said Claire, "How did you imagine it happening?"

"I thought of you being old friends," he said, "you've known each other for ages, but always just as friends. Then one evening something happens - I thought maybe you could have a row with a boyfriend, Lorna, and Claire wants to help you through the upset."

"Help, how, exactly?"

It was Claire who said this, but the same thought had gone through my mind (we are on a similar wavelength when it comes to quite a few things!).

"Let's suppose you've been having a glass of wine together in the evening," he said, "and then you Lorna get up and wander through to the kitchen. You're a little sad. Claire watches you looking out of the window at the lights of the city and decides to follow you there."

I glanced across at Claire and saw her nodding, as if this sounded promising. On the spur of the moment I said "Okay", then went into the kitchen. I held the coffee cup against my chest and looked out over a busy daytime Docklands. I heard the sound of Claire's heels on the hard kitchen floor.

"She stands behind you," said Ken, "then gently puts her hands on your shoulders."

Claire put her coffee cup on the side and did this.

"Obviously she's close behind you..." - Claire took a step forward - and after a few seconds she decided that there's no point you holding an empty glass. So she takes it away from you and puts it on the side. But you both just stand there."

Claire's hand took my coffee cup and set it down by hers, putting her hand back onto my shoulder.

"Ideal!" said Ken, "You stand together like that for a few more seconds, just to build up tension. Then you hear Claire say 'Oh, God' softly.

"Oh, God?"

"Oh, God."

"Oh, God." That was Claire, following Ken's direction. It sounded a little sad.

"That is just right," said Ken, "because Claire has had the hots for you for ages, but never dared say anything about it. But here, in this kitchen, right now, she wants you really badly, and she is struggling with her conscience as to what to do next. She wants to seduce you, but she doesn't want to lose you as a friend. You, Lorna, turn your head slightly, just to try and see what Claire means. And then...

"Go on." Claire and I said this simultaneously.

"Claire can't resist you. She slowly slips her hands down from your shoulders, down your upper arms. She stops, thinks about what she is so eager to do, then moves her hands onto your boobs."
Performing for an imaginary camera, Claire did just this.

"She sighs deeply. You wait for a few seconds, then decide to move her hands away, pushing them down to your waist."

I did.

"But you don't move away. You know she's right behind you, and you just stand there. You're not sure what your emotions are, and part of you wants her not to be rebuffed. You wait there, breathing a little faster. And then..."

Claire brought her hands back up onto my breasts.

"That's brilliant, Claire! Just hold Lorna like that. Nothing too rough, because you don't want to frighten her, but definitely deliberately, so she knows you want to make love to her."

Claire is really good at fondling me, so I could have stood there for ages letting her fingers go to work on my tits, but I knew the story had to move on. I took a deep breath and sighed, then laid my head back on Claire's chest, my eyes closed.

"How did you guess?" asked Ken, "So you..."

"Do something like this?" I asked, my eyes still shut.

I turned my head a little and opened my mouth just a fraction, parting my lips for the kiss I knew would come next. Claire was just the right height for this, and I saw her head coming down slowly towards me. I think Ken was keen to describe how our first, tentative lesbian kisses should go, but Claire was getting the hang of things by now. We kissed, slowly, passionately, each of us savouring the feel of the other's tongue. I kissed Claire back deeply and felt her hands squeezing my boobs just that little bit harder, so I knew we were both getting into the scenario.

"Right now, this is a bit tricky," said Ken, "I don't want to break up the mood, but somehow I need a way of getting your boyfriend into the picture because he wants to make it up to you..."

"My boyfriend," I said, "not Claire's?"

It seemed to me inspiration had temporarily deserted our director! As it happened, Claire's attentions had rather got me going, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I slipped off enough clothes to get myself down to my standard stockings and suspenders, then took hold of Ken's hand.

"Have I shown you the coffee table?" I whispered, seductively.

I lay back on the table. Claire had followed me through, and put her hand on my stocking, just above my knee. With both of us looking into Ken's eyes, she slowly drew her fingertips up the inside of my legs, paused when she hit the soft, naked flesh at the top of the stocking, then languidly pushed two fingers inside me.

"I reckon she's about ready to forgive you, Ken." she said.

I have seen a man strip faster, but he used to work on oil rigs. Ken was naked in seconds flat. He moved towards me, and Claire winked at me as she took hold of his erection, drew a figure of eight over my pussy lips with its tip, then started to feed it inside me. His cock was quite fat, so I felt myself stretching to accommodate it, then both Ken and I sighed as he slid fully in, and he began to move inside me.

Satisfied that Ken was taken care of, Claire moved up my body and began to kiss me deeply again. I started to breathe a little quicker, but Ken was obviously ahead of us, and I suspected he was already close to coming. Claire smiled at me, and asked innocently

"Should I be naughty as well?"

She kissed my left breast, then turned to put her cheek on my tummy and slid her head lower, opening her mouth wide. I know I would have shot my load to see it, so I wasn't surprised when Ken did. I heard him moan and felt the moisture of his first two spurts warm inside my pussy before he pulled out and pushed his cock into Claire's warm and willing mouth. I put my hands on the back of her head, but it was just for show really.

"Oh, God!"

Somehow the line didn't sound the same coming from Ken's mouth, but you could tell it was heartfelt! Claire held him there before swallowing, then did a little clean-up on his penis.

"That's nice, I can taste you as well, Lorna."

"Christ, that was awesome. Only thing is I don't think I have enough spunk left to go again," said Ken. Claire nodded, unsurprised.

"Looks like I'm just going to have to go back to seducing my friend," said Claire, "like to watch?"

The only thing is Ken hadn't brought a camera with him, so you'll have to look at these pictures of Claire and I enjoying a leather moment together instead!

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx

Saturday, October 5th 2019

Swapping Secrets

Hello Everyone,

I am going to break with tradition a little in this post and tell you something about a fantasy of mine. It might need you to be a little more broad-minded than usual, but not all that much! And if there's anything I've learned from your responses to my postings it is that there are lots of you out there with minds naughty enough to appreciate it. So here goes...

I know when you knock at my hotel room door that you are already curious. You're curious because I have hinted there might be something different about our meeting, and you are curious because I have been very precise with the time. That's probably why the knock on my door at exactly five to four sounds a little hesitant. Any reluctance you might have vanishes when you see how I am dressed to greet you, however! I can tell right away that you are smitten with the boots, and the way the heels lift me that much more into kissing range is another bonus. You pass me a discreet envelope, but although I take a quick glance inside you see that I am in no hurry to check the contents. I am, however, in a hurry for us to get to know each other a bit better.

We sit on the sofa, my leg pressed into yours. I can see that you don't know whether to place your fingertips on the glossy material of the thigh boots, or the delicate, sheer material of the stockings I am wearing for you. Of course, the boots go so high - and fit quite beautifully, don't you think? - that there is not much stocking over the tops of the boots. Come to that, perhaps your fingers would like to stroke the soft, pale flesh above the stocking tops... I can see you aren't sure of what to do next. So I decide to help you out. I lay my hand gently on your cheek, and turn your head to face me. We are only inches apart, close enough for me to catch the scent of the mouthwash you have so thoughtfully used so recently. I won't taste it yet though; instead you find me sliding my fingers between yours, gently rubbing the palm of our hand with the tip of my thumb, then lifting your hand to my chest.

Strictly speaking the top isn't leather. It is, however, soft, pliable, and perhaps most importantly of all satisfyingly full of full, mature woman's flesh. I watch the little flicker of delight in your eyes as you weigh my right breast, then decide that is the moment we should kiss. Both of us close our eyes as our mouths meet, and there is a teasing moment where we both play "after you", till I decided to take the lead and put my tongue into your head. I squirm forwards, pushing my boob deeper into your hand, and you answer by kissing me back, your tongue as eager to be in my mouth as...let me check! - yes, as eager as the cock that I cup and squeeze.

"I'm going to enjoy it when you fuck me," I say, "and you will, but there is something I'd like to do first..."

You look a little startled at the knock on the door. I check the clock - five past - and tell you, mysteriously,

"Oh good, right on time!"

Your cock is still hard under my fingers, and I grin a little mischievously and walk across to the door to open it.

He is not all that different from you, and I can see you that puzzlement returning. It's a puzzlement he shares, but I soon set his mind at rest.

"Both you guys have booked for an hour", I say, "but there is something I have always wanted to do, and I hope you'll at least think about this. I am prepared to be quite - let's say generous - if you do."

Neither of you seems sure what to do, so I ask you just to stay on the sofa for a moment. The first kiss with the new arrival is deep and genuine, and I can see at least one part of you isn't too bothered by the turn of events! I turn my back on the new arrival, and lean onto him as I lift my hands to my head, and run my fingertips through my hair. The leather top gapes slightly, though the new guy can't see this. He doesn't see me wink at you, nor lip read the very rude suggestion I mouth at you. I see you watching with a mixture of lust and jealousy as he puts his hands on my waist, the slowly slides them upwards to grope my breasts, squeezing and lifting each in turn. I put my head back and turn my face a little, and with my eyes closed in ecstasy I can't see for sure, but I bet that you are experiencing that same mixture of emotions as I lick the lips of my open mouth, then lean closer still to let him stick his tongue down my throat.

I open them again, and catch your gaze as I drop my hands to my sides, trapping his fondling hands between my chest and my arms, then reach around behind him to squeeze his cock the way he is mauling my tits. I hope you can lip read; I mouth

"Get it out - get your cock out - I want to suck you"

as I undo his zip. You move closer, unzipping yourself as I unzip him. He's still squeezing my boobs as I reach across and stroke your erection, then my other hand is on him and I'm pumping him as well. I can see you're both a little unsure, but nothing bad has happened so far, has it? I know you'll be eyeing each other up as I kneel between you, and then it's his turn to watch as I put my mouth on you. I guess your eyes will be closed as I am doing my very best to keep this the softest, wettest blow job you have ever had. You're moaning a little as I lift my head, then it's his turn to groan as I run my tongue over the head of his cock, then take him deep.

No word is spoken, as I move slowly and deliberately from cock to cock, each of you getting sucked for a few seconds, then watching avidly as I turn and fellate the other. I know that you have accepted things when I turn to suck him, and I feel your hand gently resting on the back of my head, pushing my mouth down over his erection. I turn to suck you, and he does the same. We are ready for the next step.

I curl my hand into your buttock, pulling you closer. My fingertip teases your bottom, just enough to get you that bit harder. You can't see my hand but you know it must be doing the same to him, gently edging him closer...closer... Your cocks are now only a couple of inches apart. My tongue flicks between the two, dancing over the glossy wet heads, till the heat of the air I am breathing out warms both of you at the same time. You know what happens now - a slight pressure from my hands, and each of you takes that little fraction of a step closer.

It may be that this is the first time that either of you has felt another man's erection, and it may not be. I'm not going to ask, I'm just happy that I can lean forwards and cover two cocks with one kiss. He puts his hand on my shoulder. I am waiting to see what you will do. You reach round and take hold of my breast. It's strange, but right now out of the three of us I am probably the one nearest to coming. I'd better do something about that!

I flick my tongue between the two of you, both of my hands stroking your cocks. Something tells me this won't take all that long. Perhaps it's the thought of this lovely close-fitting leather top, I know it's making me horny enough to think up this crazy scheme! I can hear you groan and I know you're nearly there, I pull you both close and gently rub the tips of your cocks against each other, feeling them slide warmly against each other, lubricated in a mixture of my spit and the pre-cum that you have both been producing. In my fantasy I wanted you both to come at exactly the same time, but I know life isn't always like that.

My tongue is on your cock when it happens, he moans and starts to spit his load. Some lands on my cheek but I know a lot will have splashed you, maybe surprising you with just how hot that can be. Then your knees bend a little and I know you're coming too. I feel your juice hitting my chin before running down onto my tits. I look across and see where you have splashed his cock and body. I rub the two cocks together, spreading and sharing your semen a little. I am careful not to go too far, as I can sense perhaps there is some awkwardness setting in after your shared orgasms. I say something about it being cleanup time, then go back to sucking you one at a time. You will be very sensitive, I know, so I do my best just to kiss and lick the spunk from each of you, working carefully to clean away the semen, and letting each of you watch as I collect a mouthful then swallow it. It takes a few minutes to do. Neither of you complains while I do.

There is still a little uncertainty about the two of you when I am done and I thank you both for letting me fulfil an ambition – strange how very different things feel after the event!

As I said at the beginning – this is a fantasy (I often fantasise about having sex with more than one guy), but don’t worry, I won’t be surprising you with any unexpected random men on our appointments … without asking you first anyway

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, September 28th 2019

Mind Games

Hi Everyone,

Now, there's a guy I know who derives a lot of pleasure from sex. OK, that doesn't sound anything too surprising, I know, but outside of the physical side of things I think he enjoys mind games that revolve around sex as well. Let me give you an example.

He arranged for us to meet up at a nearby hotel when he was in the area through work once. He gave me a date and time and kept in touch with me in texts. I don't normally go in for lots of texting - I'm a busy lady, you know! - but they do have their uses sometimes and this was one of those occasions! He had told me that there was a good chance this meeting would be a threesome, as he was hoping to arrange a get-together with an old girlfriend. So, when I went into the hotel bar I wasn't surprised to see that he wasn't alone. However, I was surprised to see that his girlfriend was rather surprised to see me! It turns out that though they had discussed threesomes in the past, she must have thought that he would never follow through with it.

There was no unpleasantness at all, but it was a slightly odd scenario. There was an open bottle of white wine on the table with a little remaining. He took a drink from one glass, then refilled it, emptying the bottle in the process, and slid it towards me. I was just about to be offended when I realised he was hugely keen to get me up to the bedroom. I gulped the glass down in a far less ladylike manner than usual and smiled at the pair of them.

'Shall we go?'

He got to his feet with me. She didn't. I thought that was that, but he held his hand out towards her.

'Come on, Jane, I know it's not the first time for you. You'll enjoy it, once you've got over the surprise.'

She drained her glass and stood, allowing him to take her hand and lead her towards the lift. We had a silent but charged ride to the fifth floor, where he had booked a suite - That might sound grand but it basically meant there was a little, odd-shaped room with a sofa in front of the television, and a door that led to a separate room with the bed. I think he must have anticipated that Jane would take a little persuading, because there was another bottle of white chilling in a sink full of cold water. He opened this, poured a little into Jane's glass, then set out his plans for the next hour.

'Right, Jane. I'm going to take Lorna into the next room and make love to her. If I know you as well as I think I do you're experiencing a mixture of fascination and repulsion right now, so all I will say is this. You don't have to do anything - you can stay here and watch TV until we're finished, or you can come in and watch, or you can join in if you like. Whatever you feel comfortable with - I leave it up to you.'

He leaned over and kissed her. I watched fascinated as what I thought would be a gentle sign of affection turned into a very full-on French kiss instead, a bulge in Jane's cheek showing where his tongue was working in her mouth. He winked at me, then put his hand quite deliberately onto her left breast and pressed it into her. Her eyes closed and she twisted her head a little to drive the kiss deeper still. He looked at me again, checking to see what my response was to this. He seemed satisfied at my surprise, breaking away from the kiss. Jane's mouth was still open. After a second or two her eyes opened too, then sought mine out. I tried to read her expression as I saw his hand still kneading her breast. She seemed willing to let me watch him fondle her. He winked at me again as he gave her a final squeeze, then held the same hand out to me.

'Shall we go?'

I knew he had echoed what I had said in the bar, but I was still a little too bemused by the exhibitionistic way the two of them had behaved to make anything of it. I put my hand into his and let him lead me to the bedroom.

We went in and he closed the door behind us.

Have a great weekend!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, September 22nd 2019

The Tights Ripper

Hello everyone,

Hope you've had a great weekend.

When people say it takes all sorts it's often used to describe some odd or unusual behaviour, but it doesn't have to be a major thing. In some cases it can just be a part or a little action in a meeting that might seem silly to someone else, perhaps even something you might overlook. I'm going to tell you about a meeting with one of my regulars who falls into this category, because he likes me to wear tights instead of my usual stockings and suspenders. Now I know that for some of you missing out on stockings would be enough to get you to say that it takes all sorts, but Shaun has his reasons. In particular he likes to rip a hole in them to get at me.

I think at least some of the people reading this will be nodding their heads now, and maybe murmuring that they can understand that! In fact I would have to include myself in that, because a little while back I remember visiting a guy who asked me to tie him to the bed, rip his trousers open then suck him off and dribble his spunk into his mouth. It is a bit more aggressive than I would normally be, but he was very keen on the idea and I think his enthusiasm must have got to me because I got quite turned on as I tied his wrists and ankles to the corner of the bed. The only thing was, so did he, which meant that almost no sooner had I ripped his trousers open and sunk his very hard cock into my warm and willing mouth than he started to come, pumping juice to the back of my throat and making me gag slightly. I lifted my head a little and looked into his eyes as he came, then I more or less had to swallow some. He got a nice sloppy kiss, but not quite the mouthful I think he had been hoping for. Still, by the time I left he was definitely smiling, so I think he forgave me! I remember thinking at the time that these things often balance up, so I almost knew it wouldn't be long before someone was looking to rip clothes off me, and that brings me back to Shaun.

Shaun and I have met up a few times now, and though the scenarios we role play do vary, the tight ripping is almost always part of the fun. For me too, as it turns out, though what I will say is what is acceptable for one person might not hold true for others. Shaun has a strong, confident manner that is assertive without being demeaning, and as a result I am happy to go along with his ideas in a way that not everybody is allowed to be.

You'll see from the pictures we took at the time that Shaun asked me to dress a little provocatively for him. I jump at the chance to wear my boots, and paired them with a lovely short skirt that takes little encouragement to ride up and show what is underneath! It is great from flashing stocking tops, but then I remembered I needed to wear tights for this particular session. I think the idea for this role play was for yours truly to be a little something of a tease, egging the guy on only to find her bluff called!

We got some lovely shots of me posing, slightly naughty ones at first, then steadily building up to the more explicit. I remember hearing a very satisfying moan from Shaun as I bent over the sofa, lifting the hem of my skirt to show him my bum, and more importantly the tights that lay between him and paradise. I turned over, laid back on the sofa, and looked into Shaun's eyes as I opened my legs for him. I got another very welcome growl, then watched as he clicked away at the camera button.

'Only thing is, Lorna, I'm not sure how to do you...front or back?'

(I loved his romantic approach!)

'Tell you what, why don't you get your tits out and give me a blowjob while I think it over.'

See what I mean? But the thing was there was something about his easy manner that meant I was willing to comply. I unzipped him and knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, looking up into his eyes (and the camera) as he gave me a running commentary on my oral sex technique.

'That's good, that's really good. Not too hard now, don't want me finishing early, do we? Just enough to get me nice and hard...nice and hard. Just in case I decide you're getting it up the arse, right?'

I just put my efforts into sucking him erect, then almost as an afterthought he said,

'I think that's enough. Let's get those fucking tights out of the way, right?'

He helped me up from my knees, then dispassionately bent me over at the waist, his fingers working eagerly on the gusset of my tights. There was a tearing noise, and then his mouth was on me, pressing into me and lapping, his tongue dividing its time between my pussy and my anus.

'Sit down, Lorna, let's start with missionary.'

I held the torn underwear up, and after a final kiss he stood, put his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and eased himself inside. He grinned at me, then began to move. For what probably sounds very matter-o-fact he was actually a very considerate lover, moving and thrusting to make sure he wasn't the only one taking pleasure from our coupling. We changed positions to doggy, this is a position I really enjoy, and we stayed this way for a few minutes. There aren't so many pictures of this because most of the time his hands were busy on my tits, squeezing and stroking them as he fucked me enthusiastically!

I knew I was getting close and I was sure he was too.

'Hang on, Lorna, let's have some souvenir photos.'

Back in doggy, I let my tits swing free while he worked the camera on my mobile. I slid backwards and forwards, riding his nice fat cock. I had a little orgasm, followed quickly by a stronger second one. I don't know if the contractions throbbing through my pussy did it for him, or the rather unladylike words I used to urge him to shoot his load into me, but within a few seconds he was pushing deep in and swearing. I felt the tightness and friction there vanish, and knew he had shot plenty up me. You'll see on the pictures how the deep thrusts of his orgasm pushed some of it out leaving his cock coated with the thick, hot semen he had put into me. I turned and dropped onto the sofa, opening my legs to show the reset of the creampie oozing between my pussy lips.

'One more souvenir photo, I think!' I said, motioning to him to pass the camera over, then snapping the little puddle of spunk that had formed in a hollow at the base of his cock. I was still slightly glowy from my climax, so I did the decent thing and licked his cock and balls clean. I was hoping he might do the same for me, but I think perhaps I had drained him a little too efficiently, so in the end I got to take some of him home with me.

Maybe next time!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Tuesday, September 10th 2019

Lorna and Pippa – Rehearsal

Hello All,

I know you're keen to hear about my London Tour with Pippa, so here's something of a peep behind the scenes! As you may know, I recently spent a few days at a delightful apartment near Canary Wharf on a London tour with my double delight partner Pippa. We had some very positive reactions to our threesome sessions, and I'd like to think that part of that was down to our close understanding.

Now there are various ways of approaching this. I know of some men who literally hand you a script and ask for it to be performed verbatim, and at the other end of the spectrum are guys who are content to go with the flow. Most will fit somewhere beyond the two extremes, which means it is good to have a kind of skeleton arrangement with the other lady, so you can both delight without getting hung up on the details.

Now that might sound a little artificial, but it's really more a case of practicalities - given that our lover is almost certain to have just the one cock, it means he can only fuck one of us at a time (though we have been told we often make it feel otherwise!). We don't have a rota; sometimes it makes sense for one of us to hang back a little while the gentleman takes his pleasure with the other. I do quite like being fucked from behind, if pressed I would say that Pippa is a little keener on missionary position than I am, but both of us are more than willing to play different parts.

There is a particular position that our gentlemen seem to enjoy - one girl on her back in missionary, the second sitting on her face, receiving lovely oral attention, keeping her close to the boil so she is raring to go when it is her turn to lie back and open her legs. The only problem with this position is that the sight can be a bit overwhelming, meaning the gentleman explodes into the first lady. I don't know about Pippa (remember I can't see all that much when I am on the end of a nice hard seeing-to!), but when I am on top of her I do like to maintain eye contact, smile and let slip the occasional naughty word as he takes her.

I have to confess to a certain little technique here; I ask the gentleman to do what I do, then I put my hands down and feel Pippa's lovely big breasts The guy's hands are generally on my tits like a shot, and he is eager to play a game of Simon Says - Lorna says, I suppose! - pawing, squeezing and caressing to match the movements of my hands on Pippa's body. When I know he must be getting close, I often lean close, french kiss him, then whisper say something slightly unfair such as, "Come on, give it to her, fucking blow your load up her." Or something equally subtle! Pippa tells me when she feels me shifting on her face she knows he'll soon be pumping his come into her body.

Of course, sometimes it's Pippa who is on my face, while our gentleman is inside me. She's a little taller than me, which makes it a bit easier to kiss the guy, but the end result is much the same! I love the sensation of her pussy lips pressed onto my face as she snogs the guy, and I can more or less hold a countdown to the moment when he fills his condom in me!

Obviously this involves a degree of understanding between Pippa and myself, and so when we got sorted out in the apartment on the first night of our tour we spent a little while before our first caller working out how to get the best out of our rooms, our beds and last but not least each other's bodies. Which brings me to the little film here - a little record of the time I found Pippa playing with a particularly throbbing black vibrator. Now there was no way my lovely friend was going to have to bring herself off, so I decided to give her a helping hand...then mouth...!

I gently stroked the inside of her thighs, before my fingers found themselves drawn to that lovely sweet spot between her legs. My fingertips brushed fleetingly over her, then I thought of just how sweet she really tasted and decided I couldn't resist - I had to put my mouth on her. She laid the vibrator to one side and let me put my lips there, making the most delightful sighs as I tasted her juice. I broke off, touching her pussy delicately, then somehow my blouse was open and she was pulling me down on top of her, our breasts crushing together and her mouth eager to meet mine. I got a little carried away and put my tongue right into her head without my usual polite approach, but from the way her hands went to my shoulders and pulled me close I could tell she wasn't all that bothered!

I knew she was eager to see my boobs, so I helped her free them from my classy new bra, then lifted and leaned to hold her to my breast for her to suckle. Her mouth made a lovely ring all the way to the edge of my swollen aureole, and I felt a lovely tingling as her tongue and teeth worked gently on my flesh. I smiled and for a moment I wished I had some milk to give her - I'm sure she would have drunk it!

We broke off and resumed snogging, then Pippa decided I was overdressed for what she had in mind. She slowly unzipped my leather skirt, sliding it down with a hand that was keen to stroke and hold the peachy flesh of my bum, gently caressing each cheek before investigating the gap inbetween. The kiss that followed was as hurried as mine had been, her tongue going into my open mouth as she reached between my cheeks and started to finger me. For a moment I toyed with the idea of sliding a fingertip into her arse, but Pippa had other ideas! She got me on my back, my legs open, then started to masturbate me as she kissed me deeply.

From me originally wanting to help her out the rules of the game had changed completely! All I could do was lie back while her hand moved quickly over my clitoris; that and wait for the orgasm she was so keen to give me to build and break over me like a lovely warm wave. I just lay there limply while she sat and admired her handiwork - yours truly in a gorgeous afterglow! I reached up and pulled her down towards me to give her a thank you kiss.

We did eventually find time to have something to eat that evening, but nothing to distract us from a little more "rehearsal". And I have to tell you there was only one bed to make the next day!

Don’t miss the movie I’ve just posted - to go along with this blog

Stay horny!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx