Monday, 5 December 2016

Rachel has a wank

It had been a long day and the only thing that had got her through it was the thought of frigging herself off.  The long meetings, the emails to me that got more heated as the hours passed, the drive home.

Rachel dumped her coat and shoes, slipped off her skirt and went straight into the lounge.  She sat on the sofa, spread her legs and let her hand trail down from her chest and across her belly.  When she reached her crotch she gently started to rub herself through her knickers. She made wide circles to get her juices flowing before her clit got hard and she began to gently rub that through the material.  Rather than go any further with her pussy right now she slowly undid her blouse.  She didn’t take her bra off but pulled her tits free of it, making them stand proud.

Pinching her nipples hard she began to squeeze and roll them between her thumb and forefinger. Grabbing her breasts she squeezed and played with them, feeling the wetness build between her legs.  It was as though someone was tickling her inside and by now her clit was swollen and crying out to be touched.

Pulling aside her wet knickers, she ran her hand over the outside of her lips and brushed her clit, sending an electrical charge through herself.  She ran her fingertip between her lips so that she touched her clit a little harder whenever she passed it but still not hard enough to bring her to orgasm. Lying back, her legs spread as wide as they would go, she pushed her fingers into her slit deeper now.  They hit her clit harder and she began to rub it.  Her breathing quickened and she squeezed her nipples and she finger fucked herself.

She used her her index and middle finger of her left hand to spread her lips wide, exposing her clit so that she could really go for it.  It didn’t take her long until she’d reached the point of no return and as she felt herself tip, she rammed her fingers into her pussy.  It clenched around them as she shuddered and let her orgasm wash over her, the day's tension flowing out of her body.

Monday, 28 November 2016

Diane at the Photography Group

We had a new model at the Photography Group last week and she was very nice.  It was a great session, with plenty of interaction and some images came out of it.

We got talking afterwards and I told her about my blog - it just slipped out, as they say.  She went away, had a look at it and sent me an email tonight saying that she'd be happy to have her pictures published on it.

I've hidden her identity, as ever, but anyone is interested in a good, professional model in the Northampton area, email me at and I'll pass your details on to her.

I love underarms and the way this pose stretches the breasts (and gives that lovely little dimple). I also think Diane has a fantastic belly!

Nice boobs and a better angle of that gorgeous belly!

Monday, 21 November 2016

In the kitchen with Christina

I’d spent the weekend at Christina’s place and we’d have a lovely, if somewhat dirty time.  Every opportunity we had to steal a kiss or a grope had been taken and this behaviour was just winding the pair of us up more and more.

On Sunday morning, her friend Karen dropped in unexpectedly for a coffee.  I’d met her two or three times in the past and whilst there wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, we just didn’t seem to hit it off particularly well.  We were polite and friendly but that was about it, though I tried to rise above it all for Christina’s sake.

I’d just had a shower and was coming down the stairs, clad in my boxers and a dressing gown, when Karen arrived.  Christina led her into the lounge, smiled at me as I walked down the stairs and then went into the kitchen.  I poked my head around the lounge door, said a quick hello and made polite small-talk with Karen for a minute or so and then headed into the kitchen.

Christina was standing at the hob with her back to me, reading the paper as she waited for the kettle to boil.  I stood in the doorway, simply looking at - and admiring - her.  She was wearing green shorts and a t-shirt, what she wore in bed and I knew that her nipples - if hard - would be clearly visible through the thin material.  I felt myself begin to get hard and adjusted my robe, idly wondering just how long I had before the kettle stopped and Karen might be able to hear me.

I crept into the room and Christina didn’t realise I was there until I was two or three steps away.  I circled my arms around her belly, leaned in close and kissed her neck.

“Morning,” she said, “do you want some coffee?”

“Morning,” I replied, “and no, I want more of you.”

She turned, pressed herself against me and reached down to touch my cock through the robe.  “So you do, it seems.  And what were you after?”

I laughed.  “Whatever I can get?”

“Not much,” she said, leaning closer and still rubbing my cock.  Her lips brushed mine.  “You saw that Karen’s here.”

“So how about a snog?”

We kissed, pressing against each other and I cupped her tits through her t-shirt.  The whole thing felt fucking fantastic.

“You’re terrible,” she said.

“I try, but you turn me on so much, I don’t know how else to behave.”

She smiled.  “I don’t mind, just don’t embarrass Karen making too much noise.”

“Fine,” I said, “I won’t.  Turn around.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll find out, just turn around.”

She did as I asked and I wrapped my arms around her again.  I slid my right hand between her legs over her shorts and moved my left hand up, over her belly, her chest and her nipples.  They sprang to attention instantly.

I started to rub her clit through her shorts and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly.  I slid my hand under the waistband of her shorts and loved the fact that her pussy was already damp.

“Bend over the worktop,” I said and she did it straight away.  I pulled her short down a little, rubbing my hands over her arsecheeks gently.  I crouched down slightly and slipped my hand between her legs.  She leaned forward, her hands flat against the worktop.

I moved to her side and made a V of my fingers, rubbing her outer lips without penetrating her at all.  “Do you want me rub your pussy?”


“Do you want me to finger-fuck your pussy even though you can’t make a sound because of Karen?  Would you like that?”  As I’d hoped, the dirty talk was getting her going.  She nodded her head, gasped out a yes.  “Then don’t move, stay bent over like this and I’ll rub your clit until you cum.  Do you want that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she half-said, half-moaned.

I put my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand in between her legs.  My palm covered her pussy while the tips of my fingers rested on her clit.  I began to rub it gently, in a circular movement and carried on until she started to moan.  Then I pumped my hand hard against her pussy, the palm running back and forth across her lips whilst my fingers played on her clit.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, keep doing that.”  Christina spread her legs a little more, so I started rubbing a bit harder until I was really pumping her, my hand getting slick with her juices.  I grabbed her left tit, playing with her nipple and she moved back, sticking her arse out.  She looked so fucking sexy, I dipped my head to lick at the top of her bum-crack.

I tried to get everything moving in unison, my palm and fingers on her pussy and clit, my fingers on her nipple and my tongue playing at the top of her buttocks.  Her breath quickened, her tits heaving and I rubbed harder, with gusto, as she neared her orgasm, her pussy dripping.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, “oh, I’m cumming.”

Although I slowed the pace and let go of her nipple, I massaged her pussy as she came until she was squirming at my touch, as wet as fuck.  I was glad the kettle was rattling on, as I was sure that Karen would have been able to hear the squelching.

It took Christina a moment to get her breath back and when she turned slowly to face me, she still had a slightly spaced out look in her eyes.  She kissed me gently and rubbed my cock through the robe, then dropped to her knees.

She opened the dressing gown and my cock sprang to attention through the fly.  She smiled and put her hands on my chest, then hotched forward slightly.  She kissed from the inside of my left knee up to my waist, across my belly - just avoiding the head of my cock - and then down to my right knee.  She moved up slightly, breathing over my cock and making it bob and kissed my belly button.  Her fingers played with my nipples.  I leaned back against the worktop, trying so hard not to make any noise.

“Are you ready?” she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

“Oh yes.”

She licked her lips, bent forward and licked around the head of my cock.  Then, without warning, she slipped my cock deep into her mouth and cupped my balls with her right hand as her head bobbed up and down.

“Show me your tits,” I said and without removing my cock from her mouth, she used one hand to lift up her t-shirt.  From this angle, everything about her looked great but her tits were out of this world.

She let my cock slide out of her mouth and, spreading her tongue, began to lick up and down the shaft, playing with my balls all the time.

“How are we going to do this?” I said.

Christina looked up and me and frowned.

“The kettle’s almost done and we can’t even have a quickie with Karen in the lounge but with this view and the feeling of you working me over, I’m going to be cumming soon.”

She stopped licking my cock long enough to say, “How about you cum on my tits?” before smirking and then taking my cock back into her mouth.

I wanted to moan and groan and make some noise like I normally did, but having to be quiet, having to pretend this wasn’t happening, but making the whole thing more erotic.  I let myself go, not needing to keep going, but willing and able to let the moment hit me.

She stopped sucking my cock but kept it close to her mouth, wrapping the fingers of her left hand around it tight, wanking me hard.  She put out her tongue and ran it over the tip of my cock, her hand getting faster and tighter with each stroke.

I watched her, the blur of her hand, the quick flicks of her tongue, her tits wobbling with the motion and it was too much.

“I’m going to cum,” I hissed and she moved into a squatting position, so that my cock was level with her chest.  Her tits shook with her movement and I watched her nipples, transfixed by the sheer beauty of them.

“Cum on me,” she said, “cum on my tits.”

The moment was coming, getting there quicker and quicker, watching her and feeling her fingers on my cock and rubbing my balls.

“I’m there,” I gasped and started cumming, the first jet of spunk hitting her left breast squarely just about the nipple.  She kept moving her hand, pointing my cock at her other tit, wanting some of the cum on there.  She didn’t stop wanking me and I was trying really hard not to make a sound, but it was tough, watching my spunk paint her chest.

The kettle clicked off and I bit into my fist until I wasn’t cumming any more and she finished wanking me.  Christina leaned forward and she kissed and licked my cock thoroughly until it started to go soft.

She stood up, cupping her tits and admiring the cum smeared over them.  “Now that was dirty,” she whispered.

“It was.”

She pulled a sheet of kitchen roll free and wiped most of my spunk away, then let her t-shirt fall down.  “I think a shower might be in order,” she said.

“What about Karen?”

“Oh you and I will go and sit with Karen for a drink and it’ll be our dirty little secret.”  She grinned and got cups from the cupboard.  “What do you think?”

Monday, 14 November 2016

Some more readers wives!

I still don't get as many as I'd like, but here's another batch of readers wives - some from the ladies themselves (thank you!), others from partners.  I don't care which it is, send them along and I'll publish them!

If you want to appear here, zap me over an email at


"We had a barbecue," writes Nigel of this picture of his wife Susan, "and after our friends had gone, we got a bit frisky!"  Nice one!

"This is Svetlana, my Polish girlfriend.  We met at work and, believe me, she has absolutely no inhibitions at all!"  Sounds like the kind of girl I could get on with, thanks Paul.

"My wife, noshing me off".  David there, bragging away!

"Do you like my tits?" asked Jennifer.  Yes, yes I do!

"I was on the beach, getting a bit bored and thought you might like this view."  Thanks Karen, I certainly do!

Monday, 7 November 2016

Christina, my favourite model

She's a beautiful woman in every sense of the word - she's attractive, she's funny, she loves me - and I often rope her in to little model shoots when I get the inclination.  Thankfully for me, she's amenable to my inclinations (wahey!), so here's a celebration of my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend!


Monday, 31 October 2016

The Halloween party

We went to my friend Mick's Halloween party last night and it was an absolute stormer.  He declared it was fancy dress and whilst most of the blokes were content to go as various iterations of cut-price superheroes, a lot of the girls really went to town.  It reminded me a lot of the costumes I saw at the Comic-Con event he invited me to at the NEC (to be reminded, here’s the link).  I went as Indiana Jones, which meant I wore chinos, an old shirt, a leather jacket and a hat, though they only one I could find in Toys R Us that fitted was a cowboy hat!

Christina went as Catwoman (I have a real thing about Michelle Pfeiffer in the Tim Burton Batman) and I was really pleased, especially since she unzipped the top and wore a Wonderbra!

Anyway, the party went with a real swing, had a fantastic time and far too much to drink.  We got a taxi back to mine and helped each other in.

“We can’t go to bed yet,” she said, “I’m dirty and I need to shower.” 

She kicked off her boots into the corner and noticed that her feet were bare.  That was a delicious sight but better was to come.  Her costume, which looked like PVC but wasn’t, was in two pieces, the join hidden by her utility belt.  She undid the zip and peeled the top off, folding the thing up before dropping it onto the floor.  I stared at her cleavage in the Wonderbra, feeling as if I was seeing her tits for the first time.

She stumbled on the stairs, so I helped her up and we made it to the bathroom before gravity took hold.  She sat on the edge of the bath but her world must have tilted slightly because she slid back into it.  I still had hold of her arm so managed to slow her down but she ended up in a sitting position by the taps.  She giggled and smiled at me, biting her lip and she looked so fucking amazing that I felt my cock stir - the lip and the cleavage were having an effect, even in my state.

“Water,” she ordered, waving at the showerhead, jiggling with mirth.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her breasts joggled in her bra, soft and bouncy with her stiff nipples clearly visible and she looked at me with half-lidded eyes.

“I think you want a drink,” I said, “I do.  Not a shower.”

Her gaze roved down to my trousers.  “But I’m dirty and sweaty,” she said and smiled knowingly, unclipping her bra and putting it on the floor.  It wasn’t a graceful move.

“Good thinking,” I said, staring at her tits, “you don’t want to get that wet!”

Christina’s drunken gaze settled again on push of my cock in my trousers.  I looked at her tits and the soft swell of her belly and my erection just got harder and harder.

“You’re bad,” she said and reached for me, snagging her fingers in the waistband and pulling them down as best she could.  I undid my belt, pushed them down a little further and my cock sprang to attention.  It was making a tent in my boxers and she pulled them down too, grinning at me.

I held my breath, not entirely sure what was going to happen.  I mean it felt great to be free, with my drunk and stupidly hard cock waving in Christina’s face, but I wasn’t sure we could shag in this state.  In fact, I was now having to concentrate on standing up straight - between the booze and the intoxication of seeing her, I felt like I was going to topple.  I put a hand against the tiled wall in an effort to keep myself steady.

Looking down, my cock seemed huge and my balls were tight to my body.  Christina was staring at my package, smiling and then she moved, pulling herself up.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” she said, “sit on the edge of the bath.”

She climbed out, trying to be steady and knelt in front of me, patting my legs to give her the space to get in between.

“What are you doing?”

“Can’t leave you with this, can I?” she said and wrapped her fingers around the head of my cock, her palm hard against the tip.  She wiggled it lightly, sending pulses of pleasure down my cock and into my balls.  When she saw me shudder with pleasure, she began to stroke it up and down, getting the rhythm just right and wanking me off in such a way that my cock seemed to get even harder.

The feeling was incredible and I drank in the sights too - her movements made her tits jiggle and I reached down to cup them, flicking her nipples with my fingers.  She moved her head forward, her lips brushing the tip of my cock but never quite connecting.  Her hands moved up and down as if they belonged here and knew exactly what to do to give me the most pleasure possible.

“You’re enjoying this,” she said, “it feels really hard.”

“You’re so fucking horny,” I said, biting my lip and pressing my hand against the wall.  The sensations were threatening to make my already unstable legs even more so.

“I want your cock,” she slurred and before I had a chance to say anything, she took the tip of it into her mouth.  Just the head at first, sucking lightly, running her hot tongue around its contours. She looked up at me with her pretty green eyes, as if seeking approval.

“That looks great,” I said.

That seemed to spur her on and she sucked in as much of my shaft as she could comfortably take, her tongue flicking spit around my cock.  Once I was good and wet, she sucked my cock hard, bobbing her head up and down, still wanking me when her lips were around the head.

I squeezed her tits, caressing and playing with the nipples and she groaned, sucking harder.  The combination was almost too much and I knew it wouldn’t be long.  She reached up and began to tickle my balls, running her fingers over them lightly.

“Keep sucking,” I gasped, “I’m going to cum soon.”

“Yes?” she said and let my cock slip out of her mouth. “Am I going to make you cum?”

She sucked my cock back into her mouth, one hand wanking me, the other playing with my balls.

“I’m close,” I said, expecting her to slow down but she didn’t.  She sucked me fast and rhythmically and when I really started to moan and my body tightened up, she slid my cock noisily out of her mouth and worked her hand up and down, aiming it at her mouth.  I grabbed the edge of the bath, to stop myself from falling in but Christina didn’t stop, her wanking hand smeared with pre-cum. 

I grunted and she gave a dirty laugh and squeezed my cock as I shot my first stream of cum onto her lips.  A spurt hit her chin but she didn’t stop, stroking my cock hard to milk it of everything.  I breathed deeply, my knees suddenly feeling weak and jittery.  I was still cumming, my spunk now hitting her cheek and nose and she didn’t break eye contact the whole time.

When she was done, Christina’s face and chest had streaks of my cum all over them but she didn’t seem to care.  Instead, she laughed and licked the cum from her lips.

 “Now I’m dirty,” she said and smiled.

“Now,” I said, “you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Monday, 24 October 2016

Rachel, having fun

Sometimes, as much as you can play photographs and play with the composition, the best shots are actually the ones you take without thinking about, snatched moments of time that are so utterly natural - pose, position, expression - that you just couldn't replicate them.

As an example, I present to you various shots over the years of my fuck-buddy Rachel.


Monday, 17 October 2016

Candid fun (barefoot, downblouse and a bit of arse!)

Since I'm a photographer, I almost always have my camera with me and I have to say, it really does come in handy sometimes!


These breasts are magnificent!

Monday, 10 October 2016

Licking Christina

I kissed the inside of her thighs, working my way ever closer to her pussy, which looked damp and eager. I moved slowly, savouring the taste and feel of her skin. As I got to her pussy, I flicked the lips lightly with my tongue. Her body shook and she made a groaning sound, deep in her throat. I flattened my tongue and ran it up and down her slit, pressing hard, my right hand on her belly with the thumb against her clit, my lift hand on her arse, my index finger dangerously close to her arsehole. I wanted to press it into there but didn’t want to freak her out.

I made my tongue hard and slid it past her lips, into the depths of her juicy cunt. I lapped at the juices and my thumb started to work overtime. She put her hands on the back of my head, urging me deeper and I tongue fucked her, flicking her clit like it would save our lives.

I slid a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. Her scent was raw and filled my senses, driving my cock wild. I slid another finger inside her cunt and it went easily, with all of the lubrication. She moaned loudly and I began to massage her swollen clit with my tongue, tasting her musky juice. I slid my tongue up and down her lips, then circled around her clit as my fingers continued to fuck her. Her breathing became ragged as she lifted her legs to part her pussy more and she put her feet on my shoulders. This gave me the ability to slide another finger inside her cunt, her moan this time was one of deep pleasure.

She dug her toes into my shoulder blades and tried to pull me even closer in to her pussy which was now so wet juices actually flowed from her. I slid my fingers out, deciding to finish her off with my tongue. I began massaging her clit with my thumb while I pushed my tongue as deep inside as I could. She moaned constantly now as I fucked her with my tongue, faster and faster until I felt her body began to tremble and she dug her heels into my back and pulled me closer in, mashing my nose up against her clit as she shook violently from the force of her orgasm. Her juices coated my face and dribbled down my chin and her legs rested over my shoulders.

I kept licking and flicking until she asked - begged - me to stop and then I kneeled up between her legs, my cock leaking pre-cum.

Monday, 3 October 2016

Anna, a 90s flashback

For a brief few months in early 1992 I was seeing a student nurse called Anna.  She was a very dirty girl, in the best sense of the world and our affair - which burned fast and hard - was great fun.

I wonder where she is now?  Anyway, this is what she was like in 1992.