Monday, 13 November 2017

Rachel poses...

I've posted quite a bit about Rachel, with either juicy photos or equally juicy tales, but I think she deserves some credit for also being a great model of mine.

And so I present to you my fuckbuddy Rachel, posing...

Enjoy!





Monday, 6 November 2017

My ex (again)

I know, I know, but I can't help it - every now and again, my thoughts go back to my ex-wife and I can't seem to get her out of my head.  It doesn't last often (and I really don't want to get back with her) but what helps is looking at some of the pictures we took together.

I enjoy that.  And I hope you do too!

My ex-wife - enjoy!









Monday, 30 October 2017

My friend Moira

This is Moira, I've known her for years after taking several night school classes with her. She's a good friend and she's been a model for me a few times. We were drinking earlier this week and it slipped out about this blog and she started reading it. I was worried about her reaction but needn't have been, she's a good egg and took it in her stride. Said some of my writing turned her on, in fact, which was great to hear. Anyway, she has it in her head that she's not got a good body - which I've always disagreed with - and I suggested a shoot to settle the score, once and for all. As I was shooting, she asked me if I'd feature the pictures on here.

Well, who am I to turn down a pretty lady?

So here they are and do me - and Moira - a favour, would you? If you like what you see, drop me a line at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass your comments on to her. Cheers!







Monday, 23 October 2017

Christina - tits, pussy, arse & feet!

We went away for the weekend and Christina was in top form, very randy and very demanding!  On our last day, she decided she wanted an impromptu photo-session and this picture - for me - sums up the whole weekend perfectly!

How lush does she look?

Difficult to pick the best bit - toes, soles, legs, pussy, arse, tits - so I licked all of them!

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 petermorgan1969@gmail.com



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

Sophie

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 petermorgan1969@gmail.com.

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!