I wish you and yours the very best wishes and look forward to posting more adventures in 2015!
Tuesday 30 December 2014
Happy New Year!
I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's visited the blog (especially those who've emailed and sent pics) over the past year and say 'Happy New Year'!
I wish you and yours the very best wishes and look forward to posting more adventures in 2015!
I wish you and yours the very best wishes and look forward to posting more adventures in 2015!
Wednesday 24 December 2014
Happy Christmas!
Well, it's that time of the year again and I would like to take this opportunity to thank every reader of this blog - those who pop in and out, those who Google+ my posts, those who send in pictures of their ladies - for all of your support over 2014.
I hope you and yours have a wonderful, safe and happy Christmas and I wish you every success for 2015 - be it spiritual, material or carnal!
And here, because I love Christina's feet, is my picture for the season!
I hope you and yours have a wonderful, safe and happy Christmas and I wish you every success for 2015 - be it spiritual, material or carnal!
And here, because I love Christina's feet, is my picture for the season!
Thursday 18 December 2014
Sammy
Another great meeting at the Photography Group last night. Sammy was a new model for us and very good to work with, she knew how to pose and had a very winning smile (she reminded me a little of the actress Sheridan Smith).
Great set, lovely model and the perfect evening for the last meet of the year.
Great set, lovely model and the perfect evening for the last meet of the year.
Saturday 13 December 2014
A shag at Christmas
It was my works Christmas do tonight and we all trooped off to the Raj, in town. There were about ten of us and, if I’m honest, it was a good evening. Made much, much better by the fact that I bumped into my old friend Carol. She was also there on a works do and I was sitting there, checking over the menu, when I felt fingers walking along my shoulders.
Surprised, I turned around and there she was, looking absolutely fucking stunning. We exchanged pleasantries, then my colleagues began ordering starters and her friends called her over.
“See you soon,” she said and winked. I smiled at her and watched her walk away. When my wife left me, Carol was one of the first women that I saw - we’d known each other before, but got to know one another a lot better over a few weeks. I kind of wished those weeks would start up again!
When it was time for the next round, rather than wait for the waiter to come over, I decided to head to the bar. I don’t know whether she meant to or not, but after I’d been standing there for about a minute - scanning the room, looking for her, Carol was standing next to me.
"How are you?" I asked, "doing okay?" God, she looked beautiful.
“Yeah, so so,” she said, “still single. How about you?”
”Same here, but dating now.”
“Oh good, how’s it working out for you?”
“Not bad.”
She smiled and bit her lip. I’ve always thought that was erotic, with Carol it was more erotic than most. I felt my cock twitch.
Carol looked me in the eyes and smiled, slyly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I don’t know,” I said, hoping against hope that we were on the same wavelength.
“It's Christmas, we're old friends, let's celebrate the season..."
"Uh huh.”
“Okay, I come here to eat a lot. Go up the stairs, turn left, there are three doors - gents, ladies, disabled. Go upstairs in five minutes, I’ll meet you there.”
“Seriously?”
“Just getting into the festive spirit,” she said.
“I’ll be there.”
I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door to the disabled loo was locked, so I knocked.
”Pete?”
"It's me," I said and she opened the door.
The toilet was large, with a sink against the left wall and the pan against the back wall. Carol was standing in front of the sink, wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. "Give your tackle a quick swill," she said, "then sit on the loo."
I did as I was told, then went into the cubicle. She had pulled her top off and popped her tits out of her bra and I couldn't resist giving them a squeeze and thumbing the nipples. That made her groan, which just made my cock even harder! She was wearing a short black skirt and it was around her waist like a belt. As I watched, she pulled her white knickers off and hung them over the toilet roll holder. Her juicy pussy looked fantastic, with speckles of water in the fine blonde fuzz that covered it.
"Pull your trousers down and stand up,” she said and I did. My cock sprang up. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how good that looked."
"If it looks anything as good as your fucking body does, I'd be more than happy."
“Turn around.”
I did and leaned forward and felt her hand snake between my legs. I felt her arm on my back and then a click sound and she photographed my cock.
“Kinky,” I said.
“You idiot, Pete, I saw your blog.”
“Ah.”
“No problem, so long as you print that picture as well as anything else you take of me.”
“I haven’t got my camera.”
“I have my phone, it’ll do. Now, sit down.” She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her pussy starting to gape right in front of my eyes.
"Pussy needs attention," she said, almost purring and I didn't need asking twice.
As you may have guessed, I love muff-diving - I love licking the lips, soaking them with spit, then prying deep with my tongue, making it hard like a little prick or solid and flat, to cover as much ground as possible. I tend to leave the clit sucking until later, to try and get the ladies into a froth before I touch the magic button.
"Harder," she said, "we haven't got much time. Suck on my clit."
"How long have we got?"
She reached down, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. "They’ll probably send out a search party in about ten or fifteen minutes.”
"Fuck it," I said, my lips directly over her cunt, my nose pressed against her clit. She groaned, gripped my cock harder. I kept licking, as if my life depended on it, then she moved and put her feet on the pipe boxes to either side of the bog, hotching forward.
"Wait," she said and turned around, showing me her arse, then tilting forward. "Hold my waist."
I did and, fearlessly, she leaned right forward and as I began to lick her pussy once more, she sucked my cock into her mouth, her tongue playing around the head. She bobbed up and down, literally fucking me with her mouth, her arse shaking as my tongue skills began to hit the spot. She reached down, began to play with my balls, her fingertips brushing over my arsehole. It was all getting too much, then she let go of my cock, stuffed her hand in her mouth and let out an almighty groan.
Her pussy muscles began to contract and I could feel warmth and heat in my mouth. I moved her forward, her legs moving sluggishly and then she was on her feet, her eyes a bit dreamy, smiling at me.
"Fucking brilliant, Pete,” she said.
“Good, now turn around.”
She did and I ran my hands down her back, gripped her waist and guided her down. My cock was standing to attention and I pressed it against her pussy lips, so that she knew where she was. She reached between her legs, put her hands on my knees and I held her hips as she slid onto my cock.
I reached forward, sliding my hands around her body until I was cupping her tits. I played with her nipples, holding my hands flat so that her movement made me brush them. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet and she quickly went from riding me slowly to humping my cock hard and fast.
I could feel her pussy getting wet and she began to play with my balls again. I felt her finger and realised she was rubbing her clit too. She bucked, thrust harder and then stopped, all of a sudden, both hands crammed to her mouth, as she came. I could feel the tremors rippling through her pussy and her breath caught in her throat. I carried on fondling her tits and then she moved again.
“Are you there?”
“Almost,” I said and began to fuck her now, really thrusting into her, our bodies slapping. She reached down, one finger massaging my perineum, the other hand playing with my balls. All too soon it was too much and, with a gasp, I came inside her. She kept playing with me until I begged her to stop.
After a minute or so to get our breath back, she slid off me and, as I stood up, she sat on the toilet seat.
“Take a picture,” she said and I watched some of my cum ooze out of her.
I took the picture and we got dressed and promised to do it again sometime, then went back downstairs to our colleagues, trying to act as if nothing had happened. My lot quickly guessed, I wonder how long it took her friends?
Surprised, I turned around and there she was, looking absolutely fucking stunning. We exchanged pleasantries, then my colleagues began ordering starters and her friends called her over.
“See you soon,” she said and winked. I smiled at her and watched her walk away. When my wife left me, Carol was one of the first women that I saw - we’d known each other before, but got to know one another a lot better over a few weeks. I kind of wished those weeks would start up again!
When it was time for the next round, rather than wait for the waiter to come over, I decided to head to the bar. I don’t know whether she meant to or not, but after I’d been standing there for about a minute - scanning the room, looking for her, Carol was standing next to me.
"How are you?" I asked, "doing okay?" God, she looked beautiful.
“Yeah, so so,” she said, “still single. How about you?”
”Same here, but dating now.”
“Oh good, how’s it working out for you?”
“Not bad.”
She smiled and bit her lip. I’ve always thought that was erotic, with Carol it was more erotic than most. I felt my cock twitch.
Carol looked me in the eyes and smiled, slyly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I don’t know,” I said, hoping against hope that we were on the same wavelength.
“It's Christmas, we're old friends, let's celebrate the season..."
"Uh huh.”
“Okay, I come here to eat a lot. Go up the stairs, turn left, there are three doors - gents, ladies, disabled. Go upstairs in five minutes, I’ll meet you there.”
“Seriously?”
“Just getting into the festive spirit,” she said.
“I’ll be there.”
I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door to the disabled loo was locked, so I knocked.
”Pete?”
"It's me," I said and she opened the door.
The toilet was large, with a sink against the left wall and the pan against the back wall. Carol was standing in front of the sink, wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. "Give your tackle a quick swill," she said, "then sit on the loo."
I did as I was told, then went into the cubicle. She had pulled her top off and popped her tits out of her bra and I couldn't resist giving them a squeeze and thumbing the nipples. That made her groan, which just made my cock even harder! She was wearing a short black skirt and it was around her waist like a belt. As I watched, she pulled her white knickers off and hung them over the toilet roll holder. Her juicy pussy looked fantastic, with speckles of water in the fine blonde fuzz that covered it.
"Pull your trousers down and stand up,” she said and I did. My cock sprang up. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how good that looked."
"If it looks anything as good as your fucking body does, I'd be more than happy."
“Turn around.”
I did and leaned forward and felt her hand snake between my legs. I felt her arm on my back and then a click sound and she photographed my cock.
“Kinky,” I said.
“You idiot, Pete, I saw your blog.”
“Ah.”
“No problem, so long as you print that picture as well as anything else you take of me.”
“I haven’t got my camera.”
“I have my phone, it’ll do. Now, sit down.” She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her pussy starting to gape right in front of my eyes.
"Pussy needs attention," she said, almost purring and I didn't need asking twice.
As you may have guessed, I love muff-diving - I love licking the lips, soaking them with spit, then prying deep with my tongue, making it hard like a little prick or solid and flat, to cover as much ground as possible. I tend to leave the clit sucking until later, to try and get the ladies into a froth before I touch the magic button.
"Harder," she said, "we haven't got much time. Suck on my clit."
"How long have we got?"
She reached down, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. "They’ll probably send out a search party in about ten or fifteen minutes.”
"Fuck it," I said, my lips directly over her cunt, my nose pressed against her clit. She groaned, gripped my cock harder. I kept licking, as if my life depended on it, then she moved and put her feet on the pipe boxes to either side of the bog, hotching forward.
"Wait," she said and turned around, showing me her arse, then tilting forward. "Hold my waist."
I did and, fearlessly, she leaned right forward and as I began to lick her pussy once more, she sucked my cock into her mouth, her tongue playing around the head. She bobbed up and down, literally fucking me with her mouth, her arse shaking as my tongue skills began to hit the spot. She reached down, began to play with my balls, her fingertips brushing over my arsehole. It was all getting too much, then she let go of my cock, stuffed her hand in her mouth and let out an almighty groan.
Her pussy muscles began to contract and I could feel warmth and heat in my mouth. I moved her forward, her legs moving sluggishly and then she was on her feet, her eyes a bit dreamy, smiling at me.
"Fucking brilliant, Pete,” she said.
“Good, now turn around.”
She did and I ran my hands down her back, gripped her waist and guided her down. My cock was standing to attention and I pressed it against her pussy lips, so that she knew where she was. She reached between her legs, put her hands on my knees and I held her hips as she slid onto my cock.
I reached forward, sliding my hands around her body until I was cupping her tits. I played with her nipples, holding my hands flat so that her movement made me brush them. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet and she quickly went from riding me slowly to humping my cock hard and fast.
I could feel her pussy getting wet and she began to play with my balls again. I felt her finger and realised she was rubbing her clit too. She bucked, thrust harder and then stopped, all of a sudden, both hands crammed to her mouth, as she came. I could feel the tremors rippling through her pussy and her breath caught in her throat. I carried on fondling her tits and then she moved again.
“Are you there?”
“Almost,” I said and began to fuck her now, really thrusting into her, our bodies slapping. She reached down, one finger massaging my perineum, the other hand playing with my balls. All too soon it was too much and, with a gasp, I came inside her. She kept playing with me until I begged her to stop.
After a minute or so to get our breath back, she slid off me and, as I stood up, she sat on the toilet seat.
“Take a picture,” she said and I watched some of my cum ooze out of her.
I took the picture and we got dressed and promised to do it again sometime, then went back downstairs to our colleagues, trying to act as if nothing had happened. My lot quickly guessed, I wonder how long it took her friends?
Monday 8 December 2014
Tuesday 2 December 2014
Sexy Faye
My friend Keith, from the Photography Group, has come through again. He was contacted by Faye, a local model who wants to move into slightly more hardcore avenues and was looking for some pictures to put in her portfolio.
Keith thought it might be right up my street - and he was right - so I readily agreed. We did the shoot last night, him, me and a couple of other group members, at the little studio we tend to use.
Faye was lovely, an excellent model and a nice girl and we had great sessions. Our understanding is that we're allowed to use the pictures so long as we don't disguise her and that any feedback we receive we should pass to her. I'm all for that so, if you like what you see, email me on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll make sure she gets it.
I wasn't in the room for the other shoots but this one is mine, hope you enjoy it!
Keith thought it might be right up my street - and he was right - so I readily agreed. We did the shoot last night, him, me and a couple of other group members, at the little studio we tend to use.
Faye was lovely, an excellent model and a nice girl and we had great sessions. Our understanding is that we're allowed to use the pictures so long as we don't disguise her and that any feedback we receive we should pass to her. I'm all for that so, if you like what you see, email me on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll make sure she gets it.
I wasn't in the room for the other shoots but this one is mine, hope you enjoy it!
Wednesday 26 November 2014
Christine, a model
Christine used to model for the Photography Group and she & I always got on very well - she was good fun, a great laugh and she had a cracking body. She liked to read my blog and quite often teased me about some of my adventures, which I thought was brilliant - she even suggested things I might like to try.
Christine got married and took a break from modelling and I didn't see her for a while - though I'd get the occasional email and Facebook message - and that's what kicked this off. She's just had a baby (they're both doing fine), felt a bit down about the way she looked and wanted a pick-me-up. I offered to take some pics, to show her that she was more beautiful than ever and she agreed. I went around to hers, had a cuppa with her husband and played with the baby for a while, then Christine and I went upstairs.
Yes, her body had changed, of course it has and she does look different but I also think she looks more beautiful now - young and healthy and vital - and I think that comes out in these photographs.
What do you think?
Christine got married and took a break from modelling and I didn't see her for a while - though I'd get the occasional email and Facebook message - and that's what kicked this off. She's just had a baby (they're both doing fine), felt a bit down about the way she looked and wanted a pick-me-up. I offered to take some pics, to show her that she was more beautiful than ever and she agreed. I went around to hers, had a cuppa with her husband and played with the baby for a while, then Christine and I went upstairs.
Yes, her body had changed, of course it has and she does look different but I also think she looks more beautiful now - young and healthy and vital - and I think that comes out in these photographs.
What do you think?
Thursday 20 November 2014
Readers wives - Tits!
Thankfully, that last readers wives post prompted a few more people to send in pictures. As I always say, I don't get nearly enough smut sent to me via email but if you're interested, if you're a lady reader or your wife/girlfriend is up for it, why not send me the pictures at petermorgan1969@gmail.com?
To whet your appetite, here's a selection I've called "TITS!", for obvious reasons...
Enjoy!
To whet your appetite, here's a selection I've called "TITS!", for obvious reasons...
Enjoy!
Rachel's "glorious" tits, as sent in by her boyfriend Rhys. They look mighty fine to me!
"This is my soon-to-be wife," writes Alan, "they second time round for both of us. She looks great." All I can add is that I totally agree, good luck to the pair of you.
"My girlfriend Sally, doing her exercises or so she says," writes Olivia. Great body, great pic, thanks ladies.
"I love motorboating," writes Tom of his wife Marianne. Looking at those glorious tits, I can well understand why and I love her cheeky smile too!
"My wife Elizabeth, fresh from the shower," writes Jim. Great picture, thanks mate!
"This is my wife Jane, who's on the phone to her friend but apparently intent on teasing me at the same time," writes Pete. Yes, that's certainly a teasing pose and a very nice one too!
A selfie, from Kim. Lovely belly, lovely tits, lovely photo, thanks for sending it in!
"Do you want to cum on these?" asks Lorna, via her boyfriend Wilf. He does, apparently and I wouldn't mind either, thanks for the pic!
"This is Magda, my wife. I think she's gorgeous." Well, Tim, I'd agree with you there and I like that you've also got her feet in too, plus that wonderful fingering movement. Thanks!
"I think my tits are my best asset," writes Maura, "what do you reckon?"
I reckon they're pretty fucking fantastic, thanks for sending the picture in!
Friday 14 November 2014
More from Charlie, the fabulous MILF!
Back in October, I posted this set of Charlie, a MILF of my acquaintance.
As I said at the time, I've known her for years and have been trying to photograph her for most of that time and judging by the response, you seem to agree that she's got a great body. I passed your comments on to her and she was so impressed (and touched, she said, with a wicked grin) that she's posed for another set.
It's brilliant, she's brilliant and I maintain that I'd gladly shag her if the opportunity arose.
So next time you see me ask for comments, bear in mind that this can happen. If there's anything you want to say to Charlie about this set, zap me an email at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass on your messages to her.
As I said at the time, I've known her for years and have been trying to photograph her for most of that time and judging by the response, you seem to agree that she's got a great body. I passed your comments on to her and she was so impressed (and touched, she said, with a wicked grin) that she's posed for another set.
It's brilliant, she's brilliant and I maintain that I'd gladly shag her if the opportunity arose.
So next time you see me ask for comments, bear in mind that this can happen. If there's anything you want to say to Charlie about this set, zap me an email at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass on your messages to her.
Sunday 9 November 2014
Anneka
I've known Anneka for about ten years now, we met on a photography course way back in 2003 (it doesn't sound all that long ago really, does it?) but she didn't enjoy it all that much and migrated in front of the lense rather than behind it.
We've kept in-touch over the years but in early August, I found out she was in the process of getting a divorce. Newly single, she's full of life and enjoying herself to the limit and she asked me to take some shots of her (she didn't know about this blog then, but does now and has given me permission to post the pics). She wants, she says, "to feel sexy and have other people look at me, wrinkly bits and all!"
I think she does look sexy, I think this is a pretty damned good set and I was impressed with the pictures. So was she and, by coincidence, she's now dating a bloke about five years younger than her and one of these pictures is hanging in her bathroom. I'll leave it up to you to guess which one!
Enjoy!
We've kept in-touch over the years but in early August, I found out she was in the process of getting a divorce. Newly single, she's full of life and enjoying herself to the limit and she asked me to take some shots of her (she didn't know about this blog then, but does now and has given me permission to post the pics). She wants, she says, "to feel sexy and have other people look at me, wrinkly bits and all!"
I think she does look sexy, I think this is a pretty damned good set and I was impressed with the pictures. So was she and, by coincidence, she's now dating a bloke about five years younger than her and one of these pictures is hanging in her bathroom. I'll leave it up to you to guess which one!
Enjoy!
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