Monday, 16 October 2017

Shelly, a 90s flashback

Thinking about my ex-wife (as I was a week or so back) and the early 90s reminded me of her friend Shelly, who was a punk slowly getting into grunge and very open.  We were talking one night about photography and she offered to do some topless (though we did manage to get one with her pussy) shots for me (my ex-wife stayed and watched and we had a cracking fuck that night).

Anyway, I went searching through my negatives but couldn't find them, so these are scans from the original prints (and not the best quality ever, sorry about that).  As a side-note, I got a Christmas card from Shelly last year and she's very well, living in Swansea and playing bass in three local bands.  I hope she still looks something like these pictures!

I hope you enjoy them.

 I love this one, the expression on her face (which you can't really see with the crop I've used and also because I've had to make her anonymous) and the way she's holding her tits.

Monday, 9 October 2017

Quickie in a toilet...

The ex-wife & I were at a party for a friend of ours, who was opening a new craft shop.  Neither of us had particularly wanted to go but we’d agreed and wanted to support our friend so we turned up.

It was boring.  Separated into different knots of people, we kept catching each others eye, winking and smiling and blowing kisses and every now again, my ex would do the little thing with her tongue, as if she wanted desperately to give me a blowjob.

I was talking to a particularly boring idiot when she walked by, ran her hand over my shoulder and said “Follow me.”

“Excuse me,” I said to the idiot, who was still mid-flow, “but I have to go.”

My ex was a few paces in front and I watched her nice arse and her slender legs and I wanted her, right there, right then.  We walked up the stairs, me keeping my distance and she went into the toilet.  I waited for the door to close and glanced around to make sure no-one was looking.  No-one was.  I pushed the door open and there she stood, hands on hips.  She pressed her index finger to my lips.

“No noise,” she said, “we don’t want anyone to hear.”

She grabbed the neck of my shirt and dragged me to the furthest cubicle, then pushed me backwards into it, turned and locked the door. Then she turned to face me and kissed me hard, her fingers fumbling with my belt. I kissed her back, our tongues pushing against each other.  My belt came undone and she pulled my trousers and boxers down in one fluid movment, breaking the kiss and bending down.  My cock was hard, jutting out like a bayonet.  She smiled up at me and, in a crouch, leaned forward and closed her soft, supple lips around the head of my cock.  Her tongue went to work, licking and slurping and circling around the glans.  She began to move her head up and down, coating my cock with saliva and I grabbed the sides of the stall, biting my lip to stop myself from making a noise.  My cock grew harder, harder still and she pushed herself, trying to take more of it.  She reached up and, with her fingernails, stroked my shaft and massaged my balls.

I tapped her shoulder and when she looked up, I shook my head - no, too much!  She raised her eyebrows, let me cock go with a pop and stood up.

“Really?” she whispered.

“It’s fucking erotic,” I said.

She pulled her t-shirt up and I reached for her tits, pushing them together and groping her nipples through the fabric of her bra.  She had really sensitive nipples and moaned lightly.  Hooking her fingers in the waist of her short shirt, she slid it down to her knees and, leaving one hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stopped her pussy lips through the gusset of her knickers.  That made her moan too.  The fabric was damp.

She slid her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into her pussy.  She grabbed my shoulders and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  She kissed me again, harder than before and wrapped her fingers around my cock, wanking me with quick, short strokes.

After a few moments, she began to shudder and I knew that was a sign.  I broke the kiss and attacked her neck and earlobes, tweaking her nipple whilst I did so and she came all of a sudden, moaning and groaning, her legs wobbling slightly.

When she was finished, she leaned against me and lifted her left leg to place her foot on the toilet behind me.  She grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet, juicy pussy.  We both moaned a little when I penetrated her and she rolled on the balls of her feet, getting into the right position for me to go as deep as possible.  She moved up gently, as if testing her movement and then impaled herself again.

I nodded at her, kissed her and she nodded back.  She started to bounce up and down, sliding her slick wet pussy onto my aching cock, and grabbing my arse cheeks.  I grabbed hers as well, helping with her pumping movements.  We quickly worked up a rhythm that accelerated, heated up, and all too soon for me, it felt like we were getting close to the edge.  Still holding her arse, I managed to slow her movements down and she looked at me, frowning.

“Too much,” I whispered, my breath coming in short sharp bursts.  She nodded, understanding perfectly and she manoeuvred herself up so that my cock slid out of her.  She rubbed her clit quickly, gave my cock a quick wank and then pushed me backwards so that I was sitting on the toilet lid.

She turned, put her hands on my thighs and settled herself backwards onto my cock.  She eased down, taking me all the way in and gasped when she bottomed out.  She began to bounce on my again and I leaned forward slightly, reaching around her to play with her clit.  The whole thing - the faintly naughty air of all this, the fact that we were in a toilet, the fact that there was a shop full of people below us - meant we were both close to the edge again and when she started to shudder, I took over the movement, thrusting hard into her, thumbing her clit hard at the same time.  She came just before I knew that I’d passed the point of no return and I came just after she finished, pumping hard.

We kept moving for a moment or two and then she slowly eased off me, cupping her left hand at her pussy and reaching for some toilet paper.  When she’d wiped herself, she shook my cock lightly and leaned down to kiss me.

“Now that made it all the better, didn’t it?” she said.

“Certainly did.”

We got dressed quickly and left the toilet, her going out twenty seconds before me and we re-joined the party.  Our friend looked at us oddly as we walked downstairs but, otherwise, I don’t think anybody even noticed.  It was our own dirty little secret…

Monday, 2 October 2017

Some more lovely readers wives!

Well it's taken a while, but here's another mini-collection of pictures sent in by readers - either partners of blokes or the girls themselves.  As I mentioned in the last post, I sometimes get them through (nowhere near enough of them for my liking) - ladies in various states of undress and/or sexual arousal - and I love them and will gladly post them up here.

I hope you enjoy this bunch and don't forget, if you have any pictures you'd like to share, you can email me at

These two are from Melissa, in Upper New York State, who writes "Do you like my pussy and the way I'm touching it?"  To be completely honest - "Yes, Melissa, yes I fucking do!"

This is from Andrea, in Sheffield (yay, UK lass!). "I see you like feet, so how about mine and my cunt as well?" Works for me, love!

This spectacular shot is Clara, as taken by her husband Mike. Apparently, she wishes that dildo was me, tit-fucking her! Can you imagine how immense those puppies would feel wrapped around your cock?  Wow!  Very nice, Clara, very nice indeed!Nice!

Monday, 25 September 2017

Clair - Northampton Photography Group

One of the things we've been discussing at the group recently is the size of the frame - where you place something is often an artistic choice but if you have restricted area in which to capture said image, well, that's a whole new ball-game.

Last week we had Clair modelling - very pretty, young and attentive - and she was ideal for the exercise.  I chose the square format (I wanted to go for a kind of washed-out Polaroid look but she was so bloody gorgeous I didn't want to ruin anything of her image).

Interesting exercise, great model, another brilliant evening.

Monday, 18 September 2017


This is Sophie, the girlfriend of one of my Photography group colleagues' son.  She wanted to do a spread to send through to a magazine and he didn't want to take the pictures himself (or, rather, his son probably didn't), so asked me instead.

It was good fun.  We shot it at her place, with her boyfriend sitting downstairs pretending to watch the TV and had a laugh.  She was good, knew how to pose, took direction and we were all done in about fifteen minutes.

These are the out-takes, obviously, but they show how pretty she is.  She's asked that if anyone has any feedback on the pictures to get in touch but, as usual, we'll run everything through me at

Enjoy Sophie...

Monday, 11 September 2017

Advertising with Kaz

One of the nice perks of the Photography group is that sometimes - it doesn't happen often - I get asked to take pictures for local advertising.  One such was a shower company, who had a new line of baths and wanted some press.  We met, talked, it seemed like fun and it paid, so I agreed.

If you're selling anything, always remember that a sexy angle works wonders.  Aware of this, I got in touch with Kaz, a local model who has appeared in the past in certain mens interest magazines.  She was up for it, we agreed a fee and the shoot took place at the company premises and we were left alone.

After I had the pictures I needed for the ad, I pushed my luck and took some more.  Thankfully, Kaz was more than up for it, as you can see.

And the piece de resistance - look at those lovely tits and that great belly!  Fantastic!

Monday, 4 September 2017

Back from holiday...

We went on holiday.

It was very nice.

The sun and the sea and the sand really do make you horny.  I don't think I've shagged as much this past week or so as I have this year.

I am happy.

This is a selection of photographs I took whilst we were away - hope you enjoy them.


Other ladies

Monday, 21 August 2017

Amanda's sexy feet

The great thing about taking photographs is that sometimes you get an image (or series of them) that you weren't expecting to.

Take Amanda, for example. Very nice nude model, lovely girl, came to the Photography club for a session dealing with light and shade. I noticed she had lovely feet, with truly magnificent toes. I would have loved to have sucked them but it wasn't to be. Anyway, see what you think!

Seriously, look at these bloody amazing toes!

Monday, 14 August 2017

My first footjob

I wrote about this ages ago but since I like feet, it's always good to post something about them on the blog.  I've always been keen on them but once I became sexually active, I was disappointed to find that a lot of women don’t like their feet to be touched.  My ex-wife, for example, would allow me to give her a foot massage or kiss her feet or give me a footjob, but I could tell she was never really into it.

My first experience was with a girl called Diane, who I met at the UCL bar one night. We’d been seeing each for a week or so and we were young and in love.  She would gladly sit there in the SU bar, rubbing my cock like there was no tomorrow, whilst I played with her pussy and arse. Good times.

On this particular day we’d gone back to her place, a little flat across from the campus and both of us were the worse-for-wear with drink. We chatted for a while, flirting and messing about and then she asked me what my fantasy was.  She told me hers - it involved her being fucked mercilessly by a black guy but since I’m white and didn’t want to ring any mates that night, we passed on it.

I decided to be honest and confessed to her that I had a thing about feet.  Far from being turned off, she had no problem with it and we stripped off. She had great little tits (I’m more of a bigger-tit kind of bloke but, I was there, I went with it) and a flat belly and a juicy arse and lovely, lovely feet. She pushed me onto my back, nestled herself between my legs and put her feet on my chest, wiggling her toes at me. I sucked each one into my mouth in turn and, as she started to play with my balls, I reached down and slid two fingers into her moistening pussy.

She pulled her feet back and scooched down the bed a bit, her feet gripping my cock.

“Stand up,” she said, “next to the bed.”

I did, reluctantly and without warning, she began wanking me, hard and fast, her feet pressing into me, her toes waggling over the shaft. The sensation was incredible and I could barely believe it was happening - I didn’t know what to look at first or what to do.  I chose to go with the flow, watching her feet do their magic and found that if I shifted slightly, she was in the perfect position for me to play with her pussy.  So I did, my fingers sinking easily between her lips, my thumb on her clit.

I began to fuck her feet, the motion moving her body, making her tits dance. The whole thing was the best thing, sexually, that I’d ever seen in my life to that point and it still ranks up there even now.  Her feet got quicker, as did my thrusts and I flicked her clit as if my life depended on it.

She came slightly before me, her shudders making her toes wriggle against my cock.  when I came she didn’t stop wanking me with her feet and I thought, for a moment, I was going to pass out.  Instead, I steadied myself and pointed my cock at the soles of her feet, painting them with cum.

We had a good night that night.

Monday, 7 August 2017

Is this arty and erotic?

I like it, so I think it's probably art but who cares - it's my cock and Christina's feet, so it's definitely erotic!  Win win!

What do you think?