Wednesday 27 March 2013

I got a new lens...

...and I figured that the best way to test it out was to take some photographs.

What do you think?






(thanks to the lovely Donna for modelling for me)

Sunday 24 March 2013

Emailed pictures from Kara

Wow!

I was surprised when this happened before, I certainly didn't think it'd happen again.  I checked my email this evening and these two pictures were there. Sent from Kara, in the US, she thought I might like to see and publish her "cunt and asshole and a new use for a Sharpie".

I did indeed and I hope you do too.  And if  anyone else fancies sending something through, please feel free - petermorgan1969@gmail.com - but be advised, anything sent is liable to be put up here!

Thanks Kara!


Wednesday 20 March 2013

I like muff-diving


I reached down, pushing my hand under her dress and she helped me, pulling her knickers down over her hips, angling her body to present her pussy sweetly for my attention. There wasn’t a lot of light, just enough that I could see the lips glistening - this had obviously been playing on her mind for a while and she was clearly ready for action! I knelt down, not caring about the rough floor and tried to take in everything about her - the way her skin looked in the light and shadow from the pale light.  I could see the light fuzz of pubes around her sweet pussy and couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

I leant my face in to her and she murmured in anticipation as I rubbed my nose lightly against the downy softness of her pubes.  I could feel the dampness around her lips and inhaled - god, she was making me really hard. With my hands lightly on her hips, I started to slowly lick around her pussy, tracing outside of the natural mound her lips created, then in flat strokes running my tongue right along the groove and over her eager clit. She bucked lightly as my tongue found the spot.

“That’s it,” she said, her voice a harsh whisper, “that’s it.”

I looked up, gently rubbing my chin over her clit.  “Is that what you want? Do you want me to give you a good licking until your toes curl?”

Christina made a gurgling sound in the back of her throat and her left hand flicked over her pussy lips. “Yes,” she said and I didn’t hesitate, but leapt straight in.

      Her pussy was slick and seemed almost to pulse and it smelt wonderful, of raw sex and utter desire. My mouth watered, waiting for it, savouring the sensation.

Sunday 17 March 2013

Comic Con and cosplay (I like it)

My old friend Mick rang me on Friday night, to see if I was free today - he had a spare ticket to the MCM Comic Con event at the NEC in Birmingham and since that's less than an hour from my place, he wondered if I wanted to go.  Now I'm a fan of films, I love Star Wars and ever since The X Files, I've had a special place in my heart for sci-fi females - so I agreed to go.

I had a great time, we saw a few demonstrations, went to a couple of panels, saw some glamour models and bought some stuff that I hadn't seen since my childhood.  Even better, I saw a lot of very attractive young ladies indulging in cosplay.  Now if you'd asked me before today what that was, I'd have have said it came from Ann Summers but this is people (male and female) dressing as their favourite film characters.  In the case of the girls, it also seems to mean baring as much flesh as possible.

I noticed lots of people taking photographs (some men had very expensive cameras at the ready ;-) and was informed that it was fine to take pictures.  Of course, that's brilliant and my only complaint is that I didn't know it would be like that, so I didn't take my Nikon.  Instead, all of these were captured on my Smartphone, hence the poorer image resolution.

Enjoy!






Tuesday 12 March 2013

My ex-wife (from the 90s)

I heard a song on the radio coming home from work tonight and it slammed me back to the mid-90s, when I was newly married and living life.  It made me a little sad for those times - even though I don't regret them or wish I was back there - and since my ex-wife is now just that (my ex), I thought it  might be an idea to post a picture of her.

After all that's happened, this is my favourite wedding picture - she had a great arse and feet and I think I captured them well here.  Needless to say, I took this on the night...

Saturday 9 March 2013

Six Sticky Shorts

A new collection, just published on Smashwords

My name is Peter Morgan and I'm recently divorced. Until my wife left me, I hadn't been on a date in about 15 years.

Times have changed so dramatically since then, I decided to keep a record of my adventures.

This book features six of those, collected together for the first time.

There's Christina and her love of foot massages, plus a session after the gym and adventures in exhibitionism in London. There's Rachel and Melissa, well-endowed ladies who like to play and a memoir of my ex-wife, when we were on holiday.

A raunchy collection of erotic shorts, over 12,000 words for 99c.

       
Download it from this link

features:

Christina’s Sexy Feet
Quickie After The Gym
Beach Fun
Titfuck with Melissa
Pinching Rachel’s Nipples
Christina In London (masturbation)

Monday 4 March 2013

My first footjob experience

Following on from my last post, I think it's fairly obvious to regular readers of this blog that I like feet - not all of them, obviously, but enough that I think it probably counts as a fetish.  To be honest, 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.