Happy New Year!

I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who's popped along to this blog over the past few months and say 'Happy New Year'! I look forward to posting more adventures in 2013!

Nat at Christmas

This is Nat, whose husband Dean turned 50 last Boxing Day.  I've known them both for years - Nat is a friend of my ex’s sister and Dean was on my pub quiz team.

As a treat for this milestone birthday, she wanted to present him with some pictures and I was only too happy to oblige. Nat was a great model, fantastic body and a real open-minded attitude to what we were doing (witness the last pic here) and it all went brilliantly well. As ever, these are out-takes and I'd like to thank both Nat (who chose the red band, rather than my usual blue) and Joe for allowing me to post the pictures up here!

So Happy Christmas, to readers of this blog!

Becky - photo-shoot

Another sterling evening at the Photography group and another new model, a lovely brunette called Becky.  She was great fun, knew what she was doing and was a real treat to work with.

I told her about this blog and she agreed for me to post her pictures here.  She also asked me not to mask her identity and, in fact, if you're interested in working with her, get in touch via me - petermorgan1969@gmail.com - and I'll pass your emails on.

So without further ado - Becky!

Kaz and the shower advert

One of the nice perks of the Photography group is that sometimes - it doesn't happen often - I get asked to take pictures for local advertising.  One such was a shower company, who had a new line of baths and wanted some press.  We met, talked, it seemed like fun and it paid, so I agreed.

If you're selling anything, always remember that a sexy angle works wonders.  Aware of this, I got in touch with Kaz, a local model who has appeared in the past in certain mens interest magazines.  She was up for it, we agreed a fee and the shoot took place at the company premises and we were left alone.

After I had the pictures I needed for the ad, I pushed my luck and took some more.  Thankfully, Kaz was more than up for it, as you can see.

And the piece de resistance - look at those lovely tits and that great belly!  Fantastic!

Laura flashing

This is my old friend Laura, whom I've known for years.  We met up a few weeks back for a lunchtime drink and, as always happens with old friends, we chatted about sex.  She's in a relationship now, with a good bloke and she was worried about me - I told her not to worry too much.

As we talked, it became obvious that there was something she wanted to ask me and it took two glasses of house white for her to 'fess up.

"One of my fantasies has always been to flash somewhere, you know and have a record of it.  I can't ask [partner] to do it, he'd think it was too kinky, so how about you?  We're known each other for ages, what do you say?"

Now Laura is a great looking woman and I'm always up for a bit of nudity, so I agreed.  I also told her about this blog and that clearly excited her, especially when I asked if I could publish the photos on here.  She agreed then rang me, after the shoot, to ask if I could make her a bit more anonymous - she works in the council and doesn't need anything potentially damaging to pop up.  I gladly agreed - both for her sake and also because they're great shots.

See for yourself!

Pleasuring Ella

I posted another short story at Smashwords last week, called "Pleasuring Ella".  You can download it for free from here and this is the cover.

It's done quite well for itself, with 2 four star reviews, a whole load of downloads and this great review, from the Feminist Erotica Review!  Cool!

I admire Peter Morgan's writing for the way he wastes no time or words yet still manages to sketch sufficient of a background that you feel you know his characters and the scenario they are in.  He saves his wordage for the sex scenes which are crammed with juicy details.  

Click here to go and read the review.

This is Anna...

We met via the photography group and got on really well from the off. She mentioned that she was looking for some portfolio shots, which I gladly did for her. We had dinner, went for a drink, saw a film at the cinema. A few weeks back, she got in touch and we had went for another drink, she mentioned she wanted some more shots. I agreed, went to her house as planned and we set off.

Now ordinarily, I'd write up what happened to us. This time I don't need to, since I have pictures. So I present to you, my amorous adventures with Anna!

Nice start! Great top. Ooooh, look at that juicy pussy!
"Thank you."
No, seriously, that pussy looks fucking beautiful!

"I like a finger here..."
I'd like to put my finger there...

"Why don't you come up?"

"Nice cock!"
Your mouth feels lovely...

Mmmmmmm....

I'm cumming!
"Then cum!"

Very nice.

A couple more bellies...

Have I ever mentioned how much I love the curve of the female belly?

Fucking the ex on holiday

Following on from my previous few posts, here's a little recollection of the ex-wife and I.

We were on holiday in Portugal and it was a great week - the weather was fantastic, we were getting on brilliantly and the combination of sun, sand, good weather and booze was doing our sex life no end of good.

One night, we went out for a drink and found a dusty little place along from the hotel, just up from the beach.  There weren’t many other people in there, though I recognised a few of them from our hotel and we found a quiet table in the corner.  I went to the bar and as I waited to get served started chatting to fellow holidaymakers.  I turned back, to see my ex and she waved when our eyes met.  Her blonde hair was long then, shiny and in waves down past her shoulders and she’d caught the sun on her cheeks.  Her eyes were wide and full of mischief and as she moved slightly, the lights caught the sequin star on the chest of her t-shirt.  She had taken to wearing light clothes - tonight, instead of a vest top, it ws this dark grey t-shirt and a short denim skirt.  I didn’t mind either - the fact that she was in flip-flops too, so I could see - and play with - her feet didn’t hurt.  She smiled at me and licked her lips.  I smiled back and blew her a kiss.

She turned slightly, so that her chair was facing me and spread her legs, showing me that she wasn’t wearing knickers.  I actually had to adjust myself in my shorts because she looked so sexy sitting there, exposing herself. She smiled when she saw my bulge and licked her lips again, more lewdly this time - if that was possible - then spread her legs wider and slowly started to stroke her pussy lips, never once taking her eyes off of me.

I watched as she slid a finger into her pussy, sliding down in her chair so that she could reach deep inside. I could see the moisture shine in the dim light, as her finger slowly slid in and out.

I watched her until her eyes closed and she bit her lip, before relaxing and realised she was close to getting herself off. She started fingering herself faster, her chest moving quickly now, her fingers working busily over her clit.

She looked into my eyes as her orgasm built, and her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, thrusting in and out. Tilting her head back, but maintaining eye contact, I watched as her body started to shake subtly. As her orgasm slowed and her breathing came back to normal, she slid her fingers out and licked them.

I almost came in my pants and leaned against the bar, in case anyone saw me.  From the corner of my eye, I saw my ex get up, adjust her skirt and walk across the bar towards me.  I turned to watch her and she stopped in front of me.

“Fancy a walk on the beach?” she asked and pressed her pelvis against me.  My cock was pressing against her belly and she sighed slightly, as I moved it so that it was against her pussy. She brushed her hands over it lightly and my hand slid over her arse.

“Let’s go,” she said and led me out of the bar. We crossed the road and onto the beach, heading away from the lights. There was a low stone wall and she undid her skirt and took it off, flashing her beautiful pussy at me.

“Can I take a picture?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” she said and pulled a pose for me. Fucking beautiful.

But her pussy wasn’t just for looking at and I knelt down in front of her and kissed down her belly, licking my way slowly to her wet, hot pussy. She’d shaved before she came out, saying that it’d be better in the heat and if we found any nude beaches, she’d be smooth and sleek.  I liked the look - it suited her, especially as I was now kneeling in front of the place of delight.  I could smell her musky scent as my tongue slid over her wet slit and it appeared she was even more excited than I thought.

I pushed her knees up to her chest, kissed her toes and then rested her legs over my shoulders. I leaned into her pussy, sliding my tongue up and down it, from top to bottom.

She gasped, and her hips jumped, as my tongue quickly flicked over her enflamed clit.  “Oh yes,” she moaned, as I started to tease her hard little bud, which was by now stiff and begging for attention.

She moved her hips in time with my tongue. I sucked on that clit, tonguing it, tonguing her pussy hard and she reached down and held my head tightly, groaning loudly.

"Oh my god! That feels fucking great!”  She spread her legs as wide as she could and I shifted position, so that I could slide a finger into her steamy wet pussy.

She gasped, “Oh you fucker,” and I began to move in time, finger almost out of her pussy, tongue on her clit, finger buried in her pussy, tongue pressing her lips. 

Quickly, her breathing got heavy, and she started to moan louder. "Oh, yes!  Oh yes, that’s it, right there.  Fuck me, Pete, don’t stop!"

I slipped a second finger into her, fucking her with them in earnest.  Suddenly, she pulled my face tight into her pussy and moaned, "Oh my god! I'm gonna cum, I’m cumming.”

Seconds later, her hips were bouncing and I could feel her pussy grasping at my fingers, seemingly trying to pull them in even deeper. I could feel her juices running down the palm and back of my hand.

“No,” she gasped, “you’ve got to stop, I’m too sensitive.  Uh, oh my fucking god, you’ve got to stop.”

I reached up and pushed up her t-shirt, exposing her wonderful tits.  Her nipples were so stiff they were just asking for attention so I sucked on the right one, pinching and pulling on the other. I switched my lips to the other nipple, and started to kiss and suck on that one as my hand went to the abandoned, wet nipple, tweaking and pulling that.

She was a wreck by now, moaning and I switched back and forth between her nipples, pushing her tits as close together for me as she could that I could take both nipples at once.

After a couple of seconds, she slid off the wall and crouched in front of me, reaching up and pulling down my shorts and boxers.  She looked up at me and smiled.  “This is going to fit very well,” she said.

I smiled and she grabbed my arse, pulling me towards her mouth and took my cock in deep.  She began to bob up and down, her tongue dancing over the head and underside, her hands wanking me.

After a couple of minutes, I told her to stop and bent her over and around, spreading her legs as she offered her arse up to me. I grabbed my cock, shiny with her saliva and slid the head up and down her pussy.

“Don’t tease me,” she said.

“Who’s teasing?”  I slid it up and down once more and then pushed in, hearing her give a sharp intake of breath as I penetrated and slowly started to fuck her.

I grabbed her hips as I bottomed out and reached forward, to cup her swaying tits.

“This is the fucking life.”

I fucked her, holding her hips as she pressed back on me for maximum penetration, so wet that I could hear the squelch.  She leaned further forward and I reached down, to thumb at her wet clit.  She squealed with delight and that made me fuck her harder, thrusting in so hard that my balls were slapping her.

Soon she was groaning more loudly.  “Oh god, fuck me, this is so deep.”

I kept flicking her clit and she rippled her pussy muscles around my cock.  I tried to slow down, wanting her to cum again before I did.  I alternated the flicks and thrusts, cupping her right tit, pinching that nipple.  Soon, it was all too much for her and I felt her legs wobble.

“That’s it,” she cried, “that’s it, I’m cumming!”

I rode her through the spasms and then slowed down a little, to let her catch her breath.  She reached back, cupping my balls and flicking her fingers against my perineum.

I slid my coat out of her sopping pussy and turned her around, holding her up as her legs were still a little shaky.  I sat her on the wall, her arse hanging off and told her to lock her ankles around my neck. As she did, I put the head of my cock against her pussy lips, playing it up and down and deliberately catching her clit. Taking hold of her hips, I slid my cock in as deeply as it would go.  That was really deep.  She bent her legs, pulling me down and gripped my arse tight.

Every thrust made her gasp and as I increased my speed and power, I watched her tits bounce on her chest.

“Fuck me,” she gasped as I thrust faster, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Her eyes were half closed, her tongue on her lips.  She was cumming again, it was unreal but true and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I slowed down.  She realised what I was doing, tried to pull me in deeper and faster.

As her breathing got shorter and quicker, I knew she was closing in again so I sped up.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her body starting to shake. I was having a hard time holding onto her and my legs were getting weaker as my own orgasm was starting to hit.

“I’m there,” I shouted and thrust into her as hard as I could.  Her pussy gripped my cock and she gripped my arse, pulling me in further as I shot my load in her.

“I feel it, I can feel you spurting!” she cried and came herself.

Drained, I leaned into her and laid my head on her heaving chest. Soon, my softening cock slid out of her now sopping wet pussy and she moaned her disappointment.

“You’ll put that cock back in me, won’t you?” she said and pressed her head to her chest.

“Yes, but let’s get back to the room first…”

Shelly

Thinking about my ex-wife and the early 90s reminded me of her friend Shelly, who was a punk slowly getting into grunge and very open.  We were talking one night about photography and she offered to do some topless (though we did manage to get one with her pussy) shots for me (my ex-wife stayed and watched and we had a cracking fuck that night).

Anyway, I went searching through my negatives but couldn't find them, so these are scans from the original prints (and not the best quality ever, sorry about that).  As a side-note, I got a Christmas card from Shelly last year and she's very well, living in Swansea and playing bass in three local bands.  I hope she still looks something like these pictures!

I hope you enjoy them.

 I love this one, the expression on her face (which you can't really see with the crop I've used and also because I've had to make her anonymous) and the way she's holding her tits.

Some more of my ex-wife

This week is getting weirder, I just can't seem to get her out of my head.  Here are some more pics!

This was taken early in 1993, we were living in what could be perhaps most romantically described as student accomodation.

 She had a great arse

 What a juicy pussy!

One of her favourite positions to give a blowjob from - and, very quickly, one of my favourites too.  I could lean forward, play with her tits and move further, finger-fucking her whilst she worked her magic with her tongue and lips!

Odd day today

Not in a serious way, of course, but just in a "the world moves on" kind of spirit.

Today is the anniversary of the first date my ex-wife & I ever went on.  It might sound a bit stupid now, but it was always something we made a point of remembering (we'd go out for a meal, have a special shag, that kind of thing) and I enjoyed it.  This year, obviously, since we're now divorced that's not going to happen.

Since she's moved on and so have I, so everything's good and I thought I'd take this opportunity to print more pictures of her here (all of which were taken in the early 90s, before we actually got married!).  I hope you enjoy them!

Charlie - a proper MILF!

This is Charlie, a MILF of my acquaintance.

I've known her for years and have been trying to photograph her for most of that time - she's got a great body, she's open-minded and I'd gladly shag her if the opportunity arose. That didn't happen this time but, as she's just passed the milestone of 50, she did decide to let me shoot her.

And wow, fuck me, she was brilliant. As you can see below. Thanks, Charlie, you're lovely and I appreciate you letting me post these pics here.

And if you, blog reader, like what you see - get in touch at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass on your messages to Charlie.

More from the Halloween party...

A couple of posts back (click here, if you've forgotten), I posted a pic from a terrific Halloween party I went to (certainly better than any I attended when I was married).

Here are some more pics, with identities concealed to protect the innocent and - ha ha - not so innocent!

Enjoy!

This is Carrie, who organised the party and was dressed as Catwoman.  The sexiest Catwoman I ever saw and I have a real thing for Michelle Pfeiffer too.  I was dying for her to pop out of that top but, sadly, she never did.

This is Alice.  I don't know why she let me take a picture of her on the loo, but I'm glad she did.  I like pictures of ladies on loos (remind me to show you the photographs one day).

I don't know who this was, a casualty on the way home, but that's not a bad pose is it?