A paid commission! Yes!
Brian got in touch with me through the Photography Group, he'd seen the blog, liked what I did and thought I might be able to help. His girlfriend wanted to try out some modelling, he works at a sportswear shop in the town centre and a new swimming costume had just come in that he thought she'd look lovely in. So could I do anything?
We met up, Carla was very keen (and loved the blog too) and she was great to work with. So here we go, here are the results of our shoot (as ever, any comments for Carla should be sent through to me at petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass them on).
Friday, 28 March 2014
Sunday, 23 March 2014
Christina's belly (and toes)
Because it's beautiful, I love it and simply can't get enough of it, I photograph Christina's belly quite often. And because I have this blog, I like to share them so here are three pictures for your delectation, hope you enjoy.

Of course, I also love her feet!


Of course, I also love her feet!


Monday, 17 March 2014
Rachel wanks and I watch
Rachel, my fuckbuddy, can be a kinky bitch at times. She saves us her kinks, knowing that I’ll let her do them without question and I like that level of trust and honesty. I also love the way Rachel is, she’s fucking gorgeous - brunette, middle height, nice tits, toned from the gym - and we never make love, we always fuck.
We’d arranged to go out for the evening but it was clear when I got to her place and she was wearing a thin jumper and a pair of jeans that we weren’t going to get far. She led me up to her bedroom, saying she was going to get changed and I sat on the floor by the window. She sat on the edge of her bed.
“How much do I turn you on?” she asked.
“A lot, you know that.”
“What is it that turns you on, beyond my tits and feet and pussy?”
I laughed. “Well I think it’s mostly how open you are about sex,” I said.
“You write and like to tell stories,” she said, “tell me a fantasy of yours and turn me on.”
I looked at her, reclining now on the bed, the jumper pulling tight over her tits and just started talking. I pretended that the situation now was different, that we were both on the bed and I was stroking her. I told her I’d brush her tits and belly, explore around her pussy, play with her arse and lick her toes.
As I talked, Rachel closed her eyes and began to run her hands over her stomach and breasts. By the time I had moved on to describing us French-kissing as I fingered her, she was moaning quietly under her breath and seemed to be in a world of her own. Her left hand slid into her jeans and the other up underneath her jumper. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. “Fuck, Pete, I’m getting turned on,” she said and I’m getting hot.
She stood up and pulled her jumper over her head. Her bra was white but it was off almost immediately and she let it drop to the floor. She looked at her but I was looking at her gorgeous tit, her nipples red and hard. As I glanced down, over her flat stomach, she undid the button of her jeans and pulled them off. She turned to hang her jeans on the chair and wiggled her arse at me - it was nice and ripe, smooth and firm. She laid back on the bed.
“My pussy is really wet,” she said, “and I like this, I like having you close by while I play with myself.” She batted her eyelashes and I was almost overcome with lust. “Come sit next to the bed.” I did as I was told and watched as she played with her breasts and ran her fingers over her pussy mound through her knickers. My cock was very hard.
She lifted her bum off the bed and slid her knickers off, kicking them towards her jumper. “That’s better,” she said and spread her legs, “nothing in the way.”
I looked at her pussy, slick with juice, the lips almost pouting. It was easy to see how turned on she was and when she slid her hand between her legs, the juice glistened on her fingers. She let out of a soft groin, spreading her lips and looking down at herself.
“I feel so fucking dirty,” she said, “wanking off with you there. Do you like it, do you like watching me?”
I knew that the illicitness of this - even after everything we’d done together - was turning her on so I played along. Anyway, I liked hearing her talk like that. “Yes, I love it, you’re such a dirty girl.”
She groaned and spread her legs further, resting her calf on my shoulder as she began to rub her clit steadily. Her mouth was open and she was looking right at me. I liked the eye contact while she was rubbing herself.
“Rachel, you look fucking gorgeous wanking yourself,” I said. She was moaning louder now, her fingers rubbing her clit faster. When a jolt of pleasure hit her, her back was arched and her tits jiggled.
“You like the way my tits move?” she asked and I nodded, my gaze caught between them and her pussy. “Oh fuck,” she hissed, “I fucking love you watching me.”
“Keep going,” I said, “I want to see you make yourself cum.”
At that, she rubbed her clit quicker and ran her other hand down over her tits and belly to her pussy. She spread her lips and slid one finger inside, still working her clit. I watched her work her pussy with both hands and listened to her groans. She rolled onto her side, gyrating her hips in time with her moans and my cock ached to be let out of my jeans.
Rachel was saying my name now, moaning it, telling me to watch her rub her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip. “Fuck,” she moaned, “fuck it, I’m almost there Pete, I’m almost… Oh god.” She opened her eyes wide, biting her lips harder. Her hips, hand and voice were in rhythm and she had that edgy look of someone on the verge of an amazing orgasm.
“Watch me cum,” she said through gritted teeth and laid on her back, “I’m cumming.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Rachel, I love the way your pussy looks, I love the look on your face. Cum for me, cum for me.”
After all the build-up, it seemed to come on her immediately and she cried out as a huge orgasm raced through her body. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight, her eyes locked on mine. Her back arched and her hips jerked, making her tits bounce again and she didn’t stop flicking her clit until each movement was making her shudder.
She lay there for a while with a satisfied smile on her face while I stroked her hand and I was filled with a massive sense of tenderness for her, as well as an almost-overwhelming desire to get on the bed and jump her bones.
“That was really amazing,” I said.
She looked at me, her eyes heavily lidded. “I want to watch you do it now…” she said.
We’d arranged to go out for the evening but it was clear when I got to her place and she was wearing a thin jumper and a pair of jeans that we weren’t going to get far. She led me up to her bedroom, saying she was going to get changed and I sat on the floor by the window. She sat on the edge of her bed.
“How much do I turn you on?” she asked.
“A lot, you know that.”
“What is it that turns you on, beyond my tits and feet and pussy?”
I laughed. “Well I think it’s mostly how open you are about sex,” I said.
“You write and like to tell stories,” she said, “tell me a fantasy of yours and turn me on.”
I looked at her, reclining now on the bed, the jumper pulling tight over her tits and just started talking. I pretended that the situation now was different, that we were both on the bed and I was stroking her. I told her I’d brush her tits and belly, explore around her pussy, play with her arse and lick her toes.
As I talked, Rachel closed her eyes and began to run her hands over her stomach and breasts. By the time I had moved on to describing us French-kissing as I fingered her, she was moaning quietly under her breath and seemed to be in a world of her own. Her left hand slid into her jeans and the other up underneath her jumper. After a few minutes she opened her eyes. “Fuck, Pete, I’m getting turned on,” she said and I’m getting hot.
She stood up and pulled her jumper over her head. Her bra was white but it was off almost immediately and she let it drop to the floor. She looked at her but I was looking at her gorgeous tit, her nipples red and hard. As I glanced down, over her flat stomach, she undid the button of her jeans and pulled them off. She turned to hang her jeans on the chair and wiggled her arse at me - it was nice and ripe, smooth and firm. She laid back on the bed.
“My pussy is really wet,” she said, “and I like this, I like having you close by while I play with myself.” She batted her eyelashes and I was almost overcome with lust. “Come sit next to the bed.” I did as I was told and watched as she played with her breasts and ran her fingers over her pussy mound through her knickers. My cock was very hard.
She lifted her bum off the bed and slid her knickers off, kicking them towards her jumper. “That’s better,” she said and spread her legs, “nothing in the way.”
I looked at her pussy, slick with juice, the lips almost pouting. It was easy to see how turned on she was and when she slid her hand between her legs, the juice glistened on her fingers. She let out of a soft groin, spreading her lips and looking down at herself.
“I feel so fucking dirty,” she said, “wanking off with you there. Do you like it, do you like watching me?”
I knew that the illicitness of this - even after everything we’d done together - was turning her on so I played along. Anyway, I liked hearing her talk like that. “Yes, I love it, you’re such a dirty girl.”
She groaned and spread her legs further, resting her calf on my shoulder as she began to rub her clit steadily. Her mouth was open and she was looking right at me. I liked the eye contact while she was rubbing herself.
“Rachel, you look fucking gorgeous wanking yourself,” I said. She was moaning louder now, her fingers rubbing her clit faster. When a jolt of pleasure hit her, her back was arched and her tits jiggled.
“You like the way my tits move?” she asked and I nodded, my gaze caught between them and her pussy. “Oh fuck,” she hissed, “I fucking love you watching me.”
“Keep going,” I said, “I want to see you make yourself cum.”
At that, she rubbed her clit quicker and ran her other hand down over her tits and belly to her pussy. She spread her lips and slid one finger inside, still working her clit. I watched her work her pussy with both hands and listened to her groans. She rolled onto her side, gyrating her hips in time with her moans and my cock ached to be let out of my jeans.
Rachel was saying my name now, moaning it, telling me to watch her rub her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip. “Fuck,” she moaned, “fuck it, I’m almost there Pete, I’m almost… Oh god.” She opened her eyes wide, biting her lips harder. Her hips, hand and voice were in rhythm and she had that edgy look of someone on the verge of an amazing orgasm.
“Watch me cum,” she said through gritted teeth and laid on her back, “I’m cumming.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Rachel, I love the way your pussy looks, I love the look on your face. Cum for me, cum for me.”
After all the build-up, it seemed to come on her immediately and she cried out as a huge orgasm raced through her body. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight, her eyes locked on mine. Her back arched and her hips jerked, making her tits bounce again and she didn’t stop flicking her clit until each movement was making her shudder.
She lay there for a while with a satisfied smile on her face while I stroked her hand and I was filled with a massive sense of tenderness for her, as well as an almost-overwhelming desire to get on the bed and jump her bones.
“That was really amazing,” I said.
She looked at me, her eyes heavily lidded. “I want to watch you do it now…” she said.
Tuesday, 11 March 2014
Paula, being an exhibitionist this time!
You might remember my old friend Paula (I've blogged about her here and here) - well, we got together again last weekend because she told me, in an email, that she'd had some thoughts about exhibitionism. I was more than happy to go along with it (seriously, look at her, would you turn her down?) and so we went into town and caught a shuttle bus.
That shoot was so successful, we went back out the next day, to the park.
Let me know which set you like best on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass all your replies on to Paula.
That shoot was so successful, we went back out the next day, to the park.
Let me know which set you like best on petermorgan1969@gmail.com and I'll pass all your replies on to Paula.
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
My ex-wife, having a wank
I found some more old pictures of my ex-wife yesterday, tucked away in an anonymous photo wallet. We'd been to a wedding (of our friend Rob & Julie, who are still together I'm pleased to say) in Swindon and stayed at a Travelodge. The wedding went well, we both got a little bit drunk and very much horny and one thing quickly led to another (as it has a habit of doing).
I know we're not together any more, I know we haven't been for the life of this blog - this blog, in fact, only exists because I got divorced! - but she was fucking gorgeous!
I know we're not together any more, I know we haven't been for the life of this blog - this blog, in fact, only exists because I got divorced! - but she was fucking gorgeous!
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Trisha, a fetish model
Through the Photography Group (and more specifically a lovely lady called Tasha who I posted about here), I met Trisha who is starting to make a bit of a name for herself locally as a fetish model.
Tash told her all about this blog and the fact that I was professional and Trisha needed some photographs for her portfolio and so one thing led to another, we had a coffee and arranged this shoot.
Trisha was a delight to work with, she looks stunning and I had great fun with this. As always, if you want to get in touch with her, send me an email in the first instance - and she told me to write "don't be shy!". You can get in touch with me via petermorgan1969@gmail.com
Enjoy the set!
Tash told her all about this blog and the fact that I was professional and Trisha needed some photographs for her portfolio and so one thing led to another, we had a coffee and arranged this shoot.
Trisha was a delight to work with, she looks stunning and I had great fun with this. As always, if you want to get in touch with her, send me an email in the first instance - and she told me to write "don't be shy!". You can get in touch with me via petermorgan1969@gmail.com
Enjoy the set!
Thursday, 20 February 2014
Christina pleasures me (with a wank)
I parked up near to the bank and we walked along the High street,
heading for a pub to catch a crafty pint before our table was due. As we passed a little service alley that ran
between the Royal Hotel and a jewellers, Christina grabbed me and pushed me
in. Three steps into the alley and we
were sufficiently in the shadows enough that anyone walking by the street - and
there weren’t many people about - wouldn’t be able to see us clearly. The end of the alley was in darkness.
“What’s going on?” I said.
Christina pushed me against the
wall, pressing her body against me and kissed me hard, moving from my lips to
my ear and then to my neck. Her hands
moved across me, caressing my chest through my shirt and running lower, across
my belly. She unbuttoned my shirt,
letting her cool, soft fingers stray onto my skin at every opportunity. As she got higher, she leaned down and
flicked my nipples with her tongue.
“Take it off,” he said and I did
as she asked, glorying in the sudden exposure.
She bit her lip and then slipped
her hands into the waistband of my chinos, pushing down until she connected
with the tip of my cock. Smiling, she
slowly undid my belt, then the button and zip and pulled my trousers down to my
knees. My cock was already standing to
attention, tenting my boxers. She
reached through the slit and the connection, of her hand and my cock, was like
being jolted with electricity. She
pulled my boxers down. “Beautiful,” she said, kneeling down in front of me and
licking her lips, “I love the look of your balls.”
I watched her staring at my
cock, there didn’t seem to be anything to say.
I shifted back slightly, so that I could see straight down the front of
her blouse. Her tits were hidden by a
bra but I could see the nipples standing proud through the material.
“I’ve been thinking about this
all day,” she said and wrapped her fingers around my cock. “I was in a meeting this afternoon and all I
could think of was this.” With her left
index finger she traced the thick vein from my balls up to my glans. I groaned.
“Like it?”
“Oh yes. It was a killer, licking you out last night
and then going home and I was desperate to have a wank.”
“But you didn’t, did you?” She rubbed the palm of her hand over my
glans.
“No, because you’d promised for
tonight.”
“And I always keep my
promises.” She smiled and tugged back
my foreskin as she began to stroke my cock.
“This is looking very nice and hard.”
“It has been every time I’ve
thought about you today.”
“You must have stayed sitting
for quite a while then.”
I smiled and she varied the
speed of her hand. I made a sound that
was midway between a sigh and a moan.
“Oh you like that, do you?”
She carried on massaging my
cock, smiling as she kept eye contact.
As her right hand stroked me, her left played with my balls and she
fondled them between her fingers, tickling and tugging gently. After a few minutes, she leaned towards me
but rather than go for my cock went for my balls.
She gently licked them,
exploring my testicles from top to bottom and side to side. She teased them
with her teeth and in between playful ball nips nuzzled my balls with soft
loving kisses, wanking me all the time.
After a few moments she leaned back, her lips shiny with saliva and gave
her full attention to my cock. She
squeezed it in the middle and watched as a clear drop of cum slid out of the
top. Sticking out her tongue, she
flicked the tip at my cockhead and licked the dribble up. The tantalising sensation sent a jolt of
pleasure through my cock and up my spine. She stuck out her tongue again and
began to flick the tip of my cock quickly, almost in a frenzy.
Christina parted her ruby red
lips and sucked my cock into her mouth.
Securely gripping it between her lips, she sucked the head of my cock
like it was the last one she would ever blow. The sensation was exquisite and
the suction was so great, it felt as if drops of cum were being sucked right
out of me.
I put my hands to my sides,
palms against the cool wall, trying to brace myself. When she released the suction and slowly worked her way up the
length of my cock till all of it was in her mouth, I wanted to sit down, the
pleasure was so intense. As she
swallowed as much as she could, I felt her breath on my lower belly. I don’t think anyone had ever given me such
a deep blowjob and although I was worried about her breathing, I didn’t want
her to stop, the sensations were too much!
Finally, she slowly pulled back
and started to bob up and down on my cock, but never let it go fully, her lips
were always clamped to the tip.
The constant movement - and
watching her - was too much and I leaned down, rubbing her tits through her
top. Without missing a beat, she undid
the first three buttons on her blouse, pulled it open and slipped her tits out
of her bra.
“Fuck,” I hissed and she looked
up at me, her eyes wide and bright.
“Fuck me,” I said and leaned forward, my fingers finding the soft flesh
of her tits and the harder tautness of her nipples. She kept moving her head and I quickly realised I was holding back
the urge to begin thrusting into her mouth, when I heard Christina mutter
something.
“Fuck my mouth,” she mumbled.
“What?” I asked, not sure I’d
heard it right.
She let my cock slip out of her
mouth and glanced at me. “Fuck my
mouth,” she said, “just don’t be too rough.”
Christina gripped the base of my
shaft and slowly swallowed it up again.
When she was comfortable, she let it go and put her hands on my belly as
I held the sides of her head and leaned back slightly. I pulled out slowly and then leaned forward
with my pelvis, watching my cock slide into her mouth. It was an incredibly horny sight and knowing
that I had full power made it even better.
I slowly drove my cock in and out as Christina stared up at me
coquettishly.
Her eyes were wide, as if she
was as enraptured by the exchange of control as I was. She watched me, her eyes twinkling, as I
gasped and moved faster and faster.
Soon, I was shoving almost the entire length of my cock into her mouth
and it was slick with drool. My hips
rocked back and forth quickly as I fucked her mouth.
I leaned forward, reaching for
her breasts and I played with them, her tongue playing with the tip whenever it
got a chance to.
After a while, she pulled back,
working her lips on the glans.
“Shit, was I too rough?”
Holding my cock hard in her
hand, she wiped her lips and looked at me.
“No, not at all, it was good but I’m starting to ache a bit now.”
Before I could say anything she
slipped my cock back into her mouth and ran her lips across the eye. The stimulation - warm breath, wet tongue,
soft lips - was fantastic and she made a noise like a satisfied “mmm” as I
tweaked her nipples. I watched her work
on my cock, her cheeks drawn in from the vacuum and she took me in at an angle
till I was visibly poking out of her cheeks.
Her pursed lips slid up and down
my shaft faster and faster, her head bobbing
as she stole glances from me.
There was fun in her eyes and delight too.
The wet noises, my cock moving in her mouth and her saliva, were clearly
audible and I groaned. She was so good,
this whole thing had been so good, I knew I couldn’t hold off for much
longer. My sounds and the squirming of
my cock must have alerted Christina and she responded by keeping pace and
sucking as fast as she could.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped.
She nodded but didn’t move her
mouth. She’d already told me she didn’t
like to swallow but I couldn’t do anything about that now, it was hard enough
trying to stay on my feet.
As I got ever closer to coming,
she let my cock slide out of her mouth and her hands instantly replaced her
lips. She wanked me, fast and hard, my
cock pointing at her face and chest.
She slid her left arm under her tits and smiled at me, licking her lips.
“Oh, I’m going to…”
She moved herself to the side
slightly but didn’t change her speed.
The first jet of cum caught her by surprise and she smiled, still
pumping her hand. I came in great
spurts, which hit the wall and floor and her bare leg.
I had to beg her to stop in the
end.
“Wow,” I said, “I loved that.”
“My pleasure,” she said and
kissed my drooping cock loudly on the head.
She quickly rubbed my cum into her leg and stood up, slipping her tits
back into her bra as if we were standing in her bedroom.
Friday, 14 February 2014
A Valentine's Day treat...
I received this text at lunchtime and I'll make no comment about it, but leave you to come up with your own thoughts...
Pete
It's Friday, it's almost five, get the fuck home - I'm waiting for you!
Cxx
And this was the attached photograph.
Needless to say, I legged it home!
Pete
It's Friday, it's almost five, get the fuck home - I'm waiting for you!
Cxx
And this was the attached photograph.
Needless to say, I legged it home!
Saturday, 8 February 2014
June's feet
Do you remember the set I took of June, the lieutenant at the Photography Group (linked here)? Well, last night she was wearing jeans and kicked off her shoes when she was rolling out the background sheet and the look of her painted toes, against the dark of her denim, was wonderful.
I asked, pretty please, if I could take some shots and she agreed. See what you think!
I asked, pretty please, if I could take some shots and she agreed. See what you think!
Sunday, 2 February 2014
Christi - bodyscapes
Following on with some more of my work with abstracts and bodyscapes, here are some I took with a great local model I know called Christi. She's a brilliant model, very professional and prepared and great fun to work with.







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