Sunday 28 March 2010

I got this from Rachel



"Hey, Morg, you keep featuring me in your blog but now you're free, why haven't we met up? Here's a pic I took today, hope it brings back pleasant memories. Like that rimjob, when I asked you to cum somewhere specific."

Great pic, Rachel and yes, that is a pleasant memory. In fact, I'll ring you later this week and we'll sort something out!

As for the rimjob, well, this is what happened.

I’d just come out from the shower - we’d been to the gym, played a game of squash and then had a swim. Rachel was sitting on the bed, wearing one of my work shirts.

“Drop the towel,” she said and I did. She came over to me, on all fours and my cock responded. I was only half erect when she reached me, but she stroked it until it was as hard as steel, then slid it into her mouth. She sucked it until it throbbed on her tongue. Then she licked it from the tip to the balls, taking each bollock individually in her mouth and rolling her tongue all around my scrotum.

“Now sit down,” she said and I perched on the edge of the bed. She kneeled on the floor between my legs and looked at me smiling. "Let's get down to business," she said, taking my cock in her hand again and lowering her mouth onto it. She was exceptionally talented with her mouth and the pleasure was so intense I didn’t immediately realise she’d left my cock and was raising my legs. She spit on my exposed, spread arsehole.

”Hold these,” she said, pushing my legs higher, then went back to sucking my cock. After a few moments, I felt her fingernail at my arsehole. I tried to relax and partly managed it, then she sucked harder on my cock and that did the trick. She slid her finger in until it was knuckle deep. She left my cock and licked my arse, her finger still in place, her other hand wanking me off. Then she began sawing her finger in and out of my arse.

She moved her mouth, alternating between blowjob and rimjob, then I felt another finger slide in.

”Are you ready to cum?" she asked. I couldn't speak. I just nodded, panting. She kept her sawing fingers up, her wanking and tonguing. “Good, I’ve always wanted someone to cum on my face and you’re it.” I nodded again - I’d always wanted to cum in Rachel’s face too!

“Look at me,” she said. The swollen head of my cock was brushing her lower lip as her fist slid up and down it. “Cum all over my face. I want to feel how hot it is, your dick throbbing in my hand as cum drips down my cheeks”

“There,” I said and she gasped as I ejaculated on her face. She pulled her fingers out of my arse and, once I’d finished coming, sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and cleaned up any remaining cum. I yelped at the sensitiveness and Rachel laughed.

“I’ll go and clean myself up,” she said, “so you relax a bit because then it’s your turn to have your way with me.”

I watched her go, wiggling her arse and smiled.

Saturday 27 March 2010

Another exhibit - aiming for sleazy

Rachel, once again (which is why her eyes are blanked, which they weren't when it was presented), this was from another exhibit, which closed the week before last. I was aiming for a sleazy, Havana-ish kind of colour scheme, most of which I had to deal with in the developing.

Monday 22 March 2010

An email from Lizzy!

This isn't the first I've received, since she went off to Detriot, but it's certainly the sexiest. And, as you'll see, she did dare me so, without further ado, here's what Lizzy has to say!


Hey, Morg. Just a quick note to say that I miss you, I miss the way we were, the way we made me laugh and I miss the sex. I’ll miss your cock - just remembering it makes me wet. Do you remember the times you took me from behind, your hard cock filling my wet cunt, your hips slapping against my arse, my tits swinging with every hard thrust? When I remember them, I like to play with myself and use my new dildo, even though it’s a poor substitute for your stiff prick.

Have I made your cock hard, with this? Will you put this on your blog - with my picture. Go on, I dare you! Just think of me, touching myself, imagine my wet fingers and the scent on them. I wish they were your fingers - or better, your lips. You did lick my pussy like a champ. God, I’m so fucking horny now.
Write soon - I miss you, you big lump of sex!

Sunday 14 March 2010

Ladies wanking

I've always had a thing for ladies getting themselves off and in pretty much every case that I've had a girlfriend who'd let me photograph her, I took pictures of her flicking the bean. And here's a small collection of them, featuring ladies already introduced to this blog.

My ex-wife preferred to use a little vibrator which, rather than flick her clit with, she used to insert. Then flick her bean with her fingers anyway. Who cares, it got her off!


This is P, who was much rougher with herself. She liked to be open, to be able to slosh her fingers around from clit, to perineum, to inside herself. Noisy, good fun, generally sloppy - I loved watching her wank.


This is Peaches, my assistant. She prefers the very civilised finger on clit approach.

And this is Lizzy, who loved it all and often finger fucked herself with strumming her clit at the same time.

Sunday 7 March 2010

Thank you, ladies...

It appears that I don't speak to a wilderness - thanks for sending these through, ladies.

This is Shelley, she has nice tits.


This is Cheryl, who is going to the loo.

Where I am, right now

I’m feeling a little blue today. I said my goodbyes to Lizzy this morning, after our final fuck and breakfast, then I went home and she got a lift to the airport and rang me as her flight was being boarded and then again, when she landed in Detroit. I’m not going to sit here and make silly proclamations, about how much we were in love because both of us - and anyone out there who might be reading this - knew that wasn’t the case; we felt a great deal for one another, certainly, but it was never going to be anything else. But what it was, in reality, was something special. And I don’t just mean the sex, which was terrific, but she was younger than me and she had a different viewpoint on things and that was fucking refreshing.

So I’ve felt blue today and sorted out my old boxes of negatives that haven’t been scanned in and I’ve been traipsing through the past again. There are some gems too, which I’ll post here in time, but it was also good to see where I’d been, so that I could hopefully see where I would be going.

Lizzy will be in Detroit for a minimum of six months, before getting to come home and we decided this morning that we would see other people, if the opportunity arose, because we’re both very sexual and nothing is guaranteed in this life. I hope that it’s not the case, that we don’t see one another again, but we’ll email and I’m sure some pictures will be going across the water.

It’s strange, I’ve never had a kind of mouthpiece to the world whenever I’ve had a relationship break-up in the past and I’m not sure what else to say, so I’ll leave it here.
But thanks, Lizzy, I know you’ll read this and I know you enjoyed seeing yourself here - it’s been great. Good times, in fact.