Vulva art

...both the word and the body part.  And since this lovely picture - which I took at the Photography Group last week - shows one off brilliantly (and also includes the arsehole) - I thought I'd publish it.

So come on, you know some of my favourite lady parts - what are yours?  Send me your favourites at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

I got an email this morning...

... with a really short and simple message and an attachment.

The message read:

"Please fuck me, wherever you want..."

The attachment is shown below.

Now I would love to take you up on that offer, you have a lovely arse and those feet look like they could curl nicely around my cock but you didn't put your name on it!  Write back, please, as soon as you see this!

Some more readers wives

Here's another collection of pictures kindly sent in by readers of this blog, all of which are very nice.  As I've said before, I'm more than happy to receive pictures of wives, girlfriends, you shagging or selfies from the ladies and happier still to publish them on the blog.

So don't forget, if you have any pictures you'd like to share, you can email them to me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

This is Karen and that's all I know - it could be a selfie, it could be a shot by a partner.  What I do know, however, is that that's a nice pair of tits, a great belly and I love underarm shots!

Cheryl models 'barely-covers-her-arsehole' pants for husband Ron.  Nice. 

One of my all-time favourite pictures, just look at that cleavage!  It belongs to a fine lady called Theresa and the knob belongs to her partner Jim. Thanks, folks!

This is Amy, as sent in by her boyfriend Brett. Great tits and a very nice belly too.

This was sent in by Serena - "What do you think of my tits?" she asks.  Well, I think they're fucking gorgeous

Tom writes - "My wife's arse, what do you reckon?"  Very nice, mate.

Lindsay at the Photography Group

We had a new model at tonight's meeting of the Northants Photographic Club and - as it usually does - it went well.  Lindsay was lovely, fresh and bright and interesting.  Chatting afterwards, as ever, I mentioned this blog and after checking it out yesterday, has no problem with me posting these images great.

Great girl - and look at those tits!

Enjoy!

A Christmas night out

It was my works Christmas do at the weekend and we all trooped off to the Raj, in town. There were about ten of us and, if I’m honest, it was a good evening. Made much, much better by the fact that I bumped into my old friend Carol. She was also there on a works do and I was sitting there, checking over the menu, when I felt fingers walking along my shoulders.

Surprised, I turned around and there she was, looking absolutely fucking stunning. We exchanged pleasantries, then my colleagues began ordering starters and her friends called her over.

“See you soon,” she said and winked. I smiled at her and watched her walk away. When my wife left me, Carol was one of the first women that I saw - we’d known each other before, but got to know one another a lot better over a few weeks. I kind of wished those weeks would start up again!

When it was time for the next round, rather than wait for the waiter to come over, I decided to head to the bar. I don’t know whether she meant to or not, but after I’d been standing there for about a minute - scanning the room, looking for her, Carol was standing next to me.

"How are you?" I asked, "doing okay?" God, she looked beautiful.

“Yeah, so so,” she said, “still single. How about you?”

”Same here, but dating now.”

“Oh good, how’s it working out for you?”

“Not bad.”

She smiled and bit her lip. I’ve always thought that was erotic, with Carol it was more erotic than most. I felt my cock twitch.

Carol looked me in the eyes and smiled, slyly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I don’t know,” I said, hoping against hope that we were on the same wavelength.

“It's Christmas, we're old friends, let's celebrate the season..."

"Uh huh.”

“Okay, I come here to eat a lot. Go up the stairs, turn left, there are three doors - gents, ladies, disabled. Go upstairs in five minutes, I’ll meet you there.”

“Seriously?”

“Just getting into the festive spirit,” she said.

“I’ll be there.”

I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door to the disabled loo was locked, so I knocked.

”Pete?”

"It's me," I said and she opened the door.

The toilet was large, with a sink against the left wall and the pan against the back wall. Carol was standing in front of the sink, wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. "Give your tackle a quick swill," she said, "then sit on the loo."

I did as I was told, then went into the cubicle. She had pulled her top off and popped her tits out of her bra and I couldn't resist giving them a squeeze and thumbing the nipples. That made her groan, which just made my cock even harder! She was wearing a short black skirt and it was around her waist like a belt. As I watched, she pulled her white knickers off and hung them over the toilet roll holder. Her juicy pussy looked fantastic, with speckles of water in the fine blonde fuzz that covered it.

"Pull your trousers down and stand up,” she said and I did. My cock sprang up. “Fuck, I’d forgotten how good that looked."

"If it looks anything as good as your fucking body does, I'd be more than happy."

“Turn around.”

I did and leaned forward and felt her hand snake between my legs. I felt her arm on my back and then a click sound and she photographed my cock.

“Kinky,” I said.

“You idiot, Pete, I saw your blog.”

“Ah.”

“No problem, so long as you print that picture as well as anything else you take of me.”

“I haven’t got my camera.”

“I have my phone, it’ll do. Now, sit down.” She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her pussy starting to gape right in front of my eyes.

"Pussy needs attention," she said, almost purring and I didn't need asking twice.

As you may have guessed, I love muff-diving - I love licking the lips, soaking them with spit, then prying deep with my tongue, making it hard like a little prick or solid and flat, to cover as much ground as possible. I tend to leave the clit sucking until later, to try and get the ladies into a froth before I touch the magic button.

"Harder," she said, "we haven't got much time. Suck on my clit."

"How long have we got?"

She reached down, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. "They’ll probably send out a search party in about ten or fifteen minutes.”

"Fuck it," I said, my lips directly over her cunt, my nose pressed against her clit. She groaned, gripped my cock harder. I kept licking, as if my life depended on it, then she moved and put her feet on the pipe boxes to either side of the bog, hotching forward.

"Wait," she said and turned around, showing me her arse, then tilting forward. "Hold my waist."

I did and, fearlessly, she leaned right forward and as I began to lick her pussy once more, she sucked my cock into her mouth, her tongue playing around the head. She bobbed up and down, literally fucking me with her mouth, her arse shaking as my tongue skills began to hit the spot. She reached down, began to play with my balls, her fingertips brushing over my arsehole. It was all getting too much, then she let go of my cock, stuffed her hand in her mouth and let out an almighty groan.

Her pussy muscles began to contract and I could feel warmth and heat in my mouth. I moved her forward, her legs moving sluggishly and then she was on her feet, her eyes a bit dreamy, smiling at me.

"Fucking brilliant, Pete,” she said.

“Good, now turn around.”

She did and I ran my hands down her back, gripped her waist and guided her down. My cock was standing to attention and I pressed it against her pussy lips, so that she knew where she was. She reached between her legs, put her hands on my knees and I held her hips as she slid onto my cock.

I reached forward, sliding my hands around her body until I was cupping her tits. I played with her nipples, holding my hands flat so that her movement made me brush them. Her pussy was incredibly hot and wet and she quickly went from riding me slowly to humping my cock hard and fast.

I could feel her pussy getting wet and she began to play with my balls again. I felt her finger and realised she was rubbing her clit too. She bucked, thrust harder and then stopped, all of a sudden, both hands crammed to her mouth, as she came. I could feel the tremors rippling through her pussy and her breath caught in her throat. I carried on fondling her tits and then she moved again.

“Are you there?”

“Almost,” I said and began to fuck her now, really thrusting into her, our bodies slapping. She reached down, one finger massaging my perineum, the other hand playing with my balls. All too soon it was too much and, with a gasp, I came inside her. She kept playing with me until I begged her to stop.

After a minute or so to get our breath back, she slid off me and, as I stood up, she sat on the toilet seat.

“Take a picture,” she said and I watched some of my cum ooze out of her.

I took the picture and we got dressed and promised to do it again sometime, then went back downstairs to our colleagues, trying to act as if nothing had happened. My lot quickly guessed, I wonder how long it took her friends?

Clara modelling knickers

Clara is an old friend of mine, a model who's not afraid to how off her body (and nor should she be, she's got a cracking figure and wonderfully photogenic skin).  She's a great girl, we've worked together a lot in the past and when she picked up a small local contract - for a knicker firm - she asked if I'd take some sample shots for her.

Would I?  Ha, never one to miss the opportunity to a) photograph a beautiful woman and b) take nudes, I leapt at the chance.  And here they are.  If anyone reading this wants to get in touch with Clara, for modelling work, drop me a line at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass on the messages.

Enjoy!

MILFs!

I'm in my late-forties, I can appreciate young beauty but I'm not the kind of bloke who goes around chasing women half my age.  I like women in their thirties and forties, I like the way their bodies curve, I like the experience they have, I love the way their age defines them (in a way).

MILF is a term I can get behind and, thankfully, so can some of my readers.  Here's a selection of some of the 'readers wives/readers themselves' who have recently sent pictures through to me.  If you fancy getting something published on the blog, email me the photo at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll try and post up everything I get.

Enjoy the Milf mayhem!

 Gus sent in this picture of his partner Helen.  Look at the beautiful lines of her body - you're a lucky man, mate!

 Angie, sent in by her husband Ian.  I like it...

 Irina, sent in by 'anonymous'.  Very nice

 Reader Sue's self-portrait, with cleavage.  Her partner Samantha enjoys licking her tits.  I can imagine...

 Brian sent in this picture, taken of his wife Marie on the way home from the pub.  He doesn't offer an explanation (except to say it was "a great laugh") so I won't attempt to either, but nice one all the same!

 Cali posing for her husband Tony.  Both of them read the blog and she's really excited to appear.  Apparently, if she does, Tony gets a treat.  Please write and let me know what it was mate, would you?

 Kate urged her husband Simon to send this picture in - she's proud of her arse and curves.  And so she should be, what a great photo!

 I like this, a selfie from Maude.

 Andrew took this of his new bride (second time round for them both) on the first day of their honeymoon.  He doesn't say what the rest of the days were like but I hope he has photographic evidence!

Thanks to all contributors and don't forget, send me your pics at petermorgan1969@gmail.com

Rachel poses...

I've posted quite a bit about Rachel, with either juicy photos or equally juicy tales, but I think she deserves some credit for also being a great model of mine.

And so I present to you my fuckbuddy Rachel, posing...

Enjoy!

My ex (again)

I know, I know, but I can't help it - every now and again, my thoughts go back to my ex-wife and I can't seem to get her out of my head.  It doesn't last often (and I really don't want to get back with her) but what helps is looking at some of the pictures we took together.

I enjoy that.  And I hope you do too!

My ex-wife - enjoy!

My friend Moira

This is Moira, I've known her for years after taking several night school classes with her. She's a good friend and she's been a model for me a few times. We were drinking earlier this week and it slipped out about this blog and she started reading it. I was worried about her reaction but needn't have been, she's a good egg and took it in her stride. Said some of my writing turned her on, in fact, which was great to hear. Anyway, she has it in her head that she's not got a good body - which I've always disagreed with - and I suggested a shoot to settle the score, once and for all. As I was shooting, she asked me if I'd feature the pictures on here.

Well, who am I to turn down a pretty lady?

So here they are and do me - and Moira - a favour, would you? If you like what you see, drop me a line at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass your comments on to her. Cheers!

Christina - tits, pussy, arse & feet!

We went away for the weekend and Christina was in top form, very randy and very demanding!  On our last day, she decided she wanted an impromptu photo-session and this picture - for me - sums up the whole weekend perfectly!

How lush does she look?

Difficult to pick the best bit - toes, soles, legs, pussy, arse, tits - so I licked all of them!