A holiday romance (back in the day)

It was 1990, she was from Germany, we met on a holiday to Corfu. We went with friends, met on our first night and enjoyed a 'whirlwind' romance. After a few letters and one Christmas card, I never heard from her again.

Oh well, such is life.

Anna, a 90s flashback

For a brief few months in early 1992 I was seeing a student nurse called Anna.  She was a very dirty girl, in the best sense of the world and our affair - which burned fast and hard - was great fun.

I wonder where she is now?  Anyway, this is what she was like in 1992.

Cindy, an ex from the 80s

Following my last post, these were taken in 1988 and feature my then girlfriend Cindy (her name was actually Cynthia, which she hated). I was quite impressed with them at the time (I think they look a bit rough and ready now) and the last shot - a typical 80s glamour one - does date it somewhat.

But hey, I was learning and I think you'll agree, Cindy is pretty hot. I'm Facebook friends with her and I got her permission though, obviously, she wanted her eyes blanking out.

Let me know what you think and I'll pass the comments on to Cindy who is "now married, two kids, house in the suburbs - everything I didn't want when I was 19 and these pictures were being taken!"

Flashback to the late 80s/early 90s

This week I seem to have been hearing a lot of songs on the radio that whisk me back to the 80s and 90s, a glorious era for me.  The more I heard, the more it made me think about the girls and adventures from back then and so I looked out some of the old pics.  Some I've posted here before, some I haven't - they're all good though!

Enjoy this nostalgic blast of naughtiness!

Anna, from 1992 (two pics never published before) - see original link

 We were on an adventure weekend, early 90s.  I know the girl in the middle was called Caroline, I wish I could remember the names of the others.  I don't know why they're doing this, but I'm glad I took the photo!

 Ex-girlfriend Annie in 1989 - see original post here

 My gorgeous ex-wife, early 90s

 

 Melody, 1988 - my first proper glamour session - see original post here

 My ex-girlfriend Liz, again from the early 90s - see original post here

Me (on the right) and my old friend Nick in the late 80s, getting wanked off by a Goth singer we knew called Katya.

My first footjob

Following on from my last blog post, I think it's fairly obvious to regular readers of this blog that I like feet - not all of them, obviously, but enough that I think it probably counts as a fetish.  To be honest, I’ve always been keen on them but once I became sexually active, I was disappointed to find that a lot of women don’t like their feet to be touched.  My ex-wife, for example, would allow me to give her a foot massage or kiss her feet or give me a footjob, but I could tell she was never really into it.

My first experience was with a girl called Diane, who I met at the UCL bar one night. We’d been seeing each for a week or so and we were young and in love.  She would gladly sit there in the SU bar, rubbing my cock like there was no tomorrow, whilst I played with her pussy and arse. Good times.

On this particular day we’d gone back to her place, a little flat across from the campus and both of us were the worse-for-wear with drink. We chatted for a while, flirting and messing about and then she asked me what my fantasy was.  She told me hers - it involved her being fucked mercilessly by a black guy but since I’m white and didn’t want to ring any mates that night, we passed on it.

I decided to be honest and confessed to her that I had a thing about feet.  Far from being turned off, she had no problem with it and we stripped off. She had great little tits (I’m more of a bigger-tit kind of bloke but, I was there, I went with it) and a flat belly and a juicy arse and lovely, lovely feet. She pushed me onto my back, nestled herself between my legs and put her feet on my chest, wiggling her toes at me. I sucked each one into my mouth in turn and, as she started to play with my balls, I reached down and slid two fingers into her moistening pussy.

She pulled her feet back and scooched down the bed a bit, her feet gripping my cock.

“Stand up,” she said, “next to the bed.”

I did, reluctantly and without warning, she began wanking me, hard and fast, her feet pressing into me, her toes waggling over the shaft. The sensation was incredible and I could barely believe it was happening - I didn’t know what to look at first or what to do.  I chose to go with the flow, watching her feet do their magic and found that if I shifted slightly, she was in the perfect position for me to play with her pussy.  So I did, my fingers sinking easily between her lips, my thumb on her clit.

I began to fuck her feet, the motion moving her body, making her tits dance. The whole thing was the best thing, sexually, that I’d ever seen in my life to that point and it still ranks up there even now.  Her feet got quicker, as did my thrusts and I flicked her clit as if my life depended on it.

She came slightly before me, her shudders making her toes wriggle against my cock.  when I came she didn’t stop wanking me with her feet and I thought, for a moment, I was going to pass out.  Instead, I steadied myself and pointed my cock at the soles of her feet, painting them with cum.

We had a good night that night.

Mandy, an old (and brief) flame

After my ex-wife & I separated, but before we were divorced, I was stuck in this weird no-man's land where I did want to date, but kind of felt it was a bit weird if I did.  What helped was meeting Mandy, who did some modelling for the Photography Group and after we got talking, I discovered she was newly-divorced.

We dated for a few weeks, took some photographs and then she accepted a job in Swindon and left.  I got over it fairly quickly - as did she, she's now happily re-married and we've kept in touch, which is nice.  We were talking the other day and she reminded me of some of the pictures, so I said I'd put them up on the blog if she was happy for me to do that.

She agreed and so here we are.  This is Mandy.  She's lovely (and has great tits!).

Flashback to the 90s

For a brief few months in early 1992 I was seeing a student nurse called Anna.  She was a very dirty girl, in the best sense of the world and our affair - which burned fast and hard - was great fun.

I wonder where she is now?  Anyway, this is what she was like in 1992.

80s Girlfriend Nude On Holiday

Christina and I are off to Barcelona from tomorrow, to soak up the sun, sand, clubs, good food and the plentiful opportunities for shagging!  I will update you when I get back but, in the meantime, I'll leave you with this set.

I went on holiday with my girlfriend Annie in 1989 to Tenerife and we had a great time.  She was a lovely girl, wish I'd taken more sets with her now.  Oh well, enjoy these and speak to you soon.

Cindy, one of my first models...

These were taken in 1988 and feature my then girlfriend Cindy (her name was actually Cynthia, which she hated). I was quite impressed with them at the time (I think they look a bit rough and ready now) and the last shot - a typical 80s glamour one - does date it somewhat.

But hey, I was learning and I think you'll agree, Cindy is pretty hot. I'm Facebook friends with her and I got her permission though, obviously, she wanted her eyes blanking out.

Let me know what you think and I'll pass the comments on to Cindy who is "now married, two kids, house in the suburbs - everything I didn't want when I was 19 and these pictures were being taken!"

Carina - a short-lived holiday romance

It was 1990, she was from Germany, we met on a holiday to Corfu. We went with friends, met on our first night and enjoyed a 'whirlwind' romance. After a few letters and one Christmas card, I never heard from her again.

Oh well, such is life.