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The Ultimate Seductress
Hello!

Being what one of my dear friends calls "a delightfully attractive, delightfully naughty, mature lady", I find that I seem to feature in the fantasies of some much younger men. It's a very flattering thought sometimes, and I feel I would never want for male company again if I did nothing else but take male virginities, but it's not something I do as a rule. However, fantasy doesn't have to match reality, and in response to a very nice email I received from 'Joe' I decided to visit this aspect of my sex life, with a flashback clip from Charlotte Spencer days. So, to Joe - and all the other young men who entertain similar thoughts as Joe does - I hope you can overlook the fact that you're called Arthur in this clip, and just concentrate on the thought of me being the first woman you get to fuck instead!

I find myself at home one midweek afternoon when a knock comes at the door. I hadn't been expecting it; or, more accurately, I hadn't been expecting it that day, so I'm not exactly "dressed to kill". Fortunately the young man they have sent to collect my overdue rent isn't too bothered! I have got to know him over a few months now, and we are on reasonably good terms. Judging by the way his hungry eyes linger over my body when he thinks I'm not looking, I believe he fancies me. I fancy him too, as it happens (I’ve got a ‘thing’ for guys with long hair). You can't always predict what it is about somebody that will have this effect on you, can you? I just know that since I first met him - when my rent was always up-to-date! - I have fallen asleep on more than one evening, bringing myself off with my fingers and wishing they were his...

So here he is at my front door. I think he is a little nervous, whereas I...well, not to put too fine a point on it, I am horny! I barely listen (or make much sense) when he starts telling me that he has been told to make sure he gets something from me. Getting something from me is exactly what I had in mind, too. Enough to persuade him to tell his boss that I wasn't in when he called, anyway.

I breathe deeply, give him my trademark cheeky smile, and start to unbutton my blouse. He does exactly what I hoped, and takes over, undoing me, then gently exposing my big breasts. His hands are warm, soft, and very eager to cup and fondle me. I want more of them on my body, but perhaps that is more than I really need just to get him to say I was out. His head dips, and I feel a wash of feelings as he takes a nipple into his mouth and begins to suckle. I send him on his way, with a gentle affectionate peck.

I know he'll be back!

I'm more ready for his next visit. My outfit is a lovely shade of pink; short, and very close fitting. His eyes home in on my boobs as soon as I open the door. I lay a hard luck story on him from the start, sitting on the arm of my sofa. He tells me he is under strict instructions not to let me get away with anything. It is clearly going to take more than just a quick feel of my tits to persuade him this time.

Good.

I bare my breasts for him myself this time, lifting them out to rest them on my bra, making them jut beautifully. His eyes are drawn straight to my nipples - a deep shade of pink, and very erect. I know he will be erect too, even before my fingertips brush the bulge in his trousers. I put my hand on my groin, planting the idea of us being much more than good friends, then lead him to the sofa. I sit next to him with my tits out, my skirt riding up high, and for the first time I feel his hand on my leg, caressing my thigh, then cupping a buttock. I tell him I am wet for him, then open my legs so he can tell for himself it is true.

I don't let him go too far, but today he will go home with the scent of me on his fingers.

It is a week later. I'm relaxing at home with a glass of wine, wearing every girl's favourite, the little black outfit. Black is such a flattering colour, but I am sure the thin shoulder straps will focus his mind on how easy it would be to undress me! The knock comes at the door and I let him in. He's looking determined, but I put my arms round his neck and persuade him to put the rent book down, while I fetch some wine for him. Last week his hand was between my legs, but this week it's my turn. I squeeze and stroke his erection, persuading him that it would be the most natural thing in the world to drop his trousers for me. I tease him out of his underwear.

I wonder if he thought I would take his cock between my lips this time? His flesh feels warm in my mouth!

My skirt has ridden up as I suck him, and the randy bastard is fingering me. Very well, as it happens! I was going to wank him between my tits, but I think I need to get him to come before he does it to me. My tongue flicks over the smooth head of his cock as I tell him to come for me. When he does I drop my head a little, so I can catch as much as I can of his salty juice. There's something I find quite special about the first time a guy does that with me, I think.

I swallow what I can, but he'll have a gooey reminder of me at the root of his cock from this visit.

I know what will happen the following week. So does he. We don't talk much about the arrears; instead we strip each other. When he is undressed enough I crouch in front of him and take his cock into my mouth. After enough blow job to get him good and hard it's my turn. I lie back on the pillows I brought through, and let him put his mouth on me. He licks me, fingers me. He gets me wet and ready. I suck him a little more, then bend over for him. A few seconds later we have officially become lovers.

He lasts longer than I thought. Long enough for me to come, quite beautifully, as he thrusts into me.

I've made him wear a condom, and a few moments later I hear and feel him filling it.

We dress, and as I wave him off he tells me, quite sadly, that his failure to collect from me means he may well be looking for a new job. I feel a little sorry for him, but then again he won't think back to successfully collecting the rent from all his other tenants the way he'll treasure the memories of failing to with me! I sit on the sofa and finish my wine. Then I think about the two thousand pounds cash I have in a drawer.

After all, I may not fancy the next rent collector!

You can view and enjoy this scenario in my latest video ‘The Ultimate Seductress’

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Wednesday, July 21st 2021
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Wonderful Wet Sex
Hello my Friends,


This roasting hot weather brings to mind a rather delightful encounter I had with a young man called Matthias …


It must have been getting on for three years ago, back when we just used to jump on an aeroplane and fly off, following the sun whenever and wherever we pleased. A little Spanish place recommended to me by my friend Claire.

'You'll like it,' she said, 'it's not heaving with people, the bars are reasonably priced and you can usually rely on there being a nice man or two to cast your eyes over. I love getting them stiff in their skimpy trunks, and I'm sure you'll do every bit as well as me, if you want to!'

That first time I went I was looking to get away from that kind of thing, if I'm honest. Just for a while, to recharge my batteries. So I kept myself to myself, most of the time, and though there were one or two nice-looking men, I stayed on friendly terms only.

It turned out there weren't just nice-looking men, there were some amazing-looking boys too. I got on well with one in particular, a young German called Matthias who said he was a student but in the holiday period ran a scuba boat in the nearby port. He said he liked coming up to the hotel because he had a girlfriend who worked there who got him cheap drinks, and he had decided to talk to me because he knew I was English and he wanted to practise. I enjoyed his company and over the course of my stay we spent a couple of evenings chatting about anything and everything, while his girlfriend Maria wandered over every now and again to smile at me and pass him another bottle of chilled lager.

I didn't really think too much of it, until my last evening, when there was a dance at the hotel. Matthias was there, but Maria was too busy to provide waitress service for him, it seemed. So at one point I went up to the bar and ordered a couple of bottles. She smiled at me as she served me, but she looked a little flustered too. With the trade round the bar I wasn't surprised. I took the lagers back to Matthias, and told him Maria looked a little preoccupied.

I thought he was going to ask what that word meant, because it is hardly the simplest of words, but he just nodded, thought for a second, then asked me,

'Will you walk with me a little outside?'

I accepted, and we wandered by the pool. He thought a moment, then said,

'I think Maria is a little upset because she found on my Handy, my mobile, that I had photos of you.'

'Have you been taking photographs of me, Matthias?'

'Oh no, they are pictures from your websites. Oh, some videos also.'

It seems there really aren't any secrets in the Internet age!

'I feel a little foolish, because these are not new photos. There are pictures of a number of mature ladies on there. She knew that. I feel foolish because she recognised you and I did not!'

'I see.' I didn't really see, I wasn't at all sure where this was heading.

'She knows that I have fantasies about older ladies and she is not very upset by this, but I think she thinks that somehow you will take me away from her and I will not want to have sex with her at all while you are here.'

I felt even more out of my depth! I have had younger men getting unduly attached to me before, and that is one of the reasons I don't usually dally with much younger guys. Matthias sounded very matter-of-fact about things though, so I wasn't too worried about that. But it sounded as if Maria might be more vulnerable.

'Have you spoken to her about it?'

'Oh, yes. She has seen footage of you and I think she liked to watch it very much, at last when I was there with her. She likes the films of you with couples and we even had sex to one of your clips, the one where you fuck two men in the office one day?'

This was getting more and more surreal!

'So does she want us to have a threesome? I do find her very attractive, I am sure we could do something if you wanted...?'

'No, for her there is a difference between theory and praxis. So this she will not do, I think. However for me...'

I stopped and looked at him.

'Are you really saying your girlfriend has given you permission to have sex with me?'

'Yes. But I understand I have to raise this subject tactfully, I think.'

'And you think this is tactful?'

'Well, I think not very much, when you ask me so. But I think it perhaps is something more...pragmatisch, yes? You leave tomorrow, I think.'

'I do.'

'I do not ask to marry you.'

It took me a moment to realise that he wasn't making a philosophical point, it was actually a joke. When I did realise, I laughed, then dug a friendly fist into his upper arm.


'So, what do you want us to do, my young German friend?'

'Whatever you like, so long as you become my mature English lover!'

We kept to a little alcove in the wall by the pool. He was tender, if a little rushed. His first kiss was a little too full-on, a little too early, and his hands were everywhere, as if he wanted to get every part of what he called his porn star girlfriend squeezed and felt. I had his trousers round his ankles and a nicely large circumcised cock down my throat while he told me enthusiastically how a friend of his had borrowed some of his scuba kit to film a porn video. Because Matthias was the technician he missed out, but he described how he had seen one of Maria's friends giving an underwater blow job to the guy.

'When he - ejaculates, you say? - it makes a grey mist in the water, you know?'

In the absence of breathing equipment I was a little reluctant to risk drowning, I didn't mind swallowing his load, but not when I could easily imagine a lungful or two of water going the same way! But that wasn't the only thing to do underwater. I started undressing, folding my clothes in a pile.

'Come on, Matthias, get undressed.'

By now the thought of outdoor sex had overcome my inhibitions, casting to the wind the original idea of a sex-free holiday. But there was no sense in drawing too much attention to ourselves. I took hold of the end of his erection, and led him to the edge of the pool. The shallow end, of course. He watched as I sat on the pool edge, then slipped in as quietly as I could. It took him about two seconds to join me. The water was still warm from the day's sunshine, and as I stood facing him in the shallows, the small, fast-moving waves that spread and reflected across the blue water splashed enticingly around my breasts. I reached down for his cock and pumped it a little. I needn't have bothered, his flesh was eager for me.

'Doggy first?'

'Doggy? From behind, no?'

He stood behind me as I faced the poolside. I felt him crouch slightly, then the head of his cock was at the entrance of my pussy. I pushed down and backwards and felt him enter me.

His movements made a gentle slapping sound, like waves lapping on the beach. Waves on the beach didn't feel this good though - as he fucked me I realised that though my break from sex had done me good, I was raring to go again! After a moment his hands came around in front of me, and took a none-too-gentle hold of my tits. Again he wasn't very subtle - he was basically mauling me - but I didn't mind. I told him to chew the skin on my shoulders and neck gently. Given his enthusiasm I was half expecting visible bruises at best, or vampire-like wounds at worst, but he was surprisingly delicate. He told me he could hardly believe he was having sex with me, which I found quite touching.


'Believe it, darling, believe,' I said, and took a step away from him. I turned round, so we were almost face to face, then put my arms around his shoulders, bringing him close.

'My hands seem to be busy,' I told him, not wanting to let go of him. He caught on quickly, and reached down to guide his cock to where it needed to go. I felt him stretch me a little, and as his cock slowly slipped inside I turned my head a little and opened my mouth. The kiss was deep and urgent, and I felt myself setting off on that climb to pleasure. I leaned back a little against the poolside, sticking my boobs out at him.

'Now fuck me,' I instructed, 'give it to me. And I want you to look into my eyes when you come. So you really believe it!'

He put his hands on my tits again and squeezed, as his hips went into overdrive. I dropped my head to one side again and this time made sure he got my tongue, as I 'Mmm-ed' into his mouth. I knew he wouldn't last long, but I was pleased that he still did as I requested and moved his head back a fraction so he could see my eyes. I was expecting a special kind of intimacy from my young lover and I was not disappointed.

'Are you coming?'

Silly question! He gave a groan, and I felt his legs buckle a little as he slammed his hips into me, deep thrusts, each one putting a little more German semen into his English lover. His head dropped, and I kissed the top of his head. He took a step back, his softening cock coming out of me.

'Do you see that?' I said, squeezing. He watched, fascinated, as the greyish cloud formed in the water between us.

'Someone will have to get the pool cleared out tomorrow, I think,' I said.

'Ah, this job of checking the pool is usually Maria's. Perhaps she will be upset because of this.'

'Really?' I asked. I thought perhaps he had been fibbing about getting her permission.

'That depends,' he said, 'if there is enough left to keep her happy tonight, maybe not!'

We climbed out of the pool, waited for the warm breeze to dry us, then dressed, before walking back into the bar. Matthias offered to get me another bottle, but I decided I had had my fill for the evening, one way or another. I gave him an innocent kiss next to the dance floor, and a slightly less innocent look as he smiled and turned away. I headed up to my room, pausing only to look back at the bar. I saw Maria first, waving at me, then Matthias next to her, tipping his bottle towards me. I waved back to them, then climbed the stairs to my room, wondering what he would tell her, and what she would do as a result.

Stay Cool

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Tuesday, July 6th 2021
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Post-match Celebrations
Hello my Friends,

Don't expect to read any major names in this story! This is something that happened with a team not that far from me quite a few years back. I'll keep the team's name out of it too, even though I imagine many of you won't know they exist, but for some reason their supporters had a fierce local rivalry with a team that they hadn't actually played in decades. The other team, though hardly giants of the game themselves these days, played several divisions above "my" side, and generally the only time their paths crossed was during pre-season friendlies. But all that changed one year, when a successful run and literally the luck of the draw saw the two sides pitched together in the FA Cup.

I don't normally pay all that much attention to these things, but in those days - technically my naughty alter-ego Charlotte - had what you might call an on and off relationship with the Chairman of this local side. He was in bed with me, getting his strength back, when for no particular reason I said,

'Do you have anything special planned for this big game then, Malcolm?'

I felt him stiffen a little, and not in a good way.

'Actually, Charlotte, I was wondering how to bring that up.'

'Bring what up?'

'Well, you know you do this modelling and stuff...'

(I loved the way he was very circumspect about that side of my activities!)

'Yes...'

'How would you feel about putting in an appearance at the game? It couldn't be with me, of course - Marion would be using my balls for kickabout practice if she thought there was anything … you know, but turn up at the ground, maybe wear the kit, I'll get one of the backroom boys to let you into the dressing room and you can perk the players up a bit.'

'You want me to go in and do a strip, you mean?'

'Well, I'll leave the details up to you. Maybe it's better if I don't know all the details, in fact. But something like that, yes.'

'I see!'

I could tell he was a little anxious about asking me, but in fact I was quite relaxed about the idea (like I say, Charlotte could be quite uninhibited when she put her mind to it), so I showed him how relaxed I was by slipping my head under the duvet and relaxing him to completion...

Come the day and I went to the ground. He had advised me to go to a particular window to ask for my ticket. I was handed an envelope and a parcel and told to go up a staircase. It turned out I had been given an executive box for the match. That sounds much more glamorous than it really was though, because I found out later on it was used as a store-room much of the time. But pulling the curtains meant I could get changed into the home kit unseen. I had just about finished when there came a knock at the door . It was Malcolm himself. I wouldn't let him kiss me because I had just finished getting my hair sorted and applying large quantities of scarlet lipstick, so he gave my shirt a quick adjust.

'Braless?'

'Braless.'

He checked.

'Ah yes. You're right.'

He really was in a frisky frame of mind, so I gave him a quick hand job to calm him down a little. I thought the people I could hear in the box next door might wonder what was going on if he made too much noise, so I put my hand over his nose and mouth as I made him come. I figured his trousers were dark enough that the damp patch wouldn't show too much.

'Has Derek shown you where to go?'

'Derek?'

'Our kit man. Only we're cutting it a bit fine.'

He looked at his watch anxiously.

'Hang on here a minute, I'll see what I can do.'

I sat down. He was back in five minutes, but it wasn't good news.

'Bloody Derek's off bloody sick, bloody Marion's bloody nephew is doing the kit stuff so I can't risk him showing you the way, and the bloody local radio are pestering me for an interview. Here.'

He passed over a large chilled bottle of wine.

'Have a glass or two while you watch some of the game. The door opposite this one goes to a staircase. Go down that, turn right at the bottom and you can get down to the changing rooms that way. Make sure you go into ours, mind! Slip in there before the final whistle, try not to let anyone see you and give the lads a treat after the match. If they've lost - which they probably will have - commiserate with them a little, that sort of thing. You know what I mean, you're good at that!'

Talk about a back-handed compliment! After he left I drew back the curtains and watched the kick-off. Even to my inexperienced eye it didn't look promising, and after half an hour or so we were two-nil down, so I took solace in a combination of drink and eyeing up the players as they shouted to each other. The team was a real mixture of youth and experience, with one big defender I was sure I had seen on TV a few years back, and a lively young black lad whose chunky legs proved a very pleasant distraction. The score was still two nil at half time, and without the sight of Lee's legs or Mal's broad shoulders to distract me, I had another couple of glasses to pass the time.

The teams came back out for the second half, and after a few minutes with no further scoring I reasoned that the stadium interior would be a bit quieter now, so I carefully (and slightly unsteadily) made my way down to the changing room and pushed open the home team door. There was a square changing room area surrounded with a bench on three sides and piles of clothing and belongings for each player, while the fourth wall had a big opening through into the showers. Except it wasn't just showers; there was a large pool, clearly intended to hold the entire team, filled with clear hot water.

It was about this time that I became aware of two things, both related to the amount of wine I had drunk. I realised that I was feeling sleepy, and also that I had a very pressing need to visit the little girls' room. Only this was very much a big boys' room. I saw a row of urinals in one corner, then thankfully a couple of cubicles next to them. I dived into one, put the wine bottle down, pushed the door closed and sat. I closed my eyes a little, and listened to the rise and fall of the crowd's roar in the warm, moist air.

Before I opened my eyes I was first aware of the silence, that special sort of silence that comes from someone not wanting to be heard. Only in this case it turned out to be someones, plural.

'Wakey-wakey, Goldilocks.'

A soft voice broke the silence. I opened my eyes sleepily and saw I was no longer alone. Seven or eight men were peering at me through a door I thought I had locked. Other were hanging their heads over the partition wall between the cubicles. I looked from one grinning face to another and replied a little groggily,

'Oh, hello. My name's Charlotte. Malcolm thought I could commiserate with your loss.'

'Oh, did he?' said Mal, his eyes perhaps the brownest I had ever seen on a man. 'Well, maybe you should come back next week... when we need commiseration.'

There was a restrained cheer, and another voice chipped in,

'Yeah, because we only went and fucking won today!'

I must have dozed through the roars, because not only had they not let any more goals in, but with three goals from Lee in the last half-hour, my team had actually won. It was quite an upset, and while the national press were content to call it a short-lived giant-killing it gave my little non-League side bragging rights for quite some time!

'So, are you OK to do some celebrating?' said Mal. I nodded. 'I hoped you'd say that! Oh, and, no need to put your knickers back on if you don't want to!'

What happened next might sound dodgy, but there was so much goodwill in the air it was anything but. Half-naked players took hold of my hands and feet, then launched me into the plunge pool, before stripping completely and dropping in beside me. A surprisingly quietly spoken Lee surfaced in front of me.

'Just how much celebrating did Malcolm reckon you should do with us, Charlotte?'

I grinned.

'He kind of left that up to me, actually.'

A voice from the group called out 'Hat Trick Hero!' and there was a murmur of anticipation.

'Does that mean you scored?' I asked, innocently.

'Yeah,' he said, 'three times in twenty-five minutes.'

He seemed a bit shy, and apparently completely unaware of what he was saying.

'Three times in twenty-five minutes. You know, that is one of the plus points of you younger men.'

I put my arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. Not all of him was shy - after all he was a normal, healthy twenty-year old, I guessed - but he still hadn't realised he was going to get to fuck me. I reached down between us and guided him inside me.

If the match had drained his stamina or tired his legs it didn't show! To the cheers and applause of his teammates, he put in quite a good performance, even if he did finish quite quickly. There was a slightly awkward pause as he moved away, and I realised nobody was sure what to do next. I didn't want it turning into too much of a free for all, but Lee's quick finishing, no doubt useful in front of goal, left me wanting more. I glanced from one to the next, my eyes eventually lighting on a figure beaming at me from the back.

'Did you score today?'

'No, love. Goalkeeper. I'm supposed to stop that kind of thing.'

'Goalkeeper? So you're as fit as these guys but you have less taken out of you in the match?'

He nodded.

'That's about the size of it.'

'Would you like some taken out of you now?'

There was another cheer, and he took Lee's place in front of me. He was a bit taller than Lee, and less reticent about performing in front of his mates, but in his enthusiasm he accidentally pushed me over backwards. My head nearly went under the surface, but before it did I felt a strong arm curling around my shoulders. I was feeling a little giddy, and looking up into Mal's amazing eyes, I purred,

'Saved! My hero!'

'Yeah, it's coming to something when you need saving from the guy who's supposed to save us! Here, let's get this on a steady footing.'

He stood behind me, then slipped his arms between my body and my arms, his huge hands coming to rest on my breasts.

'You OK, love?'

'I am now. I feel like I'm going nowhere.'

He squeezed me.

'I wouldn't have said that's exactly what you feel like, but I like your thinking. Right, Gaz, have another go and this time try not to drown the little lady!'

The goalkeeper picked up where he had left off, and with Mal making a cushion between me and the poll wall he made a much better job of things, making me come before he did. Another young player called Craig was next, despite complaints that as an unused substitute he didn't deserve a reward. I made sure he got one though, and he was sweet enough to make sure that I did too.

With Mal gently supporting me, talking to me and making sure things stayed on an even keel, the entire team and I managed to enjoy each other's company at least once. Lee did manage a second go, and another player looked as if he was thinking he might do the same, but there was a slightly ominous cough from Mal.

'Let's not be greedy, boys. I reckon I carry this team enough sometimes, your team captain thinks it's time he got a break from carrying!'

He put his mouth close to my ear and murmured,

'No offence, love!'

There was a shared "ooooh!" from the players and an anonymous call.

'Tripod has spoken!'

'Tripod?' I asked, puzzled. He gave a short answer.

'Put your hands behind your bum, love.'

It wasn't exactly a third leg, but I could quickly tell how Mal had got his nickname! I put my arms one on top of the other on the poolside, and rested my chin there, as he fucked me enthusiastically from behind.

'Fed up with squeezing my tits?' I teased him. His big hands came back onto my chest, and we both came.

I was looking forward to some drinks with the players, but it appeared the chairman's wife had somehow got wind of my presence, and in the end I had to be smuggled out of the changing room in a laundry basket. Once away from prying eyes I got a lift home from Mal, so I gave him a little oral thank you for his troubles. Oh, and a second one later in the week, when he turned up with the day clothes that I had left behind when I got changed - and my very own black and white shirt, autographed by everyone who had "taken part"!

I’ve still got it – it’s one of my treasured possessions

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx
Monday, June 7th 2021
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Favourite Fantasies
Hello my Friends,


Now that we are officially allowed to hug once more - and other things! - let me tell you a little about a discussion I had with a guy ages back. We were chatting after spending some very pleasant moments finding out what sexual positions were our favourites. After a while the conversation changed to favourite fantasies. I won't go too much into what I said, but as this guy (I will call him Andy) and I chatted he reminded me of one or two others I have met.

His basic suggestion was that he was interested in being with a woman who wanted to take the lead with sex, even being a bit dominant. Perhaps it's some kind of backlash for years of macho behaviour, but although I wouldn't complain too much about the theory, the problem for me is that I am not really as comfortable with the practice.

I started going through my thoughts on this with Andy, and I sensed he was feeling a little let down by my response. I think perhaps he had some idea of a leather-clad Lorna cracking a whip and forcibly sitting on his face or something. He was actually more than capable of being an assertive lover in his own right (capable and then some, judging by how he'd just fucked me!) but he also had this more reticent side to his nature that he was keen to explore. Well, I really don't like to disappoint anyone when it comes to sex, so I promised I would try to come up with something to suit his tastes. Then, just to show I could perhaps get close to what he was after, I made him lie down while I sat on his face and brought him off by hand.

Afterwards I got thinking about Andy's urges. He said he didn't want the whole "yes, mistress/no mistress/three bags full, mistress" business. I can understand that. He's kind of "submissive lite"; he is one of those guys who likes being on the receiving end of a good French kiss, but he doesn't want to lick boots and be trodden on.

I thought about it a little, then wondered what my lovely friend Annabelle would do in my place. It took about two seconds more for the penny to drop. She didn't have to be "in my place" - she just had to be with me!

Annabelle and I get on like a house on fire, and the next time we got together we lost no time in discussing Andy's longings. If you've seen Annabelle you'll know that she is more what you might call "no nonsense" than I am in some ways. I don't think she's ever going to come across as coy and delicate as I can be, but she has a tremendously impressive body and the healthy sex drive to go along with it. We discussed the idea at one of our joint sessions, and afterwards I typed up what we came up with. I know some people (hello, Steve!) like the idea of spontaneity, but it's not quite as easy from the point of view of the girl (or girls) who have to provide that spontaneity. Sometimes working to an agreed scenario just makes things easier for all parties. See what you think of what I suggested!

"Andy, I know you are interested in a situation where you feel you aren't quite in control, and I think I upset you a little when I said I wasn't sure I could enjoy that situation as much. I have a suggestion, though. Her name is Annabelle and she is a magnificently statuesque woman. How does this scenario work for you?"

"You come, expecting to meet me alone. I open the door to you, wearing a lovely, loose silky top, and invite you in. We kiss passionately. I know how much of a boob fan you are, so as I open my mouth up to your eager tongue I expect to feel your hands roaming freely over my breasts. You're delighted to find I have no bra on, so your hands will soon discover how good my large, firm nipples feel through the shiny fabric!"

"I pull back from a kiss and, looking up at you with that little innocent look that I know drives you wild I say that I had forgotten to mention my friend Annabelle will be joining us. At this point she comes into the room. She is nearly a head taller than me, and she is wearing a similar, silky-satiny top. I can tell straight away that you're smitten with her, and that your fingers are eager to explore her full bosom. But unfortunately it isn't going to work out like that."

"Hello, Andy, she says, then instructs me to strip you. You put your arms up and I pull your shirt off over your head. I then stand in front of you, with my silky boobs pressing into your chest. As I do that Annabelle stands directly behind you, pushing her magnificent tits into the bare skin of your shoulders. You stand like that between us for a moment, savouring the touch of our bodies behind and in front, the filling in a lovely breast sandwich. Then Annabelle makes her move."

"She wraps her arms around your body, pinning your arms to your sides. When she is happy that you cannot move (and I'm sure you wouldn't want to!) she tells me to make a start on you. With your arms pinioned in her grip, you are powerless to resist as I put my hands to the front of your trousers. I can feel the erection begging to be let out of your pants, so I lose no time in unbuttoning and unzipping you. Your trousers are half way down your thighs. I press my tits into your chest one more time, then Annabelle instructs me to take your cock into my mouth."

"I crouch in front of you and do that, giving you that soft, warm kind of oral sex that I know you like so much. I can feel your eyes burning into the top of my head as I suck you, and I look up every now and again so you get some eye contact as well. She's clinging to your body like a limpet, those gorgeous tits of hers moulding to your naked skin through her satin top. After a while she relents slightly, relying on you not to try and escape as she releases her hold on your arms with one hand."

"The hand she has just freed up travels down your body, her thumb and finger forming a ring around the base of your cock. My lips bump into with each stroke as I blow you, then her hand joins in. Listen, she tells you, I am going to finish you off by hand into Lorna's mouth. She doesn't give you any choice in the matter, but judging by the soft moan you give and the way your cock twitches between my lips you are very happy with the idea!"

"I concentrate on what I'm doing, but I think I might be able to see you working a hand around your back between your body and hers. You do nothing to break the connection between her boobs and your back, but the way her eyes close a little suggest she doesn't mind too much when you slip your hand into her crotch and press your fingers between her legs. I wiggle my tongue from side to side under the head of your cock, as I hear her whispering in your ear. "Yes, go on. Go for it. Give that bitch a mouthful of cum. It turns me on as much as it does you, and I just crouch there and take the load that you squirt into my willing mouth."

"I catch every drip of your hot load, then I stand up. Annabelle lets go of you, then instructs you to take her top off. The full splendour of her magnificent chest is revealed. You go to touch her, but she gives a single shake of her head. You aren't allowed to, not just at the minute, anyway. You realise that she isn't giving her body to you, she's giving it to me. You watch, amazed. You've never seen a proper cumswap happen before. But it doesn't happen as you were expecting. I put my lips together and gently press your cum out in a dribble onto Annabelle's chest. Some goes onto the top of her breasts, some goes in between. As you watch, spellbound, I place drips carefully onto each of her nipples."

"Well, she says looking at you, I wanted to taste that. What are you going to do about it? There's only one way to get into her good books. You turn and put your mouth to her body, starting with her left nipple. You lick and kiss the cream from her boobs, then she makes you stop and open your mouth. Four times you work to clean her breasts, and each time she makes you pause with your mouth open, while she puts her face to yours and takes it off your tongue in a deep French kiss. You have to let this woman you have never met before put her tongue into your mouth. When you have cleaned her body, she gives you one more deep kiss, telling you that you have been a good boy. Then she asks you what you would like as a reward."

I won't tell you what reply I got, but when Annabelle and I go on tour, Andy has told me he'll be there! Never mind Andy though, what do you think of that scenario?

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Saturday, May 22nd 2021
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Come Again!
Hello my friends,

I recently received an email on here that I thought I would share with you …

"Dear Lorna,

I nearly put Dear Charlotte because that is how I remember you, from over ten years back, I think! I don't suppose you will remember me, but we met up at a party held by a friend, about half way through a contract when I was working near Manchester. I had been intending to get back home for the weekend, but when the lift I was supposed to be getting fell through - the guy's car failed its MOT - a friend said I should just stop up and invited me to a little get-together he was having.

Now I used to spend a fair bit of time on the Internet in the evenings, so though I was prepared for drinks and snacks with what he had called "just a few friends", I wasn't prepared for one of them to be a woman I had spent many of the previous nights fantasising over! I think my jaw dropped when I saw you there. You were dressed much less provocatively - hell, just being dressed even, but I was convinced it was you. The only thing was I didn't really know too many of the people there, if they knew about you or anything, so it was a bit of a strain wanting to say something to you but not being sure how to do it.

I stayed that way most of the evening, looking across every now and again, wondering who you had come with and so on. We did chat very briefly when some more crisps were put out on the side, but then someone else cut in and started talking about their new carpet, I think it was. In the end I was resigned to going home and taking it out on myself, when at the end of the night you said you wanted a coffee and asked if anyone else did. I put my hand up - so did about three or four others - and then you turned to me and said,

'Can you come and give me a hand in the kitchen?'

My heart was pounding as I followed you through the door. You showed me where the cups and spoons were, then busied yourself getting the kettle going and so on. There was a second where we stood still, just waiting for the kettle to do its stuff and you looked at me and said 'You recognise me, don't you?'

I wasn't sure what to say, but you seemed OK with it.

'Nobody here knows about that side of me,' you said, 'So I'm glad you haven't blurted anything out! Is there anything you'd like to say while we're alone?'

'You're beautiful.'

That was all I managed. There were so many things I wanted to ask but I couldn't think of what to do or say. You were much more used to the situation, I guess! You simply said,

'Thank you, you're very kind!'

Then it looked as if you thought a moment, and you went on,

'Could you do me another favour? Could you stand just here for a moment?'

You put your hands on my chest, then gently pushed me back against the kitchen door. I was a bit puzzled at first, then I realised you knew that it opened inwards.

'That should keep us from getting interrupted,' you said, then 'Good job I haven't got my full war paint on tonight! Don't want any lipstick on your collar, do we?''

You stepped close to me, put your head back and smiled. You were just the right height to kiss, so I kissed you. You squirmed against me, and I felt your body moulding itself to mine. I was a bit thinner then, so there was no way you could miss my erection. I kissed you a bit more passionately, then you whispered to me something like

'We've only got a couple of minutes! Wouldn't you like to squeeze my tits while I bring you off?'

I can still remember every part of how your breast felt in my hand - the smooth, glossy finish to that black blouse, and the bra strap and cup underneath. I'm a bit surprised to be honest, because I don't remember exactly how or when you got my erection out. But you managed! We both knew I wouldn't last long, and as I got closer you said,

'Hmm, best make sure there's no evidence!'

Then your face was gone, and all I saw was your blonde hair at my waistline, as you bent down and took my hard-on between your lips. It took me about ten seconds to finish coming, then I felt you licking the tip and you came back up again, beaming.

'Did I get it all?' you asked, 'just have a look for splashes or drips. It'll really show up on this top!'

I looked your body over as you swallowed again, then gave you the thumbs up. The kettle clicked, we went back to making coffee, and my friend's wife came through the door, "just checking everything is in hand". It took a real effort not to say something, but we both managed!

Then we went back out to the room and went on as if nothing happened. We didn't speak to each other much more, except when you said at the end of the night that I obviously had your website email and that I should get in touch.

Only I never did! My mate got his car fixed, my job came to an end and I never got round to taking things further. Unfortunately! Because when I was in a position to do something about it you seemed to have vanished from the Internet!"

Love Jon x “

Well, that certainly was a sad email! But the fact he found my new presence and got in touch meant it wasn't the only email in that conversation, so there will be a happy ending after all! My correspondent is much freer to move around now - and we have made plans to meet up when he gets in my neck of the woods again.

… and I have promised him full warpaint this time round, which means bright red lipstick tongue kisses to begin with, along with a lovely red ring round the shaft of his cock when he comes in my mouth for the second time!


Love and Kisses,


Lorna Blu xxx
Tuesday, May 11th 2021
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Feeling Slutty
Hello my Friends,

I’ve worn this sort of outfit before, but for some reason this feels different. Perhaps it's not me at all - perhaps it's you! Now what are you going to do about it?

I don't know why, but I'm feeling a little sluttish today.

I've worn skirts this short before, I've worn tops this low before. I've worn heels high enough to lift my body and make it jut and jiggle like this before. I have even worn this kind of combination before. I wonder what makes this feel a little more - daring than usual...

Do you know what? I think it must be you.

Don't think I haven't noticed the hungry look on your face. Or the way I've seen your eyes darting over my body. You've seen the way the tightness of that skirt has not only made you wonder whether it is real leather, and what it might taste and smell like. If I let your nose and mouth close to me, that is. I know you've spent some time looking at the small, rounded shapes and the long, thin strips at the top of my legs, then realised you are looking at a good, old fashioned suspender belt, worn by someone who is used to good, old-fashioned suspender belts. Someone who knows how to wear them. Someone who knows how to make them look good. And feel good.

Someone who knows how good they can be when she fucks you...

Part of you is wondering if a woman like me will do all those things you want a woman to do with you. Well, we'll see soon enough! Maybe not everything, but you won't miss what we don't do, I promise you that.

Part of you is hoping these breasts are for real. They are.

Part of you is wondering what it might feel like to have me offer up those breasts to you, smooth and warm, flesh to form a tunnel of love for your cock to experience. Let's find out together. I have brought so many men to orgasm with a titfuck, loving the way their juice spurts up under my chin and covers my chest in hot, sticky goodness. But if you want I can pretend you're the first, reluctant to let you put that piece of your body there, until you win me over, and I allow you to do what so many men have wanted to do, but never been allowed to. I can be a titfuck virgin for you, if you prefer that?

I can stand here and let you take me. Nothing too rough, but just enough for you to take your pleasure with me. I'd like to come as well, of course, but maybe that can happen later. Maybe you are just so eager to have me that that thought obliterates everything else, until you have come in me. A quickie to take the edge off - then slow, sensual love-making to make you come like you've never come before. I can do that, if you like.

I can be every pretty woman you've ever wanted to suck your cock. You can sit there and think, "I can't believe she's going to do this," and then I do. You can look into my smiling eyes as I take your erection into my mouth. I can get you coming quickly, or I can teasingly bring you close, then back off, then bring you close once more, over and over until you can't hold off any more. Do you see that photo of me with my head tipped forwards slightly? The one where the warm, white skin of my boobs is lifted so daintily by my uplift bra? Look into those eyes of mine. And now imagine doing the same as you ejaculate. I like to gaze, unblinkingly into a man's eyes as he blows his load in my mouth. Think about that gaze now, along with the warmth of my mouth as I make you come. I like seeing how much I can get out of a man's cock. I'd love to get a load out of yours.

Then, when you're spent, tell me what you want me to do with it. I can swallow it, if you like. (Just imagine my eyelids fluttering a little as it goes down.) I can share it with you, if you want to be a little kinky. Or I can dribble it. Look at that picture of me smiling again. Imagine a string of sticky cum, gently oozing over that plump lower lip, forming a silver thread down my chin, then dropping onto my tits. Like somebody carefully icing a cake, I can turn my head this way and that, giving my breasts a nice, thick coating of your semen. You might even want to rub it gently into my skin.

Now see how those leopard print panties come down. There's a paradise (or two) for you there. Somewhere to approach gently, putting your lips to the softest of uses as you get me wet for you. I'll let you taste me wherever you want, let your tongue do things to me that will have me begging to have you inside me. Look at that last picture, and imagine us nestling together in a spoons position, your hand working its way beneath my body, then up on the other side, to take hold of and knead my breast, while mine guides the tip of your cock between my legs, gently lining you up, so all you have to do is slip inside.

(Sorry, I forgot to say "choose" first...)

Yes, I have worn this kind of outfit before, but never felt quite as excited as I do today. The more I think about it, the more I come to the conclusion that you are bringing out the naughty side of me!

Now that we've got that out of the way, would you like to fuck me?

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, May 3rd 2021
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Miss Blu CEO
Hello my friends,


'Miss Blu,' he said, 'I have some questions I'd like you to answer.'

Well, you know I've always been the helpful kind, so I said,

'Sure!'

'First things first, though.' he said.

We were just standing there, facing each other in front of a roaring log fire back at his place. He put his head slightly on one side and looked me up and down. Closely. Scrutinising me. Assessing me. He took a pace to one side, then slowly walked around until he was standing behind me. I tried turning my head so I could follow what he was doing, but he made a gentle, quick 'Tt tt!' noise. He almost sounded like a camera shutter. I looked into the flames of the fire instead, and heard a whispered 'Mmm' sound, just at the time he put his hands onto my shoulders, and turned me to face the fireplace, and the mirror hanging above it. He was not squeezing me, but applying just enough pressure to keep me facing forward with my arms by my sides. He waited a few seconds, as if he was checking I could be trusted not to move.

'Good.'

His voice came in a low whisper from somewhere right by my ear. I hadn't realised he was that close. He waited another few seconds, then, without asking for permission, without even expecting that he might have to ask permission, his right hand let go of my shoulder and moved down my body. It came to rest with his hand in my crotch, his fingers curled between my legs. I gave a little gasp. His left hand moved from my other shoulder and reached across my chest. His hand came to rest on my right breast, while his forearm pressed firmly onto my left breast, pulling me backwards a little.

'I'd like you to imagine there are three doors in front of you,' he said. 'The first door will take you to a large room with a swimming pool. Two men are waiting for you at that door. If you go through it they will strip you naked, then pull you into the pool. There they will take turns with your body. Then have you together.'

He paused. His fingers moved on my breast to squeeze it a little harder.


'The second door will take you to a darkened room, where one man waits for you with more rope than you have probably ever seen in one place. You will instinctively put your hands behind your back for him. He will tie them together, then move to cover as much of your body as he can with bonds and knots. The rope will press into your soft flesh; he will take your mind off this by taking you roughly.'

He stopped for a little longer. I was almost at the point of wondering if he didn't know what to say next.

'The third door is different again. One man waits for you. If you step through it, he will blindfold you - ' his hand lets go of my body and covered my eyes - 'he will put earmuffs on you -' one hand held each side of my head '- and he will then do things with you that you will not be able to see or hear. All you will be able to do is feel the sensations as he takes you. You will not know if he alone sees what happens to you, or an audience of many people are watching as he fucks you.'

He went on,

'My question to you is this - which door will you choose?'

I hesitated. I didn't want to get this wrong and upset him.

'Can I ask a question?' I said.

'Yes,' he said, 'but make sure it is a good one.'

I nodded. Then I put my hands behind my bottom, my fingers reaching back looking for his crotch. My left hand slowly cupped and squeezed the bulge that I found, while my right hand searched for the flap of his flies. When I found it, my thumb and index finger pinched together, and drew the zipper down slowly. I heard him take a deep breath. I did the same, and asked my question.

'Which door are you going to be behind?'

He let his breath out in a long sigh, and pushed his groin forwards. My hand slipped inside his trousers, and I took hold of his cock and started to masturbate him.

'Good question!'

His hands cupped my breasts, and pulled me backwards towards him.

'Mmm. Nice tits.'

His head dropped onto my shoulder, and he kissed my neck, before whispering,

'Now pick a door. And let's go through it together.' …

Decisions, decisions! Door three is very tempting. Which door would you choose?


Love and Kisses,


Lorna Blu xxx

Monday, April 26th 2021
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Flying High
Hello my friends,

One of those tempting ideas that we are hearing more of recently, now that we have our roadmap out of lockdown, concerns overseas travel. I say tempting, there are parts of the idea that appeal to me (like a bit of sunbathing, working on my tan lines, then finding someone nice and sexy to show them to!) but the business of flying somewhere can be a bit less romantic than the ideal. Or perhaps that's just me being nostalgic!

I wouldn't be surprised if you thought I might at one time have been a flight attendant, or perhaps what some people still call an air hostess, all getting up to no good with attractive passengers. Unfortunately I am going to have to disappoint you on that score! On the other hand, you may be pleased to hear that it's perfectly possible to misbehave with attractive passengers even when you are a passenger yourself, as this story from very many moons ago will show you!

This happened on what was supposed to be a romantic few days away with the guy I was seeing at the time. As it happened, though, something came up. About a fortnight before we were due to fly we had a massive, massive row and split up. I don't remember the exact details, but I think it was him trying to get me to go a bit further than I was comfortable with sexually. I've always had my "lines in the sand", and he had wanted to cross one of mine. God knows why, it wasn't as if we weren't shagging like rabbits every chance we got, but that is what happened! Anyway, although I felt quite sorry for myself, I decided that having paid for the trip I was still going to go for it. If nothing else I felt that it would show him that I was prepared to stand up for myself and that my whole life didn't revolve around him.

So one day in late June I found myself at the airport, boarding a flight to somewhere in southern Spain. I was travelling light - one way or another I thought I wouldn't need too many clothes! We trudged down to our aeroplane, and played the age-old game of looking out for good prospects among our fellow-passengers. I had a seat near the rear of the plane - as someone once told me, you don't hear about airliners reversing into the ground - and watched the seats around me being occupied in ones and twos. The plane wasn't all that busy, and I thought I might strike out altogether, when I saw a fairly good-looking young chap coming towards me. He was scanning the seat numbers - or rather pretending to - then winked at me when he saw I was looking in his direction. I felt myself reddening slightly, then looked away. I heard a voice call,
'Over here, love!', then blushed even more when I looked back at him, and saw what could only be his girlfriend glowering at me as I looked at her man. Good job they only give out plastic knives, I thought, then settled down and pretended to read. We took off, some rather frazzled looking flight attendants came round and served us as much drink and dreadful food as we could handle, then came round later to clear away plates and boxes and refill our glasses.

It wasn't the longest of flights, but the combination of my being comfortably full of lunch and one or two glasses of white wine and the book proving to be less exciting than I had hoped I began to doze off. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I was jolted half-awake by some turbulence, then suddenly fully awake by the not very subtle sound of the couple rowing. I came fully awake as I realised they were talking about me.

'I bet she's had her boobs done, too. Nobody has tits that good.'

(I beg to differ, and all these years later they are still all my own work. Come and have a feel if you don't believe me!)

'Look, she just made a mistake, right? Maybe I sound like her other half, did you think of that?'

It was a valid point, and he seemed to make her stop and think a little. For what it's worth he sounded nothing at all like my ex, but I had thought I'd like to hear more of that voice, if you know what I mean! There was some more conversation, a little quieter and harder to hear, and I started to snooze again.

There came another bump as we dropped in an air pocket and I awoke. Maybe it was not too long afterwards but I couldn't tell. Looking carefully to one side - trying not to be so obvious this time! - I saw that they seemed to have kissed and made up, or rather were in the process of making up. With all the empty seats around us, and the people who were in them dozing the way I had been a few seconds before, there seemed to be nobody who could see what was happening the way that I could. Well, I say see, I couldn't exactly see because of the way they had a blanket over the pair of them, but let's just say there was a good reason I could see his mouth, but not hers! A lump in the blanket rose and fell rhythmically and he had his eyes closed as he enjoyed her attentions.

I watched fascinated for a few seconds, then realised I hadn't been paying attention properly, as I saw his eyes were now wide open and looking into mine. He winked, then mouthed something silently. I couldn't lip read that well, but it looked an awful lot like "wish it was you!" I turned away, then saw him shake his head. When I looked back - it really wasn't completely deliberate, honestly! - he smiled at me, then blew me a kiss. She had her back to me, and he had his arm around her shoulders, so she couldn't see what he was up to. He blew me another kiss, then started to look agitated. His eyes closed, then opened. Even my inexpert lip reading understood the words "I want to fuck you", with his hand pointing first at himself, then towards me. I watched, fascinated, as the hand he used to point at me dropped gently onto the back of her head, and held it there as he came. She would have heard him whispering, "Christ, I love you!", but she had no way of knowing that he was looking directly at me as he said it.

I looked away, and quickly pretended to be asleep, before her head came up and she started looking for witnesses. We landed not long afterwards, and went our separate ways. I half expected some awkward moments around the resort, but as it was I managed to amuse myself - quite successfully, if I do say so! - for the whole of the week without running into them again. Until the very last day. At the airport bar for the flight home, I spotted his tousled hair as we waited for our plane. I didn't go out of my way to draw attention to myself, but he was at my side remarkably quickly, offering a drink. I smiled and accepted, then made a joke about being interrupted.

'Ah, no, no danger of that, Janine had to fly back a day early.'

Just as well it wasn't four days early, I'd have been fighting him off all week! Or maybe not. I suspect he knew I liked him.

'So, what happens with your holiday pickups,' I asked, 'I hope you're not expecting to go back to my room for a quicky?'

'Well, if you'd like to come with me I know this little club that I could get you into?'

I knew what he meant, but he could have phrased it better!

'I'm not so sure about that!' I said, 'I know they say it's not a proper holiday romance without a fatherless child to show for it, but it's not what I'm looking for!"

He put his head down, a little embarrassed, but came up grinning. We touched glasses. We had a few minutes before we were due to board, so I started chatting to him, as if we were in a holiday bar and he was looking to pick me up.

'So, we've met. You like the look of me.'

'You have a high opinion of yourself, young lady!'

'Well, I wasn't the one declaring his affections to another woman while his wife was sucking him off.'

He nodded. It was a fair point!

'Let's say we go back to your place...' I took a quick look at the seat number on his boarding pass. Not all that far from mine. Especially if the plane was as empty as on the outward flight...

'Tell me what you have in mind.'

'Something nice and tender,' he said, having decided not to go all out. 'Plenty of kissing, for one thing.'

'OK,' I said, 'Any reason we couldn't do that here and now?'

His weren't the first pair of green-grey eyes to have softened my resolve, but they were quite impressive. I hadn't meant to let his tongue in quite as quickly either, but I was glad I had! I started breathing quickly, took a quick look round the bar to make sure we weren't being looked at - well, not too closely! - then put my hand in his crotch. Good sized, very firm. He moaned a little. There was a cough next to us, and an official told us that our flight was boarding now.

We held hands as we walked out to the plane. A member of the flight crew tutted that our boarding cards meant we had been separated, then fixed things so we were side by side at the back of the plane.

I whispered to him,

'Are we a couple, then?'

'Tonight, my dear!' he said, then, as if realising that we weren't actually on honeymoon, went on 'Well, in about half an hour, anyway!'

We settled down, got airborne, then went through the same drink and meal routine ass the outward journey, except with an air of frustration, as this time both of us were eager to get our hands on each other. With everything cleared away, our glasses topped up, and a blanket over us requested from a member of the crew who brought it with a knowing look, we were ready to move to the next stage of my "seduction".

'So,' he said, 'I have found you in the bar, taken you out for a lovely romantic meal, plied you with the best wines money can buy. I think perhaps that deserves a little gratitude. Don't you?'

He certainly was quite imaginative! I liked that about him. Well, quite a few things, if I'm honest. The only trouble was that the real world - two airline seats at the back of a charter flight - was a bit less than inspiring. But then again, I could be creative as well!

Making sure nobody was watching, I put my hand to his cheek and turned his face to mine for a kiss. I don't know if he had been briefed in some way, but the slightly hesitant way his tongue got to know mine was really having an effect on me. I turned my head so we could kiss more closely, and thought of warm, moist air moving from his lungs to mine, then back again, and the lovely sensation of light-headedness, that beautiful sense of dizziness that I would feel as he laid me back on the bed and...oh. Old-fashioned upright airline seats. Bugger!

(I should point out that this was very much pre-Covid! You are not encouraged to kiss a sexual partner too deeply, break distancing rules, rebreathe your lover's air or give them a bloody good seeing-to! For now, anyway!)

'Hmm,' I said, 'We can't go back to your hotel, because your wife might find us. I don't suppose she's the type who would be likely to join in?'

He shook his head.

'And we can't go back to my hotel, because for all you know I have a crazy, psychotic boyfriend with a jealous streak a mile wide, who definitely wouldn't join in!'

He looked a little sad then, as if I had taken away his favourite toy. I had to cheer him up.

'And yet it would be so nice for us to make love together, wouldn't it?'

I kissed him again, turning my head a little from side to side to wipe my lips across his. A thought from what I overheard on the outward flight popped into my head.

'By the way. I don't want to speak ill of the absent, but your Janine was very wrong about two things. Why don't you take a look?'

He caught on instantly, and put his hand in my blouse, working his hand around the side of my boob, then cupping it, the nipple firm and proud in the palm of his hand. Good job I thought a bra might be too much in the Spanish heat! I gasped a little. I was surprised how much I wanted him right then.

'You know, when we first came into this restaurant,' I said, hoping he would join in with my little fantasy, 'I was sure I saw a nice, dark alleyway just before. The kind of place two lovers might go if they had nowhere to go, but still wanted to fuck each other's brains out.'

We French kissed again, his tongue still polite with me. I decided to tease him a little.

'You do want to fuck my brains out, don't you? Only I'm really looking for a nice hard cock tonight. If not yours, then...'

The next kiss was a good deal less refined, and his hand squeezed my breast a little too hard.


'I'm going to take your hand,' I said, 'and lead you to that alleyway.'


As I whispered in his ear, my hand moved under the blanket, Finding his erection was easy; finding the zipper to let it out was trickier, but I was very determined!

'You're going to have to imagine a bit here,' I said, 'We're going to get ourselves arrested if I fuck you for real. But you were such a sweetheart to give me dinner like that. I think I should give you a little something back. Right here should do. This little corner should be just enough shadow so we can't be seen from the road.'

I started to masturbate him. Slowly, teasingly. He closed his eyes.

'Do you like walls?' I asked, 'My boyfriend does. He likes to do me outside, when he can. Places where we might get seen. It's not all that comfortable, but he does have a point. What I do is slip my knickers off first, then we kiss while we get ready. I reckon you're ready now, don't you?'

He nodded. I brought my hand out from under the blanket.

'We can't fuck for real, but I think you'll like this. Imagine these fingers are my pussy. Would you lick them for me? Get me nice and wet!'

We played a little game where I sucked a finger, gave it to him to lick and suck more, then put it back into my mouth. Each of my five fingers received the treatment, then we gave them a little extra licking for luck, our tongues running over my hand and occasionally bumping into each other. I put my hand back under the blanket.

'I need one leg to stand on,' I said, 'But if I lift the other up, I can turn it outwards. You stand close to me, facing me, then...'

I put my fingers into a cylinder, all pointing in the same direction. I touched the fingertips to the head of his cock. Uncircumcised.

'You're nearly there,' I said, 'Your cock is right up against my pussy lips. All nice, wet and ready for you. All you have to do is push just that little bit harder -'

I moved my fingers downwards a little and he lifted his hips slightly –

'And you're entering me! Good, isn't it?'

The cage made by my fingers slipped down his shaft, sliding his foreskin with it, the sensitive skin of his cock's head pressing into the wet warmth, till it came to rest pressing into my palm.

'All the way in. Mmm. Now let's try a little movement!'

I did my best to keep my hand in place as he started to move his hips, his cock rising and falling inside the lovely prison my fingers made for it. I leaned close and gently blew warm air into his ear.

'Ah, that's so fucking nice. Nice and deep!'

I wondered if we ought to stop and redo the lubrication, but I could tell he was nearly there. I whispered in his ear.

'Are you nearly coming?'

He didn't need to nod.

'I hope you're going to be sensible! You've got me so turned on here, I might not want you to stop. You'll have to be the one to pull out. Only not just yet, please...'

I made little moaning sounds in his ear as he fucked my hand, emulating the sound of a woman also close to climax. He started breathing heavily as I murmured to him

'Don't come, not yet, please, not yet, ah...'

I think it was me putting my tongue into his ear that did it. Right about then he gasped and I felt the heat splashing the inside of my hand. I kissed him again. For some reason I wanted to have my tongue in his mouth while he was still shooting. I had plenty of time as my fingers milked him dry.

'You naughty boy, you've gone and done it inside me, haven't you?'

If we had been up against a wall, I think I'd have had a very sticky walk home! I brought my hand out, and licked each finger dry, looking into his eyes as I did, trying to work out which of us was the dirtier bastard for what had just happened!

We got back to the airport having exchanged details. Janine was waiting for him in Arrivals, and my ex was there looking bashful with flowers, so walking in separately was exactly the right thing to do. I don't know if he had any explaining to do, but my ex - except he wasn't really my ex - never asked about how I had spent my time. Which is just as well, because in addition to my "alleyway" liaison I would have had to ask for three other offences to be taken into account!

He did contact me and I did meet him again a year or so later. We had one night of adulterous sex, which was good, but not all that good, something which I think we both realised. Some romances should just stay on holiday, I suppose!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Monday, April 19th 2021
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Watersports and a Raincoat
Hello my friends,

Hope you’re enjoying eating and drinking in the great outdoors (a bit too chilly for me yet).

I get asked now and again about watersports … I used to enjoy them in my ‘Charlotte Spencer days’. I’ll do some reminiscing for you …

So, I was settling down in bed late one afternoon with a guy I hadn't seen in a year or two. I don't know for certain exactly how long it had been, I'll have to get back to you on that. We had spent more time chatting and catching up than you might think, given that we used to meet quite regularly pre-pandemic, and especially given as he said he hadn't had sex with anyone since the last time with me, but he usually prefers what you might call a laid-back approach to love-making, which right then suited me perfectly. So there was a lot of subtly intimate contact, a fair bit of flirting, until in the end it was just natural to undress and get into bed.

He was warm under that duvet, and I could feel the heat of his body as I laid across him, my arm across his torso and my boobs moulding against his chest. His head was at just the right distance and angle to indulge some lovely deep kissing. It was almost like playing peek-a-boo with a baby. I would start with my head just a few inches above his, both of us smiling in anticipation. Then I would put my lips to his, in as much of a lovely round "O" shape as I could manage, and wait for his tongue in my mouth. Sometimes it was gentle, sometimes almost rough. Then I'd lift my head away, as if hiding, then we would smile, and repeat the performance. (It really is a lovely way to get ready to fuck. I must show it to you sometime!)

Then it occurred to me I was closing my eyes as we kissed, so at one stage I opened them. He had his eyes closed too, and I suddenly wondered why people do that so often. I wasn't in any particular hurry to be with another man just then, and I was sure he was more than happy to be with me in those final few moments before we made love. His lovely cock was certainly pleased to be in bed with me! I giggled a little at the idea we might be fantasising about other people, and the next time we pulled apart we looked at each other a little while. I was a tiny bit concerned in case he thought I was laughing at him, but then I saw him grin and knew it wouldn't be a problem. But I think perhaps it emboldened him a bit for what happened next. I saw a slightly quizzical expression cross his face, and without thinking asked,

'Penny for your thoughts?'

He hesitated a second, then decided to go for it.

'What are your thoughts on watersports, Lorna?'

That wasn't really something I was expecting, so I kissed him tenderly to give myself a bit of thinking time.

'There are some things that people do, that I don't mind them doing, but I think just aren't for me. I know some women like gang bangs, for instance. That's something I'm not so keen on. I'd rather just stick to having more of just the one man.'

I gave him another kiss, then whispered

'Or two men. Two men at most, I think.'

I kissed him again. His kiss was slightly more eager, and I knew without being told that he was thinking about how he'd feel about sharing me with another man in a threesome. I had to make sure I didn't get distracted!

'A while back, a friend of mine - a girlfriend of mine, before you ask! - told me about the time she experimented with that for the first time. She used to enjoy doing it on her boyfriend, she said, then one day when they were playing around with a see-through plastic raincoat, he asked if he could do it on her for a change. He said the raincoat would mean she didn't need to get soaked in it, and that seemed to make sense to her. So she told him she would.'

I gave him another french kiss, and as I did so I slipped my hand down his body and curled my fingers round his cock. It's quite fascinating, feeling a man's tongue buzzing slightly in your mouth when he moans. I knew he was loving this turn of events.

'Anyway,' she said, 'she told me how she got up, still wearing the plastic mac, put her hand out to him, and led him from the bedroom into the shower. Apparently she was in a really dreamy state when she did this, as if she couldn't believe she was going to let this happen to her. She said the thing that she noticed, and she knew for a fact that her boyfriend noticed, was that her nipples were really erect. She said you could see them pushing up against the plastic, and the circles of her areolae were dark and puffy, as if she had just been suckling her boyfriend. She said that she was quite conscious of it, and he - well, he just couldn't take his eyes off her tits. When they got there, she knelt down, then put her hands on the floor, next to her feet, then lifted herself up, kind of offering her body up to him. He stood facing her, a couple of feet away, trying not to get too hard, because he said he wouldn't be able to pee if his erection was too firm.'

By now there was no danger of my lover being able to pee for that very reason! I started to stroke his cock, and gave him another tongue kiss.

'I know what she meant there,' I said, 'Because when I've got a guy to the point of no return, I take a deep breath and stick my boobs out, so he's got a lovely, juicy target to aim at. You know what I mean because I've done for you, haven't I?'

He grunted. I speeded up my hand movements.

'So there they were, facing each other. She took a deep breath, shoved her chest out, and told him "Go on, then."'

He was breathing heavily now.

'I don't know how long he had been keeping it in,' I said, 'but she reckoned he started with a pale, straw-coloured liquid that hit the floor of the shower cubicle just short of where she was kneeling, almost between her knees. It was a bit of a strain, holding herself up like that, but she knew this wouldn't last that long. The stream of liquid from his cock got larger, and he reached the bottom of her coat. There was a sound a bit like tearing cloth, she said, and they both realised he was urinating onto her. She told me it wasn't too unpleasant, though she hadn't been expecting quite as much spray from the splashes where the jet was hitting her. She watched him work his way up her body, making a bit of a puddle in her lap, then he was onto her belly. She watched the stream work up her body, then smiled at his predictability when - as she guessed he would! - he turned his body, ever so slightly, left and right, to give each of her tits its own little shower of piss.'

By now my own lover was really very close to climax. I started rubbing him faster, then picked up my story again.

'My friend said she had kind of thought that that would be enough for him, but then she realised he was still in full flow. He steered the jet a little higher, at which point she realised that her raincoat would only go so far. Again she said she felt that dreamlike feeling, and put her head back a little. The noise of tearing cloth stopped, and she felt a warmth on her chest as his piss hit the bare skin of her throat, and ran down between her breasts. She said it was so much like taking a normal shower that she was surprised how natural it seemed. Dreamily she let it happen, and dreamily she felt him working his way up her neck.'

'Go on.'

I could tell he was seconds away from coming.

'She always told me that the main thing with guys and oral sex is to try and keep them from messing up your hair.'

I knew if I moved my fingers now he would come. I also knew he would come harder if I waited a few seconds. I uncurled my fingers and used the tips to stroke his shaft, keeping my fingers well away from the head. He gave another moan. I moved my head round to look down his body, almost as if I was inspecting his penis before I decided what to do next. I could hear him almost not daring to breathe. I glanced back to him, smiled, then turned my head back, gazing down the barrel of his erection, before taking the final step of completing the story.

'So what else could she do? She smiled at him, gave him the faintest of nods, then lowered her head and opened her mouth.'

'She told me the taste wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. Knowing what to do with it was the main thing! She let some burble out of her mouth, then tried swallowing some. In the end she just put her mouth over his cock, as if she was giving him oral, and let him shoot what was left of his piss down her throat.'

There have been a few times when I have made a man come without touching him. This was one of them. Once I felt the movements in his legs I knew I had given him an orgasm. The fact that I put my mouth over the head of his erection, to catch every single drop of the warm sweet spunk he gave me was neither here nor there. It took three swallows to take care of it all, and I could take my mouth away and kiss him. I smiled.

'How long has it been?' I asked.

'Just over two years.'

'I thought that might be the case! I hope you kept some for later...'

I moved up his body, and snuggled next to him. We kissed again, then he said, wearing the biggest innocent expression he could muster,

'Two questions for you. Was your friend called Charlotte, by any chance?'

I stopped still for a moment as if thinking, then put my head to one side and smiled at him, blatantly ignoring his question. Like I say, we went back some way.

'And what was your second question?'

'Ah, I was going to ask what "the faintest of nods" actually looked like. But it doesn't matter.'

He settled down, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close for a gentle kiss.

'I think I know now.'

Look out for my watersports video in a couple of days.

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx

Monday, April 5th 2021
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Lunch Break Sex
Hello my Friends,

I’m getting excited because there is finally light at the end of this long CV tunnel

I had a meeting with a very good friend of mine a while back. As you'll see, he's a bit younger than I am. Not enough to get people disapproving - not that other people disapproving really counts for that much with me! - but enough for me to enjoy as a pleasant change! There's quite a nice feeling to having that "naughty aunty" edge to a meeting, the sort of thing where the guy has lusted after a woman for a long time, and then realises that she is happy to join in with the fantasy. It's a role play situation that is surprisingly popular, and I do enjoy seducing the occasional naughty nephew! But with Aaron it is not quite like that. He is a little more upfront about his satisfaction, which means there isn't usually much seduction when we get together.

Anyway, in this case, there was something of a time element to our meeting: we had to fit in some fun sex into our lunch break. Now restrictions such as this can be tricky, but they can also allow a little creativity in sometimes, and this is what I decided to try and do. As luck would have it I came up with what I think was a timely solution.

Come the day and I'm knocking at Aaron's door. He makes sure it's me, then dashes back upstairs so he can get a camera running. I could see him watching me eagerly as I climbed the stairs. The combination of my "sensible business woman" look with a nice, plunging neckline seemed to do the job, and I grinned at the thought of what looking down my top must be doing inside his underpants.

'Good afternoon,' I said, in a nice and formal voice, 'as you are no doubt aware 2021 is a census year. Every ten years the government carries out an official count and survey of the nation's population. The census is much more than just a simple headcount - it offers us the chance to find out so much about our population more reliably than almost any other means, so it is important. Important enough that there are penalties for non-compliance.'

I put my bag down to one side, and carried on.

'In the majority of cases census returns will be made online. However there is also a place for the more traditional face-to-face interview, in particular where we may need to interpret data of a more sensitive kind.'

I looked at him meaningfully, then slipped my jacket off. I wasn't leaving him in much doubt about the sensitivity in his particular case, was I? I carried on in my official tone of voice.

'There are several areas in your case where we need to check source data thoroughly. To begin with, multiple occupancy. Will you be the only occupant at this address tonight?'

He nodded.

'Good,' I told him, 'We don't really want to be disturbed, do we?'

I smiled shyly at him, and rested my hand on his thigh. I watched him close his eyes, and with a thought of our time restrictions at the back of the mind I moved a little faster than I would normally. I spread my fingers, and stroked slowly up and down over the bulge in his trousers. I liked the feel of the cock thickening under my hand. In a few moments it would be...patience, Lorna!

'Now, sex and gender identity is an area which is particularly important to this census,' I went on, 'for over two hundred years we have been asking people if they are male or female, and this census is no different. Please be aware that there is a later question on this, but for now, would I be right in thinking that in 'traditional' terms, you would be identified as 'male'?'

I had what felt like about eight stiff inches of reason to suspect this was the case, but the scenario seemed to please him. He nodded.

'If it is OK with you,' I said, 'there have been questions raised about impersonation in some cases. I am required by law to ask if you would consent to gender verification. This will involve some intimate contact. Do you consent to such verification?'

Grinning, he nodded again, which was all the permission I needed to unfasten his belt, unzip his fly, and send my fingers in to investigate his underpants. I pulled out a gorgeous, dark cock, of slightly above-average size.

'I'll get onto ethnic origins later, of course. For now I just need to make you aware that I have extensive experience with penises and how to handle them. I will almost certainly detect any attempt at impersonation...mmm...'

I'm not exactly sure how to write that last word. It was the very pleasant noise I made as I dropped my head into Aaron's lap, and let his thick cock slide between my lips and into my mouth. It seemed to have been so long since I had last sucked a man that I perhaps went a little too far in my attempts to detect a forgery. If I did, though, Aaron didn't seem bothered. I just heard him sighs and gasp as I went about the business of getting him erect. After a few minutes I stripped off my top. I needed an excuse to carry on a little more!


'Well, this seems...very much in order! Would it be possible to check you for...attachments?'

I had yet to hear a complaint from him, and when he saw that this meant me taking some of his clothes off too, then kneeling in front of him and taking his cock in my mouth as close to the root as I could, he was happy to oblige! I surfaced with a happy smile on my face and asked if he was willing to continue to the next question.

'Sexual orientation,' I began, 'is no longer a binary business. We have established to my satisfaction that you have a lovely thick cock... I'm sorry, what I meant to say is that there are strong grounds for you to identify as male, based on extensive physical examination. I am directed to section 17 of the survey at this point. To begin with, would you say that you consider yourself straight/heterosexual, or predominately straight/heterosexual?'

'Yes, I do.'

We were only about ten minutes into our scenario. I think if I (or you?) had been Aaron, there wasn't much he would complain about so far, so I felt justified in having a little "me time".

'I see. We would define "straight/heterosexual" in your instance as having a desire to experience sexual relations with a woman. The Census Office has already verified my gender identity as female, so you don't need to concern yourself with verifying that fact.'

I lay back on the sofa, pulling my panties to one side. This was the bit I had been looking forward to!

'You only have to demonstrate, to my satisfaction, that you do indeed feel the urge for sexual relations with a woman. As we have already established that there are only the two of us here, and that I am the only woman present, I'd like you to demonstrate those urges.'

I opened my legs to him.

'How you do so is up to you!'

I must say that I expected him to fuck me there and then! Instead, in a development I hadn't really expected, his head was between my thighs in seconds and his mouth pressed firmly to my crotch. Not only was he eager, he was very good. I closed my eyes and relaxed onto the pillow, letting his tongue do wonderful things between my legs. I was already in the right frame of mind, but Aaron's mouth made sure my body was in the right state as well - wet, and very willing! I smiled at him as his head came up.

'Are you going to fuck me now?'

'All in good time,' he said, 'I want to make sure that I demonstrating to your complete satisfaction!'

With that his fingers took over where his mouth had just left off. Slowly, gently, but with a degree of firmness that suited me beautifully, he thrust a finger deep inside me, then circled his thumb on my clitoris. Happy that I was ready enough - boy, was I ready! - he brought a second finger to bear, thrusting and massaging inside me and getting me tremendously wet. In the end I decided to stop him. I wanted his cock inside me when I came!

He hadn't lost his erection as he finger-fucked me, but I sucked him just a bit more, mostly to stop myself from coming too soon. (Isn't it nice when it's that way round for a change?)

At last we were on to the main course! I probably came across as some kind of cock-seeking missile, but I was past caring, sitting astride him and sinking down onto that lovely erection of his, feeling it spreading and stretching me. I needn't have bothered trying to keep myself from getting too turned on, I started coming seconds into a much-needed cowgirl fuck! I rode him a few seconds longer, building up to a gorgeous, tit-jiggling second orgasm, flooding the base of his cock with more of my juices than I would have thought possible! Even as I was coming down afterwards, Aaron was doing his best to keep his census interviewer satisfied.

'Well, lovely lady,' he began, 'I'm about ready to blow! Where would you like me to come? Up you or on you?'

I would have been happy to stay on top, riding him gently until he filled me, but then he jogged my memory.

'There's a camera here, remember? Shouldn't we make him happy too?'

Good point! Someone told me once that pornography was like justice. Not only was it important that it should be done, but it should be seen to be done.

'Ah, fuck, yes, ah, you're right, Aaron. On me it is! Only where? My face? My tits?'

I like being direct and smutty like this when a guy is nearly coming with me. So many of you do like to see a pretty woman talking dirty!

'I think I can manage both,' he said.

It sounded a little boastful, but his other answers had all turned out to be correct. I grinned and climbed down, getting his beautiful erection in my mouth once more. He opened his legs nice and wide, and I got my head bouncing almost as enthusiastically as my body had been a few seconds before. The pose meant my tits were swinging nice and free, bouncing against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs each time I ducked and his cock went deep into my mouth. So many men have told me they love this - one even proposed marriage purely because of it! - that I felt sure I would be draining his balls in seconds.

In the event it took a little longer. Perhaps it was the feeling of my drooling saliva down the length of his shaft as I sucked him that did it, but there was a moan and all of a sudden his cum was spurting. The first jet went into my mouth, a second flew out and somehow landed on the inside of his thigh, then I got my act together and licked and slurped most of it into my mouth, though some ran lovingly down the side of his cock, gathering in a hot puddle by his balls. I swallowed what I could, then smiled at him, face sticky with the juice I had missed. I slid up his body, feeling the sticky head of a still half-erect penis laying a trail of cum from my breasts down to my groin, then pursed my lips and gave him a quick kiss him on the mouth. There was still time to get cleaned up and get back into respectable businesswoman mode, before I went out into the real world once more.

'Well, that went pretty well, I thought. Considering we were pressed for time!'

He grinned. There was another kiss. This time it went on a little longer. I could feel some stirrings between my legs of something between his legs.

'Aaron, behave yourself! You know we aren't allowed to spend too long on each of our interviewees.'

He looked a little sad as I got dressed, so I leaned over and gave him another quick kiss as I pulled my jumper on.

'Of course, that was only the rehearsal. We still have the interview proper to conduct. And I am allowed to take extra time, if there are follow-up questions.'
In the end I left him with the section on 'non-standard sexual practices'. I had highlighted the sections on 'multiple sexual partners' and 'anal sex'. I wonder if he'll take the hint?

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Ps There’s a video to go with this blog called ‘Lunch break Sex with my Toy Boy’

Tuesday, March 23rd 2021
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My First Suspender Belt
Hello my Friends,

Do you know, I can't remember a time when I didn't find stockings erotic. I know that many of you do as well, but I'm going to address this particular post to those of you who might need some persuading. Don't feel that you have to stop reading if you agree with me, though, because I'm sure you'll find something here to keep you entertained!

I think I was first turned on to their erotic potential by an older man. That probably sounds dreadful now and I'm sure for some it could be a very dangerous area to go into, but at the time it didn't seem that way to me! It's a little sad in some ways, because although I remember the event quite clearly I can't bring the guy's name to mind right now, but I remember being impressed by the E-type Jaguar he used to drive!

At the time I was working as a barmaid in a country pub, and as you can imagine I was quite popular. I tried to be sensible though, putting the money for drinks I was bought into a jar rather than getting drunk, maintaining a certain distance from customers, not getting too carried away with their comments and so on. I could be quite mature when I wanted to be. And the tips jar was a handy addition to the meagre wages I was getting!

In fact, now that I think of it, it was the tip jar that was my introduction to whatever-his-name was! I had seen the car parked outside the pub once or twice, and the deep green colour and the voluptuous curves of the huge bonnet grabbed my attention right away. I made a mental note to find out more about the car and its driver, as the idea of being whisked around the quiet roads with the top down was very appealing to me!

I didn't work every day that summer, and the car wasn't there all that often, so it was not really a surprise when a couple of weeks went by without me seeing it again. I did mention it to another barmaid, Jane, who said she knew who the driver was, but then changed the subject quite quickly. Did I see her blush as she did? I was intrigued, and the thought added a little extra excitement!

I was working the Good Friday lunchtime not long after I had spoken to Jane when I heard the thrumming of a powerful engine and saw the green Jag pulling in. I was serving a group so I didn't see the driver straight away, but when I heard a deep voice order a single malt, a cigar and whatever I was having I put two and two together. A large man, who looked as if he was used to the finer things in life (at least when it came to fine eating!) the blazer and cravat made me think even then that the sports car was an indication that he had reached a certain stage in his life. Or to put it another way, twice my age and then some! For some reason this made me a little playful.

'Is that single as in small?' I asked innocently.

'No my darling, that's single as in solitary, as splendid isolation. The best way to be, in my opinion.'

A divorce then. And hoping to play the field, from the sound of things.

'OK, but is that a single single, or a double single? I can make it a large one for you, if you want?'

I gazed at him with a wide-eyed, naive expression. I gave no sign that I there was any other meaning to my words. I saw his eyes twinkling at that, as if he realised he was coming across as being a little pompous, but that I wasn't fazed by it. It may sound silly now, but just then we both decided we liked what we were seeing just that little bit more.

'A single single will be fine, my darling. I am driving later. And there'll be more change for you to keep that way.'

He had handed over quite a large note, so I wasn't going to complain!

'I'll put it in my tips jar, if that's OK with you?'

My skirt that day was a little short, I must confess. You know, it almost makes me wonder why I used to put the jar on that high shelf. I was on tip-toes as I dropped the change into it, imagining behind me the kind of throaty growl that Sid James used to make in the Carry On films. Take a moment now to imagine me in a short skirt, the hem riding up as I reach for the shelf. Poor innocent Lorna, a tease? Surely not!

I turned back and smiled sweetly at my new friend.

'It looks as if you've got quite a nice sum in there, young lady,' he said, 'have you thought what you might spend it on?'

'I do quite like the idea of a nice, fast car,' I said.

'Well, they don't come cheap, I'm afraid!' he replied, 'But maybe I could offer you some financial advice. Have you heard the phrase, "speculate to accumulate", my dear?'

'I think so,' I said, leaning on the counter in front of him, 'But I'm not sure how it would apply to me.'

I will give the man credit, despite my low neckline he maintained eye contact with me! Mind you, I was giving him a full, wide-eyed innocent look, complete with fluttering eyelids. He motioned me closer, then murmured into my ear.

'Between you and me, I think you'd find you were up and down to that tip jar about twice as often if those tights of yours were stockings and suspenders.'

I genuinely hadn't thought of that. I stayed there with my head close to his just a second or two longer, watching the way his fingertips rose and fell on the counter top, each in turn. I realised my breast was barely out of his reach, and realised he was miming the gestures he would make if he was holding it. I think I blushed. I know I flinched. But not that far. I found myself wondering if he was hard for me, up against that bar top.

'You'd certainly get more from me,' he said, as I pulled back. I made a non-committal face and smiled just enough that he wouldn't get upset.

'Thank you!' I said brightly, 'You've given me something to think about there!'

His eyes narrowed a fraction and he gave me what wasn't exactly the warmest smile he could but it still looked pleasant.

'Ah well,' he said, 'That's me! I can be quite generous, you know. Under the right circumstances.'

And that was more or less all that was said between us, at least on that day. Over the next twenty minutes or so I caught him looking at me a couple of times. Which means, of course, that I was looking at him.

He left the pub shortly after finishing that whisky, waving to me as he left and calling out

'See you Monday?'

To my mind, even at that relatively young age, there was no doubt about what he had in mind. The only question in my mind was what should I do about it. I slept on it, and the next day went into Manchester to buy some lingerie. After all, the way I saw it, he wouldn't be the only beneficiary of it!

I have to say Monday saw me a little nervous! Not quite first date nerves, but also in case my new underwear arrangements were a little too obvious. But then again, I told myself, that was the idea, wasn't it? When I got dropped off at the pub, I could see the green E-type there. I took a deep breath, pulled the little black dress down, felt the gentle tension of it across my boobs and knew I was going to be thinking about sex all of that afternoon shift, and wondering how much that would show!

He was on a stool right at the place where he had offered me his financial advice, a nearly empty glass in front of him. I took a deep breath, hoping that nobody would notice me doing that but that everybody would notice the results and announced breezily,

'Anybody in need of attention?'

He downed the drink in one and held the glass out. I thought I noticed a slight tremor, and wondered how long he had been in.

'Single?'

'Splendid isolation. Solitary.'

'Shame!'

I passed him the tumbler back. The note that came my way was twenty pounds, I noticed.

'Would you like one for yourself...?'

I beamed at him.

'That's very kind of you! I'll take for a half of lager, if that's OK?'

I turned. Another quick deep breath. My chest expanded, and the hem of my skirt rose as a result. I went up on tip toe. I hadn't tested the outfit, but I was sure some of that lovely, pale, top-of-my-thighs skin would surely be showing over the my stockings. Behind me I heard something of a coughing noise, as if some of that fine single malt had accidentally gone the wrong way. I waited just a second. He didn't disappoint me.

'Sorry, I meant keep the change!'

I turned back, beaming at him. I kept my chest out - there wasn't as much visible this time round, but he still managed to notice - and then bit my lower lip, frowning. His face fell a little.

'Are you alright, sir? Only you look a little pale.'

He looked slightly puzzled.

'Pale? Am I?'

I looked him straight in the eye.

'I reckon you look as if you could use a lie down. I haven't really gone on shift and to be honest with you I think they could cope without me for a little. Why don't you give me your keys and let me drop you off at home? I've passed my test!'

He looked thoughtful. The penny dropped quickly for him and his eyes lit up.

'Yes. Perhaps I do feel a bit...out of sorts, now you mention it.'

I explained things to the landlord, who seemed sympathetic, if a little sceptical. I kept cheerful, said I wouldn't be long, and added I'd work later to make it up if he liked. I didn't mention that my tip jar now held more than my wages for the weekend!

The car was a sporty, noisy delight to drive, and I made sure I kept finding the need to brake and change gear, anything to cause my hem to ride up. Once he was happy I wasn't going to crash into a tree he even got to enjoy the view a little! He directed me back to his place, then onto the driveway next to his detached house. I stepped out of the car. He seemed a little reluctant. I don't know why but I seemed to have become the eager one, all of a sudden. I walked to the passenger side.

'You're going to have to get yourself out, I'm afraid. I don't think I can carry you.'

He stood up, a little unsteadily, then shuffled towards the side door. I had the key in my hand and opened it. He walked in slowly, as if he had just had an accident. I followed him, then closed the door. I had been worried, but realised he was now grinning at me.

'Neighbour,' he said, 'Nosy bastard will wonder what I'm up to if I look too cheerful to have you here.'

He stood close in front of me, then put one arm behind me, round my shoulders. The other went to my thigh, where I felt him exploring for stocking top through my dress.

'Ah, now,' I said, 'do it properly. Tits first!'

This had been the punchline to a joke told me by a boyfriend. I got a short cough of laughter from him, then he said

'I'm going to enjoy you, I can tell!' he said.

He kissed me urgently and I let him. He put his hands up onto my breasts, and I let him do that. Part of me was a little amazed that I was doing this particularly when I tasted the whisky and cigars on his tongue. I can only think that the journey in the car had somehow made me more responsive. Hornier, anyway. I pushed him away a little, then pressed down on his shoulders. He took the hint and crouched in front of me. I lifted my skirt and thrust my groin out, squirming to press my wetness onto his face. He hadn't come across as a great kisser, but he seemed to be doing a bit better downstairs! I felt an urgency about the situation I didn't recognise from times with younger boyfriends. The difference was it was me who was in a hurry. I didn't even want to climb the stairs to his bed. I glanced around the hallway. We were fumbling with each other about ten feet from a small, low table. It would do.

'Have you got any condoms?' I asked.

He seemed baffled. I opened the flap on my bag and hunted inside.

'Good job one of us knows about Boy Scout principles, then.' I said.

I didn't let on that I had learned this particular Boy Scout principle from a very intimate jamboree and a subsequent period that was two days late.

I tossed him the packet, then pulled off my outer clothes quickly. I left the stockings and suspender belt on. I dallied for a little, then decided the shoes should stay on too. I walked over to the table.

'Fuck me on this?' I said, and laid down.

I winced a little as he entered me. His was probably the biggest cock I had taken, though that makes me sound much more of a slut than it should. It wasn't really comfortable for either of us, but at the time the comfort was less important than the sex. I liked the feeling of tightness, the way my body got pressed into the cool, hard wood of the tabletop. I ran my fingers through the curly greying hairs on his chest, while his hands grabbed and squeezed my breasts in time to the movement inside me.

I opened my mouth and panted as he took me, pressing my thighs together to urge him on. He was coming … turned on by the very intimate French kissing we had just shared. He thrust deep, emptying himself inside me.

I hadn't come, and I was pretty sure that I would need to be back at the pub before he could do something about that. He pulled out, his condom heavy with a load that I was glad I didn't now have to worry about. He watched, open-mouthed in his turn, as I reached between my legs and brought myself off, satisfying my need for release.

'I need to get back to the pub,' I said. He nodded, and offered to drop me off.

Now that both of us had come, the tidying up process was strangely devoid of passion, though as I saw him watch me dress, I knew that the thought of my body in those stockings would linger long in his memory. Awkward, was what it was. Slightly awkward, anyway. Though we hadn't actually fallen out, the urgency and spark from earlier on had just disappeared, though he did continue to be a great tipper whenever I saw him in the bar. At the start of autumn I moved on, and later heard that his "splendid isolation" came to a close when Jane, the other barmaid fell pregnant by him. No wonder she blushed that time. I should have told her about Boy Scouts!


Yes, looking back now I realise that was a strange time in my life. It was a time when perhaps I was playing a little dangerously, but I got away with it. And I found I quite liked fast cars, and at least some of the men that drive them. But the one thing I really owe to my Jaguar-driving friend was just how valuable an addition stockings and suspenders can be to a girl's wardrobe - at any age!


Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Ps. I’ve posted a very horny audio story in my Erotica section



Monday, March 15th 2021
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Triple Treat
Hello my Friends,

Some ideas just leap out at you, I find, while some others can take a bit of development. Ages back I took a decision that I ought to offer double delights, and I'm glad I did! It marks a nice way in which a gentleman can treat himself. I think that for many men the idea of having two women attending to his desires just seems - well, natural probably isn't the right word, but it is a very popular fantasy! And with the right people it is a lovely fun way of passing the time. I enjoy being in videos, for instance, partly because I like the feel of showing myself off for the sexual satisfaction of the person watching that video.

Now, imagine what it's on a double delight, having that same sense of thrill, except that I have my very own "audience in person". I don't know why, but the exhibitionist in me loves having another woman there to know and understand just what is going through my mind when I'm being fucked. It works both ways, of course, and I do like watching another woman react as a man takes her, a nice mix of a little bit of jealousy and a lot of "yes please". I think there's something particularly intimate about taking hold of a man's cock, perhaps slowly teasing my girlfriend's pussy lips with it, then helping him ease it inside her. Perhaps I'll play with her a little as he does his stuff, gently stroking her clitoris to give her that extra touch of pleasure. Of course, if my girlfriend should happen to want to return the favour, I'm quite happy to let her. And from the guy's point of view, there is really very little to top the sensation of entering a woman who is in mid-orgasm...

Sorry, I had to break off for a few moments there and relive some of those times. I'm feeling a little more relaxed … just need to lick my fingers clean now - I hope you understand! Now, where was I? Ah, yes, that's right! I was in a lovely intimate restaurant with a guy. It was early evening and we were just having dinner before we went off to do the kind of things consenting adults get up to together. It wasn't a large place, and perhaps because it was a midweek night it wasn't all that busy. We had met before, he was in the area for work, and from what I remembered he was a very considerate lover, so I was very much looking forward to getting back to his hotel!

As it was fairly quiet, and the place was not at all noisy, our conversation had a lovely, conspiratorial feeling to it. To avoid speaking too loudly about private matters, I decided I should sit next to him rather than on opposite sides of the table, but before I moved there I excused myself and went to the ladies, where I took a moment or two to adjust my dress. Well, that is one way of putting it! I was wearing a fairly formal blouse, quite respectable in many ways, but while I was in the ladies I unbuttoned my top, then reached in to lift my breasts out of my bra cups. You'll have seen me do this in a few of my films; the difference here was that you couldn't easily see what I had done, particularly in the warm darkness of the restaurant's dining area. That didn't mean my adjustment went unnoticed though!

I slid onto the bench alongside Graham, and he gallantly helped move my place setting in front of me. I leaned close as he did this, with the result that his forearm accidentally bumped into my breast. I smiled to let him know he hadn't upset me, then leaned closer still as he carried on shifting cutlery. There was a delightful sensation as my boob moulded itself to his arm. It took him ages to let go of my knife when he realised! I moved slowly, making sure he felt a nipple that I knew was nice and erect was pressing into his arm.

'Are you wearing a bra, Lorna?' he whispered.

'Of course,' I said, 'well, more or less anyway! I just thought you might like to know one of the places I want you to come tonight.'

No point being bashful, I thought! He asked as coolly as he could manage,

'And how many times can I come, Lorna?'

'I don't know, Graham. I hope it's going to be fun finding out, though!'

It was at about that point that I got a text from my friend Pippa. Because it came through on my work phone, the photo I had to tell me who was getting in touch was a little racy, and because I was sitting next to Graham he got to see. I could tell from the way he stopped eating that his mind was working.

'Friend?' was all he said, bursting with curiosity.

'Oh, a good friend,' I replied, 'lover, really.'

I then explained about double delights. I could tell I had really grabbed his interest!

'Why didn't I think of that before?' he said, 'is this Pippa your only...friend?'

'Oh, not at all,' I answered, 'there's Annabelle as well. Here, I have some pictures of her.'

By this stage the meal wasn't the main thing we were concentrating on! I flicked through the photos on my phone. Graham was very struck by some of Annabelle's magnificent boobs, so I made sure mine weren't forgotten , by leaning into him so the swell of my breast pressed against his arm. In the end I passed the mobile to him, and dropped my hand into his lap, my fingertips tracing the outine of a very hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. I found the bulb at the head of his erection and gently squeezed it between my thumb and index finger.

'So, do you all do the same kinds of things?'

I am fairly sure it was my hand that had got him this excited, but I could tell the topic of conversation was really getting to him. To me too, come to that!

'That depends,' I said, 'we will all obviously let you fuck us.'

I was slowly kneading the head of his cock.

'That's straightforward sex, I mean. Annabelle can look quite intimidating, but she has a more receptive side as well. We all kiss with tongues too - do you like a woman's tongue in your mouth?'

'Lorna!'

'Ah, I was forgetting last time! Yes, we will do that later.'

'Fuck, I'm close to coming!'

I suppose I should have let go, but the beginnings of an idea were coming to me. I was interested to see if the same idea had occurred to Graham.

'Out of the three of us, Annabelle is the one most likely to let you have her bottom...'

I felt his hand moving in my lap. He started trying to finger fuck me right there in the restaurant. The thing was I wanted him to carry on.

'Most likely?' he asked. I smiled and tried to move on before he could ask that follow-up question he was dying to!
'Pippa can be a bit more assertive than I am when it comes to men. Women too, when the need arises! I remember one get-together where she pretended to hold me down and bring me off with her hand while a guy watched us and wanked.'

'And Annabelle? Would she be...hard like that?'

I didn't have to give the matter too much thought.

'Definitely!'

I wondered if he could see my eyes sparkling in the light of the restaurant candles as I turned over the idea in my mind.

'Yes, one of them each side, taking hold of an arm and holding their victim down, powerless to resist...'

I paused for a second, realising I was rather laying the ground for another dangerous follow-up question. I had better check for understanding, I decided!

'Er, you do mean that you'd be the victim there, Graham?'

I could definitely see his eyes gleaming as he nodded. Time to steer things away from the alternative!

'So that would mean three lovely, full-breasted mature blondes. Two pinning you down to the bed, while the third has her wicked way with you, riding you till you shoot your load deep inside her...'

I felt his lower body twitching and knew that I had got him to the point of no return. This man would be ejaculating in the next few seconds.

'Shit! I have to wear these trousers to the office tomorrow, Lorna...'

There was nothing else to do. I found the zipper, undid him, then pulled him out into the evening air. The tablecloth was certainly long enough to cover up what was going on, and by this stage anyway I was past caring and quite getting off on the exhibitionist thoughts the situation had brought up in my head. I slipped under the table, as delicately as I could, then dropped my mouth over his cock, taking it right to the back of my throat. I gently stroked his balls, heard him make a noise a bit like some of his meal had gone the wrong way, then felt jet after jet of hot spunk firing down my throat. As I glanced to the side I could see a pair of shoes coming towards me. What a time for a waiter to show up!

'Is everything all right, sir?'

'I'm fine, thanks, but my friend is, is, er, she is...'

It was a good job the waiter hadn't been in too much of a hurry! I suppose under the circumstances Graham could be forgiven for not coming up with a reason, but one of us had to! I managed to make sure Graham had been fully de-spunked, then called out,

'I won't be a minute!'

I had a quick check that there was no evidence of what had just happened to my dinner date, then I came out from under the table, curving my index finger upwards.

'Bloody contact lens! I get this happening a lot.'

I then made a play of fitting the non-existent lens back into my eye, while the waiter hung around asking if we wanted to see the dessert menu.

'No, I think we'll skip coffee too and just go for the bill, please.'

The waiter went off to sort out the bill, and I dug Graham in the ribs. He nudged me back.

'Tits still hard, I see,' he whispered, ventriloquist style.

'Don't think you've finished dining, Graham. I have something I want you to take your time eating when we get back to your room!'

'Of course, my dear!' he said, 'as long as you don't mind doing something for me.'

He smiled as the waiter returned with the bill, then keyed his PIN into the box. When the waiter gave him the receipt and went to fetch our coats, he murmured from the corner of his mouth,

'I'd like you to tell me some more about what it would be like to have a session with you, Pippa and Annabelle. Tell me about what a Triple Treat would be like.'

'I'd love to!'

He slipped his arm through mine as we went off to the hotel.

Visit my private gallery to see all the Triple Delight photos

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx
Thursday, March 4th 2021
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Slow and Sensual
Hello, my Friends,
I have been giving some thought recently to combining a couple of ideas. They aren't exactly new, but I think they go together really well, and as it looks as if the government aren't going to be in a hurry to let us go off on holiday it might be a combination that could make staying at home a bit more bearable!

To begin with, I was watching a travel documentary recently, a film about a massive train journey across Australia. Apparently, the original film is almost as long as the journey itself, certainly many hours. There have been other ones including reindeer herders in the Arctic circle and, so I am told, programmes that show a log fire burning down over an evening. The whole idea is called Slow TV, and I found it more fascinating than I thought I would. I suppose part of that is the novelty value of the scenery changing from time to time, but it only formed part of my thoughts.

The other thing, that I decided I could sort of understand involves people's reactions to sensory stimuli. It seems some people get a heightened sensory experience from carefully recorded audio and so on. Those of you have been with me for a while will know that I like the idea of sensory stimulation, though I prefer to think of sensual stimulation.

Putting the two together gives a Lorna Blu speciality - slow, sensual stimulation. I'm still trying to fill in the details, so I'd like you to think of this blog post as a kind of information gathering exercise. Read it, then get back to me with what your own preferences would be!

Right, for this story, let's imagine that you are visiting a little flat that I have access to. It's comfortable rather than luxurious, but I hope you'll agree it has all that we need for an interesting time together. I let you in at the front door. I am dressed quite plainly, in case people are watching. I think the secrecy gets us off to an interesting start, don't you? You know and I know that we are about to explore sensuality together, but as far as anyone outside the flat knows it is just a visit.

(Let's not get bogged down on whether this is all socially distanced properly. This is a test fantasy, remember!)

I kiss your cheek and say hello. Perhaps you're starting to wonder if I have the tea cooking for you, but we both know that isn't why we are here! I show you a room where you can put your coat and anything you may have brought with you, then hand you a bath towel and point you in the direction of the shower. I tell you I'll be waiting for you in another room when you come out. I know many of you might want to share some time in the shower with me, but that would be another story. You luxuriate in the hot water, washing the cares of the day away. You must know that something good is going to happen to you, so the warm water and your sense of anticipation give you a nice semi-erect penis by the time you're out of the shower.
The towel I gave you is big enough to cover your modesty, but not much more. There's no mistaking your erection as you walk into the room where I'm waiting for you. I'm smiling and wearing a bathrobe as you walk in; you look a little embarrassed at first, but I tell you not to worry.

'We'll deal with it later on!'

There's a massage table, covered with a white sheet. It is just about long enough for you to lie on. I suggest you get onto the table, face down.

'Once I have taken the towel away, though.'

I love these significant moments! I reach out, slipping my fingers through the waistband you have made to keep the towel on you. You react a little as my fingers almost brush against your penis. I pull the towel away, and look at the naked you. I like the way your erection doesn't soften as I look you up and down.

'Make yourself as comfortable as you can,' I say. 'It might not be too easy with that nice cock of yours.'

I can see from the way your react you don't mind me talking a little dirty to you! you climb onto the table. You're just about the height of my tummy. I've made sure of that bit! I get you to fold your arms on the table, and lay your head on them. I stand close, and whisper into your ear.

'Comfortable?'

You nod.

'Good. Let me explain something. At some point this evening, you are going to have an orgasm. The one thing I want to impress on you is that you will only have that one orgasm. Once you have come, I will ask you to dress and leave. But don't think I am in a hurry! It can happen any time tonight. The later the better is my motto. There are no other rules about what you and I can and cannot do, other than what feels good at the time, for both of us. But I want to delay that climax for as long as we can. Are you OK with that?'

You nod again.

'Good! Right, let me just get into something. Something appropriate.'

I slip the bathrobe off. I'm standing at the head end of the massage table, so that you can see me. I'm wearing stockings and a suspender belt. Black, but sheer, so that my legs look an elegant dark shade. you don't say anything. Black shoes with stiletto heels, quite high, but slender. I have panties on. They are pale blue. You notice they aren't exactly part of the ensemble, but you're not saying anything. I'm wearing a pale silk top, decorated with a large stylised flower. I remember you saying you liked it from one of my photo sets, so I know you're appreciating it.

'Keep looking ahead,' I say.

I walk behind your shoulder and whisper to you. I have chosen this place to stand because, in order to put my mouth near your ear, I have to lean across you. And when I do that, you experience the lovely seductive touch of silk on your bare shoulder. You also experience another sensation. You feel the swell of my left breast moulding itself to your body.

'No bra,' I say, 'I like silk too, you see! Let me stand here just a second. I want you to concentrate on your shoulder. I want you to see if you can train yourself to feel my nipple. Can you?'

I roll my body gently, from side to side. There's a little battle of forces here, the sort of thing that would make an interesting problem for a student of physics. I'm leaning into you, which tends to keep my breast in place. The fabric is smooth and slightly slippery to the touch, so there is some movement. I know that nipple is erect, because I was pinching myself there a little as I stood behind you. I lean in and kiss the back of your neck.

'Forget my nipple for the moment, ' I say, 'What did you think of my panties?'

You mutter something about them looking nice. I think you're probably still preoccupied with my tits, and I can't blame you!

'Didn't you wonder why they weren't black?' I ask, teasingly.

You shake your head.

'They don't match because they aren't really part of this outfit. They are from yesterday, in fact.'
I lean across your body, almost from side to side. You will feel the swell of both silk-clad breasts on your naked back; warm, heavy and, until I give you permission, just out of reach. Frustrating that, isn't it? With my weight supported on your body, it's quite easy to slip my panties down and step out of them. You don't get to watch that, but I decided you'd probably prefer to feel my tits moulding themselves to your back, with just that thin silky layer keeping your body from mine. For now...

Because I'm behind you, it comes as something of a surprise when I pull those panties down over the top of your head. You don't complain, though. I turn them a little, until I have them arranged the way I want. I can't get the gusset exactly over your nose, but I reckon I do a good enough job.

'Yes,' I say, 'From last night. When I was where you are tonight, wearing those panties. Being teased, fondled, held, stroked, kissed...'

Almost as if I had forgotten that part, I kiss the side of your face. It isn't a classic passionate kiss, but at least now you know how much I want my tongue in your mouth. You moan. As I expected you to, you breathe in deeply through your nostrils, savouring the scent of my intimacy. Then, almost as if I had forgotten that part too, I whisper a little more.

'...and fucked.'

It is as if there's a little jolt of electricity that travels through your body. You breathe in again, and I know you are trying to identify the scents of what went on, the sex you know I had twenty-four hours before.

'Do you like the smell of the sex I had with him on my panties?'

You nod.

'Kiss them.'

I lean close. I see you pucker your lips, and hear the faint plop of your lips parting. I give a throaty chuckle.

'Would you like another sensation to experience?'

You nod - of course, we both know it's a foolish question!

'Turn over then. Put your hands on your head.'

The towel is forgotten, but my panties are still there, their fragrance just on our lips and nose. I climb up onto the table. I straddle you. At first, I sit flat on your lap, trying not to weigh too much on you. I reach down and take hold of your wrists.

'I may need some support,' I say, and transfer your palms to my breasts.

'That's nice. I like having my tits felt!'

Your hands grasp my flesh eagerly, pushing my body backwards a little. I rock forwards slightly, pressing my boobs into your hands, and look down to see breast flesh spill out between your fingers, pushing them apart.

'Nothing too hard,' I say, 'but do what you like with them. I'm going to be doing something down here, and anything that hurts me will wind up hurting you back, so be gentle. And I'll be gentle back.'

If I put my weight on my knees and toes, I can lift myself up, just enough to reach between my legs. It's not difficult to find your erection. It takes a moment or two to get things just where I want though, but after a few seconds I have the tip of your cock nestling between my outer lips. You are almost inside me, but not quite. I take hold of your erection, and almost like an artist wielding a paintbrush, I trace a path of pleasure on our bodies.

'He was so rough,' I say, 'so I want you to be gentle! Besides, your cock is bigger than his was, and I don't think I want to be stretched. But this is good, isn't it?'

You nod eagerly. I know we can't last long like this, we're both so keen to climax! I am close, but you are closer. I speed up the movements I am making, a mixture of steering the tip of your penis up along one side of my pussy, around my clitoris, and then back down the other. At the same time gently stroking along your length, stimulating that lovely sensitive head.

'Just there,' I say, 'just there, not quite...'

Not quite means you are outside me, but only just! You can feel the heat of my pussy lips on the tip of your cock, and the warmth of my juices lubricates us both. I can see your face tensing up, and know that any second now there will be much more warm juice between us. Except...

'Oh, who am I trying to kid?' I say. I look right into your eyes. You're asking yourself - is she really going to do this? I smile. Naughty Lorna!

I don't need a hand to show it the way. I move towards you, and even the little gentle pressure is enough to slide your cock right inside me. That first movement as you enter me is the only thrust you make before you come. I squirm down into your groin and let your seed fill me in leisurely spurts. I lay down on you and French kiss you, feeling our tongues meet even as your cock is still emptying into my body.

The only question to ask now is this: was I trying to kid you when I said you'd have to leave once you've come?

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
Monday, February 8th 2021
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The Man-eater
Hello my friends,

'I thought we might finish off with a little extra something, love. What do you think?'

I had just spent a few hours posing for John and his camera, making loads of tasteful yet naughty images. John is lovely, and as a rule the relationship between us is a very professional one. Obviously there is sometimes a certain physical attraction between a photographer and a model, but professionalism on both sides calls for both parties to behave properly. That is something that goes back well before the bloody pandemic. In fact failure to stick to this rule can lead to unfortunate consequences - good reputations shattered, bad reputations spreading, people not trusting each other and so on. It's better just not to!

But the thing was I had known John for ages. We're both consenting adults, we get on well together, I had the feeling he wouldn't mind, I was very sure I wouldn't mind, and I did like some of the poses we had come up with between us. I know some of you - well, at least one of you! - likes thinking that there are all sorts of goings-on at these photo shoots. It isn't always the case, but it does happen sometimes. I had just decided to find out if this would be one of those times.

'Something extra?'

There was a little hint of something in his voice. Uncertainty, yes. Perhaps even a hint of concern. I know it's a fashionable word these days, but it made me feel a little empowered.

'Something extra.'

I said it quite emphatically. Just to make sure we weren't misunderstanding each other I leaned towards him a little. I was teasing him. Neither of us complained though!

'Well, I thought we could something extra on that chair you've had me posing on this afternoon. See if you like how uncomfortable that frame is on your bum for a change! And let me take your mind off your sore bum by sitting in your lap and doing some something extra cowgirl-style.'

He looked reassured, but I could tell there was still some concern about him. I thought I knew what it might be.

'I tell you what. I've got a little video camera in my drawer, and there's the one on my phone. I can set them up to act as witnesses, if you like. And I can guarantee that there'll be no way that you can be accused of taking advantage of me.'

I could see him thinking about it.

'How will you do that?'

'Because I will be the one taking advantage of you, silly. Do you trust me?'

I could see him thinking a bit longer about that.

'Can you keep my face out of shot?'

I grinned. That sounded like a yes to me!

It didn't take me too long to get the cameras in place and reassure John that nobody would see anything identifiable. With both of them recording I stood in front of him, looking up at him. The view at this point wouldn't be anything special. The cameras were basically aimed lower down, so the longing look he gave me before we kissed for the first time was not recorded.

'I'm going to talk a lot here,' I said, 'a kind of running commentary while I seduce you. Is that OK? You can just nod, if you like.'

He nodded. I started chattering, some of it for effect on him, some of it so anyone watching it would have a little something to get excited about. I felt a little like a police officer interrogating someone.

'Just for the record, I can confirm that John has given his consent by nodding. Will you just indicate for the record that we have never previously indulged in intimate contact?'

'We haven't.'

His voice was a little faint. I thought it was probably the best I was going to get from him, though!

'Again for the record, I would like you to put your hands onto my hips and look into my eyes. I want you to consider what is about to happen between us and, when you are happy with that, indicate your consent by moving your hands onto my waist and squeezing me gently.'

I was smiling very eagerly. I remember thinking that I hoped he wouldn't think I was laughing at him. Then his hands moved upwards, just enough to reach my sides. The finger tips pressed into my back. I tipped my head back a little and offered my face to him. Our lips touched, tenderly. I waited a second, then spoke out of the side of my mouth.

'I can confirm we have kissed briefly. It is my intention to kiss John again, only more passionately. I would invite John to indicate his consent to this in an appropriate manner.'

We kissed again. This time it was only tender for a second, then it became more intimate. Much more intimate, in fact! After a few seconds I reported again.

'For the record we have kissed more deeply. John has put his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer. As we kissed I decided to let him put his tongue in my mouth. When he did this, I closed my eyes and squirmed against his body a little. In doing so I noted that his penis appears to have become erect. I am now going to kiss him back.'

The record then went on to show a lot of heavy breathing from both of us as our kisses became almost aggressive. I pulled away a second to report,

'I have just been kissing John quite deeply. I think he appreciates how much of a turn on it can be when a woman who has fancied you for some time decides to make her move! I have been trying to get my tongue down somewhere near his tonsils. I have also been feeling his cock through his trousers...looking forward to getting it out of his trousers, actually. Oh, and in a long overdue move, John has finally got around to squeezing my tits! Oh, just as I mentioned my tits, I felt his cock twitch and grow. I think it may get a bit stiffer in a moment. But first of all he has to get his kit off so I can fuck him properly.'

The satin outfit I was wearing gave lots of opportunity for access to my body, but obviously when he was getting dressed he didn't anticipate that a sexually-excited blonde was going to be this hungry for a seeing-to from him! Fortunately it didn't take long to get him out of his sensible trousers and pants, and sit him on the chair where I had been posing earlier. I pulled his top off, then pushed the satin-clad swell of my breasts into his bare chest. He kissed me deeply again, and I moved on his lap, giving a throaty chuckle as I slid closer.

He let me have my way with him, passively opening his mouth to let my tongue in once more, and moaning back into the French kiss as I moved forward. I teased him just a little, reaching down between us to make sure the tip of his cock slid over every inch of my pussy lips, before opening my legs that little bit further and making sure his cock was buried inside me to the root. I sat there, grinning, as I felt his cock swell inside my heat. Then I began to move. Slowly, languidly, I picked up the pace a little as I rode his cock, but never too eagerly. I wanted us both to enjoy the sensation. I could feel myself about to come; I was sure he couldn't be far off either.

'One more question of consent,' I said, pushing him fully home and grinding myself into his crotch.

'I just need to know if you are happy to come where I want you to come?'

He grunted. I could have taken that for a "yes" there and then, but I had in mind to get him shooting as hot and hard as I could. I started moving faster. I felt him stiffening more inside me and heard him moan. I put my head to one side and whispered into his ear as I fucked him, staccato words each time I banged into him, making a slapping noise as our groins slapped together.

'The place (slap) where I (slap) want you (slap) you to (slap) come (slap) is my (slap)...'

Then I spelt out another word. Unladylike; not the prettiest, but short, direct, one letter per stroke. He was pumping his come into me even before I got to 'T'. I stuck my tongue into his ear while he came, then squirmed and ground into him to bring myself off.

We sat and watched the playback together, just so he could be sure his face never featured on screen. I have to say it isn't the most explicit film I have ever made and you'll have to take my word for it that some of the things I have said actually happened. But happen they did, and if you listen to me describing the action and watch what there is to see in the video, I think you'll find it surprisingly easy to imagine the kind of pleasure that awaits you, if Lorna decides to play the Maneater with you and your cock!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx
  

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