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Monday, May 7th 2018

Lorna Blu the Alpha Tester

Hello my horny friends,

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

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

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

Lots of love,

Lorna Blu xxx

Tuesday, April 24th 2018

Jeans and Feet

Hello my horny Friends,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy the pics!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, April 18th 2018

Kitten Heels

Hello my Horny Friends,

I am going to prefix this blog story with a gentle word to the wise - please don't try this at home!

Now I have an unwritten rule that I may eventually get round to making a written rule and it is this - no youngsters! Of course, "youngster" is such a relative term, but for me these days it means 25. I know a lot of younger men like the idea of being taken in charge by a more mature lady, and truth be told I rather like doing that as well, but there's a limit, and in my case, I set that limit at the quarter-century mark. It still allows for a nice, tantalisingly inappropriate age gap between myself and the much younger man (not to mention authentic role plays when your mature auntie seduces you!) but it also means I don't have to worry about legality or, which is worse, the kind of young man who hasn't learned to appreciate the finer things in life when it comes to a lady and her needs. So, twenty-five it is, and if I suspect you're under that threshold I will probably refuse your booking request.

It's fair to say, however, that sometimes I allow a little leeway, and this is what happened just around the run in to Christmas with Ethan. Now the name itself set a little alarm bell ringing, as it is not a name that was popular very many years back, but the guy seemed genuine and his feedback looked to be in order, so we set up a meeting at a hotel for later in the week. When I turned up in the bar - a nice neutral place to get to know my latest lover - I could have sworn that the boy beaming at me had yet to leave High School! Appearances can be deceptive though, and he did state quite clearly that he was twenty-seven, so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

It was clear quite quickly that he was very self-confident. I guess most women find this an appealing feature in a man, though it can have its drawbacks, particularly if it crosses over into arrogance. I like to be taken into consideration, and I don't like to be taken for granted, and a few men who have come into my life would have had a much better time with me if they realised that! Fortunately, Ethan was polite, friendly, and had an engaging way of tipping his head slightly while maintaining eye contact, that just made me feel I was the only person in the room with him.

There's a very curious feeling I get sometimes, where the sound of a voice kind of echoes or buzzes in my head (I really can't think of a better description of this, sorry!) and it nearly always leads to me getting very turned on very quickly. We were still on pleasantries about our trips to the hotel when I felt it start to happen. I still had my doubts about his age, but I was also aware that I wanted him quite badly. The annoying part was that I felt sure that he could read this in me quite clearly. It made for something of a role reversal! He smiled at me and asked me, with a completely straight face, if I knew about the courtship ritual of the giant clams that live near the Great Barrier Reef. Confused I shook my head, then watched as he brought his arms up in front of his face and laid one on top of the other, fist to elbow. He then lifted one arm and dropped the other, mimicking the opening of a large shell, and silently mouthed "wanna fuck?" through the gap. I caught sight of his silly grin and burst out laughing. I drained my glass and said, as casually as I could,

"Shall we go?"

We exchanged knowing glances and smiles as we made our way to the lift. He was on the eighth floor and there was another lady with us when the doors opened. However, she got out at the first floor, and I was just about to make a comment about her short journey when I saw him looking at me closely, the smile fading slightly. Without a word he slowly put his hand onto my right breast and held it, firmly but not harshly, his fingers moving slightly as if he was playing a musical instrument instead of my body. He sighed gently. I grew wetter. The lift stopped on the fourth floor and the doors opened, but he never took his hand away, even though there could have been people there. As it happened whoever had been waiting must have grown tired and walked off. The doors closed and our journey resumed.

'I've been waiting to do that for months,' he said, as if it made up for what was a pretty brazen, if stimulating approach. I heard the buzzing in my head again and noted how my logical mind was a little irritated, while my earthier side wanted him to take me there and then. My logical side won out, and I held his wrist and took his fingers off me, though close enough to see he hadn't completely blotted his copybook.

"Tell me more," I said.

In a way I was playing for time, trying to see if he could win over my mind as easily as he had persuaded my body.

"I've wanted you for ages," he said, "I've been imagining you in bed with me, thinking about how it will feel, how we'll make love, what I can do to bring you pleasure. I really want to make you cum, so I can be inside you when it happens."

My logical mind was so very close to being persuaded, catching up with the way my body yearned for him. I still held his left wrist in my right hand. I stretched out my left hand, took hold of the free wrist, then lifted his right hand and put it onto my chest, staring into his eyes.

"She'll only get jealous if you don't squeeze her as well," I told him.

The lift pinged and the doors opened. He moved as if to take his hand away, but I put mine over his to prevent him. I leaned in and pushed my boob into his fingers, then looked at the opening, half expecting to see a shocked resident. Again, the floor was deserted.

"Ah well, that's my career as an exhibitionist done for," I said.

"Apart from the CCTV, of course." He nodded at the black dome in the corner of the lift.

We both giggled a little and walked to his room hand in hand. He put the card key in, pushed the door ajar slightly. He seemed puzzled as I held back a little. I smiled.

"If I go through this door with you, I guarantee you're going to have a wonderful time," I said. "I am going to let you kiss me, then undress me, then kiss me some more. I will let you put your tongue into my mouth, onto my nipples, and if you put your head between my legs I will let you put your tongue inside me there as well. If you are as good with it as I imagine you will be, I think you'll find my first orgasm will be quick, my second deeper. The third one you'll feel through your cock. But there's still the matter of if..."

I tailed off. It was nice to see it was his turn to hurt through wanting. Heaven was waiting for us both. If...

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

He was earnest, mildly concerned, not at all angry or frustrated. I smiled. No sense of entitlement to me, envelope or no envelope. A good start. So, I told him my age rule and asked if he met the criteria. He reached into his jacket pocket and showed me his driver's licence. His picture was baby-faced on that as well, but the figures didn't lie. He'd be twenty-eight in March. So, my final condition...

"OK, last but not least, I like humour. So, make me laugh. Say something suggestive. But funny, not smutty. Pick something I'm wearing and tell me why it's sexy."

He looked me up and down again. I wondered what he would choose? The patterned blouse? The plain grey skirt? The golden chain dangling tantalisingly over my cleavage? The suspender tights that were discretely formed to allow easy access to me, if only he knew it?

"The shoes."

"The shoes?"

"The shoes." Nodding for emphasis. I was intrigued.

"And why the shoes, pray?"

"Just like you! Kitten heels, right?"

"Stylish, like you. High quality, like you. And sexy - I mean, heels are heels, right? And the kitten part...I have always had a weak spot for a little adorable pussy."

I stepped through the door ahead of him. No point wasting time, was there?

Sweet kisses,

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, March 28th 2018

Afterglow with the Easter Bunny

Happy Easter Everyone!

Easter automatically brings to mind certain creatures that have been associated with this time of year since - well, nobody knows when, really! So, although it may be a cliché, I was determined that I would have an Easter photo shoot to reflect this, to get you horny guys (and girls) all hot and bothered in a sexy seasonal outfit. Unfortunately, though I hunted high and low, I just couldn't track down where I had put my yellow fluffy chick outfit with the working beak. So, you'll just have to put up with my fall-back outfit - this rather skimpy, diaphanous white outfit, with the plunging neckline., and the cute bunny ears. I do hope you approve of this substitute!

I did originally like to think of it as modest, because technically speaking it does cover all those parts that need to be covered up if you don't want to get arrested in this country! But a girlfriend of mine took a different view when I showed it to her,

'Lorna, that outfit covers up everything except your intentions.'

I hadn't thought of it that way!

Seeing as I had started off down the bunny road, I thought I could perhaps include some pictures of me enjoying some "me time" with one of my favourite toys - the cheekily named "rabbit", of course! Now, I don't know if you've actually seen rabbits copulating, but I can tell you it is not a long-lasting process. Which is where my artificial rabbit has the upper hand (paw?). Oh, I do have a couple of little demons that can get me from nought to afterglow in seconds flat, but most of the time nothing hits the spot like a nice, drawn-out fantasy where my little friend takes care of my needs.

I like authenticity, so these pictures are from a genuine "rabbit time" session, where I was indulging in a fantasy suggested by a friend of mine. He tells me he is a big fan of my nipples and wondered if I had ever shared them. So, just for you, Steven, in the earlier pictures with my bright pink rabbit I am thinking of what you suggested - your head and another man's, each of you suckling on one of my nipples in a playful competition to see who takes me first...

Except we already know the result, don't we? We both know how much you'd like to watch while another man fucks me. In the pictures where the rabbit is going in really deep, what I am thinking of just then is my head in your lap, so I can feel the pressure of your erection through the soft, blond curls at the base of my neck, while I open my legs wide to my other gentleman friend. I can look up into your eyes as he enters me, and I can feel the twitching and swelling of your cock, as you watch him fucking me hard and see me coming as he pounds me. I know it hurts you and it turns you on at the same time, but please don't come in my hair, Steven. Not when you know I need you to take over inside me, once he has shot his load...

Hmm, it's going to be a long weekend. I think I may need some more batteries before it starts!

Hope you enjoy your Easter Break,

Sweet kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Tuesday, March 27th 2018

The Dancer

Hello my horny friends!

The weather here in the North West has been so cold over the last few weeks that I think it's almost a public service to share some memories of a recent visit to a much sultrier climate with you! Spring is currently doing its best to drive out those beastly chills, but I'd like you to imagine yourself in a place where anything more than a thin cotton shirt is going to be uncomfortable.

It doesn't take long for you to learn not to move any more than you have to, and also to appreciate the cool, gentle breeze blowing inside some of the traditional buildings they have here. This evening you find yourself invited to one building in particular, a place where your questions to the friend who brought you here are answered only in a knowing smile and a request to wait and see.

You are shown into a room where a group of men are sitting on low stools, drinking the strong, sweet coffee that is popular here. There is a gentle murmur of anticipation in the room, just audible above the music playing through discreet speakers. The music increases in volume, and then the door opens and a woman enters the room. What she is wearing is traditional, explains your friend, but it is a tradition some way from the normal standards of modesty you'd see outdoors.

'She comes to dance for us all tonight,' you are told, 'First to dance for all, then later to dance for one alone.'

The dance starts slowly as she makes around the room, her face a beaming smile to each man in turn, the flutter of her hips - and other curves! - emphasised by the metallic swish of the coin-like trinkets on her clothing. When each man has been teased - did you get a special little smile from her just there? - she gives herself more to the dance.
The music has changed now, the languid pipes more urgent somehow, and something that is almost a drum marking an insistent pitched beat in each bar, a beat that in its fall invites you to dip, or to rise up. Or to thrust...

You tell your friend that you thought that it was normally the younger girls who danced in this way. He is dismissive.

'Ha! For the tourists, maybe. For this dance, and for the dance that is to come for one alone, one needs a real woman. A woman who knows all the ways of pleasing men.'

The men lean forward, some licking their lips. The costume has become skimpier, the coin-laden top pushed down to take the place of the discarded silky pants. Bare-breasted now, she pushes her chest out to men she selects from the crowd, nipples inches from the open mouths that would love to taste them. The music is pulsing faster and faster, and the blonde teases her audience with fleeting touches of her fingers against that most secret of places. The thud of the bass has accelerated, and her hips react to each note, the symbolism too blatant to ignore. The whole room is hanging on her movements, watching her as she acts out what each hopes will come to him later, till with a crash the music falls uncannily silent - the woman stands, panting, eyes closed, head back, breasts thrust out, back arched, as if frozen at the point of climax. Then she stands up, smiles gently at all her audience, bows her head a little and walks sedately to the door.

'And now?'

Your voice is more urgent than you thought it would be.

'Now we go to our rooms and wait. She will decide who will see the second dance. And what a dance it will be for him that is chosen! I have heard it said that she can draw the seed from a man seven times before the sun rises...'

The group of men breaks up, and they climb upstairs to a balcony that looks down on the empty dance chamber. You follow and watch as each goes to his own room. You open the door to your room, and see a shaded corridor leading to the bedroom, lit only by what comes into the room from the balcony.

There is more coffee in the room, and the sounds of the busy evening street life filter through the shuttered windows. You take a sip of the coffee and wonder how the dancer chooses her lover. Your mind wanders a little, and at first you hardly notice the room is that little bit brighter. You turn and see the door is open, and there is a figure framed in the light.

The dancer has chosen.

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, March 15th 2018

Cum on Glasses

Hello My Horny Friends,

Do you like roller coasters? I don't think I qualify as the sort of adrenaline junky who goes around seeking out the latest, tallest, fastest, most-time-upside-down kind of roller coaster, so don't expect to see me undressing on "The Big One" any time soon (I was so disappointed when I found out that one was not that sort of ride, by the way!) but you don't have to go clattering around a track at Alton Towers to experience ups and downs and excitement, as I found out on Mother's Day.

To set the scene: a couple of weeks beforehand my son had been in touch, to say he was planning to visit me on Mother's Day. Now, while I love him to bits and his heart is undoubtedly in the right place, he is not the most organised of people, and experience should have taught me that things very rarely go exactly according to plan where he is concerned. I didn't know whether he planned to whisk me out for a meal, or perhaps he was expecting me to cook for us, but one thing was for sure I would need to keep the page clear in my diary, which meant no gentlemen callers!

This meant letting down one particular chap who had been hoping for an extended meeting the evening before. And when I say an extended meeting I mean an extended meeting - we were planning to explore how it would feel for him to be tied spread-eagled to the bed while I had my wicked way with him over the course of three or four hours - extended in two senses of the word! He has this ability to fuck for ages before he allows himself to come (there's no point asking me how he does it, I am just happy that he can!) so there were two disappointed people on the phone call when I said we would have to postpone our get-together.

Now my son works in IT, and his job means he can get called out to client sites to fix important systems if a problem crops up with one of them. I don't know whether he forgot to swap his weekend on call with one of his colleagues, or someone grabbed the weekend off the rota before he could, but on the Sunday morning he dropped me an email to let me know that all the arrangements were still on track for the day (even though I still didn't know what they were!) he might have to take a phone call or two during the day. It wasn't quite the "mother-son" time that I had been expecting but given how he seems to flit around from one place to another and the social whirl he operates in I felt I should be grateful for small mercies. Then I closed the email and saw a horny text from "Sir Lastalot" saying he was happy to meet up at short notice if the chance occurred, and a certain part of my body had a pang of regret! And that, Your Honour, is why Lorna had taken herself off to the bedroom and put her hand in her panties at exactly that point in time...

If the interruption had come five minutes later - or if I had come five minutes sooner! - then things would have turned out differently. I was just on the point of easing myself on top of my fantasy companion, making a cone of my fingers to push into my pussy, when there was a knock at the door. I tried ignoring it at first, but my caller was insistent and with a shock I thought it might be my boy turning up early for once. I pulled up the clothes I had pulled down, pulled down the clothes I had pulled up and tried to overlook the fact that I was about three quarters of the way to what promised to be a highly satisfactory orgasm in a bid to look respectable.

There was a third knock, so I called out "Coming!", which I felt was adding insult to injury under the circumstances and went to open the door. It was Brian, a friend of my son going back to primary school days. Seeing him standing there was a little shock and kind of threw me at first. He had been a frequent visitor when the boys were growing up, then came adolescence and I think he developed something of a crush on me, which made him act a little shy around the house. I tried to make light of it, which worked for the most part, until one day when he was waiting for my son to get changed I went into a room unannounced and found him sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and a tentpole of an erection in his trousers. I didn't know for sure if I was the cause, but he caught me staring at it and we both got terribly embarrassed and pretended very unsuccessfully that nothing was out of the ordinary. In a way the shared experience brought us closer over time, but neither of us acted on it, which was just as well as I think I might have wound up breaking the law with him! Not too long afterwards my son went off to University so I saw much less of Brian though he would still feature in the occasional fantasy of taking a young man's virginity. So between that and the fact I had just been playing with myself barely two minutes beforehand you can imagine I was slightly flustered when I saw him!

I invited him in and we chatted politely. It seemed to me there might have been a double booking, or perhaps the idea was to go out for a few beers once the Mother's Day obligations had been discharged, but just as I was getting to grips with the situation my mobile rang and a son-shaped spanner got chucked in the works! A server had gone down at a local company, it would take a while to fix and it had to be up and running before evening for their production schedules to be generated. About an hour, hour and half tops, was that OK, Mum? There wasn't much I could say except fine, then hang up and break the news to Brian.

I had a rather nice bottle of Pinot Noir in the kitchen, on standby in case my darling son was expecting home cooking and forgot to visit the off licence en route, and under the circumstances I thought it might well help things along while we waited! I asked Brian if he'd like a drink, and he accepted eagerly.

I took a couple moment or two while I was fetching the wine to think things over, knowing that he used to fancy me, knowing that I had fantasised about seducing him on quite a few occasions, and above all knowing that I was feeling horny as hell. You don't get too many opportunities to revisit that kind of situation, and here it was on a plate. I took a deep breath and decided, if things went that way, I would fuck him.

He was sitting in the corner of the sofa, exactly where I had seen him that time when he was still a schoolboy. I handed him his glass, then sat just a little closer than I really needed to, folding a leg under my body. There was an awkward but delicious silence, broken by Brian asking when my son would arrive. We both knew that he was an atrocious timekeeper, just as we both knew that when Brian said that, he was really asking if we had enough time to fuck each other. We had more than enough time, but not if things were only going to develop at a snail's pace, so I decided to push things along a little.

'I'm not wearing any knickers, you know.'

I think I was expecting a bit more of a reaction, but he seemed to take it in his stride. There was a pause, then he asked if I was joking. I assured him I wasn’t, then sat back as he took hold of my hem and lifted it slightly. I asked if I had shocked him, and he said I had, though I think it was perhaps more a case of surprise than shock. Maybe he had been thinking of a little mild flirtation with me, something he could elaborate on when he got home later, but I had other plans. I lay back while he tentatively touched me and did for real something he must have dreamed about over the years. He put his hand flat on me, then touched me gently, fingers tracing their way over and gently in between my pussy lips. He must have felt how wet I was.

'Would you like me to fuck you?'

Play it cool, Lorna, I thought, but I think I must have had the silliest of grins on my face as I just nodded at him. I took him into the kitchen, leaving him there a moment while I made sure the Yale lock was most definitely on. When I returned he was naked from the waist down, so I made him get up on the work surface while I sucked and rubbed him into stiffness. We changed places, and he sank into my very willing pussy, making up for lost time with every long, hard stroke of his cock inside me. He freed up my tits, kissing and squeezing them, then gave me a deep French kiss as I came.

The counter top was not built for comfort, so we moved back to the sofa, where I stripped him fully and made him take me doggy for a long and satisfying fuck that gave me two very nice orgasms. I was beginning to think I had found a new challenger for the title of Sir Lastalot, then he announced he had always wanted to cum on my face. So, it was his turn to lay back, while I leaned over him and sucked my musky cunt juice from his cock. I was more than happy to take his load and swallow it, but he said he wanted to see me covered. I was a little sceptical, but he said he had wanted to do this for years and it would be very special for him, so I agreed.

Experience has taught me you don't want sperm in your eyes if you can help it, so I insisted on putting my glasses on, but this seemed to make things better from his point of view. I pulled back a little, without getting completely out of range, and he took hold of his cock, pointed it straight into my face, and with a few slight hand movements let me have the lot - my cheek, my nose, my lips - nowhere seemed to be safe from Brian's powerful jets of sperm. I think he managed to get some in my hair, and even one final jet went on to hit my right breast, where it rested delicately on his left thigh. I caught a final droplet on my tongue and used it as a kind of top glaze on my moist, glossy red lips.

He looked at me as if lost in who knows what thoughts of a fantasy finally fulfilled while I mopped my face dry with some tissues from the lounge table. There was a slightly embarrassed air between us, as if the knowledge that he was shortly going to face a guy whose mother he had just fucked was troubling him slightly. It was certainly troubling the mother a little! The warm glow from the orgasms Brian had just given me was fading slightly as the roller coaster set off on the way down. Then, as if on cue, my mobile pinged as a text message arrived. He watched as I read the message and took it in. He looked a little puzzled as I started to smile, so I read the text aloud.
"HI MUM. SORRY, THIS JOB IS TURNING INTO A RIGHT PAIN IN THE REAR END, LOOKS LIKE I WILL BE HERE ALL DAY. CAN WE POSTPONE MOTHER'S DAY TILL NEXT SUNDAY? WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!! PS IF BRIAN CALLS TELL HIM I TRIED TO SPEAK TO HIM, THOSE BEERS WILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER DAY."
'Well, it looks as if we've both been stood up, Brian I have a chicken for roasting, if you're not going to be getting a pub meal today?'
'OK,' he said cautiously.
'In which case we've got the best part of two hours while that cooks. Why don't you get us another glass of red each and we can chat about the old days. Or something. In bed...'

Oh dear … I’m never going to get to heaven!

Sweet kisses,

Stay Horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, March 9th 2018

BJ At The Opera

Hello my Horny Friends,

Spring is finally on the way, so perhaps I can get you feeling Frisky with my latest escapade ...

I like to think of myself as a respectable lady, dignified, at ease in all sorts of social situations and generally the epitome of class. The only trouble is my very refined exterior contains a rather naughty interior Lorna, one that really enjoys indulging her sensuality and her sexuality. So sometimes when the mood takes me I do indulge myself! I recall one night I was accompanying a gentleman friend on an outing to the opera. The dress was not a problem for me, and if I say so myself I looked rather fetching!
We took some photos before going out, which seemed to cause my gentleman friend a few difficulties. I was coyness itself of course, but there was no getting away from the fact that my outfit tended to draw attention to my chest - specifically the large areas of juicy, lickable flesh with that oh-so-tempting valley that seems to fascinate men so much! His difficulties included eyes out on stalks, tongue dropping down to obscure his bow tie and a certain rigidity in his trousers. Giving a man a hard-on is always something I enjoy, and the photos got a little more tantalising. I can be such a tease sometimes!
I finished off my glass of wine and was just about to tell him that we ought to be going when he started getting frisky! He's a very good kisser, very polite but still nicely "in charge" when it comes to deep tongue kisses, and as I closed my eyes I could feel myself starting to respond, if you know what I mean. I squirmed, but as I felt him place his warm hand on my frankly slightly chilly breast it was as if a switch was flicked. I don't normally do self-discipline, but the truth is I was looking forward to the show so I told him to behave - a remark I was partly addressing to my naughty self! - and that there would be plenty of time for him to have me later on. He looked a little crestfallen at first, so I hinted there would be something a little special coming his way.
The meal before we went into the evening's entertainment passed off well, and with arms linked we went into the box that had been assigned to us.
Owing to a little fluke with the tickets, my date and I found ourselves alone in our box, and whether it was the wine, the company, the music (I'm not normally a major opera fan!) or that little hint of pleasure postponed from earlier in the evening, I started feeling the urge I mentioned, the need to get a little more involved, starting to make its presence felt as the first half got under way.
Went down was the operative term! I don't suppose this is a common problem, but there is not too much you can do in a crowded opera house without drawing attention to yourself (remember lots of people there have binoculars!), and while I do sometimes go in for sex in public places I was aiming to be a little more refined this time round. I decided a little oral fun would be just about right though, and as the rather buxom soprano went into an aria I secretly unzipped my male friend and sent my neatly-varnished fingertips on a voyage of exploration in his underwear.
It didn't take long for me to discover the wildlife I had been seeking, and after giving him some gentle finger-tip strokes, I eased his cock out of his fly, gave its thickening shaft one or two strokes to firm things up even more, then calmly dropped my head into his lap, so he could appreciate my tonsils as well as hers.
Things went well - I had been keeping him nicely on the boil during dinner - and just as she went into raptures before jumping off the battlements or something I felt the tell-tale stiffening of his thighs and positioned myself to receive the fruits of my labours in my mouth.
It was a slightly unusual orgasm he had - he seemed to be coming quite slowly, but prolifically. His sperm kept flowing, and I kept my mouth in place, trying to catch as much in my mouth as I could, waiting for a pause so I could swallow the evidence. I thought he had finished, but it turned out he was still shooting, so as I took my lips away from his cock things were still in flow, so to speak, and a fair dollop went into my cleavage, unseen. I lifted my head, tapping his shoulder so he looked round to watch while I dealt with it. (If you've never had a mature blonde make eye contact while she swallows, do please get in touch. It can really set a guy up for round two, I find!)
We watched on until the interval, then when the house lights came up we stood up, applauded then started making our way downstairs to the bar for interval drinks. We were on the first landing below our box when my date caught sight of my predicament and hissed to me to turn towards him. I'm not sure what people made of him as he took his handkerchief out and dabbed as innocently as he could at my left breast, but nobody said anything. Very discreet these opera-goers!
You'll be pleased to hear that we made it through the second half without incident, though my urges got a little stronger as the evening wore on, and though I did manage to resist the urge to have him cowgirl style before the end of the performance, it didn't take us long to get back behind closed doors come the finale and do just that. Our clothes stayed on as we kept unzipping and unfastening to the absolute minimum required, and I avoided the risk of a repeat of the accidental "pearl necklace" by making sure he came somewhere nice and out of sight!

Have a great weekend!

Lots of love, and a long deep kiss that makes you go hard!

Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, March 2nd 2018

Nurse Lorna Home Visit

Hello my horny friends,

Hope you’re all coping with this extreme weather (and that all your bits haven’t shriveled up!)

Isn't it nice when you can combine more than one sort of pleasure?

I thought this recently when I went to visit a particularly dear friend of mine. We had originally planned to meet the week before, but then he fell victim to one of these colds that have been doing the rounds recently, and a couple of days before we were due to meet I got a sniffly phone call from him saying we would have to postpone. We were both disappointed, and I offered to come round and be a night nurse to him, to make sure he was nicely settled into bed and getting plenty of fluids and so on. We joked about it a little, then he said,

"I have a better idea, Lorna."

"Go on..." (he had intrigued me, and I love being intrigued!)

"Well, it seems to me it would make more sense if you came round once I was better, and we could both enjoy Nurse Lorna's visit properly."

Which is how a few days later I came to be wearing my lovely, shiny new white nurse's uniform and matching white stockings. My patient had been prescribed bed rest, though it was clear that he had only taken the first half of that particular message on board. I spent a little while showing how nicely the outfit fitted, but it seemed even the evidence of his own eyes wasn't enough for him - he had to touch as well.

Perhaps my decision to comment on how difficult it was to get the top fastened drew attention to my cleavage, and looking back on it now my attempt to make sure his underpants were nice and smooth could have been misinterpreted. All I know is that he gave a kind of moan at one point, just as I was fluffing up his pillows, and the next thing I knew was his hand was helping itself to a far from accidental grope of my bottom. I didn't say anything at first, as a nurse I didn't want my patient to get in any trouble, and after a few seconds his fingers slid gently down the silk-clad back of my thigh.

I took a deep breath and leaned across his face, trying to reach the far corner of a pillow that was just a little too crumpled for my liking. (My view on these matters is that if you're going to fluff something you should do so properly, and the last thing you want when you're doing so is something sitting limply when it should be nice and proud and stiff.) Obviously, this had the side-effect of pressing his face directly between my breasts - I maybe should mention the scent I had just dabbed in there - and in hindsight it is quite possible I was actually suffocating him. But even if he was on the way to a novel coroner's verdict - embosomed to death - he was very nice about it, gently prising my cleavage from his face with his hands.
And that was about the point we gave up on the play acting and just got down to the sex! I threw back the bedclothes, ran my fingers over the growing bulge in his underwear, then having freed his cock from his pants began to give him the kind of "look, no hands" blowjob that so many men seem to enjoy. I know there was another moan from him, but I think it was more the feeling of my bright red lips slowly working their way down his length.

I don't usually go in for "gagging" deep throat when I take a man's cock into my mouth, but I surprised myself a little this time just how much of his penis was inside my head. I gave a couple of tentative strokes, pulling back till just the head was between my lips, then going down once more till I felt it gently entering the top of my throat. I even toyed with the idea of letting him come there, just pumping his jizz straight into my stomach and bypassing the taste buds, but then my pussy decided my neck shouldn't be getting all the fun!

I sat on his lap, allowing the tip of his cock to slide along the length of my surprisingly wet pussy lips, then lifting one leg a little I lined him up and slowly sank down, feeling myself stretch as he slipped inside me. I grinned and began to ride him slowly, thinking how good a long, leisurely fuck would be, when all of a sudden, he began to twitch underneath me. His hands flew up to my chest and gave my tits a good mauling and I felt him pushing up inside me as he shot the first of several strong jets of cum right up me. I looked down him as sternly as I could manage under the circumstances (it is quite nice to think you've made a man lose control so spectacularly, you know!) and told him I hoped he had more where that came from, as I wasn't going to let him out of my cunt until he had got hard again and fucked me properly this time.

You know what? I didn't. And he did! And that's the importance of keeping your fluid levels up!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, February 14th 2018

Ripped tights

Happy Valentines day to all my Horny Friends!

As regular readers of my postings will know I recently spent some time in a delightfully sunny part of the world with a very dear friend of mine. We had a wonderful time, in more ways than one, and because he took his camera along I am able to show you some of the things we got up to. Not all of them, you understand, but hopefully enough here to tickle your fancy!

We decided to go out for lunch one day after having spent nearly all morning in bed. (It's not as lazy as it sounds, we had been awake since before seven o'clock!) My friend was dressed and ready, and began making noises about how long it took for women to be ready to face the world. So, partly as, a joke he picked up the camera and began snapping me as I did my hair and so on. I was just getting to that lovely stage of confidence in myself that doesn't seem to occur to men who dress rapidly, when he irritated me slightly with a remark, something about "That's fine, all shipshape and Bristol fashion" as he took a close-up picture that was mostly cleavage.

Now I know I have quite nice breasts, because so many of you seem to comment on them in the emails you send me. Those who have met me in person will always say much the same thing (often in the last few seconds before they come, for some reason!) so I wasn't irritated by that, but all the same I felt a little riposte was in order. I did a little pose, coy but flirtatious, and asked him

"Do you think I'm appropriately dressed? We don't want the waiter getting carried away again, do we?"

This was a reference to an incident earlier in the week, when with hindsight I showed a little too much cleavage, and the waiter somehow managed to splash some lemon cream sauce from a dish of langoustines. On me. You know where.

In the small restaurant there was no avoiding the fact - I knew it, my friend knew it, the waiter knew it, and the slowly widening circle of silence from people who were in a position to see knew it - it looked exactly like the outcome of a particularly productive titfuck that had splattered my boobs with thick, warm spunk that was now slowly sliding down to my breastbone.

The waiter was obviously thinking quickly of the options open to him - dive in with his cloth as quickly as possible and risk getting slapped, punched (or both), give the cloth to me and let me sort myself out, or hand the cloth to my date and miss out. In the end he did his best, strenuously maintaining eye contact as he put the cloth just in front of my face, his fingertips mere inches from the promised land of my bosom. I smiled sweetly as I took the cloth, trying to squeeze his fingertips just a little as I did, to let him know he wouldn't have been slapped, though how close he'd have come to being punched would have depended how much he dwelt on the task!

'We'll have to re-enact that scene when we get home,' said my friend, 'then I could come to your rescue and clean you up myself. Slowly and carefully, with my tongue.'

Well, it was a lovely thought, made a little lovelier by the fantasy that flashed through my mind of my friend sharing the job with the waiter, who had been rather attractive. I could hold one head to each breast while they did so, I thought, and that idea just flicked my priority switch from food to sex. I hitched my skirt up and my friend began clicking away, knew that lunch might have to be delayed slightly!

I could see the effect I was having on him as I posed more and more provocatively, and I cheekily decided to give him a running commentary on what I was thinking. When I mentioned the idea of a threesome it really caught his attention. I started to elaborate on the scenario, innocently asking how it might make him feel to watch while the waiter took me. It wasn't too long after that that I looked round and saw he had unzipped himself.

I was getting pretty turned on myself by this point. I really needed to come. I decided to sacrifice my tights for the greater good of my sexual well-being, and made him watch as I pushed a finger through the mesh and pulled the resulting hole into a tear large enough to get even the thickest waiter's cock inside me. I then asked if he'd like to have me first or second. I teasingly told him if he went second, he could hold me down while the waiter fucked me. He's pretty broad-minded but I think this might have shocked him a little, as he mumbled something about leaving that bit up to me. I surprised myself as well, because as I sought out my clit through the gap I told him that my index finger was his cock, while my middle finger would be the waiter. I gave him a couple of seconds for that thought to register, then slid both fingers together into what was by now a very wet and willing pussy!

I moved them inside myself, thinking how tight and stretched I might feel, then the next thing I knew he took hold of my hand and pulled it to one side, and I felt one very excited cock take its place. (And that is why the pictures stop at the "before" photo!)

It was a good job that I was so worked up! I came quickly, arching my back so he could bang his groin hard against me and keep the sensations going for longer, but more or less straight away I heard him panting and felt the heat of his sperm jetting inside my pussy. As he laid on top of me and got his breath back I innocently asked if that offer of cleaning me up still held good!

Hope you’ve had a Happy Horny Valentines day!

Big, long, slow, wet kiss … with tongues

Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, January 26th 2018

Lorna in Lacey White

Hello my Horny Friends,

My latest photo offering is called Lorna in Lacey White, I do hope that Lacey White isn't a porn star name. It sounds as if it could be! If so, maybe she'd like to work with me - a threesome with Lorna Blu and Lacey White sounds a very colourful affair!

In these photos I'm in a more reflective frame of mind. In a recent post I told you about a fantasy I had after a meeting with a much younger chap, where I imagined showing him some pointers on how to please a mature woman like yours truly. That set me thinking about a naughty interlude I could have with a much more considerate lover.

You.

You are my favourite lover. You know instinctively that love-making is not an Olympic sport, where prizes are awarded for things like the longest, the thickest, the hardest and the fastest, but a meeting of two minds and bodies, with a common purpose of giving and receiving a pleasure that is like no other.

(OK, there is something to be said for three bodies or more, but for this meeting I'm sticking to basics!)

You've already slipped into something cool and comfortable - the soft sheets on the bed we are going to share tonight. Dinner was delightful, and the wine - just enough to loosen any inhibitions, not so much as to impair performance - has had the desired effect. I can see you're longing to fuck me, but when I tell you "I thought we'd try something a little different," you know enough to go along with me. You know I will be worth it.

I slide into bed beside you, then tell you to take hold of your cock. As you do, I hold my fingertips up to your lips. You kiss them I smile wickedly and put my hand down between my legs, gently touching my way into those precious, sensitive parts. Like a mind reader, you begin to stroke yourself.

I know you like hearing me talk dirty, so I lean across and whisper to you as you watch the fingers you just kissed gently penetrate myself,

"You see, I've already got some of your juices inside my cunt. So, there's no need to hurry, now is there?"

You stroke a bit harder when you hear me say that word. You know I prefer softer words, but the thrill of hearing my pretty mouth say the C word turns you on, and turning you on turns me on. You can't see directly, but the twitch of your cock makes me a little bit wetter. We carry on, side by side, our arms touching just a little as we masturbate together - you thinking of me, me thinking of you. There is a brief silence, then I ask what we should do next.

I'm not asking you what you have always wanted most of all to do in your entire life ever and you know that. You know I'm asking about this moment here and now - this moment, the two of us and perhaps the novelty of something we've never done before. I can see your hand moving a little faster as you think - I know you have one or two very naughty foibles! - and in truth my hands speed up a little as we each imagine what the other wants. I can be very broad-minded when the fancy takes me, you know. And tonight, side by side, the fancy is definitely taking me. All you have to do is whisper back to me and tonight, in this bed, it will happen. And then you say the most erotic thing I can think of, a thing that gets the juices flooding over my fingers and nearly makes me come right there and then. You say,

"Surprise me."

You know I have some very naughty foibles as well, and you know that tonight could just be the night when you discover I know how to do some things you have never tried, not because you never wanted to but because you never knew you wanted to. I'm tempted to tell you I have around 50 metres of soft, strong rope in my overnight bag, just to see how your cock twitches at the thought of being a willing victim for my lesser-seen dominant urges. No; I think I have the very thing! Our hands move faster as I describe what I would do with you, given the chance. You look excited! The thought is the trigger I need - almost from nowhere the heat and tension of a powerful orgasm burst over me.

I know you're watching, you know I want you, you know I know you want to please me, I've just told you a secret about what I want to do with you and all of a sudden, it's too much for you as well. You turn sideways, and most of your ejaculation spatters my thighs and belly, but there's a lot on the sheets that cover you.

I think you're thinking about us getting up to change the sheets, but then you see me smile and move over to take your place is the sticky, sexy mess that is my bed and you know that means we both know that round two is coming very soon, and what we will do!

So that is what we would do if you were here tonight, my love...

Kisses!

Lorna Blu xxx

Monday, January 22nd 2018

An Equestrian Interlude

Hello my Horny Friends,

Hope you had a super weekend.

I’ve been horse-riding … to tell you this story more fully, I'd need to tell you about Alan, but it is late, and I have just come back from an evening meeting with a lovely and *very* well-endowed chap so I am going to cut to the chase!
For the purposes of this post, all you need to know is that Alan is a terribly sweet young man - not particularly manly perhaps, and not especially handsome! However a couple of years back we got to know each other a whole lot better, when one night I wound up giving him cause to be very, very grateful indeed to me. It has been paying off ever since.
Alan, god bless him, helps out at the stable of a friend of mine who lets me ride there. Alan and I have this little understanding - when I get the chance to ride, I try to time it so there won't be so many about, which gives us a little opportunity to indulge ourselves, and to play a little game.
The most recent time was a couple of weeks back. I saw Alan wasn't alone, so I had a quiet word with him to ask if he'd be able to help me with something later.
'In an hour or so, maybe,' he told me, as non-committal as he could.
'OK,' I said, then asked the now-traditional question. 'Heads or tails?'
His eyes were shining with anticipation as I flipped the coin. I didn't need to ask, really - he always goes for tails. I looked at the coin in my palm.
'Tails it is, Alan. You on me then?'
He nodded, blushing a little. I smiled at him, and turned to go to the horse he had got ready for me. I could sense him drinking in the shape of my arse as I strode to the door.
'Ms B?'
He always calls me that.
'Alan?'
''N..no need to shower on my behalf, Ms B.'
'Of course.'
I smiled again. He's getting quite the connoisseur, I thought! An hour's riding, a good natured but lively mount...I imagine I will be a little fragrant by the time I get back.
It was an hour and a half later, in fact, when he led me back into an empty house. The music room was the first one to hand, so we went there. He unbuttoned me, his hands trembling slightly (even now!) as he lifted my breasts free. His eyes were glued to the taught light fabric of my breeches. Ordinarily I would have lingered at this stage, but, he wanted me, I wanted him, and we knew we didn't have much time. I peeled the jodhpurs out of the way. I left the boots on though, I know he likes that.
He couldn't hold the camera and do what he does best, so you'll just have to imagine the way his eager tongue devoured me down there, a mixture of kisses and nuzzles to being with, then the tongue-fucking that I wish other men could manage, the muffled sounds of pleasure from him as my booted legs pull his mouth to me, filling his nostrils with the scent of my sweat and the anticipation of a grateful pussy...
I had just finished my third orgasm when we heard my friend's car arrive. Reluctantly I let Alan's head go, and got myself decent in record time.
My friend came in and remarked how flustered I looked. I told her I had spent nearly an hour and a half on Damien (her horse!), and she said that getting something that lively between your thighs was likely to do that. I smiled to myself and thought - little does she know!

Then Alan came in.
'Ah, and there's my favourite nephew!'
She lent and kissed him on the cheek, and I swear I saw her hesitate a little and look at me thoughtfully…

Big wet kisses,

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, January 17th 2018

A Mediterranean Balcony

Hello My Horny Friends,

The weather over the last few days has turned rather unpleasant! It's the time of year when instead of venturing out you'd really rather spend time under the duvet, preferably with an attractive partner (or maybe two!) Unfortunately, I can't attend personally to all of you - though in some ways it's a nice idea! - but I can share this little warming tale with you, and a selection of my holiday photos in my Gallery …

It happened not that long ago, when I was invited to spend a few days somewhere warm with a great friend of mine who happens to be a photographer. As you can see the Mediterranean sunshine meant there was no need to wrap up warm, and so one day I just wore the brief little outfit you can see here for some pictures we were doing.
There's nothing like a little sexual undercurrent between people, and one of the best ways of that happening is to tease, so after I put on a top that was already practically see-through I made it that little bit naughtier still by tying it in a knot between my breasts. The teasing part came next - my friend was told he was under strict "look but don't touch" rules. That little smile you can see in the early photos is because I could see him struggling with his tripod, if you catch my drift.
We did some photos on the stairs as you can see and then I had a brainwave. I walked out onto the balcony outside the house, and carried on posing provocatively. My cameraman dashed outside to snap some quick shots of my shoving my tits out and flashing under my skirt. He was loving it, but he wasn't the only one! There was a group of young men sitting outside a bar nearly opposite, and I could tell from their chatter that I had been noticed. I waved at the group, and one of them came over with his phone out, taking his own upskirt pictures of me, then taking them back over to show his mates.
I think my friend must have been worried for my virtue, because he came in and called me into the bedroom, which got a comment or two from the bar. I decided to carry on with the teasing, so as I sat on the bed and began to undress for the strip shoot, I started telling him about a fantasy where I took on all of the guys in the bar.
My fantasy began with them sitting respectfully by the bed as I undid clothes and removed them, but as I took my bra off they got more involved. I mentioned strong young hands caressing my breasts, lifting them out to the open air, young moths fastening onto my nipples, then my reaction to this, where I stroked their stiff cocks through their trousers, unzipping them. My fantasy was a bit vague on numbers at first, but then I settled on there being three lads in the end, one in each hand and one in my mouth, changing places so each had his cock well and truly sucked.
The fantasy continued as I began to masturbate. They spun me over, squeezing, licking and feeling me, then they began to take turns having me. I tried to describe it in great detail, and you'll see just how turned on I was getting! I lay back and pulled my legs up to my chest, showing just how number two and number three would share me, squeezing tight inside me together, lubricated by the juice that number one had put up me earlier. Then, at the end, I flipped over so I was face down, and put my finger tip into my other special place, then in a husky voice described how boy number one got his second wind and slid his cock in there...
I know there are guys out there who love to hear my talking sluttishly, and revel in hearing how much cock I've been getting. I can only assume that my photographer friend has a little of that in him as well, because just as I was getting fingering myself to a climax suddenly he was there too, naked, rubbing a very stiff cock. He must have very tempted just to slip inside my open wet cunt (and I wouldn't have minded that much!) but it seems he had taken my "look but don't touch" instructions very seriously indeed. It did make for a lovely moment though, because just as I started to climax he came too, in floods of warm spunk shooting over my pussy lips and thigh. I like simultaneous orgasms, and it was great that he found a new way of us having one.
I hope I've taken your mind off the winter just a little!

Sweet kisses,

Stay Horny!

Love Lorna Blu xxx

Sunday, December 31st 2017

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

My latest photos have a Scottish Theme (as is only right and proper at this time of the year!). I am actually half Scottish (for those who didn’t know). I’ll tell you a little story which happened a while back … I had arranged to spend New Year in Scotland. I was joining a good friend for dinner, a few drinks and more than a little dalliance, I hoped! - so I duly dug out my tartan, to make the experience more authentic.
The week before, the company I was working for at the time threw a spanner in the works, by asking me to travel to the South West for a meeting.
The early start for the meeting meant I had to stop over the night before, so Thursday afternoon saw me crawling down the usual heavy traffic on the M6, so I could join the usual heavy traffic on the M5. As the rain fell and the glare of tail lights stretched into the distance I couldn't help thinking of my favourite Scotsman and his imaginative (and slightly kinky) lovemaking.
I got to the hotel in the late afternoon, checked in, and found that there was a Burns Night dinner that night. Amused by the coincidence, I let the receptionist sell me a ticket, and trotted upstairs to break out my tartan. I came down to the restaurant a little early and was pleased to see that my outfit meant I fitted in completely with everyone there. As part of the pre-dinner entertainment the master of ceremonies announced there was to be a little fun quiz about Burns and Scotland, with a prize of a rather fine bottle of malt for the winner. As I'm not averse to a nice scotch I picked up an answer sheet and started playing along.
I saw quite early on that I was at a bit of a disadvantage in one respect - nearly everyone else was part of a group or at the very least a couple, while I was playing by myself. Fortune smiled on me, though, as just as I was wondering which famous Scot was on the back of a particular banknote, my table suddenly got darker, and a very north-of-the-border accent asked if I minded him joining me.
I looked up and saw the broadness of the accent was matched by the broadness of the shoulders. He was dressed in an immaculate jacket, paired with the full kilt and stockings and with a little too much haste I found myself inviting Robert to sit next to me. I could tell straight away that he was a good bit younger than me, but not to the point where I could have been his mother (Not that I worry too much about age within reasonable limits, you understand - I have one particular client who views me as his rather naughty auntie!) , and before long I found myself flirting a little with my new friend, and quite clearly getting some back in return.
His fine brown eyes flicked over the answers I had written down so far, and he nodded his patriotic approval to most of them. One or two he corrected, then he got one or two that I hadn't managed to (did you know the actor who played Scotty in the original Start Trek TV series was from Canada?) and things were looking promising for the first prize when we came to the last question.
'What English word is derived for the Gaelic for "water of life"?'
It was an answer I knew straight away, so I wrote it down and sat back smiling, expecting a little praise. However, when I looked into Rob's face he seemed stern for some reason. He stood up held his hand out to me and just said coldly, 'Come with me, Lorna.'
I was a little startled at his words, but as it happened a little thrilled as well. He took my hand and led me from the bar, silently. My heart gave a leap as he used his swipe card to unlock the door to the ground floor residents corridor, and I followed him silently to his room.
He sat on the bed, looking up at me.
'Come here.'
The voice was quiet, but the sense of authority couldn't be ignored. I took a step towards him. He put his arms a little behind him, leaning back slightly.
'Over my lap, Lorna.'
I really didn't know what to say. I do know what I wanted to do, though. Slightly clumsily, I put myself across those large thighs, lying on my tummy. His sporran poked rather awkwardly into my left breast and I squirmed a little to get comfortable.
'Lift up your skirt.'
I thought of it as a kilt, but I did as I was told. The panties that I revealed were sensible, plain white and hardly any thickness at all, but apparently, they were still to be objected to.
'Panties down, please.'
I wiggled them down my thighs, to half mast, then dropped them to the floor. I could feel something pressing into my body that I was sure wasn't sporran. A large left hand came down slowly between my shoulder blades, pressing me into his groin and holding me tight as he pressed up into my tummy. I knew exactly what the large right hand was about to do, and I was dying for it to happen. The bastard made me wait for what seemed like an eternity, before the first cupped-hand smack came. It was delicious, just hard enough to tingle. The rest followed as he explained where I had gone wrong.
'In' (SPANK)
'Scotland' (SPANK)
'We' (SPANK)
'Do not' (SPANK)
'Spell' (SPANK)
'it' (SPANK)
'whiskey' (SPANK)
He then spelt it the Scots way, his hand falling once for each letter. I couldn't help but notice that his fingertips were gradually slipping in between my reddening, tingling cheeks, and I squirmed a little more, so that he was touching my pussy lips with each blow. There was no way he could miss how wet I had got.
After the spelling lesson there was a short pause. I wondered if he felt he had gone a bit too far with a near total stranger, so I moaned a little to let him know he hadn't gone nearly far enough. He took his hand out of my back and I stood up, reached down, and lifted the hem of his kilt.
'Just checking!' I smiled. His cock was pleasingly stiff. And pleasingly fat. I reached down to take it in my hand and within five seconds its head was inside me. His hands came up to hold my ribs, so I could concentrate on getting all of him into my cunt.
That first fuck didn't last too long, but it didn't have to. As I rode him I put my head to his neck, tempted to give him a love bite as if I was a schoolgirl. I was still wincing a little when I came, flushing and hot and wishing I had taken more clothes off. I looked at him as I moved, and saw his eyelids close and his mouth drop open. I pushed down onto him and stuck my tongue as far into his mouth as I could as he pumped his load into me.
We sat together getting our breath back. His sperm started running out of me, down the side of his cock and making a small puddle in his kilt. I lifted myself off him, wondering whether to get on my knees and suck him back to life for round two.
'Christ Lorna, that was fantastic.'
I had obviously made an impression!
'Sorry I went and got all masterful there, but as soon as I saw you I knew I wanted to fuck you. I got the feeling you might be up for it as well, but I didn't think I could wait till after dinner. That last question was just an excuse really.'
'Well, there's a coincidence!'
His puzzled expression was a joy to behold. I started to stroke his cock and was pleased to see signs of life. I carried on.
'It's the twenty first century, Rob, women are allowed to want to fuck a charming, attractive stranger as well, you know! But as you say, how to get the ball rolling? Then question twenty came to my rescue.'
He smiled, but still looked a little lost.
'What I mean is, you don't spend four years living with a guy who runs a Speyside distillery without getting to know how to spell whisky correctly. And how spelling it wrongly might get a proud Scotsman a little fired up...'
He could tell he'd been had, but in the nicest possible way. I teased him a little.
'Perhaps we should be getting back. I think we might have won the quiz, and that first prize was quite a good malt too. '
'I know. My company makes the stuff. We don't have to dash though, I have another eleven bottles in a case in my car. On the other hand I do draw the line at paying for a dinner I don't get to eat..'
'Quite right too! OK, so it's downstairs for the haggis dinner, then out to your car to pick up the nightcap.'
'Then round two? Sounds good to me! And dessert?'
I smiled.
'I have something rather edible I hope I can tempt you with.'
We both stood up, our kilts dropping and rendering us instantly respectable once more.

We had a marvellous dinner, with a tremendous serving of anticipation on both fronts, as I teased him under the table throughout the meal. Afterwards I insisted we go back to my room. I managed to set up a couple of naughty "selfies" proving that there was nothing worn under his kilt, then we settled down to a dessert course of 69, followed by a lovely creamy finish over the cheeks of my arse!

Have a Great fun New Year’s Eve and a Happy, Healthy, Horny 2018!

Love and Kisses,

Lorna xxx

Sunday, December 10th 2017

Lornas Christmas List

Hello Everyone,

The Festive Season is looming, and I’ve been putting my Christmas list together, but we all know the best surprises don’t come wrapped up!
Christmas is a time for children, family and friends, so I’m having to kerb my naughty ways for a week or two, but hopefully Santa will deliver the new rechargeable Rabbit I’ve asked for, so I should be able to survive the drought!
In my latest photos, I get a visit from one of Santas little helpers – he’s a horny little Elf called Cumalot!
Wising you a Happy, Horny Christmas with lots of love, warmth, kisses and happy times.
Love and lust,

Lorna Blu xxx