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Thursday, September 12th 2024

Retro Teasing

Hello!

I'd like to tell you about a woman I know called Charlotte. Now I'm sure I've mentioned her to in the past, so I won't go into too much detail now but, like me, she was blonde, pleasingly curvaceous and, perhaps best of all, she was nicely uninhibited.

One of the things Charlotte liked to do was dress in what you might call a retro style. That meant nicely conventional, yet with a subtly erotic twist. Her shoes were delicate but stimulating - perhaps not the most comfortable things to wear but unmistakably feminine. Typically, they were glossy patent leather with heels that were just extreme enough to get men thinking. Those kinds of shoes had the wonderful ability to change a lady's posture and emphasise those parts of the body that, on the right person, thrust and jut appealingly and invite confident hands to cup, caress and fondle.

Not that you'd automatically get to do that! Charlotte could be a little aloof, you see. She knew she looked fine, knew just what her looks made naughty men want to do with her body, and with that knowledge came power. She surprised herself sometimes with how she could wrap an eager man around her marvellously manicured finger and persuade him to do her bidding, with no guarantee that his longings would be satisfied. She teased sometimes, and she knew it. And then, just sometimes, she yielded.

I am going to tell you about one time in particular, when Charlotte had arranged to meet a man we'll call Peter. Peter was a few years younger than Charlotte, but he certainly fell into the category of "consenting adult". While it might be fair to say he didn't know exactly what it was he was actually consenting to, after repeated visits to Charlotte's web site to admire her many fine qualities he was more than ready to meet her, and find out if the reality matched that of his fantasy woman. When the long-anticipated day came, and she knocked politely at the door of the hotel room she had suggested he book, the reality of Charlotte "in the flesh" was very much what he had been hoping for.

'I hope this is all right,' he said, closing the door behind her, 'Only I've never done this kind of thing before.'

He presented her with a red rose and a slim white envelope. She smiled a thank you to him, placed the rose carefully onto the shelf next to the bed, then opened the envelope and glanced at its contents, before slipping it into her handbag. She smiled a little more widely, then put her arms around his neck, pressing a scented cheek to his face. A little taken aback he hesitated at first, then carefully wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her a little closer. He wasn't sure how much leeway the contents of the envelope entitled him to, when it came to taking familiarities with her, so he erred on the safe side, at least to begin with. Even so, with her arms around his neck and his arms around her waist, he was very, very conscious of her curves pressed against his body.

She even seemed to squirm against him - just a little! - pressing her groin into his. It was an apparently innocent contact, yet the way she moved left no doubt that she was available. Or should that she could be? As their cheeks first met the touch and the smell of this attractive woman had his penis thickening; so was it really by accident that she waited until his erection was more noticeable before moving her crotch across his? He gulped a little - a quiet, barely audible sound - yet she heard it, and knew instinctively that he was hers to do with as she wished.

'Now, I did give you some basic instructions on how to present yourself,' she said, 'I'm pleased to see you are nice and respectful! So many men just think they can go charging in, you know.'

She sniffed at him.
'Mmm. Nice and clean. Good! And did you follow my suggestions about...what might be good to wear?'

He nodded, dry-mouthed, a little tongue-tied.

'I've done my best,' he replied, 'I hope it's satisfactory.'

She smiled again.

'I'm sure I'll find everything in order and to my liking. As will you, I hope! Now, do they still have.. they certainly used to...ah yes. There we are. Perfect!'

She had been looking around the room, a little theatrically perhaps, for something that wasn't too hard to find. He didn't mind; he was enthralled. She pulled the chair from near the hair dryer point, and patted the seat, indicating that he was to sit down. She remained standing, facing him. She was now a little taller than him. She looked very pleased about something. Quite possibly it was because of this height advantage. She began to speak, almost as if she was addressing a gathering

'Right,' said Charlotte, 'Now as you can see, I have a lovely green floral print dress on. I am a sucker for low-cut necklines, as are many of my gentlemen friends. Do you approve of this particular top, Peter?'

She put her shoulders back and breathed in, pushing her boobs forward, tantalisingly close to his face. He could see her spectacular cleavage, the hints of lace where her bra cups coped with their enviable task of keeping her soft breasts under control. Mesmerised, he heard a silence and he glanced up, to find her staring at him mock sternly, mirroring the way he had been staring so longingly at her flesh.
'Hmm. Perhaps I was too quick to consider you respectful, though it is good to see you have an appreciation for the finer things! The bra I am wearing has been one of my favourites for a few years now. The fabric is not a yielding as some more modern ones, but in my opinion a little firmness is sometimes a good thing, don't you think?'

Unsure how to answer her, he gaped. He gaped a little more when she rested her hand onto his thigh, cupping the muscles in his leg. He glanced up to her face, to find her gazing quite pointedly into his eyes as her fingertips rested mere fractions of an inch from his penis. Her voice dropped to a low, warm contralto, enticing him closer.

'I think you're thinking about touching me, Peter. I'm afraid that is out of the question for now. Later, perhaps - when you have shown yourself worthy of my body.'

Charlotte paused, seemingly thinking. On impulse - or was it? - she announced,

'Right, time to get you out of some clothes! I'll let you do the jacket and shirt.'

Pointedly she had not mentioned his trousers. Equally pointedly she had left her hand resting on his thigh.

'Just dump them on the floor for now. We don't want you thinking they are more important than me, do we?'

He was still undoing buttons when he felt her fingertips stretching out. Her nails pressed into the side of his erection.

'Now we find out if you really can follow instructions,' she whispered, 'Keep going!'

The shirt joined the jacket on the floor.

'Shoes and socks, please,' she instructed, 'I'll take care of things here.'

"Things here", it appeared, fell into two categories. One was the way her fingers expertly worked on the fastenings of his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them. The other was the way she languidly moved her face up to his. With the trousers undone, she put one hand either side of his unzipped fly and held the fabric.
'Bottom up?'

She asked, wiggling the trousers. He pressed his feet down and straightened his legs, raising himself from the seat by a few inches, bringing his face level with hers.

'Hold it there a second,'

She instructed, then pulled the trousers downwards. Her face was close now, almost within touching range. She worked the trousers down past his knees, leaving his pants in place. When his legs were out of the trousers he sat down again. She shook her head at him, then bent down to bring her face level again. Her eyes looking coolly and pointedly into his, her voice was low and gentle - intimate - as she said huskily,

'You know, I think we're both going to enjoy this next part.'

She straightened up, and turned to walk the short distance to her shoulder bag. When she returned, she was holding her hands behind her back.

'Arms by your sides, please,' she said. The uncertainty of what she was going to do, combined with the businesslike way she was going about him started to get to him. He felt the bulge in his pants grow. Her saw her glance down, then she was once more crouching close in front of him.

'I'm not saying you'll try to disobey me, but I think you'll enjoy these next few moments more if you know you can't.'

She planted a kiss on his forehead, then playfully licked a spot in between his eyebrows. The next question, asked in a way that made it seem the most normal thing in the world, thrilled him.

'Have you ever let a woman tie you up for sex before?'

She looked at him, a face of simple curiosity, then shook her head.

'No? Oh, well. Let's get that fixed right away.'

It took about five seconds to fasten his right wrist to the leg of the chair. When she had finished, she held a second section of rope in front of him. She looked down at other arm, saw it seemed to be trembling slightly, but remained by his side, next to the chair leg. She smiled, then tilted her head a little and mouthed 'sure?' without saying the word. She gave him a couple of seconds to bail out if he wanted to. He looked back at her. He had a hint of nerves about him, but he didn't move. Good. She smiled again, then crouched to tie his second wrist.

She remained in front of him. He wondered why, but as all he could do was sit patiently and wonder, he did that.

'Can I ask a favour?'

Her voice seemed a little quieter. Up close like this, it was natural for her to speak more softly, just as it was more natural for their faces to get closer. The favour, when it came, was a little odd.

'Could you close your eyes and stick your tongue out between your lips for me please, Peter?'

He thought perhaps she intended to take a photo of him looking foolish, as some kind of humiliation, but went along with her request. He could feel her breath on his face, then realised she was even closer than before. Suddenly he felt her touch him. He flinched; she simply whispered, 'Eyes closed!' He fought back the urge to see what was going on. Something soft and warm was resting on the tip of his tongue. After a second it began to move. Her breath was still on the skin around his mouth, and in a rush he realised she was using his tongue to moisten her lips. Along the upper lip, across to the corner of her mouth, then down to the lower lip and move the other way. Then the stop, another change of direction and lip, until he had circumnavigated her lips. She let out her breath in a wordless 'Aaah!', and he hungrily sucked what had just left her lungs down into his. He was harder still now. He sensed her moving away a little, and her the soft noise being touched.

'You can open your eyes now, Peter.'

He saw her smoothing down the fabric of the flower pattern blouse, stroking it so it was a closer fit to her magnificent breasts. She stood in front of him, her feet close enough together that she stood between his toes. Crouching slightly, she reached up beneath her skirt and slowly pulled down the lacy panties she was wearing. Dropping them on top of his shirt, crumpled on the floor, she took a half step to the left with one leg, a half step to the right with the other. Her skirt rode up a little as she did this, exposing the nylon covering her calves and thighs, the straps holding up each stocking and finally a pale, creamy expanse of thigh. She took a step forward, straddling him, then sat on his thighs. The erection that had been straining at the front of the boxer shorts she had asked him to wear was now forming a small tent-like bulge in her skirt as well.
She put her arms around his neck.
'One good turn deserves another, I believe.'

She wiggled a fraction closer. Once again, she looked directly into his eyes. He felt she was challenging him in some way, but to do what? Then he realised it was a challenge not to do something. He looked back, trying hard not to watch as she took hold of the topmost button on her blouse and undid it. He could see her hand moving downwards and concentrated on her face, ignoring the movement of her slim fingers as another button was undone and more of her flesh was exposed. She must have taken pity on him, because as he watched her closely, she slowly chewed her bottom lip then, even more provocatively ran her tongue tip around those lipstick covered lips he himself had tasted a few moments before.

A third button, then a fourth, a fifth. The blouse was now little more than a shawl. She said,

'You've done very well, you know! You can look now if you like...'

If. Possibly the silliest use of two letters he had ever heard. He gulped. There was a ribbon of some kind between Charlotte's breasts. She reached into her cleavage, did something - he couldn't see exactly what - and with a movement he swore he heard, her bare breasts and the large nipples he remembered from Charlotte's web page were exposed. She put a hand behind his head and pulled it towards her. He moved willingly, but let her hand dictate the pace.

'So many men seem to like this,' she said, 'but there's something in it for me as well, you know. So -'
She paused.

'I'm going to breast feed you...'

Her hand pulled him closer still, until his mouth closed over a firm brown nipple. She gave a soft, breathy moan, then moved her hand under her skirt –

'And in return, I'm going to use your cock to masturbate with.'

He felt her fingers through the cotton of his sensible shorts. They closed around his erection and guided the tip between her thighs, between her outer lips, then up to press against her body. Looking up from his welcome task he saw Charlotte's eyes close. Her chest began to move rhythmically as she wiped the cloth-covered head of his penis across the warmth in her groin. He felt the fabric of his pants becoming damp almost straight away. She brushed her hair from her face, then used that hand to move his mouth to her other breast.

'Let me feel your teeth. Just a little. Aahh...'

The instruction was mild rather than dominant, and very easy to follow. Her breath was starting to come in brief, panting gasps. He chewed diligently on her. He saw her head go back, felt the hand behind his head again. She was breathing more quickly now, and making wider strokes over the sensitive bud between her legs. He felt her thighs clamping over his, then relaxing. She said something. He thought he heard it, but wanted to make sure.

'I said bite me! Not too much. And stop once I'm coming. But do it. Now.'

There was no way to shrug, so he just bit into her right breast. Gently. The noise that she made as he did frightened him at first, then when her free hand pulled him even tighter to her chest he guessed it was the start of Charlotte's orgasm.

She twitched and moaned. Her head went back along with her shoulders. Her hand, which had previously only held his cock like a pen writing a story on her body moved differently now, rubbing along the length of his cock. It didn't take long, not with the look, the feel, the sound of Charlotte squirming through her climax right in his lap. He pulled his mouth from her breast, sucked air into his lungs - how long had she been suffocating him? - and closed his eyes. He was close - very close! - and though she was still having her orgasm as she decided how to give him his reward, the choice she made caused her to come a little harder, right at the end.

His boxer shorts were now soaked with her juice. She moved away from him, perhaps half the length of his thigh, and looked down at the tent in his pants. She smiled again, and whispered,

'You know, at least one of us should taste that.'

This time she didn't hesitate. Her head dipped quickly, and he was aware of a different kind of heat engulfing his head, a heat where lips, teeth and a probing tongue encircled him, absorbing moisture. She pulled away equally quickly. He looked down and saw the smear of lipstick surrounding the tip, then back to her face. She was licking her lips. He was amazed he hadn't come.

'I think,' she began, 'You deserve some skin-to-skin contact. Something without this cotton stuff to get in the way.'
She sent her hand in to explore, to find the fly on his pants, to grasp in slim, cool fingers, and carefully pull his cock out into the outside world. She hoped she had judged the situation nicely.

'Careful now,' she said, 'Don't want you blowing your load until you're between my tits, now do we?'

She lowered herself, pressing her breasts together around him.

'Fuck but you're hot,' she said, 'But I bet I know something that's hotter still! Want to splash me?'

He realised that despite his hands being tied, he could still rise and fall in the chair. Not very far, and he was sure that it would tire him out if he had to do it for any length of time. When she tilted her head and raised one eyebrow, and mouthed silently,

'Go on. Soak me!'

He couldn't hold back. Some went up to her chin, some more filled the little channel in her breastbone. She let go of herself and took hold of him, steering his cock this way and that, to make sure that fat, brown nipples got a good coating. As the jets subsided, she wrapped her fingers around him to catch as much as she could, watching fascinated as his silvery goo oozed through the gaps in her fist. Knowing that he would be sensitive for a little while yet she released him, passing the time licking all his semen from her hand.

'Now,' she said, 'It's decision time! Some men like to fuck me while I'm covered in their cum like this. Some prefer me to clean myself up with wet wipes, and some like me to lick everything up for them. (I actually quite like sucking my own nipples clean, and they tell me it makes a nice spectacle.) Or would you rather we did something else?'

She paused, provocatively, another grin spreading across her face as she saw his cock rising again...

Well, what do you think they did? And what would you have done if it had been you and me - oh, silly me! I mean you and Charlotte?

Hugs and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Monday, May 13th 2024

Face-Sitting

Hello my friends,

This blog is in response to a request I had from a major fan who has seen me a few times in the past and is apparently suffering from withdrawal symptoms. He said he wouldn't mind those symptoms, if only he was in a position to withdraw for real. Stephen, I know what you mean!
The following is a little idea of the kind of thing we might get up to as and when. I hope you don't mind me sharing them with the many other frustrated guys out there who might also enjoy it. Our time will come!

Now, I know you're a fan of slow and leisurely sex normally, so our meeting will definitely adopt that approach, but I'd like to include a little more - shall we say firmness? - into our meeting. Look upon it as a gentle introduction into the realm of domination and submission. I know you're intrigued by this, and I could tell you liked the idea of me tying you up before ravishing you, but you weren't quite ready for the practice (shame!). But if you're willing to be instructed there is so much we could do, and to make it a little bit more appealing for you we each take turns with each other. You'll see what I mean!

So, picture this. We're settling down together just nicely, sitting side by side on the sofa. You've put one arm round my shoulders, and we're kissing. Not too passionately to begin with, because anticipation is a marvellous thing sometimes. That's why I'm holding your free hand at the moment - there's really no need to rush, is there?

I can sense your frustration - after all, that is part of the idea - but then you remember you're supposed to be going along with my wishes, and you cheer up a little. After all, this isn't so very bad, is it? I think I may even have persuaded you that the feel of my lipstick on your mouth isn't all that sticky, and when I see your eyes close and you relax and just go with the sensations, I feel a little reward is in order. You might be a little surprised when my tongue pops between your lips, but you hide it well. I let go of your hand and stroke your cheek, then curl my fingers round the back of your head and pull you close. It's probably a dead heat between your hand coming up onto my breast and your tongue entering my mouth, but I'm not complaining! You feel my nipple stiffening through the fabric of my see-through top and you moan. Now that I don't need to hold your head close any more, I can gently lay my hand in your lap. When I feel the bulge there, and the way you lift your hips to press into my hand, it's my turn to give a little moan.

'I know you want to fuck me,' I say, 'but it's been so long since I've had a man's mouth on me! Would you humour me, darling? I promise you won't regret it!'

I leave my outfit on as you seem so very happy with my sheer top and stockings and suspenders. You also seem quite happy when I whisper in your ear between kisses,

'Lie down on the floor, darling. I'm going to sit on your face.'
I stand over you, wondering what anticipation is going through your mind as you look up at me. I see your eyes flicking from my bare pussy, to my covered, braless breasts, to the naughty smile I'm smiling, because I know what is to happen next and you don't...

I get you to stretch out your arms, then put one foot either side of your chest, in the corner of your armpit. I stand like that for a few seconds, then lower myself onto your head.
My thighs slips either side of your head, imprisoning it, keeping it in just the place I need for the next step. When I drop the hem of my top over your head, and gently press with the inside of my knees you are almost cut off from the outside world. The only senses I want you to be able to use are touch, smell and taste, and I want you to make good use of all of them as your tongue begins to explore me intimately.

We're at each other's mercy here a little, aren't we? I'm sure you could lift me up if you really wanted to, but I'm counting on the weight of my body on your shoulders keeping you in place. In an ideal world I could pass instructions on to you on just how and where to kiss, to nibble, to lick, but being the one to have covered your ears I'm not really in a position to complain. Besides, you seem to know instinctively what to do with your tongue. You might not be able to hear the little gasping and panting noises I make, but you'll feel each and every one of the involuntary twitches my body makes as you bring me close, and taste the flood of sweet juice that flows from the orgasm you give me. I make you wait a little longer in your prison as my breathing subsides, then I stand up. The first thing you see as I do is the naughty smile of a sexually satisfied woman, a smile that tells you it is your turn now.

I take a step or two back from your head. My feet are now each side of your thighs, and I reach down to unbuckle and unzip you. You look a little confused, but then I lie down on the floor beside you and the idea just pops into your head. You step out of your trousers, then pull your shirt over your head. My pussy is still a little tender as you stand over me the way I stood over you, so I put my hands over my nipples and caress and squeeze my breasts as you watch. Before long you are hard, and stroking a cock that I am just dying to feel inside me. But you understand the magic of anticipation, and just as I made you wait for it, you know that the thing to do now is make me wait as well. Your hand starts to stroke your cock, and I wonder where you'll be pumping your first cumshot.

This s where the boundary between domination and submission becomes a little blurred! I am almost helpless underneath you, but when I speak you listen and obey.

'Kneel on me,' I say, 'the way I did for you.'

It's not exactly the same. I guide your feet down a little, so they are level with my waist. You crouch. Your knees go under my arms, and your thighs press firmly into the breasts I know you are dying to hold. I indulge you. Your hands are everywhere, it seems - stroking, touching, weighing, then squeezing, from soft to hard and then beyond. I almost cry out with pain, but I let you have your way and then you stop, fingers pressing into the see-through top. I nod, telling you to go on, then reach across to take hold of your penis. Hot and firm, the bulbous end tantalisingly close to my mouth, I can see the head glistening with your pre-cum as I start to stroke you.

'I would suck you,' I say, 'but I want us both to see you come.'

You moan. I wouldn't let you disagree, but I sense you aren't going to!

'Now, there's something you need to know about facials,' I say, 'I don't mind you coming on my face, but no woman likes it in her hair, and it really stings if you get it in the eye. So, you can come on my face if you like, but do bear that in mind! Something else you might want to bear in mind is this...'

At this point I stop, and lift my head a little. I am already stroking your cock with quick, short strokes, but now I put my tongue out, and let it flick over the warm, glossy head of your penis.

'It's not quite as physical,' I say, 'But it's every bit as satisfying. In fact, you're probably likely to come more this way than you'd think. Shall we give it a try?'

Naughty Lorna! You're already close, and as I keep up the teasing sensations of my soft fingers on the base of your shaft and the warm, wet pressure of my willing tongue on its head, you edge closer, closer... it just needs a little trigger.

'Go on - you know I'm waiting for it - fill my mouth with your hot juice...'

And you do! It's not a hard, pumping type of cumshot, more a gentle, drawn-out wave of ecstasy that you experience. The temptation to close your eyes must be so hard to resist, but I see you looking down as your semen oozes out onto my tongue, sliding in a glorious silvery-grey puddle of goo that I keep in my mouth as you add to it, an orgasm that seems to go on and on. I kiss the tip of your cock to take that final droplet, then smile up at you. You're wondering for a second, but you had no reason to. You know I'll swallow it, and I do.

A few seconds for you to get your breath back, and you climb off my chest and lay by my side. We kiss. It's always something of a test, I think, french kissing after oral sex, but I open my mouth and you don't hesitate. You pass the test with flying colours.

'Well! That should have taken the urgency out of things,' I say, 'I think perhaps a nice, long fuck is in order now, don't you?'

Kisses and Cuddles,

Lorna Blu xxx

Thursday, January 18th 2024

Dragons Den Sex Game

Hello, my Friends,

Here’s an idea of mine which should warm you up in this bitterly cold weather.

I'm not a regular watcher of the TV program, but recently I had an idea for a business proposal to pitch to the panel on "Dragon's Den". As I can't see the BBC broadcasting my idea any time soon, I'm going to give you an uncensored version of my presentation. Let’s see what you make of it!

I think that in addition to the usual escort services - where everything that might take place is between consenting adults and the implication is that anything goes - there's a niche for an alternative type of encounter, one for full sexual intercourse definitely does not take place. I like to think of it as "plausible deniability" for the client, in much the same way that a certain former US President was willing to go on the record and say that he "did not have sexual relations with that woman" when the blue dress of a certain White House intern was covered in his spunk after she gave him a blow job and he came over her tits.

So, the aim is not to have sex, at least in the conventional sense. Instead, male clients - and possibly female ones, if they like the sound of it! - would pay to take part in a "game" that I would play with the client, and one of my "double delight" colleagues.

In the game, my colleague and I would compete. We would initially start fully dressed, but as the client watched the opening stages of the game would see us kiss and strip each other, down to a standard outfit where we are topless, wearing only stockings, suspenders, and panties. Each of the two "double delighters" gets to choose gloves for her opponent - long, opera-style gloves in silk or latex, along with footwear, to be chosen from high heels, calf-length boots or thigh-highs. When we are both undressed and in our standard outfits, then the game moves into its second phase.

In this stage of the competition, each of us takes a five-minute turn at handling the client's genitals. The girl doing the handling must keep at least one gloved hand on the man's penis or testicles, and make a continuous movement designed to make him come. However, her aim is not to make him come, because she loses a point if he comes while she is touching him like this.

The exact opposite goes for the non-handling girl. She doesn't get to touch the man's erection or testicles during these five minutes. Instead, she is allowed to kiss or nuzzle the man, talk to him in any way she thinks he will enjoy, and offer any part of her body for fondling, kissing, or fingering. If he ejaculates while she is doing this, she wins the point that the other girl has lost.

At the end of five minutes, the two girls change places and roles and the game continues.

The game continues this way to the end of the five-minute period, regardless of whether he has come or not. This means that if he has come, the man gets at least a little time to recover, making it more likely that he would be able to come when the "handover" occurs. This gives a girl a chance to "break back", and thus even up the score over her opponent

There is a variation of the game where we change places as soon as the guy has come. This would make it possible for one girl to keep scoring points by getting him back to hardness, just in time for him to come at the next changeover. The client would be asked if he preferred this variation of the rules.

One of the techniques available to the "chatter" would be to ask the man where he would like to come. The girl holding his penis is then obliged to let him shoot there. She is not allowed to clear away any ejaculate, letting it remain there on her body until the end of the game. The "chatter" may, if she wishes, play with any come on her opponent's body, or take it on her fingers or into her mouth, if she feels that this would make it more likely for her client to come again sooner.

At the end of a pre-arranged time limit - thirty or sixty minutes, say - we would total up the number of come shots on each girl, and decide which girl came out on top. I think there's little doubt that the real winner would be the guy, though!

Fancy a game?

Hugs and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, November 25th 2023

My latest Blog

Hello Everyone,

If you are a follower of my blogs, you'll have noticed that they have been few and far between recently.
This is because they keep getting removed by the moderators of this site. They don't tell you why, they just give you a long list of possible reasons. I really can't fathom why.

As you can imagine, my blogs are very time-consuming and require a lot of thought and effort. It's really frustrating to constantly get them rejected.

Anyway, what I will do in the future is ... if my blog gets deleted from here, I will post it on my 'Erotica section', so do check periodically.

Hugs and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Tuesday, October 31st 2023

Satanic Love

Hello my dear friends!

Happy Halloween!

Now I don't know about you, but at this time of year my thoughts turn to chilly dark nights, remote houses, and rituals performed under flickering lights and open log fires.
One of my more unusual friends is a devotee of a certain figure he calls "The Dark Master", and though I don't necessarily go along with all his beliefs, he seems prepared to accept my scepticism provided I take part in the rather kinky goings-on he manages to think up. There's always an excellent home-cooked dinner at his events, and the after-dinner entertainment is usually delightfully naughty and imaginative!

I wasn't completely sure about getting in contact with James to begin with if I'm honest - there's been so much happening in my world recently! - but in the end, I decided I'd give him a call and see if he did want to get together. I found his contact number in my phone book and clicked on it. It rang half a dozen times, then went to voicemail. I thought about it, then rang off without leaving a message.

Twenty seconds later my phone rang. He apologised, saying he couldn't get to his phone in time. I could tell he was a little breathless, and there was a suspiciously regular background noise.

'James!' I said, pretending to be upset, 'I thought I was your favourite willing victim!'

'But of course you are, my darling!'

I wasn't convinced.

'OK, James, what's her name?' I asked.

In his favour, he didn't try to cover anything up.

'Sophie,' he replied, 'Thirty-three, I think...'

'Thirty-one!' came an irritated voice in the background.

So, he'd managed to annoy two women in the space of half a minute. This could be awkward!

'Interesting! Tell me about her. What's her favourite position, for instance?'

He didn't answer straight away, speaking after a brief aside to the woman in his bed.

'It's Lorna. You know, the one I was telling you about?'

Totally unfazed, she called out to the phone.

'Hi Lorna! At the minute it's cowgirl! Hang on a little.'

There was a rustle and the sound of a phone being passed from one to another. Then Sophie's voice came through much more clearly.

'Is that better? I've taken the phone off James now. He's lying flat on the bed and I'm sitting on him, moving up and down. Hasn't he got a nice cock?'

She moaned.

'Oh, and now he's got two hands-free, he's squeezing both my tits while I fuck him. He likes tits a lot, I think. He certainly likes yours by the sound of it!'

'Really?' I asked, 'Did he say what he's got in mind for me?'

'Actually, he's kind of leaving that for me,' said Sophie, 'In fact, I'm really glad you've called. I'd like to run some ideas past you if that's OK?'

I chuckled a little to myself. I thought only James would think of ringing me back mid-sex. I imagined him getting extra aroused by the thought of the woman he was fucking, talking to the woman he was hoping to fuck, about how he was going to fuck her. In fact, I recall many moons ago giving him a blow job while he was on the phone to his wife! Oh yes, he is a naughty boy!

Then I thought how Sophie was feeling as we had this strange conversation, creating a fantasy for a woman she had never met and the man she was screwing. I could imagine Sophie was taking an unconventional delight in the arrangement. I suddenly found myself wishing I had placed a video call - I wanted to see her taking him! A voice from the mobile startled me back to reality
'Are you still there, Lorna?'
Sophie's voice sounded a little shaky. I didn't think she was one to be nervous, so I guessed she was feeling those signs in her body, the little shifts and involuntary movements, that if she was anything like me were telling her an orgasm wasn't too far away. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

'Still here,' I said, 'hold on a moment.'

I put the phone on loudspeaker and set it down on my bedside table. I wanted my hands free as well! I hoped they heard the sound my zip made as I pulled it down. I didn't want to be the only one not coming. My fingers worked quickly - I had some catching up to do!

'OK, lovely Sophie,' I began, 'tell me what you've got in mind for me!'

There was a pause, then some moaning.

'I'm going to slow down a bit,' explained Sophie, 'I want to make this last.'

James interrupted.

'Hi Lorna,' he said, 'you know I like to try something new for each of our get-togethers. I thought I would ask Sophie for some feminine input on the subject.'

I could hear my new friend panting and moaning a little more, no doubt feeling James's full cock moving inside her.

'Are you sure, James? That sounds suspiciously like about eight inches of rather masculine input to me!'

'Well, Sophie started out fantasising about what should happen to you, then as her ideas came tumbling out one thing led to another and ... well, here we are.'

The was a break in conversation. The rhythmic noises got faster for a few seconds, then there was a little gasp as my new girlfriend came. I found it surprisingly intimate. My hand moved a little faster, wishing I was in that bed, rather than at the other end of the line. I gave Sophie a few seconds to recover, then gently asked,

'So Sophie, are you up to telling me what you've got in mind? I note James hasn't come yet, and neither have I, though you have got me rubbing myself off thinking about your plans! So, tell me what's in store, and we'll see who is the next to come!'

I meant what I said. I was intrigued at what she might have come up with. I knew James would be hanging on her words, trying desperately not to come too early!

'Well,' she began (quite breathlessly), 'I thought to begin with it would start with just the pair of you. Having one of those late dinners I know you both enjoy. Perhaps you would catch one or two glimpses of a servant who wasn't here last time you visited. A new maid, helping serve the meal. You'd be interested, and you'd ask James about her. He'd be a little evasive, and ask why you were interested in her, in that knowing way he has. Something like,

"Why? Would you like to have her?"

'And then you'd say

"Maybe. Would she like that?"

And James would say, "I don't know. But what has it got to do with her?"

'And then you'd grin, and chink glasses and both think about what you were going to get up to with that poor, unsuspecting maid.'
(By now I had made a metal note to get into Sophie's panties as soon as possible!)

'Go on,' I said.

'Well, perhaps at the end of the meal you and James would be having just one more drink, before getting down to your naughty plans. You'd be looking out of the big window in the long lounge, and you'd notice that there seemed to be a couple of extra cars in the car park. Even allowing for yours, James's and Sophie's, there would be three more. You'd be just about to ask James what he was doing, when suddenly you'd feel a little dizzy and very sleepy. Fortunately, James and I would be right there to catch you when you passed out...'

(There was quite a dark turn in this story, I noticed! Perhaps it was just as well I was on the mobile after all!)

'When you woke up, you'd find yourself in James's ritual room. You know the one I mean, I think?'

(I did indeed! If I remembered rightly, it was large, dark, and set up for all sorts of grown-up activites!)

'You'd be on the altar there. You'd lift your head a little, and find you were wearing a lovely black satin robe, with nothing on underneath. You'd see the peaks in the cloth where your nipples jutted stiffly on your boobs. You'd go to get up, and find your hands were clamped down to the altar. You'd realize your legs were also restrained, but not together. Instead, your ankles would be chained in a lovely wide "Y" shape. You would start to wonder what was about to happen to you...'

(Actually by now I had a pretty bloody good idea what was would be about to happen to me! I interrupted her.)

'Hi Sophie, before you go any further, can I ask a couple of questions? Just to make certain we're on the same page, if you know what I mean.'

'Sure.'

She sounded a little nervous, perhaps worried that I was going to spoil her (and probably James's) special fantasy.

'OK, so it's been a lovely dinner and now the evening is about to get intimate. Well, I say intimate, but would I be right in thinking those cars you mentioned were how James's extra guests got to his house? Secret guests I didn't know about ?'

'Um...kind of.'

'OK. And this black, satin gown? I love the idea of the gown, by the way, but I get the idea you chose the colour and the fabric because it would look so...spectacular...if it was covered in spunk. Great big gobbets of spunk, pools of come, from those secret guests, perhaps?'

'Er, yes.'

'Hmm. Well, I'm glad you asked for my input, because there are a couple of suggestions I'd like to make. If that is OK with you?'

'Sure.'

I tried to think of the best way of expressing what I had to say.

'The main thing is that kind of sounds like a bukkake session. More satanism than usual, for sure, but still a bunch of guys queuing up to blow their loads on me. Now the thing is that 'm not a big fan of bukkake. So there are a couple of suggestions I could make, such as the maid being involved. That way she could toss each guy off in turn, making sure that none gets onto the target's hair. Just aim for her tits and tummy, say. Make it a rule that they can only come between her knees and her neck. With me?'

'OK...'

She sounded encouraged that I wasn't dismissing it out of hand! I went on,

'Now, I know accidents can happen. So could I suggest a piece of that satin, folded into a blindfold? That has the advantage of an extra air of mystery, you see.'

'Yes...'
The phone had gone a little quieter when I interrupted Sophie. Now I heard background noises once more and guessed that she had gone back to fucking James again.

'So the altar, the restraints, the gown, the guys spunking. All that stays the same! The blindfold keeps the hair clean, plus it keeps the guys anonymous. Does that sound OK to you?'

I heard Sophie saying 'Yes!', though I couldn't tell if it was my suggestions or something she was doing with James's erection that was responsible.

'Oh, and another little suggestion before you go...or should I say come?

The reply I got was difficult to make out! It was somewhere between 'uh’ and 'aaaah!' I waited a couple of seconds, then said,

'It's a great role-play idea, but could we swap roles? I'll play the maid - I've already got the costume - and you play the willing victim. That is if you're OK with getting covered in all that creamy hot spunk from all those horny devil-worshippers?'

I didn't expect to get an answer from her right away. I heard the pair of them move up a gear, and a voice that I hardly recognised saying something like, "Go on, shoot it all up me you bastard!", then two voices moaning and screaming as he did just that. I waited for a couple of minutes, then hung up.

I'll give them a couple of days to get back in touch. It'll give me time to find that lovely maid outfit!

Hugs and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, June 9th 2023

The Seaside and the Virgin

Hello my Friends,

I absolutely love this time of the year! Lovely weather and lots of Bank Holidays. Let me tell you what happened on my recent sunny bank holiday on a beach in south western England …
I had just decided that my original intended distraction for the day was too fond of himself to have much thought left over for my needs. I mean, he was a good-looking guy, with a tight young body, but I just got the sense he wanted a woman's body as something to wank into, if you'll pardon my crudity! Not what I was looking for at all.

Luckily things started looking up almost straight away, when I received a text from the young guy who had sold me the wet suit I was wearing to the beach. I thought back to how James had reacted, when he saw the way the snug-fitting neoprene rubber jacket clung to the curves of my body. I thought for a little while, to come up with a reasonable excuse to test James's commitment to customer service, and dialled the number.

It was quite a short conversation. I had described a vague problem with my purchase; I told him I was delighted with it in general, but I was a little afraid I was going to have problems with it. I asked him if I could pop back to the shop with it, but he said he was about to start his lunch hour and he could pop out and meet me, if I liked? I liked the idea very much and told him so. I'm sure it wasn't my imagination, but I sensed a little relief, as if he had had to psyche himself up to suggesting it. I described where I said we might meet, then hung up.

About ten minutes later, I heard a hesitant

'Lorna?'

I put down my book, and smiled up at him.

'James! How lovely! Thank you for doing this!'

'No problem, happy to...'

He paused. I might have been imagining things again, but it seemed to me he was thinking of saying something nice and complimentary, but unsure if he would spoil his chances if he said too much this early in the conversation. What he needed, I thought, was a neutral response, with a degree of understanding, and just enough encouragement to let him know I didn't bite. So, I just ploughed straight in, describing my imaginary problem.

'I love the top, but as it's the first time I've ever worn something like this, I'm a little unsure about possibly breaking the zipper.'

'I see. Could you describe what makes you think that?'

'It just seems...oh, how should you phrase it? It seems...well, it seems not to run as easily as I thought it would. Do you know what I mean?'

He blushed again, the way he had when he sold it to me in the morning. He seemed to be hesitating before saying something obvious.

'You're, er, concerned that it might be a bit stiff?'

'Yes, that's what I'm saying, I suppose.'

I beamed at him, tilted my head slightly, and looked as innocent as I possibly could while I did so. You might not believe it, but I can do innocence better than almost anyone I know!
He hesitated again, and half-stammered,

'Would you...would you like to show me?'

'Love to!'

I smiled again, and stood with my shoulders back, in my best 'Barbara Windsor' pose. He waited for a few seconds, then said,

'Are you...do you want me to...'

'Oh, sorry! Yes, I meant you could do the zipping part. The unzipping part really, isn't it? That way you can tell if it's doing what it should. And it's your fault if it breaks.'

I smiled once more, trying to make it seem as if it was the most natural thing for us to be doing. Which, in a sense, it was. He put his hand towards my chest, only to jump a little when I blurted out,
'Hold on!'

He looked startled. I went on,

'Oh no, not that kind of hold on! I meant wait a second. I was just going to make it a little easier.'

I looked down, away from his rather fetching grey eyes, and towards the ground. I let him think I was concentrating on my top, but it was more the lower part of his body I was checking out. I looked up into his eyes, then brought my hands up to my breasts. I cupped each one, and lifted and pressed them together.

'Go on.'

He licked his lips, then took hold of the tag of the zip fastener. It really did seem to catch for a while, but with a little extra pull it started to move. He unzipped it, very gently, opening a dark valley between my boobs. When he reached the edge, the place where the zip stopped going out and began to move inwards, he paused, and looked at me for guidance.

'Go on,' I whispered, 'does it go round the corner ok?'

He pulled the zip downwards another three inches, then stopped.

'Ah, that seems to...well, it's what I would expect.'

'Oh, right. Would you do it up again, James?'

I was being a dreadful tease here, and I felt a little sorry for him. But I had decided how I could make it up to him. He bit his lower lip a little, and started to pull the fastener upwards, closing the gap he had opened onto my braless breasts. I looked into his eyes again, sensing the disappointment he was feeling about not being a little braver. He drew the zipper up to my throat, and let it go, his hand almost hovering as if he wanted to hold me. I smiled again.

'Oh, so it was alright all along? I should have just trusted my judgement! OK, if you just wait there, I'll give it a go myself.'

I took hold of the zip. It moved easily enough now, so I slowed down, listening to the faint click as each tooth was unmeshed from the next. I took the zip down to where James had, then looked up at his face, and unzipped down to my belly button. I bit my lower lip the way he had. As he looked into my eyes, trying desperately not to glance at my boobs, I breathed in deeply. I then pulled the zip back up, one clacking tooth after another, until I had to pause.

'Ah, I thought this might happen! Could you give me a hand, James?'

He reached for the zipper, expecting me to let go of it. I smiled again, and gently shook my head at him.

'Perhaps i should have said two hands, James!'

Another hesitation.

'Go on.'

On my way to the beach after leaving his shop I had imagined him and what he might have got up to at the thought of my body. Now he was here, and I was smilingly ordering to do what he had looked to be dying to do. He spread his fingers, and tenderly pushed my breasts together. I sighed, and began pulling the zip up again. When I reached the end of the zipper I let go, then moved my hands on top of his, pressing them into my boobs. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, inviting a kiss. He understood, and though he was a little clumsy, he took the hint. I let his tongue do what it wanted, then after a while pulled my face away.

'Do you have to go back to work, James?'

'I should do.'

'Still on your lunch hour, eh? How long do you have left?'

'About fifteen minutes...'

'OK. That's not really long enough for anything slow and romantic, is it? I'll make you a deal. You take care of my zip, I'll take care of yours.'

I put my hand to his groin, and worked my fingers across his crotch, searching for his fly. I unzipped him, then reached inside to get him out. He seemed shell-shocked, and I even wound up having to undress myself. With one hand pumping a very nice, uncircumcised cock, I reached for the zipper of my wet suit, and pulled it down to my belly button again. His mouth seemed to be blowing bubbles as I bent down, and pressed his length in between my boobs. I rocked up and down a little, then scolded him a little.

'You know, you're allowed to move as well, James!'

I pushed by breasts together, so the entire length of his cock was trapped between my full, soft breasts. I didn't think he would last very long, but even so I was a little surprised when he started to come as quickly as he did. But my surprise at the speed of his orgasm was dwarfed by my surprise at the amount he shot over my breasts - great spurts of spunk that flooded my cleavage and splashed onto my chin and throat.

'Bloody hell, James, looks like you needed that!' I said, 'How long has it been since you last...?'

My voice tailed off as I saw his face. He was grinning, and at the same time close to tears. I understood straight away. I said nothing, letting him take care of getting himself looking respectable again. When he had finished, I kissed his hand, then held it as I spoke.

'Listen,' I said, I'm staying here all over the Weekend. I've got nothing planned so far, except to have a nice time. What I mean is, my time is my own. And you?'

'I stay with my dad when I'm down here over holidays and stuff,' he said, 'So nothing I can't...put off.'

I nodded.

'So, this evening...?'

He nodded.

'I'd like that if you'd like that.'

'I think I might,' I said, 'But I should warn you, I do have some rules.'

He looked a little startled, but relaxed as I went on.

'Yes, there's one particular rule I made for myself a good while back. I don't mind sleeping with a virgin, but I draw the line at waking up with one. Are you OK with that?'

He looked eager and nodded, so I reminded him he was supposed to be going back to work!

'Oh, and you've had lunch and I haven't, so I should point out I'm a little hungry here!'

I still had his hand in mine, so I took it and pressed it into my cleavage. His fingers came out covered in his own cum. I kissed and sucked them clean.

'So, I'll do another trade with you. You buy me dinner, and I'll buy you breakfast!'

Roll on August Bank Holiday!

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxxx

Tuesday, March 21st 2023

Tie and Tease

Hello my dear Friends,

Sorry for neglecting my blog recently – I’ve had a lot going on in my life.
Anyway, I’ll tell you about n rather unusual experience I had recently …

I got a message through a social media app, apparently from a close friend. I had to read it two or three times, trying to work out if it was for real or not.

It was setting me up with what seemed like a blind date, but knowing who it seemed to come from I knew it wouldn't be the usual kind of blind date! Apart from the date and the address it went into a few details, mostly to do with how I should dress, but left others mysteriously unspecified. There was a request to go along with "him" (my un-named date) and whatever he wanted, and telling me that it was all perfectly OK, that he was perfectly OK, and that he would be both "safe" and "generous". While "generous" is always nice to hear, I found it a little off-putting that my contact had to describe him as being "safe"!

I tried ringing back to find out a little more but I couldn't get through. My call was cut off, as if in a meeting or with somebody. I thought for a moment about calling again, but then another message came through.

'Can't say more. It will spoil the surprise! But it really is sound.'

The choice of that particular word reassured me more than anything, so I decided to go along with the request. I dressed down for the occasion, as per my instructions. "Just natural," it said, then asked for jeans, t-shirt and a plain jacket or jumper. Oh, and boots. Nothing too extreme: ankle or calf ones were fine, apparently. No exotic underwear was required, and there was no need for a lot of jewellery. I decided a necklace would be ok, and went for cheap and cheerful, colourful beads, on a string that wouldn't take too much rough handling without breaking. (No sense ignoring basic safety precautions!). I looked in the mirror, decided I would pass muster, then jumped in my car.

I was just arriving at the address when another message came through. "Hi Lorna. Remember: just go with the flow. It won't take up much of your time! I'll expect to hear from you within the hour."

I was still a bit puzzled as I walked up to the door. It was a street of mostly older houses, a number of semi-detached, rather dull-looking places. I made sure I had the right number, then rang the doorbell. It opened more or less straight away, and a male voice asked me to come in, quickly closing the door behind me. He looked pleasant enough, about ten years younger than me, and with the sort of gentle look to his face that made it seem he was smiling. It was reassuring! I started to introduce myself, but his smiling face made a movement that was almost imperceptible, a brief turn left and right, with his eyes on mine all the time. I had put my hand out, ready to shake his, but instead of doing that he put a white paper envelope into my fingers. I lifted the flap and glanced into it. I didn't want to count it there and then, but I didn't need to do that to know there was quite a sizeable sum there. I nodded and slipped it into my purse.

"Shall we?"

His voice was gentle and somehow melodic. With a hand between my shoulders, he guided me through the first door in the hall, which led into a ground floor bedroom. The main curtains were open, but full-length nets meant nobody could see in. I could see - and sometimes hear - the occasional passers-by on the street. I don't know if it was intended to reassure me, but it did.

He stood next to me, one arm around my shoulder. He paused. I felt a tension through his hand as if he was savoring the moment, savoring the anticipation before he chose to act. I saw him lean a little towards me, so I leaned a little into him.

As an aside I think some people are fascinated by the way meetings can go sometimes, moving from meeting a stranger to sharing complete intimacy with him in minutes. This was even quicker. I reckoned a little less than a hundred seconds had passed between me ringing the doorbell and this delicious pause for anticipation. He had leant towards me, I had leant towards him, then I closed my eyes and lifted my face up to him. Inviting him. There was another pause, and then a man whose name I had yet to learn was putting his tongue into my mouth.

He was an excellent kisser! He understood that there is more to good French kissing than just depth and force (though of course, they play a part!) For instance, he started out gently but confidently working on my lips, taking my flesh inside his mouth, sometimes licking, sometimes biting gently. From the warmth of his breath on my face I became aware that he was breathing slowly and deeply as we kissed. It felt like he was building up to something. I also noticed that he had made no attempt to investigate my body, a thought that came to me as I felt his erection nudging into my waist.

We broke off from kissing. I could feel I was breathing faster. I brought my hand up, my fingers exploring the shape of his penis through his trousers. He exhaled as I fondled him, but he made no attempt to explore me, despite my dropping hints that he could. Perhaps it was time to get a little more obvious. I made my voice low and husky.

'You know, I've found that a lot of men seem to enjoy touching my breasts,' I said, 'Don't you think you might too? Touching them....holding them... squeezing them...?'

'All in good time,' he said, 'First things first, though.'
He took my wrists in his hand and kissed the soft skin inside my forearms. His lips were soft on my skin and I gave a little involuntary laugh. He gently bit my skin, then kissed me there again. This time I managed not to giggle. When I thought about it the sensation really was very pleasant. He paused again, just a few seconds. I thought of what it meant, and I realised he was psyching himself up to do something that both attracted him but also somehow made him afraid. I remembered the words of the message I had received as I arrived - "go with the flow", as well as the one before that, about it being "sound". I hoped I wasn't wrong about the sender. He breathed in. Here came the moment of truth.

There was a small set of drawers next to the bed. He opened one and took something out.

'Would you mind putting your hands behind your back, please? I won't hurt you, I promise.'

The thing was, I knew what was coming. I knew now what he wanted to do, and I knew it was the sort of situation that I wouldn't normally let anybody do, not on a first meet and not even a ninety-ninth meet. Not without some safety net! I realised I was relying on the sender of those messages to keep me safe. I paused for a moment, looked into those kind eyes, then breathed in, and put my hands behind my back.

He was quick - very efficient! - and good. I have been tied up before, of course, but the ease and speed came second to the comfort of the finished job. I tried to get my hands apart, but even though the tie was very comfortable, I couldn't free myself (and I am quite skilled at it!).

Then he crouched down in front of me and took hold of my ankles, bringing them together, then produced some more rope. He made a loop around my ankles, then wound the remainder round in neat circles. With four coils in place round my calves, he cinched the ropes together and tied a knot to prevent it from unraveling.

He stopped and thought for a moment, then took another length of rope and tied my legs together once more, this time above the knee. Again, he made four circuits of my thighs, then cinched the loops and tied them off.

'Not too tight, I hope?' he said, 'I love the look of a tie, on shapely legs like yours, but I don't want it hurting. I want you to enjoy it too.'

He looked at me, his eyes travelling from head to foot and back again. I thought for a moment he might try to gag me, but that wasn't on his agenda.

'Now, what was it you said? About your breasts? Refresh my memory.'

'I asked if you wanted to touch them.'

I wasn't sure if he wanted me to be a frightened victim or a woman who was secretly rather pleased to be tied up. In the end I went with "matter of fact", as if being trussed up like this was something that happened to me every day.

Anyway, he stood close behind me, and put his hands round the front of my body, holding one thumb in the other and resting his fingertips just above the waistband of my trousers. Once more he waited a little, and I listened to him breathing by my ear as he imagined what my boobs would feel like. Then he took a deep breath, lifted his hand, and found out.

I don't know if it was the gradual way he went about it, the gentleness of his fondling, or the build-up of tension, but when his fingers closed over my breasts I felt a tingle run through me. I can't think of exactly what he did so well, but I felt I was in the presence of a master, who was going to feel my tits up like no other man had ever done. I felt a lovely warm glow in my chest and crotch, and I leaned back on him and tried to make it as easy as I could for those lovely fingers to get to me. My bound hands brushed against a very hard erection, and I moved my hand to take hold of him. I felt him breathing, then gently kissing the side of my neck. I whispered to him,

'You do realise you'll have to untie my legs if you're going to fuck me?'

I heard him chuckle.

'Who said anything about fucking?'

Which intrigued me plenty!

Still standing behind me, he started to work on my clothing. Putting his hand down my neckline, then sliding it into my bra, his fingers worked across the skin of my breast, past what was by now a very firm nipple, crying out for the touch of some teeth, then lifted and pulled the entire breast until it was exposed. He worked methodically, so I knew he would do exactly the same thing again. With my arms behind me, my chest was pushed forward slightly, and I imagine my tits must have jutted quite spectacularly over my top!

I was a little surprised when he stopped fondling me, but he plainly had a script in mind to follow. His fingers moved to my waist. Here he undid my belt, the button of my trouser fastening, then unzipped the fly. Working as delicately as he could - which wasn't actually all that delicate, on account of the rope around my lower thighs! - he opened the waist of my trousers, and edged them downwards. I thought he might leave my panties in place, but once he had worked the trousers down a few inches, he took another deep breath and pulled the panties down as well. I judged he would have been able to see the puffy mound between my legs, and the upper part of my outer labia. Oh, and a good part of my bottom cheeks.

Once again, he waited a little, taking in the way my body was on display for him. Then his mouth was on my neck, kissing my cheek. I remember thinking at this point that only a complete slut would turn her face to let him kiss her open mouth. So, can you guess what I did?

I think he enjoyed it the taste of my mouth. I gave him some tongue, and when he pushed back into my mouth, I bit his tongue a little. He retaliated by pinching my nipples with the nails of his thumbs and index fingers. He chewed my lower lip - very delicately - and I felt his arms moving around my body. Almost without realising what was going on, he put one arm around my shoulder, the other down behind my legs, and then in one movement he scooped me up, cradling me, and carried me to the bed.

He laid me on my side along the bed, nearer to the bottom than the top. He took a pillow from the head of the bed and put it under the side of my head and positioning my body into a kind of S shape. When he was happy with the way I was arranged, he looked into my eyes and undid his trousers in much the same way he had done mine, dropping them to the middle of his thighs. His cock stuck out quite powerfully. He was circumcised and had shaved his pubes, so the contrast between the hot purple flesh and rather grey trousers was pronounced. He got onto the bed beside me, also lying on his side, facing me. I was still slightly puzzled as what exactly he had on his script.

He lay there, waiting again, before asking me in a voice that seemed to tremble slightly,

'Tell me, Lorna, do you know what irrumatio is?'

I have quite a large vocabulary when it comes to sexual matters, but this wasn't a word I used very often. I thought for a moment, then tried a couple of informed guesses.

'Um...face-fucking? Throat-fucking?'

Now it was my turn to pause for a few seconds, before saying calmly,
'Okay.'
Then he set about turning around on the bed, so we lay head to feet beside each other, and he moved towards my head. I opened my mouth wide for him.

His cock was smooth and warm. It smelt and tasted clean. Once it was inside my mouth, he began to move to and fro. It was altogether different to a normal blow job or even 69. My 'role' was simply to lie there and take it, as he moved his hips and thrust into my mouth. He put a hand behind my head at first, to make sure I didn't pull away. When he worked out I wasn't going to recoil, he took this hand away, moving it to the exposed part at the front of my trousers, and used it to finger me. He worked his other hand under my body and used it to hold my bum, kneading the flesh of my buttock while his fingers worked inside me.

I remember thinking when started that he was being optimistic, but all the way through the episode had been more arousing than I would have thought beforehand. It wasn't too much of a surprise when I found he was giving me a nice, tingly orgasm, the sort where your body clenches into a knot of tension that dissipates into a glowing, warm release. I have sometimes found myself soaking wet after this kind of climax, but not this time.

He was still moving deep in my mouth as I came. I wondered for a moment if I ought to stop and ask if he wanted to fuck me more conventionally, but then I decided that it was his script, and he would probably prefer it to play out the way he had imagined things. Besides, I could feel him speeding up. No sense to interrupt things now. One of the text messages came back to me "Lorna - just go with the flow" - so I lay there and let him fuck my mouth.

He was breathing more deeply now. He took his hand from my bum and slid it down to my shoulder, while the hand that he had used to bring me off moved back to my head. I could smell my juices on his fingers, then they slid through the fine hairs at the back of my neck. With my head "trapped" - only symbolically, I wouldn't have wanted to miss this! - his thrusting hips accelerated, and he started to ejaculate.

I don't particularly go in for deep throat. I prefer the sensation of a cock spurting into my mouth, and the lovely, silky feel that a man's spunk gives to his warm flesh when he comes this way. That said not everybody likes the flavour, and I know some women like to take it deep so they don't get anywhere they can taste it! Then again, it was his fantasy, not mine, so I just let him hold my head the way he wanted to and pump his load down my throat.

We lay together for a few seconds, then began the sometimes-embarrassing business of extracting ourselves from positions that were not just comfortable but positively pleasurable a short while before. He sat up first, then lifted me into a sitting position as well, before reaching round behind me to untie my wrists. Our faces came close together while he did this, and he flushed a little at us being so close. I crossed my eyes, to make him laugh. It worked. I leaned forward put my arms on his shoulders, then pulled him a little closer to kiss him. Affectionately, rather than passionately.

'It's funny how this can feel awkward, isn't it?' he said.

I nodded, and let go of him, turning my attention to undoing the ropes around my legs.

'Especially considering what we were just up to,' I said.

He nodded, a little dreamily.

Having undone the ropes, I was about to get my clothes back to their pre-sex condition, then had second thoughts. It felt a little odd, and it must have looked a little odd too, as I sat there with my tits sticking out proudly and my trousers pulled down far enough to show I how recently I had shaved, but I found myself saying to him,

'Oh, is it OK if I...?'

He nodded again. I began dressing and felt as if I had to explain.

'Only I didn't like to rush you. I meant it when I said you could fuck me if you wanted. Still could now...if you wanted?'

He smiled and shook his head.

'Sorry. Not what I planned for! Not this time. Besides, I don't think I could, after that last load!'

I was sure I could prove him wrong on that score, but that wouldn't be going with the flow! We got dressed, straightened up, then he walked me to the door, a little shyly. We kissed once more, tenderly. I didn't want to come on too strong, but I didn't object when he slipped his tongue in. Then he opened the door. I looked back at him.

'Will I be seeing you again?'

'Oh, yes!'

The door closed behind me, and I walked to the car before looking at the envelope he'd given me. I was still counting when there was a ping on my mobile and a text message came through.

'So? How did it go? Need to hear it all! My place for coffee and debriefing? A'

A coffee seemed a good idea, and since my friend Annabelle makes a point of buying only good stuff I was more than happy to drop by. It would also give me a chance to find out a bit more about my date whose name, as I found out, was Will. We settled down together and she explained that he had been a regular with her for quite a while, but not a frequent client. Just as I thought, he liked having little scenarios planned out before, but preferred to keep them to himself. When he tried to book for the fourteenth she initially thought she wouldn't be able to make it, so she put me forward instead.

'Will likes it when you get on the same sort of wavelength,' Annabelle explained, 'When you can fit in with the script without being told what to do. If you can manage that you can make him a very happy bunny indeed. That's what I meant about him being generous. And it helps that he has such a nice cock, of course! So what did you get up to with him?'

I told her my story. She seemed surprised when she heard the details.

'What? He tied you up first and then face-fucked you?'

'Doesn't he do that with you, then?'

'Does he fuck! He's always sub with me. I usually tie him up, in fact.'

'Well, he wasn't very sub with me...'

My voice tailed off. I could see Annabelle looking at me a little thoughtfully as she drank, filing away the fact that it looked as though I had enjoyed the experience!

'Hmm. No, he does what he's told when I see him. If he's been a good boy, I might let him have a happy ending...'

Now it was Annabelle's turn to turn dreamy! In my mind, a penny dropped, as a story she had told me last year came back to me.
'Wait a minute! Is this the guy you wrapped in clingfilm then made him give you a titfuck? The one who came everywhere and you even got some up your nose?'

Annabelle made a pretense about playing it cool.

'Might be.'

We took sips of our coffee at the same time, then sat in silence for a few seconds. I broke the silence.

'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'

'Depends. Does your thinking involve getting your own back?'

'Well, I wasn't really out for revenge as such so much as taking things in a different direction. I bet he can go like a jackhammer, when he's allowed to.'

'I suppose I could take a turn at being submissive.'

'I suppose I could take a turn at being a bit more dominant.'

Annabelle put her cup down.

'With me or with Will?'

'Either,' I said, 'Or both, if you prefer.'

'You have a filthy mind, Lorna Blu. I like it! Hold on a minute.'

She got up and started looking for something in a drawer, then brought a book back to where we were sitting.

'What's that, Annabelle?'

'Diary for 2024. I'm going to make sure we're both available for the next rendezvous!

As an extra bonus this week, I've added a voice story in my erotica - all about Lorna from another Galaxy!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Monday, January 30th 2023

Lady Love (couple fun)

Hello my dear friends,

If you've seen my profile before, then you know how fond I am of erotic lingerie. (And if you haven't seen my profile before you're in for a treat!) Well, this meeting was something of an exception, because there wasn't a corset or suspender belt to be seen. In fact, it was almost puritanical, in terms of what we wore. But it just goes to show once again that the most erogenous part of the human body is in the head!

To begin with the meeting was one where I had been booked for a threesome by a mature couple. Sometimes such couples are swingers who revel in their adventurous lifestyles, but this particular couple sounded far less extreme. It seems they had decided to push their boundaries a bit, but were a little unsure how hard to push. So, they did some research and, to cut a long story short, they decided to book me to see how much pushing they might enjoy! We spent a little time getting to know each other on phone calls and online, and before long I was on the road to their cottage.

We chatted for a while once I got there, sizing each other up and trying to get a feel for how things might go. I think it's important with first-timers for everybody to feel comfortable with each other. I certainly liked the way things were shaping up. Andy, the husband, was a few years younger than his wife, and it looked as if his outdoor job kept him in pretty good shape. His wife Suzie was in better than pretty good shape - she was amazing! A trim body, which she'd kept despite having two kids ("it's OK, the girls are away at Uni"), lovely pale skin, almost wrinkle-free, and to cap it all she was wearing a lovely shade of lipstick. Her dark hair was short, wavy and, she admitted, not all her own work. Just the memory of it now makes me...I'm sorry, I'm getting distracted!

It didn't take me long to decide how I was going to try and play this seduction. We went upstairs and I suggested Suzie go into the bedroom and slip into something more comfortable. She warned me that her nightclothes were more practical than erotic - traditional-style nightdresses with buttons. That sounded fine for what I had in mind, so on impulse I asked if she had another that I could wear. She disappeared to the cupboard, and came back with an ankle-length cotton nightdress in blue and white stripes. I smiled at Suzie, then headed off to the bathroom to change. When I came out, I was naked under the nightdress. Andy was standing there, his face a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty.

'I want you to stay here,' I told him, 'don't think of coming in until we ask for you.'

He looked a little crestfallen, so I made sure he knew he wouldn't be missing out. I slipped my arms up around his neck and nestled my boobs into him, pushing my groin into him in a circular motion. I took his hand and put it on my breast, then reached down and felt my way along his cock, easing it out of his boxers through the material of his trousers. With it making a fine tent-pole in front of him, I knelt and gently bit into his flesh through the cloth. Then I stood up, kissed him - affectionately rather than passionately - and told him,

'It may be some time before we want you, but you'll know when you get the call. In the meantime, think of us getting warmed up for you - it'll be worth it!'

Then I leaned close to whisper my chosen signal to him, so that Suzie wouldn't hear the plan. I turned and walked into the bedroom. Suzie was already in the bed, an old-fashioned metal framework with large knobs on each post. I told her I approved.

'I bet it's great for tying each other down to, isn't it?'

'I suppose it would be,' she replied, 'it's just we've never done that. Have...?'

I stood by the bed, looking down at her as she realised she was talking to a woman she had just paid for her experience in this matter! I didn't want her to feel bad, though. Instead, I just asked,

'May I?'

She nodded, and lifted back the bedclothes. She had a similar nightdress on, but with one important difference. The row of buttons down the front of hers went all the way down to the hem. On the one I was wearing they only reached down to my tummy. Hers was also not quite as tight a fit, but that had less to do with buttons than our respective figures! I climbed into bed beside her, and pulled the bedclothes up over our shoulders. We sat in silence for a few seconds, a silence I was keen to keep from becoming awkward. I spoke in a whisper.

'I've told your husband he is to stay out till we invite him in. Is that OK with you?'

She nodded. She lay on her back, hands resting across her middle. I lay on one side, leaning across her slightly. I was deliberately close - there was no way she would be unaware of the weight of my breast resting on her shoulder and chest. As I went on speaking, I slowly reached up and undid the top button of her nightdress.

'How do you think you'll feel seeing Andy... getting physical with another woman?'

She looked thoughtful. I waited a few seconds, then undid two more buttons, in quick succession, before adding,

'With me, for instance?.'

I undid two more then paused. I looked at her, in what I hoped was a kind but intense way.

'How do you think you'll feel...' (another button) '...watching him fuck me?'

She gaped a little as I undid the next button. Suzie's mouth stayed open. I undid two more. I had my hand resting on her stomach by now. I could feel her belly button under my little finger.

'Perhaps you'd prefer if we started with me watching the two of you make love?'

I put my hand on her breastbone. I could feel her heart beating through her chest. It was fast. She held my gaze, I noticed. She seemed to be happy to be lead, for events to take their course. I found the thought of her willing to give herself to me like this wonderfully exciting.

'Well, we'll see,' I whispered, in the meantime, how about a little kissing?'

She looked a little nervous. I smiled to reassure her, putting my fingertips to her cheek.

'Don't worry! I meant my fingers. Just my fingers...'

I slid my hand so my fingers rested gently on those red lips. She pursed them, pushing them up to touch the skin of my fingertips.

'Just my fingers...' I repeated, then added in a slightly deeper, more intimate tone, 'And just the ones you want me to use on you.'

I held her gaze and offered the very tip of my middle finger up to her mouth. With her mouth closed she made a swallowing gesture, then looking into my eyes she opened her mouth and took the first joint of my middle finger into her mouth. She knew exactly what I meant. I put my ring finger there as well, and she took that inside too. I felt her tongue moving beneath them, and she lifted her head, straining to get more of my fingers inside. I felt the wetness of her mouth, the warmth of those lovely, smooth lips, and something else - an urgency as she twisted a little beneath me. She moved her hand to take hold of mine and lifted it from her mouth.

'Do it,' she said, 'Do it. Now. Don't let me change my mind.'

I felt her moving and realised she was using her other hand to undo the remaining buttons of her nightdress. When she had finished, she settled down into the mattress, parting her legs into a Y shape. She took my hand and guided it to her groin. She looked into my eyes and nodded - go on. So, I did.

She wanted taking, so I took her. Not too roughly. I twisted my middle fingers so they were one above the other, then penetrated her. She gasped a little, but shook her head at my unspoken question to her. No. Don't stop. Go on. She was ready enough, wet enough. It was only as my fingers went deeper that I realised she was unshaven. The edge of my palm came to rest against her mound and there were springy hairs against my skin.

She squeaked a little. I decided it was time to kiss her. I looked down at her face, her eyes closed now, her mouth open in a little 'o' of pleasure, louder each time I moved inside her. I leaned across and put my mouth to hers. I hesitated a little, then decided with my fingers this far up her she probably wouldn't object to some passionate kissing. I didn't have to force her; my tongue went in easily, and then I felt hers on mine, and the wetness of our shared kiss as I finger-fucked her. I murmured into her ear as she gasped,

'Try not to orgasm too quickly, Suzie. I've told your Andy he is allowed in the bedroom when he hears one of us come...'

As I said that, I started thrusting my fingers into her wetness quicker. She gave a low moan, a 'please don't stop, I'm nearly there' kind of moan. So of course, I stopped. What a tease I was being! She lay on her back, panting and horny. I took my fingers out of her pussy, and held my hand up in front of her face.

'One finger each,' I said, 'does that sound fair to you? Here, I'll go first.'

I saw her watching me, wondering if I meant what she thought I meant. Her eyes widened as she saw me twist my hand sideways a little, and take my very moist ring finger deep into my mouth. I made a show of enjoying her juices, then held up my middle finger in front of her face.

'Your turn. I've left the bigger one for you...'

She was a little unsure of how to approach the task I had set her, but not as reluctant as I feared she might be. She treated my finger like a smaller version of her husband's cock, taking it into her mouth like an erection, and moving her lips and tongue up and down its shaft quite enthusiastically. I smiled at her.

'First time?'

'Not really...I know what I taste like!'

She blushed a little on saying it, but it was clear there was a naughty side to Suzie. Good! But I liked the idea of still being in charge, keeping her a little off-balance.

'Well....in that case...'

I used the hand Suzie had just been licking to take hold of hers. I picked it up and placed it in the middle of my chest, then nodded at her. She looked a little puzzled.

'What do you want me to do, Lorna?'

'I'd like you to do whatever you think best, but things you could do include unbuttoning my nightdress, playing with my tits, fingering me to get me dripping wet, then maybe...no, that's enough for the time being.'

She looked slightly startled, then asked,

'Which one of those things do you particularly want me to do?'

'Particularly?' I asked. I made a face, as if I was struggling to decide, then answered languidly,

'Oh, all of them.'

I rolled over so I was on my back. Suzie's fingers worked on the line of buttons. When she had unbuttoned me as much as she could she peeled the top of the nightdress open, exposing my bare breasts to the air and her fascinated gaze.

'Am I allowed to...?'

'Darling, not only are you allowed to, you're bloody required to!'

Her fingertips delicately pinched my left nipple, exploring the rapidly firming flesh. I laid back, revelling in the sensations. I closed my eyes, and to my delight, Suzie took this as a cue to suckle at my right breast.

She became a little nervous.

'After what?'

'Why, Suzie, can't you guess? After you've found out what I taste like!'

I didn't say any more, but I let her know that everything we were doing now would be leading up to us giving each other oral sex. Her nightdress was completely undone, so it was quite easy to remove it completely and leave her delightfully naked beside me. Next, I sat up, with my legs folded beneath me, then put my arms up over my head while she undressed me. With the two of us naked, I brought the pillows from the head of the mattress to half-way down, placing one at each edge of the bed. She looked a little puzzled, so I simply said,

'It's a bit less strenuous if you've got something to rest your head on. Now, you should go above me, I think!'

I lay sideways on the mattress, my legs folding at my knees over the edge of the bed, then patted the mattress beside me to encourage Suzie to climb on top of me. She straddled me, but stayed on all fours, just above my body.

'There's only one rule,' I said, 'We each think of our partner first. Good girls finish second to get the reward!'

Then I began to eat her.

I had to raise my head to get my mouth on her to begin with, but after the first few strokes of my tongue on her clitoris it was as if she relaxed into the situation. Suzie lowered herself onto me, pert breasts against my belly, crotch close over my face and, best of all, a tongue that was keen to get to know my body.

Having got her half-way there with my fingers beforehand, I was fairly confident I could bring her off quickly, but it seems I had reckoned without Suzie and her hidden talents. I hadn't thought of her as having a particularly long tongue, but whatever she was doing to me felt somehow deeper, more insistent and above all more pleasurable than I was expecting. It seemed to me we had only just begun, but I found myself tightening up, rocking first to one side then the other, before abandoning myself to the sensations she was giving me. I had been pulling her bum cheeks apart so I could go nice and deep on her, but I just had to stop, drop my head to the pillow and cry out as Suzie gave me an amazing orgasm.

I think I may actually have fainted for a moment. The next thing I can remember is someone naked moving between my legs, followed by the close-up view of a hard, circumcised cock moving close to my chin. Acting on impulse I stuck my tongue out, and licked Andy's cock from tip to root as he slid it into his wife.

He fucked her quickly, and within just a few thrusts he reaped the rewards of all the hard work my fingers and tongue had done on her. Suzie's climax sounded nearly as spectacular as the one she had just given me, and the sight of my face flushed pink next to her pussy - not to mention all that anticipation waiting for his summons - must have got Andy to the point of no return. I lifted my head to kiss one of his testicles, and heard him growl as he pumped half a dozen heavy strokes worth of spunk into her.

We were all a bit breathless when we had finished. After a few seconds of recovery time Andy pulled out, and though his cock was still semi-hard it dropped towards my face as he withdrew it. I had thought that might happen, and had opened my mouth in anticipation. He was still oozing semen from the head, so of course I had to drain what I could from him, didn't I?

'Christ, that looks horny,' he said as I lapped at the tip.

I felt something splash on my chin, and realised that Suzie was clenching herself up, squeezing his come from her body. I left Andy alone and transferred my attentions to his wife and her creampie.

'Jesus, that looks even hornier!' he said as I worked on his wife. Suzie just moaned while I cleaned her up. He looked into his wife's eyes as I put my tongue inside her. I felt her body shudder and twitch, and knew it wouldn't take much to get her coming again. I think Andy saw that too, and knew it was the best time to ask a question he was dying to.

'Well, Lorna said I was to wait outside until I heard one of you girls orgasm. Then come into the room and fuck the other one. She didn't actually say what might happen after that. Seeing as we've got to know each other, I mean.'

I lowered my head to the pillow. Suzie looked up at him.

'Let me understand you, darling. Are you asking if you're permitted to fuck Lorna?'

He nodded.

'Yes, I suppose I am.'

She paused, just long enough to make him think he might have made a dreadful mistake. Then she said,

'Well, if it was only up to me then, as a very dear friend of mine once said, "Darling, not only are you allowed to, you're bloody required to!" But it's not just my decision. You'll have to ask my girlfriend as well.'

She was certainly loving the new, sexually adventurous Suzie! She brought an arm to her side and propped herself up on one elbow, her naked breasts jutting provocatively.

'I do have one condition, though.'

Both Andy and I looked at her.

'I think Lorna should go on top this time, while I go underneath. I really want to find out what creampie tastes like!'

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Monday, December 26th 2022

Festive Fun

Hello my Friends,

Hope you had an excellent Christmas.

If I remember rightly, I recently mentioned how sometimes I get a thrill at the thought of being watched. That set me thinking about something that happened a couple of Christmases back...

I remember I was busy for that time of year, even by my standards! This one time in particular I found myself almost double booked, when I managed to arrange a meeting with a very old friend of mine and then much later agreed to a meeting with a new guy as well. Getting together with the new chap had been a bit problematic at the start, as for various reasons our suggested dates either didn't match up or one or other of us had something crop up and we had to re-arrange, but in the end, we agreed a date. All seemed to be working out nicely, when on the morning of the said agreed date I got a message from that dear friend, saying "Just checking you haven't forgotten our get-together...?"

I messaged back "Of course not! 2 o'clock, wasn't it?", and when I got back a string of smiling devilish faces and kisses, I breathed a sigh of relief, and set about wondering how to break it to the new guy. I was about to press send on my "Sorry, something has come up" cancellation message, but then I had second thoughts. Cancelling really wasn't fair on him when it had been my oversight. I thought about it, and sent him a short message confirming our early evening meeting, then set about getting ready for meeting my regular.

I think the plan had been for my regular and I to have a leisurely afternoon of messing around, but when I said we would have to be a bit more urgent than usual, he asked me why that would be, so I explained about the second guy. At first, I thought he might be angry, but the reaction was anything but. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact I had my head in his lap and his cock in my head when I broke it to him...!

He switched from leisurely to a kind of mildly assertive role play, and he began almost interrogating me about my intentions. To begin with I felt him swelling, and he began thrusting upwards every now and again as I sucked him. I admitted that yes, I was planning to let the guy kiss me, yes, I would let him put his tongue in if he wanted, yes, I might let him feel my breasts even. But nothing more. Well, probably not, anyway!

By now he was nicely full of fake outrage, and genuinely very hard indeed! His hand ran down my back, and cupped my buttock through my skirt. As his fingers teased between my cheeks he pressed on with his questioning, and I was forced to admit more and more details which seemed to excite him even more. I wasn't allowed to speak, only to nod or shake my head to answer yes or no. The questions were quicker now, confusing me a little (as if he - and I didn't know!) and I found myself nodding that I might let the new guy put his hand between my legs, nodding that if he did, I wouldn't try to stop him, nodding that I'd probably open my legs for him, and nodding that I would let him finger me.

I got confused about this point, so I may have shaken my head when I should have been nodding, and vice versa. It turned out I may have given the impression that I wouldn't give the new guy oral sex, but I would let him fuck me, and a little later that I wouldn't let him fuck me but I would suck him off. To be honest, I think both scenarios pleased my regular man! I found myself struggling to keep track of what I would and wouldn't do (remember I was trying to give him an awesome blow job at the same time, and doing rather well at it, even if I say so myself!), and in the end I was just agreeing to everything he said. The idea of his sweet little Lorna being taken by this new guy must have really appealed to Mr Regular, as the questions were coming thick and fast and, after a particularly frantic bit of nodding, so was he!

I know some people will say that you can tell by the way veins in a man's cock throb that he's about to shoot his load. I'm not so sure about this - and after all, it's not like I haven't had that many men come in my mouth! - but it's not usually something I'm concentrating on. Usually, I'm looking to keep eye contact going with my man. I like to keep my eyes wide open, even if he can't! There are other clues too. Apart from the look on his face, you get some men twisting their feet up, or perhaps curling up as they climax. Then you get the types who like to think they are dominant, and push down on your head so you can't pull away. I've never had any problems with the taste of semen, but for some men I don't mind pretending that I don't like it, so they get an extra kick out of "forcing" me to take it in the mouth, and then to swallow it...

Rob, my regular, was obviously feeling a bit this way. He kept one hand on my bum, but the other went round the back of my head when he started to come. I like to keep my lips wrapped around a guy's shaft, so the sadistic smile he gave me as he spurted between my lips had a touch of curiosity as well. He grinned, wolfishly, as I did my best "furrowed brow" expression.

"Show me," he commanded, then gasped a little "Oh!"

I had slowly lifted my head from his lap, trying - not too hard - to keep any of his spunk from dribbling form my mouth. I didn't know for sure how much there was, but he looked mighty pleased with my efforts.

"Go on," he said, "you know what to do."

I put my lips together, looked right into his eyes, then made sure he could see the movements in my throat as I swallowed it. I opened my mouth again, then used a fingertip to pick up the inevitable stray drops that had spilled over my red lower lip. I put the fingertip just inside my mouth, and made sure he saw the way my tongue flicked over it to get it clean.

"Happy, sir?" I asked, a little cheekily.

I got another broad grin in reply. He reached down to lift me up out of his lap then - having checked to make sure my mouth really was empty - we french kissed.

"Fantastic!" he said, and then we started on the gentle, post-sex play we usually indulged in. I must have seemed a little quiet, because after a couple of moments, he asked me

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I was just curious," I said, "I'm sure it was a blow job that was up to my usual standards, but I don't remember you coming so much for a while! Can I ask a question?"

"Sure!"

"How much of that was down to you thinking about me with my evening appointment?"

He was quiet for a moment, and I thought perhaps I had upset him. Then I saw he was looking very thoughtful.

"If I'm honest," he said, "I guess quite a lot of it was! It's not really something I've thought about before. But it was...is...interesting. Horny."

"Oh, good," I said, trying to disguise a quick glance in the direction of the clock, "I'm glad you're not too jealous about it, anyway!"

I knew he had seen me. I hoped I had guessed right!

"Going so soon?" he scolded. The kiss that followed was a little unexpected, but deep and passionate. On instinct I slipped my hand down his tummy, and found him already hard and ready to go.

"I suppose I don't have to dash off this very minute.." I said, kissing him back.

"That's good," he said, "I was just wondering how it would feel to fuck you, knowing that you're about to let him do the very same thing..."

"Mmm...."

I sat up, and turning towards him I gently bit his earlobe as I put my leg over his lap.

I put my arms round his neck, which pushed my boobs tantalisingly close to his face. I reached down, pulled my panties to one side, then took hold of his erection, steering it between my lips. I waited a second, with him just there at the entrance.

"You'll have to be quick," I said.

He was.

I’m pushed for time with all the Festive ‘going on’s’, but I tell you more when I find some more computer time.

Special Christmas kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxx

Sunday, November 27th 2022

Sexy Snooker

Hello!

The subject of this particular blog is something that I have mentioned before. In fact, my friend mentioned it as something he would love to try with me, after he read about my visit to a snooker hall a few years back.

Now I always aim to please the men in my sex life, but some fantasies are easier than others for me to make happen. When Dan mentioned his longing to seduce me on a proper-sized snooker table I told him that it would be lovely (it has long been one of my aims too!), but as he would need to provide the venue and the table, I thought that that would be the end of that nice idea. I really didn't expect the reply I got from him!

'As it happens...'

It turned out he knew someone who was taking over a large country pub. The lockdown had made life very difficult for many in the licensed trade, and quite a few went to the wall, including this particular venue. It was, though an opportunity for Dan's friend, who quite fancied the idea of being a landlord. Dan said he was helping this guy out sourcing some fittings, so it would be easy enough to borrow the keys on a quiet day.

'There will be just the three of us,' he told me, with a glint in his eye, 'Just you, me...and a nice, new table in need of christening...'

What a naughty boy!

On the day we met up in a lay-by. Dan said it was easier for him to take me there in his car, and that way there wouldn't be a second car to explain, should anyone turn up at the pub unannounced. I'm fairly careful about my security, so I took a few precautions before agreeing to go along with him. I'm not going to divulge too much of those precautions here, except to say they involve telling a certain sympathetic officer of the law where I'm going to be going and when, on the understanding I'll fill in all the juicy details for him afterwards in a very personal phone call!

I was a little surprised to find that I actually knew the pub Dan was taking me to. I had been there as a much younger woman, when I went there for a couple of Saturday nights with a girlfriend, before we decided the regulars were a little too civilised for us and we moved on to another venue (what was I thinking?!) I had also been there a few years later, when a particularly good-looking guy I had started seeing took me there for a dinner date. I was trying to be a bit more sophisticated by that stage and so was he. As I recall it was quite a nice meal - the place was trying to build a reputation as a gastro pub - and there was a particularly attractive deal on the house wine, so we both got a little merry. At the end of the meal, we went outside to wait for our taxi.

The combination of the warm July air and all that wine started to get me going, so after a few minutes when he suggested we move away from the entrance to sit down and wait I chose a bench that wasn't overlooked from the main entrance. I'm not sure what my date was expecting, but judging by his reaction it wasn't the blowjob he got! He lasted about twenty seconds between my lips, before he hissed "Jesus Christ!" into my ear and blew his load in my mouth. I was pleased with how ladylike I must have appeared, using a napkin to dab away they stray splashes of semen on my chin and throat as our taxi pulled up, but I soon gathered I had made something of a mistake.

My date couldn't really explain in the taxi, but it seemed on past performance he didn't expect to be able to come again for a couple of days! I was surprised and disappointed, but I told him the way I looked at it he kind of owed me a climax, and after all his tongue didn't have to be hard to pay me back on that front, so we still went back to his place "for coffee" ... I don't know whether it was my stern tone or not, but he turned out to be quite good with his mouth, and after he had licked me to a nice, juicy climax he even managed to get firm enough for penetrative sex, and we had a first fuck which was OK but not all that remarkable. Fortunately, I managed to get a good deal of improvement out of him over the next few weeks, though we kind of drifted apart after that.

Anyway, I'm digressing! We arrived at the pub and Dan let us in with his borrowed key, locking the door behind us to keep out any visitors. There were a couple of workbenches, and even a stepladder where an electrician had been working on ceiling lighting fittings, but the place looked nice and swish and very close to being finished, so I made a mental note to pop in here when it opened. The layout of the place was much as I remembered it, except that the room where I had had dinner all that time back was now given over to the snooker table Dan had promised me.

I thought back nostalgically to my date night, and was quite surprised to find myself responding sexually! I don't know if it was Dan, whispering in my ear what he planned to do to me, or the memory of how horny I had got with my dinner date that night. We were next to the table now, and I turned to face him, putting my hands on the cushions of the table to either side of me, and pushing my chest out to him. He licked his lips, then leaned in towards me. I closed my eyes, expecting to feel his mouth on mine, but instead I heard a dull thud and heard him swear. I realised straight away what had happened - he was nearly a foot taller than me, and he had banged his head on the lights over the table. Fortunately, I had a suggestion.

'Poor you! How about putting your head somewhere there are no sharp edges...?'

I took hold of his face between my hands, and steered it down to between my thighs. He lifted the hem of my skirt. to find out that even though I hadn't worn a complicated outfit, I had still planned ahead. Hold-up stockings, with no panties. He put his mouth to me and began to eat. This was the kind of dining I liked!

I talked to him as he worked on me, encouraging him, guiding his tongue between my lips, then urging him to lick higher, grinding my clitoris into his face. He was good, good enough to make me act a little selfishly. I disguised the first time he made me come, hid my deep breathing, and let his hand wander under my top, freeing my braless breasts from the scoop neckline, then relishing the feel of his thumb and index finger, pinching my very stiff nipples. I felt myself beginning to react again, and this time did nothing to hide the effect he was having on my body. He held my right breast in his left hand, the other fiddling out of sight. After a moment the other hand came up and took hold of my left breast, and with a final lick of my pussy he stood up and French kissed me.

He wasn't very subtle - the kiss was all tongue and pressure - but as he forced himself into my mouth (and I pretended to resist a little!) I felt something warm, hard and a little moist on the end moving where his tongue had been just a few seconds earlier. He moved forwards, and I felt my pussy lips yielding under the pressure. I sat back on the cushion, waiting for him to go all the way, then brought my heels up behind his bum cheeks to lock him in place.

He fucked me eagerly and I came again. He put his arms behind me to lift me more over the table, lowered me onto the green baize, then lay on top of me, thrusting vigorously. After a while he put a hand under one shoulder and rolled me onto my side, lifting my thigh up towards his shoulder and cuddling my leg, so he could go deeper still. I may have called out - and possibly screamed! - then I found myself face down, my bare boobs pressed firmly into the hard unyielding playing surface of the table. He had accidentally slipped out of my pussy - or so I thought - but as he parted my legs, I realised that he had something else in mind. With his length fully inside me, his hand reached around to rub my clitoris while his cock moved - more delicately now - and he managed to bring me off once more.

It was while this orgasm was fading that he had his, pressing deep into me for about a dozen thrusts, each one pumping a little more of his juice into my body while he gave a series of grunts. When the movements and the noises died down, I felt his full weight on my back, as his cock softened. After about a half minute he put his hands on the table and lifted himself. When he had stood up, I did the same, feeling the warm, slippery liquid oozing between the cheeks of my bottom. I faced a sticky walk to the car!

Dan seemed quieter now he had had me. I do see this sometimes, it's a thing with certain guys, I imagine. I felt a little sad because in other ways he was a skilful and imaginative lover, but I could tell he was being a bit introspective now. A shame really, just as I was getting warmed up!
He unlocked the door and we went out. At some point an expensive-looking dark green car had turned up and parked alongside Dan's. I wasn't surprised that we hadn't noticed! After a few seconds the driver came round the corner. I thought it must be the pub's new owner, come to check up on Dan. He nodded at Dan and they exchanged a few words, then Dan dropped the pub keys into his hand and went back inside. The new arrival then turned his attention to me. He paused a second, his head on one side and a puzzled expression on his face.

'Lorna?'

I looked at him for several seconds, trying to work out who he was. Not a regular, I knew that. Most embarrassing to forget a regular! He was still vaguely familiar though. He looked at me, then looked over at a nearby garden bench. That nearby garden bench. He saw me following his gaze, then nodded slowly, a smile spreading across his face.

'Long time no see It must be twenty years! How have you been keeping? Er, I'm afraid Dan's going to be busy for an hour or so, do you need a lift?'

I didn't know if they had arranged this between them, but judging by the look of genuine pleased surprise on his face this was as unexpected for him as it was for me. We grinned at each other, both aware that we were about to pick up where we left off.

'No taxi this time,' he said.

'That's good,' I replied, 'I really like the idea of a ride in a Bentley!'

And I got one!

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Friday, October 28th 2022

Trick and Treat?

Hello my Friends,

I am heading off for a short holiday, which I am inclined to think is well-deserved after some of the setbacks of this year. But I don't suppose everybody will agree with me, so by way of a sweetener here is a story that I hope you will like, a little something to keep you nice and horny for me till my return!

It was only a few days back when Phil, a brand-new friend and I were getting to know each other in a spare room at his place. In some ways it wasn't all that promising a venue - I think it was being used as a bit of a storeroom while he redecorated - but it had a couple of features that I found intriguing. I'll have some more to say about the second of these features in a moment, but the one that first caught my eye was a narrow double bed.

'What do you think?' he asked, 'I like it because you can't stay platonic for very long in it! It's very cosy.'

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then asked me if I could indulge him. I paused for a second or two myself, wondering if he was going to ask me to do something particularly distasteful or degrading, so when I replied 'That depends...', with just a hint of reluctance, he assured me it wouldn't be too terrible.

'In a way it's the thing about not staying platonic. I really like the idea of gentle, seductive sex, you see.'

He paused again, and then he must have decided he could trust me enough to confess.

'I'd really like to watch you masturbate. Would you do that for me?'

Now I have definitely had stranger requests, and I often find myself thinking I would like to have some novel sexual experiences every now and again. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy myself, but the chance for a new man to try something that isn't basically conventional sex followed by him finishing in my mouth is always welcome! So, I went to sit in a comfortable position on the bed, only for Phil to say he had a couple of preparations in mind. I was intrigued, and wondered what he might get up to. He put his arms around me as we stood, then he hugged me, quite gently, while whispering into my ear. He wasn't speaking very clearly, to be honest, but it sounded quiet, not at all threatening, and I heard that sounded like 'till you come' which had to be encouraging. Then his hands moved, down to my hips then up, where his fingertips touched the bare skin at my waist, fingertips slowly rippling over my sides.

This was the point he chose to kiss me for the first time. He was not at all hesitant, but I felt a curious combination of innocent and horny as hell as his lips brushed mine. He asked me to close my eyes, then kissed me again on the lips. I could feel his mouth was open, but he made no effort to use his tongue. Between the soft whispering and the touch of his hands on my waist I found myself experiencing a slight tingling sensation. Just as I was starting to enjoy it his hands moved again, going around my upper body at the back and coming to rest on my shoulders.

Then he lifted his head away about three or four inches, and looked tenderly but intently into my eyes as he felt for the fastener of my bra. He undid me surprisingly quickly, then with one part of the fastening in each hand he half removed my bra, slipping the loops just over each shoulder. I probably looked a little startled, partly at the speed with which he had freed my breasts and partly that he made no attempt to feel them.

'Braless is best, I think,' he said, 'Where possible. Don't you?'

I didn't really know what to say, especially as he turned away from me at that point and walked over to a large dustcloth covering something that was leaning against the wall a short distance from the bed. He busied himself removing it, so while he was doing that, I took the chance to remove my bra. He turned back to me, just in time to see me pulling the bra through one of the sleeves on my top. Then on impulse I took down my panties, and bent to step out of them. He grinned as he saw me doing that, and just said

'Excellent!'

Then he climbed onto the bed and spread his arms wide, waiting for me to get into them. I thought he would grab me and hold me close, but instead he put his hands up onto my shoulders, looking past my head and into the large mirror that he had uncovered.

'Humour me a moment please, Lorna.'

I saw him looking right into my eyes again, and sensed that he wanted some kind of intimacy with me, but once again it was a little unconventional.

'I'd like you to play with yourself,' he said, 'and while you're doing that, I'd like you to tell me something. Something from a long time back, perhaps. You must know I'm a real tit man, so tell me something about you. Perhaps the first time you were touched there?'

I thought for a second. I had the very story for him, but before I could begin, he interrupted me.

'Sorry, just a couple of things. You have this lovely, coy expression. You know the one I mean, I think
Could you...?'

I looked out girlishly from beneath my fringe, smiling shyly at his eyes in the mirror. He smiled back, and his fingers tightened just a little on my shoulders. I felt that grip and began to tell him my story, about a time I was much younger, and how a girl I used to know from school had let me go with her on what we'd have called a date, a night out with a boy who was a few months younger than both of us, but big for his age. Phil listened intently as I told him how I watched while my girlfriend let him undo her blouse, he let my girlfriend undo his trousers, and it all finished up with him coming on her bare breasts. I said the boy and I had both played with our fingers in his goo, drawing spermy circles on her creamy skin. He was very attentive by the end.

'Now let me see you do...wanton. Can you do that, Lorna?'

I moved my hands between my thighs, and began to finger myself. My hands felt somehow strange. Even though I knew what I was doing I gasped a little as I found my finger inside myself. I leaned my head back, and let my mouth drop open. I put two more fingers inside, and licked my lips - slowly, deliberately, enjoying the wetness on my tongue and my knuckles. I gasped a little, surprised that the memory affected me that much. I told him the rest of my story, about how the boy turned his attentions to me.

I told Phil how I got my girlfriend to undo my blouse, how I was braless (Phil said he approved!), and then she and I took turns stroking the boy's cock. I told Phil how it was her fingers that made him shoot, and that I thought he came more on my tits than hers. When he heard me say the words 'tits' and lick my open lips, he seemed to come alive. His hands moved from my shoulders, grasped my breasts through my top. I licked my damp fingers, and so did Phil. Phil asked me if I knew any more dirty words. I said I did. I mentioned three or four, and his hands squeezed my boobs each time I used one. He asked me if I had a favourite word for a place he could come. I said I did, and leaned back to whisper it into his ear. It didn't take long. He pushed me forward, face down onto the bed, then we watched each other's face in the mirror as he made me orgasm and then I made him orgasm.

The silly part is I thought perhaps he was impotent. He hadn't said he was, I kind of assumed it after his unusual approach. I can't say he tricked me, because I just jumped to the wrong conclusion. He definitely treated me, though! Something tells me we'll be seeing more of each other when I get back!

Love and Kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Wednesday, October 12th 2022

Mmm � Stockings

Hello my Friends,

To cut a long story short I was invited to visit a new friend. I won't dwell on the build-up, except to say we shared a lovely meal (he had faultless manners and a very arousing line in compliments!) and by the end of the meal I was sorely tempted to disappear beneath the tablecloth on my side of the dinner table and resurface on his, right between his legs. I whispered this to him, and he scolded me a little.

"It's a lovely idea, Lorna, but I think we both deserve a greater degree of comfort, don't you? Besides, think of your stockings, my dear!"

I nodded, and he followed it up with,

"I know I am!"

He had made it clear that he enjoyed stockings a great deal, and suggested I bring more than one pair. Sheer and fitted were his favourites, which suited me very well! I packed two sets of stockings with suspender belts, then decided to add a couple of extra pairs of my favourite stockings, just in case they might come in handy. Which, in a way, you could say they did...

So instead of the rather rushed blow job that I was tempted to give him in the dining room, we climbed the stairs together. He put his arm around me, gently pulling us together. The staircase was nice and wide, so in theory we could climb it side by side, but we got a little out of step. At first his hand was gently placed on my waist, but as I climbed up a step before he did, his fingers slipped down a little, and his fingers wound up cupping the top of my buttock. That happened another couple of times, and then we both decided to change when we took a pace. As a result, he climbed before I did, so now his fingers found themselves brushing the underside of my right breast. I really do think it was accidental, but with the horny state he had already got me into it felt like he was teasing me! So, at the landing half way up I stopped and turned to face him. Slowly, deliberately, and looking into his eyes I took his hands in mine, then transferred them to my boobs.

I squirmed into his body to really drive the message home, then put a hand behind his head so he couldn't get out of kissing me. Usually, I am happy to let the man do the running, but this time I was feeling rather wanton. I lifted my face to his, we touched lips, and I slowly licked his lips, before moving my tongue into his mouth and pressing down a little as I went deep. He reached up to take hold of my head, so I seized the chance to do a little gentle scolding of my own.

"Who said you could take your hands off my tits?" I murmured into his mouth. In response, he pulled my head a little closer and french kissed me back, quite devastatingly. I found myself going a little weak at the knees!

"OK," I told him, "that hand can keep doing that, but the other one stays on my breast, got it?"
By way of an answer, he squeezed me pulled me close, tongue kissed me and squirmed his groin into mine, rubbing a larger-than-average cock just where I wanted it to go.

"I'm going to enjoy this, I can tell!" I said. He beamed at me, then said I had taken the words right out of his mouth. I put them back in with my tongue, then we resumed our climb to the bedroom.

When we had arranged the meeting James had asked me specifically for stockings. When I told him I had several pairs he got very excited. He sat down on the bed as I undressed for him, a broad grin on his face that got broader still as my top and bra came off. I watched the bulge in his trousers as I took off my skirt. I posed cheekily with my hands on my hips, my head tilted to one side.

"So, you approve?" I asked.

'Fantastic!'' he said, "You look good enough to eat!"

"Ah, I was hoping you'd say that..."

I lay back on the bed and let him put his mouth to work on me. Bloody hell, but he was good! He built slowly from tender kissing to full-on licking. Before long I was very close, twitching a little as I tried to come, when he stopped, looked at me and said,

"Do you know one of the most arousing things one person can do for another?"

I shook my head, eager for him to go further.

"Anticipation."

I thought for a moment he was going to stop completely, but he dropped his head and I felt his tongue moving slowly but purposefully between my lips, moving inside me as far as he could get it. I gave a little moan, waited for my climax, then he stopped again.

"Did you say you had a spare set of those stockings, Lorna?"

I growled a little.

"There's not that much difference between anticipation and frustration, you know!"

I didn't really mind. I was sure that whatever he was planning to do to get me to orgasm, and whenever he planned to do it, it would be worth the wait!

I directed him to the bag of tricks I had brought with me. He fished around inside, brought out a soft, sheer gossamer stocking, then looked a little deeper.

"Ah, spare stockings and toys. I like the way your mind works, Lorna!"

He took out one of the toys, and put it down next to my thigh. Then he gathered the fine nylon mesh of my stocking, and put in over his erection, stretching it along the length of his penis. He admired the look of his flesh - firm and hot-looking inside the nylon mesh - then he knelt on the bed next to me. With a smile he moved to straddle my body, one knee either side of my chest. As he did his erection appeared just above my face. He smiled down at me and gave me a quizzical look. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by this, but I thought I had a pretty good idea!

I reached up to his lovely erect, fat penis, and moved it slowly side to side across my face, enjoying the feel of the nylon against my lips, before opening my mouth and taking the head of his cock inside. His jaw dropped open and he gasped. I pressed my mouth tight around his girth, and raised and lowered my head, gently masturbating him with my lips. His hands came up onto my boobs, and began squeezing them, lovingly, as I licked his erection, It was a little odd to feel the fine nylon mesh rasping under my tongue as I gave him a blow job. He looked down at me, smiled, then shook his head. I wondered at first what I could have been doing wrong., then realised that wasn't it at all.

"Nice," he said, "but I think I can make it nicer. May I?"

Without waiting for an answer, he climbed off my chest, moved down my body, then straddled me again, this time at the level of my thighs. He raised his eyebrows, silently asking if it was OK. I nodded to him. With his legs either side of me mine were pressed together, side by side. He reached down, placed his nylon-clad erection where they met, then pressed it down and between them. As he moved forwards, his cock parted my thighs, my lips, and slid inside my pussy as far as he could reach. He took hold of my hands and placed them by my sides, ever so slightly holding them down while he began to move. Once again, I felt myself stirring towards climax, and once again he stopped himself before I could get there. He pulled out of me, then shuffled up along my body and sat, offering his cock up to my face.

His knees kept my arms by my sides, but I could get my tongue and lips up to his length. Once again I felt the rasp of nylon under my tongue, only this time it was flavoured with my juices.

"I have two principles when it comes to sex," he said, "as many different experiences as possible, and ladies first. I'll make sure you come before I do."

Our eyes never left each other as I licked him. One hand was still toying with the firm nipple of my left breast, but I couldn't work out where his other had gone. Then I heard the low thrum of an electric motor and knew what was coming. Though the vibrator was considerably less girthy than his cock, it still filled me nicely, and the little vibrating fingers began to do their stuff on me. I started to moan and shake, and knew that this time he wouldn't stop until I had come. I felt the motor's rhythm rising and falling, and knew he had somehow chosen my favourite! Now all I had to do was lie back, think of England, and accept the inevitable.

Except it was really two inevitables! No sooner had I gritted my teeth and grunted, knowing that this time he was going to let me past the point of no return, then I could hear him muttering to himself - "titfuck or facial - titfuck or facial?" I was too busy moaning and coming to think, but even deep in the throes of an intense orgasm I noticed that he still hadn't come. He waited several more seconds, holding off on his climax so he could make good on his "ladies first" promise, then took himself in hand when he was sure I was finished. He wanked himself through the nylon, making sure I could both see what he was doing, and smell myself on his penis. I watched, fascinated, as he started to come, his semen oozing gently through the fine nylon mesh, and dripping onto my lips and chin. I put my tongue out to catch what I could, but could feel a trail of liquid running down my chin, and tried to picture the puddle of silvery come that was collecting in the little bowl at the base of my throat.

The vibrator was still running, and he sat on my chest, letting the machine carry out its task and watching my second orgasm. He then bent down and french kissed me.

"Like that?"

"Loved that!"

"Good!" he said, "Now, for our second hour... any suggestions?"

I gave him what must have been a very dirty look, and beckoned him down to bend over me while I whispered my answer to him. I won't go into too much detail, but the second time he blew his load through the lovely nylon of my spare stocking that nice, fat cock was nowhere it could be seen. And neither was the middle finger of my right hand!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx

Saturday, September 24th 2022

First mind-blowing experience

Hello my Friends,

If there's one thing that surprises me about my sex life, it's the way that it manages to surprise me even now! I can't really think of a better way of telling the recent story of a meeting I had with a young guy I will call Pete. It was a meeting that started out quite refreshingly romantic and then turned the sort of kinky that I wasn't expecting at all. Something for everyone, you might say.

To begin with, Pete is thirty-ish, I'd estimate. Physically, anyway. I'm usually quite good at estimating a man's age, though not in the way you might think. I have a theory about something I call sexual age. It relates less to a man's actual physical age, but more to the mental and emotional maturity he shows when we're alone together. If Pete had been frantic and eager for sex then I would think he was young (emotionally). If Pete had been determined to give me the hardest, fastest, and most impressive sex I had ever had then I would consider him at the juvenile end of the spectrum, and grin and bear the experience, only pausing to tell him he was fantastic and that I have never known anything like it. (Spoiler alert: I have known quite a few like it! It's not really a chore but very few of these men are really as awesome as they like to think when they act this way!)

Men who I consider as being sexually more mature tend to be much more appreciative, and don't suffer from the misconception that they are doing me a favour by banging me hard and fast. They understand that at its best sex doesn't have to be a race or a mission to impress.

Pete got off to a good start. At the start of our meeting, he hardly touched me, and suggested I went into the bedroom alone to get undressed and get into bed. He had mentioned this when we first got in contact, so I hadn't gone overboard with a special outfit. I had some hold-up stockings on, and a tasteful pair of panties for symbolic taking down at some point in proceedings, but I was effectively naked when I got under the thick, white duvet. The late afternoon sun was pouring through the window when he came in, lending a lovely orangey hue to the bedclothes and our skins.

He undressed casually, revealing a good, tight body. He wasn't all that heavily muscled, but he was nicely toned, and I didn't spot any tattoos on him, which is something of a novelty. As I held up the duvet to invite him under the covers, I felt nicely relaxed and ready for whatever might happen.

What did happen, at least to begin with, was some nice, gentle kissing. It was gentle in the sense there was nothing to prove - I was naked in his bed, after all! - so it was just gently affectionate, lips held just a little apart, ready to go further when the need arose.

I was playing with his fine chest hairs when I was the one decided it was time to go further, delicately exploring his mouth with my tongue. He gave a long sigh. We stopped kissing for a moment. I thought that perhaps he would take the lead a little, but I wasn't expecting the way he went about it. My hand slid down his tummy, through the much denser hair near his groin, then brushed the base of his cock.
'Ah, there it is!'
I slipped my fingers around his erection and began to explore it. An average sort of length, but a good girth. I found the head, warm and glossy. Circumcised. I licked my fingertips and began to touch it, letting the saliva on my fingertips smooth the friction a little. He was very content to just lie back and let me feel him, but I wanted to get him involved a little more.

'When a cock is as thick as yours, I sometimes get a little jaw ache,' I said, 'I'd love to suck yours, but not all night! Is that OK, or do you think you'd come quickly? I like a mouthful of come as much as the next girl, but if you're happy to let me toss you off, we can carry on kissing while I do that. You could come over my breasts...'

He moaned, seemingly happy to let me continue. So I did! Every now and again I licked my fingers, and from time to time I took him into my mouth, making appreciative "mmm" noises, and slowly licking around the head of his cock as it filled my mouth.

'Do you like that?' I asked, as I lifted my lips from the head of his erection with a nice, loud "pop!" sound. Silly question! His hand touched my shoulder. I thought he was looking for my breast to squeeze it, but it turned out he was happy to hold my shoulder, keeping me close to his body. Then, for the first time, he started talking to me more openly.

'You don't by any chance have a... client called 'K____ J_____. From Bolton way?'

(I'm censoring the name here, but he did use a full proper name!)

His hand kept stroking me, his fingertips tracing out a little lap on my shoulder. I shrugged and shook my head. I was taught it's rude to speak when your mouth's as full as mine was!

He paused a little, then went on.

'Just checking!'

I looked into his eyes, a little intrigued.

'A few years back I went into a nightclub there, you see. Not a glamorous place, but you could get served into the morning, and it had a bit of a reputation for women who were approachable, you could call it. If you couldn't score there, you might as well give up, you know?'
I nodded. The movement made my teeth rub over the edge of his helmet, and he twitched. I was worried in case I had done him some damage, but he just moaned and said 'Christ, where did you learn to do that?'

I smiled and told him it had just come to me!

'Well, don't do it again, or I'll just come to you, that was fantastic!'

I gave him a quizzical expression, ran my tongue under his head and waited for him to go on.

'Well, I used to go there every now and again, on nights when I felt...you know...in need... and this one night in particular I met a curvy little blonde that really did something to me. I won't go into all the details, but we got chatting, there was obviously something there and I was sure I was going to get lucky! It wasn't anything too serious, I mean I wasn't expecting wedding bells and neither was she, but two consenting adults ... her a good bit older than me, I must say, but it was clear we both wanted it...'

As he talked, I went through possible venues. I thought it sounded quite like a place that I had been to a handful of times, but I didn't say anything. Pete was still talking.

'Anyway, it was late enough when we first got talking, so there wasn't much time for subtlety or a slow build-up. To cut a long story short I was thinking I'd walk her home and see what happened as we went along, only that didn't seem to fit in with her plans. What happened instead was she said she knew a short-cut, only it turned out to be a narrow little alleyway between two buildings. When we had gone about ten metres and couldn't be seen, she stopped and asked if I fancied her. I told her of course I did, and she said she didn't believe me and I should show her. I think we were both a bit drunk. I hesitated a bit, and in the little light there was I could make out her closing her eyes, putting her head back, and sticking her chest out. What was I supposed to do?'

'So, what did you do?'

I licked the tip of his cock, then went back to work. He grinned

'What do you think? I had my tongue down her throat and my hands on her tits in a flash! And she was loving it - she was moaning and grinding herself into me. I know we were both thinking about going further, but then we had a car flash its headlights at us as it went past and it made us both think a bit about what we were doing. We couldn't have full-on sex there, but we had to do something. In the end she unzipped me, got my cock out, and started tossing me off as I felt her up.'
I felt a little that way myself, and I knew he was close to blowing. I was wondering where to take this particular encounter when he resumed.

'It was fantastic! I think it was probably the deepest kiss I have ever experienced, and I came in buckets over her hand and wrist as I squeezed those awesome tits. I didn't have any way of taking her number, but she said she'd be there again in a fortnight, and that we could go back to her place and I could fuck her in whichever hole I wanted. To a young lad with a thing about more mature ladies it sounded like heaven! Only...'

'Only?'

I let his cock plop out of my mouth. We looked at each other, intently.

' Only she wasn't there when I went back. I was upset and thought she probably just been playing with me. But then it got worse.'

'Worse? How?'

'A couple of weeks later, my dad invited me over to meet his new girlfriend. Guess who...'

'No!'

' We decided to pretend we didn't know each other at first, and what with one thing and another we had to keep that up. They went out together for about three years, and I know he still sees her from time to time. So, I never did get to fuck her...'

I felt a mixture of emotions. Knowing what he'd told me about the type of woman he found attractive, the sort of things he fantasised about doing and last but not least the way I was feeling, there was something I could do right now to make it better for both of us. I kissed the head of his cock once more, then slid up his body, nestling the tip of his erection between my lips, then guiding it inside me. As he slid in, he told me he loved me (always a nice sign!), then closed his eyes and let me fuck him. I suspected he only lasted about twenty seconds, but I made sure he got my tongue down his throat and his hands onto my tits before he blew his load in my eager pussy. And there was a nice lot of it, I can tell you! I kept his softening cock in me, and made him watch while I masturbated to orgasm. Then I hugged him, let him kiss me, and we even dozed off for a moment or two. It was heavenly - nicely unhurried and even quite romantic in its way!
So, you could say it was all's well that ends well, I suppose. Except for the kinky bit I mentioned - now I have to work out whether to tell Pete about Joseph, or tell Joseph that I've been fucking his son...!

Hugs and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxxxx

Monday, August 22nd 2022

Sex in every Room

Hello my Friends,

I called to visit my good friend John at the weekend …

'You know what? I think I'm going to miss this house.'

I was sitting on a long sofa, snuggling up with John, a very long-standing friend of mine. (And I mean that in more than one way!), listening to him telling me about how he's thinking of moving house.

'Just the house, Lorna?'

His arm was round my shoulder, his fingers gently unbuttoning the top of a set of soft pink silk pyjamas. His hand squeezed my shoulder as he said it, in way that sounded like a gently scolding reproach. I knew he wasn't really upset, because he let me carry on feeling the bulge in his trousers. Still, it seemed to provoke an interesting reaction in him and he went on.

'Perhaps in view of your outrageous behaviour I should try a little corporal punishment on you... '

My protests and efforts at winning him round seemed to fall on stony ground. He was seemingly set on taking me to the room he described as the place of punishment. It was really the old master bedroom of the house, one of the two or three rooms in the whole place where we hadn't had sex in one shape or form. He got to his feet, holding out his hand to indicate I should stand up and follow him.

'Yes, a little discipline wouldn't do you any harm at all!'

Of course, I protested, but not too hard! I didn't want him to change his mind, did I?

Flashback number one. I'd first visited John's place a good few years before, back in my Charlotte days. He had been a bit careful that first time because he was still married then. That first booking had started out as something of a courtship: tender, but with plenty of underlying lust, and after a bit of foreplay he took me to a bedroom he still shared with his wife and we undressed each other.

That first time turned into something of a sex farce, as it seemed one caller after another took turns to knock at his door, frustrating our attempts to do something. While the third visitor was at the door, I spent a few minutes laying in her side of the bed, and looking sideways at a pile of her clothes on the chair. He came back to the room and got into bed. I decided there was no point in being subtle. I vanished under the duvet, and about a minute later he was filling my mouth with his come. I swallowed it, before coming up to cuddle him. I can't remember for sure, but I think that was all we did that time.

Flashback number two. It was about six months later. This one was something of a short-notice booking. I think she had been called away for work, and he was eager to take advantage of the situation. On the phone he asked if I could do an overnight, but unfortunately, I had other plans for the evening. It would have to be a quickie, I told him. He had bought us a bottle of wine, but we only got to drink one glass each. I did something I first did when I was a teenager, taking a mouthful of wine, then passing it to him in a French kiss. He got very excited. I remember laying on the kitchen worktop, in a polka-dot printed dress. As we kissed, he felt my breasts with one hand, and put the other up that dress and between my legs. I unzipped him, and pumped his cock, meaning to get him hard enough for sex. With hindsight that was a foolish decision! We got a bit further than the first time, in the sense that he had his finger inside me, but that was all. On the plus side he gave me one of the juiciest, wettest facials I have ever received. I don't know why but I might have foreseen events because I chose to do a photo shoot of me wearing that dress and spectacles, right before we got down to it, so somewhere there's a bit of video of me getting spattered, eager ropes of come fired into my mouth, face and chest.

Flashback number three. It was about a year later. He didn't seem quite as cautious this time, but I didn't ask about his marriage. I didn't really get the chance. He opened the door to me smiling, then ushered me in. In that house there's a gloomy little corridor leading from the door. He had told me he had fantasies about urgent sex. I was wearing a kind of saucy secretary outfit. He kissed me passionately, felt my body, then pressed me up against one of the walls and reached down to my panties. I pulled them to one side while he explored me, then I felt him fumbling round his groin a moment. I felt his cock pressing against my pussy lips and remember thinking we were actually going to get round to fucking this time. I was wet, he was hard and we were both hungry for it. It wasn't very dignified but it was good. We were both breathing hard as he pulled out afterwards. I felt the warm, full rubber hanging against my thigh as he pulled out of me.

Flashback number four. Another few months on. At the end of that corridor where we first fucked were two spare rooms. Both were made up with beds, one medium sized, one small. I was planning to do some more shooting there, with John's help, so I had a few outfits. Once I had changed into my first outfit, I asked him if he wouldn't mind helping me out. I gave him my phone and told him to film my legs and feet as I posed, a film for a foot fan. We filmed for a few minutes. Then, as if in afterthought, I asked him innocently,

'How do you feel about filming yourself coming on my feet?'
I divided my time between blowing kisses into the camera, and giving him longing looks while his hand worked frantically on his cock. I heard him moan, then felt the hot wetness of his load landing on spurts on the top of my foot, then slowly seeping between my toes.

Flashback number five - actually, should that be flashback four and a half? It was later that same day that we filmed a short clip of me in stockings and a white suspender belt. He was fully dressed, lying on a sofa in what he jokingly called "the library". He filmed me pushing the door open, then padding softly over to the sofa. I stood near where his feet were sticking off the end of the sofa.

I moved between them, breathing in to make my boobs jut out more, then leaned across him, pushing my breasts into his thighs. The jeans he was wearing were quite old and threadbare, and he had decided they could be sacrificed in the name of filming a good clip. He got a great close up of my face wearing a particularly wicked grin. I ripped the front of his trouser completely, pulling out the fabric to get as much thigh skin as I could bare, and pressing my nipples into his thighs. My head bobbed and rose as I took as much cock into my mouth and throat as I could, and then he was coming.

Considering I had drained his balls onto my foot only a couple of hours before, there was quite a lot of spunk on my face and neck. He filmed a long close-up of me wiping it between my fingertips, clearing it from my throat and cleavage and sliding it into my mouth. As I smiled, stretching silvery thread of his spunk across my open mouth he looked on, fascinated. I swallowed, licked my fingertips, then swallowed some more.

'Christ that's horny, Lorna! Can I ask you a question? It might be a bit strange...'

I nodded. I half-guessed what was coming next.

'Do you...I mean, do men ever ask if they can kiss you afterwards...?'

I nodded again.

'Some do,' I said, 'But not everybody is a fan of the idea. I don't make a big thing of it in shoots, in case it puts more people off. I'm very happy to do it, if you want. But I think there isn't that much left right now! maybe next time?'

We had quite a chaste kiss that gradually became more passionate. I thought I could feel his mind whirring as our tongues met, and I knew he would remain curious!

Flashback number six. It was about a month after the long shoot day. We swapped the room I put my outfits into, so we could use the double bed in that spare room. He had just shot some footage of me masturbating to orgasm. I was nicely tingly, and decided he needed a treat. I pulled him onto the bed, then lay beside him, undressing him and getting him going with some very hot kissing. I had got him down to just his t-shirt, when he asked me what my favourite position was.

'It depends,' I said, 'Depends on the guy, on the moment, on the setting. Right now I would say cowgirl. Want to know why?'

He was lying on his back, his hands and arms spread out in a letter Y shape. I imagined them tied there. I think that might have influenced my decision! I put my knee over his tummy and sat over his groin. I put my arms out as if holding his arms like that in submission. He seemed to go along with me, and didn't move them even when I let go of him. I rocked backwards and forwards.

'Let me see...it means I can call the shots. It means I can set the pace. I've just come, but I think I could come again quite quickly if it was up to me. It also means I can tease if i want. Like this...'

I sat upright, lifting my crotch just a few inches above his. I looked into his eyes, then reached down and took hold of his penis. He was hard, but even though he was pointing upright, I could still control where it pointed. Not for nothing do they call it a joystick! I steered the tip, bringing it close to where my clitoris was still a little tender from my climax. When the tip touched me, it made a sweet kind of pain. I leaned over to french kiss him, my hand reaching between us, moving the tip of his cock away from that sensitive spot, to trace first one, then the other of my outer lips, The next time I got back to where I had started, with the tip tingling against my clit, this time a little less painfully.

'How long is it since I first came here?' I said.

'About four years, I think.' he replied. I nodded thoughtfully.

'So you could say we've reached the "very good friends" level...?'

I saw him hesitate, swallow, and nod.

'Good!'

I put the tip of his cock between my lips, and sank down. Just a little, just enough to part those outer lips. I smiled.

'It's nice, calling the shots, setting the pace. It means I can take decisions when I feel ready for them, when I feel that the moment...'

I closed my eyes a moment, building the suspense. I opened my eyes again. I had his complete attention.

'...is right. Like now.'

He slipped effortlessly inside me. I liked the fact that he hadn't badgered me to do bareback, and that even now, even as it was happening, I stayed in control. I rode him slowly, savouring the sensation. I told him that I didn't want him coming inside me, not this time anyway, and he accepted my decision.

'You'd best not wait too long with me in there, though!' was all he said.

I made him get the camera out, and film me as I wanked him off, his juice splashing my boobs from beneath. I wiped his cock against my body, spreading the lovely, thick cream into a gorgeous, glossy coating for my tits.

The flashbacks are coming thick and fast now (no pun intended!) There was what went on between us in the shower, there are those kinky goings on that time he followed me into the little guest toilet to watch while I peed through my panties, there's the short clip I made where we had doggy sex over the desk in his home office, when he took me from behind. There's even the clip where his curiosity got the better of him, where after I squatted down in front of him and sucked him dry, he lifted me up and french kissed me, while I gave his juice back to him on my tongue...

So many rooms, and so many fucks and blow jobs!

We're almost back in the present again, with my hand in his, as he leads me slowly to one of the two rooms in his house where we haven't fucked. He sits on a dining chair, leans back, then invites me to lie over his lap. I can feel his erection pressing up into my stomach, while he tells me how I need to be disciplined for my naughtiness. When his first slap lands on those silk pyjama bottoms he starts to talk to me and describe what is going to happen. I squirm into his hardness, loving what is happening. He eases my pyjama trousers down, and his finger flirts between my bottom cheeks before the slaps start landing again.

I listen to what he says about his views on favourite positions and how he feels when he is the one calling the shots. I turn my head as he spanks me, savouring the little burst of pain as his palm falls on my bottom, and feeling a little knot of lust growing in my stomach as I look at the dining table when he tells me what he's going to do to me on it. A few minutes later I'm lying on that table naked, come oozing out of my pussy, and now there's only one room in the house left where he hasn't fucked me.

We're saving that for next time, it appears!

Love and kisses,

Lorna Blu xxx