Yipee, it's weekend!
I was spending a little time recently multi-tasking. No, not the sort where I have two gentlemen's needs to attend to, but the sort where it turned out while doing one thing I was also doing another.
The thing I was really doing was getting ready to go out to a meeting, which means getting showered and presentable, drying my hair, picking some interesting lingerie, then covering it all up in something that somehow combines nicely respectable with highly fuckable. It sometimes amazes me that I manage to pull it off, as I don't exactly have a planned standard look, but I usually find some way of dressing that has the desired effect. I myself put it down to my twinkly-eyed smile, but one of my regulars is a bit more basic - "Face it, Lorna. You just can't hide tits that good. "The old romantic, eh?
Anyway, I got my mobile out to take a few photos as I was getting ready this time. It's kind of a weird approach, as I start out undressed and get more and more clothed as time passes. (I think of it as a pirts, which is a strip in reverse.) At the same time, however, as I get more dressed up I am getting closer and closer to the time when I set off, and by extension closer and closer to the time when the sexual element of our meeting will get underway, so you'll sometimes see me looking more aroused the more fully dressed I am. There's usually a point in the proceedings where I wonder how he'll want to take me and I like to think that comes across in the photos. Just take a look at some of my photosets and I'm sure you'll see the one where I remember I'll have a new lover's cock inside me soon!
The gentleman in question this time was someone I have seen before a few times. There isn't the same thrill of novelty, but on the other hand, the familiarity can be even better. He is more relaxed because he has a pretty good handle on what to do for our mutual pleasure.
I like a man who is generous with his pleasure-giving. I make no promises, but I am often prepared to indulge the tastes, let's say, of a man who is prepared to see that my needs get attended to as well. I have a few gentlemen friends who are *very* gifted when it comes to oral stimulation (yes you RC!), and they find me willing to treat them especially well in return. Then there is the lovely friend of mine from just across the water, who must go weeks without relieving himself, given the amount he can pump over my face and body. I am amazed just how good it feels to work on his cock, pick up those signs that tell me he is getting close, then sit back and shove my chest out so he can shoot his load onto my tits. The guy comes for ages, jet after jet of hot cream on me...hold on, I may need to break off for a moment here and regain some composure!
There's such a range of experiences, from the guys who like to take charge and pound me for as long as they can, to the gentler guy who spends ages kissing and caressing me, whispering how much he wants me. (Both of these guys exist and both have got me to come, by the way!)
There is no right or wrong way to do this; it is either pleasant or it isn't, and even if it isn't the sort of sex that changes your life this time around, there's no reason it couldn't be better next time around. So Lorna's motto for the day - practice makes perfect. Or at least bloody good fun.
Now, if I can just get back to my preparations, this frilly number is for Mr J near Preston. Lovely guy, good conversationalist and keen to explore 69. No grounds for complaint there, I think. You know, it's times like this I love my job!
You can see the naughty photos to go with this post on the links below.
Love Lorna Blu xxx