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!

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.

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.

Being about the old in-out

There was a fancy-dress party at the weekend. We debated on what to do - our routine now, pretty much, is that we only see each other at the weekend, but these were Lizzy's old friends and I like them anyway, so we went.

I did the usual boring stuff - I went as a horny werewolf (though I was only horny for the one lady) - but Lizzy decided to try something else altogether and went as one of the Droogs, from "A Clockwork Orange". By way of Linnea Quigley. Oh yes, how fucking sexy is this? I think I was the most admired werewolf that night and, when we finally got home in the early hours of the morning, I savaged her.

Yum, yum.

We finally got together!

It cleared up over here in the afternoon, so I took off for Lizzy's and we had a wonderful evening and night together, including a walk in a fresh snowfall, where she decided to go completely commando under her coat. And let me take a picture! Good times!

Another phone pic

I'm not seeing Lizzy until the weekend but if she keeps sending pics like this to me, I don't know that I'll be able to wait that long!

Happy New Year!

As you can see in the photo below, I had an absolutely storming New Year - hope you did too!