Last night cam session...
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Publié :9/9/2015 15h37
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 16h15 6499 vues
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The plan was take some photographs to add to the profile, blogs and articles. Which we managed to do. Sophie looked stunning in her see-thru black top, black bra, knickers, stockings and suspenders. My first problem was keeping my hands off her before the photos were done. It was hard (pun intended) but I managed to get 40-50 shots and a number of them will appear on the site over time.
As she was laying on the sofa, I thought I’d give passion a treat and put the cam on. Very quickly viewer numbers grew, over 100 within a few minutes, then 200. By now, Sophie’s tits were out, her nipples were hard and her hands were making their way down to her knickers…
Being watched is one of Sophie’s fantasies – she has written about it several times! 300 viewers – plus me – watching Sophie getting turned on is a big turn-on for me!
By now, she’s fingering herself while message after message is coming in – some asking her to view their cams, some telling her about their massive cocks, some even offering money for sex!
But Sophie is too busy pleasuring herself to reply to any – even the ladies (another of her big fantasies is an FFM threesome!)
Over 400 people are now watching Sophie masturbate. Her fingers are feverishly working away at her pussy, her body is writhing with the pleasure she is giving herself.
Cam peaks at 504 viewers, but Sophie saves her orgasm for me. She stops playing, I join her on the sofa and we reboot the cam. I lay behind her so her body is on full show to the cam. My fingers find her arse and a small groan tells me she likes this so I push one finger inside, then two. She is grinding her arse on my fingers. Unfortunately, the viewers cannot see what we are up to, only the front view of her writhing body.
I’ve got no idea how many viewers we go to before we shut the laptop and I ate her pussy and arse to orgasm.
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Shower with the Girls
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Publié :8/9/2015 13h21
Dernière mise à jour :15/9/2015 13h27 7065 vues
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The indoor pool was blissful. The water was warm, the glass windows dripping with condensation but it was darkness outside and only the reflection of myself and my fellow swimmers could be seen. There were five of them; women – all somewhere between twenty and forty, I thought – and all of them were attractive. Well, the spa I was staying at wasn’t cheap, and they were obviously well looked after women. Their make-up was subtle and beautifully applied, and obviously waterproof! Their swimsuits were well cut too and obviously expensive. I’ve noticed that the smaller the swimwear, the more expensive it is. There was one lady in a bikini that barely covered anything; it was black, with string holding the cups in position and another bit of string held the bottoms in place. I wondered why she’d bothered at all!
I continued to swim, watching the others as I went whilst trying not to be caught staring. Black Bikini smiled at me as I swam past her; she was sitting on the side of the pool, and I caught more than a glimpse of side boob as I went past. She didn’t seem at all bothered by my looking.
I was on my way down the length of the pool when another woman went to join her. This lady was blonde and utterly stunning. Her hair was almost down to her waist and she wore a scarlet swimsuit. It looked very demure until I saw her bend over and realised it was completely backless and a thong! I really didn’t know where to look now!
I was starting to tire, and decided to get out of the water. There was a row of showers just before the entrance to the changing rooms and I made my way over, cursing myself for leaving my towel in my locker. I turned the water on and stopped caring – the shower head was huge and the water was hot. A perfect shower and I allowed my eyes to close as the water cascaded down my body.
I lost track of how long I was standing there; the water felt so good on my shoulders that I stayed standing enjoying the sensations. But then I heard the shower next to me start up and couldn’t help but open my eyes to see who was there. It was the Blonde. She smiled warmly at me, and started to smooth the water over her hair. And then as I watched from the corner of my eye, she slid the straps of her swimsuit over her shoulders, and pushed the whole thing down to the floor. I didn’t know what to say! She was completely naked! The water slid over her body and I couldn’t help be stare as her hands smoothed the flow over her thighs and stomach.
Suddenly another hand joined hers, and I made no secret of my surprise as I looked up to see Black Bikini wrapping her arms around Blonde. Her breasts must have been pressed tightly against her back – her arms reached all the way in front of her. Her fingers started to tease Blonde’s nipples and my own started to stiffen in response to the sexy display.
“I think she’s getting turned on” whispered Black Bikini to Blonde and she gestured towards me. I glanced behind in case there was someone else there, but no – it was definitely me they were talking about. “Kelly, help her will you?”
I turned around and watched wide-eyed as Kelly emerged from the pool. It was Ursula Andress walking out of the sea all over again. A white bikini, tanned skin, and dark hair and eyes that oozed sex appeal. She walked towards me, confident and smiling. Her nipples were completely visible through the wet fabric, and I could see the shadows of her pussy too. I was struck dumb; there was clearly something going on and I was desperate to find out what.
Kelly reached for some shampoo as she stepped into the showers and without warning she smoothed it onto my hair, rubbing it in. I allowed myself to be turned around, and pushed forward gently as she massaged my scalp. Her nails gently scraped my head – something that has always turned me on. I couldn’t help but moan as she pressed her pussy against my backside and smoothed the water through my hair. My eyes were tightly closed against the soapy water, and all I could feel was the coolness of this stunning brunette behind me.
She pulled me upright again, and her arms started to massage my shoulders. My body relaxed as her hands pressed lower and lower, sliding over my lower back towards my hips. I didn’t make any complaint when I felt my swimsuit pulled down and I kicked it away without a hint of modesty. Too late I noticed that another pair of hands had reached to start touching my thighs; I merely put my hands out to support myself on the wall as the fingers started burrowing into my body.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Black Bikini was knelt between my legs, her fingers as close to my pussy without touching it. Blonde was stroking my backside whilst Kelly was massaging my back. I’ve never felt so desired in all my life.
Suddenly, Black Bikini pushed her head forward and thrust her tongue deep into my pussy. “Oh God!” I cried, my balance rocked along with my senses. It felt so good. So, so good! Her fingers prised my pussy lips apart so she could go in deeper and I let her, enjoying every sensation as she tasted my arousal. As I became accustomed to the feel of her in front of me, I felt Blonde behind me sliding her hands over my bottom. Her nails dragged over my skin, tickling me and making me grind against Black Bikini. Her fingers teased my bumhole, making me tense and then relax, and as I did so, her fingers went back, flirting with my arse and slowly filling me up with her fingers. I groaned, I moaned… I didn’t know what to do! I wanted to let Black Bikini swim up my pussy, but the naughty sensation of Blonde playing with my arse was too much. Kelly’s arms had snaked around me and she was playing with my nipples and everywhere was being attended to. I just had to stand there and take it and I could feel my body start to jerk with the promise or orgasm.
“Slow down, girls. She’ll come in a minute.” Warned Kelly, as her fingers teased my rock hard nipples. “Come on, lie her down.”
They pulled me down onto the floor, the shower heads continued to flow water onto us and the sensation was incredible as Black Bikini resumed her position over my pussy. She dived right in, sucking my clit and flicking her tongue against me making my legs quiver. Blonde and Kelly were playing with a breast each and as I opened my eyes to check I wasn’t dreaming I saw them kissing above me. I creamed…. It was such a sexy sight! My hips started to grind against Black Bikini and I reached out to touch the others. Kelly pulled one hand up to play with her breast and she placed the other on Blonde. Then they carried on kissing, letting me tease their nipples into solid nuggets. Their hips were starting to writhe against the air and I dropped my hands down, allowing them to find their way into their soaking wet pussies. And Oh My! They were soaking wet. I could feel the arousal burning hot as I delved inside them. I’d never done this before, but my fingers seemed to know what they were doing. Neither woman complained at my actions, and so I carried on, sliding my fingers slowing in and out, as deep as I could.
But then Black Bikini started to suck on my clit, and I couldn’t ignore the sensations any longer. She pulled my hips tight against her and sucked for all she was worth. The orgasm exploded inside me – I shouted out – I don’t know what I said – but it felt sensational. I’d never felt anything as intense. My mind shut down, my hands stopped playing in their pussies, and my legs splayed wide as the pleasure washed through me.
Who knows how much time passed before I could open my eyes again? When they did open, I wasn’t remotely surprised to see the three of them in position; Black Bikini was on her hands and knees with her tongue deep inside Blonde’s pussy. Kelly was on her knees feasting on Black Bikini. I wanted to join in, but their movements were so practised I didn’t know what to do. I sat up, my naked body wet and satisfied and played with my pussy as I watched as one-by-one they each exploded in orgasm. My own, second climax; a powerful but quick rush of ecstasy flooded through me as I watched Kelly come. The eroticism was so intense.
I made no hesitation when they took my hand and led me into the changing room. I didn’t even think about my abandoned swimming costume, or theirs. I was welcomed naked and wet into their group and I’ve never looked back.
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Curious.... Very curious!!
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Publié :3/9/2015 13h54
Dernière mise à jour :27/4/2024 16h15 6597 vues
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Unsurprisingly, this is Sophie writing!
Hopefully by now you’ll have either read our profile, had a rummage through our blogs or you’ve seen us in action. And some of you lucky couples might even have chatted to us….
And that means you’ll know that whilst Phil is straight, I am bi-curious…
Basically, I like women. I think I always have; I highlighted the option on a list of personal issues I had many years ago…I didn’t even realise it was an issue but I highlighted it anyway! Either way, it was ignored, and on I went with the boring non-eventful sex life of my previous relationship.
And then I met Phil… and after some time together we started talking fantasies… and then we found passion…. And then we did some more talking and I realised that actually, I found quite a lot of women attractive.
To be honest with you – I find women a lot more attractive than I do men… I’m sorry boys, but there’s so much more to a woman; the shape, their style, their attitude to themselves and others… it’s not just about a cock and where to put it!
You can get into the mind of a woman, play the conversation right, and you can have her imagination (and hands) running wild of all the ideas and thoughts of things that you’re going to do to her!
And maybe it’s a cliché, but who doesn’t like the image of a woman dressed up in corset and suspenders, striking a pose because she’s got the confidence to know just how damned sexy she looks?!
In short;
1. No, I haven’t had any experience with a woman
2. Yes, I really want to
3. And yes, I have a corset… it’s a leather one…
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Favourite Position
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Publié :1/9/2015 13h57
Dernière mise à jour :2/9/2015 15h09 6613 vues
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Someone asked me the other day what my favourite position was… Not being a football fan, I assumed they meant sexually!
Which got me thinking….
Back in the olden-days, I would have said; “My favourite position? That would be the Doggie position”…. After all, it’s up to Phil to do all the work, I just get on all fours, spread myself wide and have him plunge into my pussy, as deep as possible and I get to feel all of him thrusting against all of me. It’s lovely, and it is I suppose, quite traditional.
But now…? Well, things are different. For one thing, Phil can make me come in about one minute if he finds that special spot inside my pussy walls. You see, Phil has a magic tongue, and once that pushes itself inside me, there’s no telling how long I can last. Sometimes he will find that spot instantly and that’s it, I melt within moments. And then sometimes he’ll take his time…tease me, make my body shiver and quiver until I’m writhing on the bed / sofa / floor begging him to take me over the edge. And I’ll come. It’s heavenly, it really is.
So my favourite position – whichever one makes Phil make me come the quickest!
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Erotic Fantasies
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Publié :31/8/2015 4h48
Dernière mise à jour :2/9/2015 10h08 7674 vues
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We both like story-telling, so from the early days of relationship we have made up erotic tales for each other - some of which we have published on amazon, under the name PhiloSophie!! (called Sex On The Go, if you are interested!)
Just to give you a sample here is one of the stories - written by Sophie.
It’s an early summer morning. By the time I wake up you’ve long since gone to work and your side of the bed is cold. I roll over and squash a note that you’ve left on your pillow.
“Good morning! I trust you slept well. No rush to get up, but when you do your outfit is hanging up on the wardrobe door. Meet me at the library at 1pm; You'll need to go to the third floor..”
The Library?! Why on earth the library, and what on earth is on the third floor Neither of us are the type to do libraries but I’m intrigued and more than happy to follow your instructions.
A quick glance at the wardrobe shows me your choice of outfit. Although it doesn’t look like much. A plain white blouse, a short tight black skirt, black holdups and bright blue bra and thong. There’s some weird wire dangling from the hanger and on closer inspection it’s an earpiece for my phone. My mind whirling with possible thoughts I shower and dress according to your instructions. The thong sits snugly between the cheeks of my backside and the bra does extraordinary things to my already impressive cleavage. It’s one of those that does the “plunge” effect and as I button the blouse I can see why you’ve chosen it. It’s very visible through the cotton! The skirt fits as snugly over my backside as the rest of the outfit and I turn to the mirror to get the final effect. Wow! It’s unexpectedly sexy. I’ve dug out a pair of high heels as well and they help my posture, sticking my bum out and my tits up. I add a bit of make-up, fix the cable to my phone and head out into town.
In your chosen outfit I feel sexy and I can’t help by sway my hips as I walk along the road. Feeling the cool breath of the air on my bum cheeks adds to the feeling and I’m soon tingling with excitement.
The library is busy and there’s a gentle hum around the building as I walk in. I feel a little bit overdressed as most of the customers are either student types or older people in twinsets and beige. I climb the stairs, faintly aware of the shortness of my skirt but there is nobody following me and I eventually find myself in a very large room, full of racks and racks of books – obviously! As soon as I walk into the room my phone rings and there’s a nasty “ssshhh!” as I’ve forgotten to turn the sound off.
“Turn right, and head down towards the theatre section,” your voice tells me. I look around, and although there’s about twelve other people in the room, I can’t see you. I do as you tell me, following the shelves with my fingers although I’m not really paying any attention to what they are.
“I can see you’re wearing what I told you to. That’s good. I can see the blouse and skirt, and yes, the bra too; but how can I be sure you’re wearing the thong?”
I don’t reply, partly because I’m not sure how to answer but I’m also wary of making any noise.
“Take a book from the bottom shelf. Bend over, show me you’re wearing everything I told you to”.
Taking a deep breath, I do as you say, bending down from my waist to look at the books on the bottom shelf.
I hear a slight intake of breath on the phone, “yes, I can see you’re wearing it. Good girl! It looks as though you can follow directions. Lift your skirt a bit, let me see a bit more.”
I glance around, and let my fingers crawl to the hem of my skirt. Slowly I lift it higher, wriggling my bum slightly to help with the tightness of the fabric.
Most of the other people seem to be getting on with their business, but as I look behind me I see that someone has noticed what I’m doing; they’ve seen my arse too!
I straighten up suddenly, embarrassed and aware that my skirt has risen even higher now.
I try and act normally, but I’m feeling aroused and embarrassed at the same time. We’ve talked about fantasies like this before; of me doing your bidding, but I never thought we’d do it for real. And certainly not in public! Although – my thong is undeniably wet and I can feel my nipples hardening against my bra.
“That was nice” your voice says quietly in my ear. “I liked seeing your arse. It’s a pretty thong; that’s why I chose it. But I think I’d rather see all of your arse – uncovered.”
What do you mean? I want to ask, but as though you’ve heard my thoughts you whisper, “remove your thong. And then your bra. No need to hide; do it right where you’re standing.”
I turn around slowly, cursing my position; right at the end of a rack of bookshelves and directly in line with the main door. Oh my!
Inhaling a deep breath and then another I slide my fingers under my skirt. The waist is quite high and I have to lift my skirt almost completely over the level of my pussy to get to the fabric beneath. Slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself, I slide the fabric down my legs. It gets caught for a moment between my thighs and I have to wriggle slight to release them. It falls to the floor and I step out of it. I look around again; I think I’ve got away with it.
“Leave them there, and your bra too.” you tell me and I draw in another breath knowing that someone could find them and know I’ve got nothing on beneath my very tight skirt. It’s a heady feeling, and a thought my pussy is squirming over.
I go to remove my bra now – I can do this easily; unhooking the clasp at the back and then drawing the straps down my arms through my blouse sleeves. Then it’s just a question of pulling it out from the blouse and I’m free of it.
“Now, undo some of your buttons – two more should do it.” I do as instructed and the tight fabric undone allows my breasts to fill the space – the blouse acts like a corset, offering up my cleavage to whoever wants it. My nipples are hard; they’re tight and rubbing against the cotton. I can feel them with every movement however slight it is.
“You’re doing very well” you assure me, “but whilst I’m enjoying this, I think we should share with the other customers; don’t you? Go and have a look at the books – as many as you can. Make sure people see you; no sneaking off into quiet corners. Do you know, I can see your nipples through the blouse?” That means other people can too!
I swallow – I feel pride as well as trepidation. Taking a final look at my electric blue and unmistakable underwear lying on the floor I walk to the door – just as a group of three male students come in. There’s an uncomfortable moment when we both try and go to the same side of the corridor, then we all move to the other. I laugh and smile and walk past them, my pussy pulsing at the close call. I turn back and one of the boys is looking back at me. I smile, trying against to act normally. He smiles shyly back at me, and then he glances down to my tits. His eyes dart back to mine and then back again – as though checking he can still see them clearly outlined against my white cotton. I turn away and walk down another row of shelves, purposefully choosing a line where there are a few people; I’ll have to push past them to make my way to the other end.
I can feel eyes on me, I like it. I’ve gained a bit of confidence now, and I’m swaying my hips more as I move. As I reach the end of the row, the student is there, scanning the shelves with a book in his hand.
“He fancies you, can you tell” I nod as I hear the words. “Tease him a bit; go on. Go to the other side of the aisle and pick up a book from the bottom shelf. Let him have a good look at what you’ve got on under that skirt”.
My heart is hammering, and as I pass the boy I glance up to make sure he’s watching me. Sure enough, his eyes follow me as I go to where you tell me. Bending down, I scan the shelves, feeling my pussy lips open as I do so. There’s a rush of cool air on my body and then “Touch yourself!” a pause whilst I process the instruction. “No, not your pussy; touch your breasts. Put your hand inside your top and feel your breasts”
My hand does as you say without hesitating. With the buttons open I can slide my hand in easily and as I close my fingers around one of my nipples I breathe out in relief. They’re so hard and ready for attention.
“Is he enjoying the view?” you ask. I look back at my student and sure enough, there’s an obvious bulge in his jeans and his eyes are fixed on my backside. “Of course he’s enjoying it. It’s a fine view. Are you enjoying this? I bet you are. Just how wet is your pussy now? Soaking? I expect so. Shall we find out? I want you to put your hand up your cunt, and lick your wet fingers. Let him see you.”
I stand up straight, and his eyes follow mine as I do so. I lean back against the shelves and let my hands tease the hemline of my skirt.
Slowly, carefully, I raise my skirt to show him my pussy and my other hand goes to burrow between my legs. My mouth opens wide as I stick my finger inside. It goes in so easily; I’m so turned on. My finger comes out wet and glistening in the fluorescent light of the library and I put my finger into my mouth and suck; all the while my eyes on his. I smile at him. He stares back and so I put my finger back inside my pussy; again pulling it out to suck it dry.
Very aware that I’m in a public library, I beckon him over. He hesitates for barely a moment before coming to stand in front of me. I point to his crotch; it’s straining against his jeans and I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to cotton on to my instruction to show me his cock. His widening eyes tell me he’s understood my request, but he’s reluctant to comply so I have no choice. I pull my skirt up even higher, and show him my pussy lips. Finally, he starts to unbutton his jeans, reaches inside and pulls out his cock. It’s large, ready for action, and there’s a shine of come at the head. I lick my lips – I can’t help it; I’m so turned on by what you’re making me do.
“Touch it” you instruct and I do exactly that. Wrapping my fingers around his hot hard cock I squeeze my fingers gentle, making him moan. I put my finger to my lips to keep him quiet but have to slap his hand away as he reaches out to my pussy.
“Let him feel your breasts” you tell me. But how?! I lean towards him, and press my chest against his. My nipples are so hard that he must be able to feel them rubbing through his t-shirt. I start to stroke his cock, running my fingers up and down the length of it, feeling the heat radiating from him.
“Now leave him like that”.
The poor boy. I turn around and walk quickly away, letting my skirt fall back into place as I move down another line of bookshelves.
“That’s good, you’re very good at being obedient. Now, I want you to go and find me a book; something you think I’ll enjoy. It’s on the top shelf. You’ll need to use the step ladder I expect.”
I look around to find the shelf you mean, and see it at the far end of the room, opposite to the door. I walk towards it, aware of how wet my pussy is, how hard my nipples are, and also just how high my skirt has risen. There’s nobody in the way this time, and I find the step ladder; it’s quite high – five steps and I take careful steps in my heels as I climb to the top to reach the shelf.
Steadying my feet with one foot on the top of the ladder and the other on the step beneath, I look at the books on the shelf. They’ve all got covers on them and as I open one I gasp in surprise. It’s labelled as pornography. The book I’ve picked up is a photographic record, and as I flick through the pages the images get more and more graphic; there are girls draped over beds, on sofas and chairs; some have clothes on, but most are naked and showing off their bodies with complete abandon. There is one image I keep turning back to; a girl, with large breasts and long dark hair, naked but for a pair of thigh high boots. She’s lying on the bonnet of a low-slung car, smiling and obviously enjoying herself. Her legs are slightly open and you can see where the light has caught the juice shining on the inside of her thighs.
Suddenly there’s a hand on my thigh. I grab hold of the ladder and look down and there you are! My heart is beating with adrenalin but I smile – I’m very pleased to see you.
“Stay up there” you whisper. “What are you looking at?”
I show you the picture, and you nod, liking what you see. “Would you like to do that?” My eyes widen and I nod – oh yes!
Your hand glides up my leg, between my thighs and into the wet cavern of my pussy. God it feels good. I grab hold of the book to stop if falling but lean back to let you get better access. I’m past caring if anyone can see us. “You’re very wet. Have you been enjoying yourself?” I nod, eager to hear what you’ve got in mind. “Come over here and show me the book”
You lead the way to a small room which looks as though it was previously a store cupboard. There are no windows and the door is open. There are tables around the edges and a few chairs. Having staggered down the step ladder, I hurry after you. You take the book, putting it down on the table as close to the doorway as possible.
“Have a look through it – show me what else you like.” I start to flick through the pages, slowly so that I can enjoy what I see.
There’s two girls together on a fur rug – I pause for a while to look. Then I feel your hands on my hips, and your thumbs slide under my skirt, pulling it right up to show my pussy. “Keep looking” you tell me and I turn the page as I hear the arousing sound of your zipper lowering. The next image is the same two girls – in the bathtub this time; one of them has the shower extension blasting water up the other girls cunt. I can feel myself cream at the idea and then I feel your cock against my naked thighs and I part them so you can put it inside me.
Next page, and there’s a pretty blonde flashing her naked backside as she walks down a busy street.
You start to thrust your cock into me.
Next page, and it’s an underwater image; a girl swimming in a pool without any clothes on. Your hand snakes around to play with my clit.
Your hands come round to my chest and you unbutton my blouse to feel my breasts. Anyone passing the doorway can see us – I don’t care. I turn the page.
A different girl – beautifully curvy and lying stark naked on a large kitchen table. She’s surrounded by three men who are eating food from her body. It’s a double page picture and I keep looking; there is so much to see that arouses me; Her nipples are coated in the remains of whipped cream, and I point to it to show you as you take hold of my own nipples and squeeze. The girl’s legs are open and it looks as though someone has stuffed a banana into her pussy. There’s a man happily eating his way into her cunt and I can’t help but squeeze my pussy muscles as I think of the possibilities. I hear you groan and so I do it again, turning the page again.
I can feel an orgasm rising inside me, and your cock is driving into me – our bodies are pressed so tightly together, your cock feels as though its going to explode inside me.
“We’ll do that one next” you tell me and I look down as the climax floods through me. Desperately trying not to cry out, the image is implanted on my mind as I come; two girls, on their knees side by side. They're kissing. There’s a man there too – his cock is embedded in one of the girl’s bottoms – right up to the hilt. The other girl is playing with herself – her fingers thrust inside her cunt just waiting for him to take her.
With a final groan and thrust you come deep inside me, panting hard and holding tight as your cock pulses inside my pussy.
We’re both breathing hard, and I can’t help but look to the doorway, half expecting to see an audience of librarians watching us but there’s no one there.
Slowly, and quietly we right our clothes; I button my blouse back up and pull my skirt down to a more decent level whilst you zip yourself back up. We walk out of the room, past the pile of my underwear and I stop to pick it up. “No, no… leave it there. Someone else can enjoy it. Let’s find the main desk and borrow this book. We can use it for some ideas.” There’s come dripping down my legs as we head back downstairs, and big wide smile on my face.
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The Perils of Erotic Photography
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Publié :30/8/2015 13h56
Dernière mise à jour :2/9/2015 10h08 6817 vues
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Right; You've figured out that we're quite an adventurous couple....Yes?! Well, we like to keep a record of these things....namely in photographs. And that means Phil photographing Sophie in all manner of locations... in all manner of outfits...and out of them too.
In tonight's Perils....photography; erotic photography; and erotic photography outside.
The first time we tried this was in a block of garages alongside our house... on Phil's motorbike... Sophie wore a basque, a very short skirt a thong and come-fuck-me boots... And it was late evening, so quite chilly too! Flash was required, which seemed to attract a bit of attention. Two guys drove passed... One returned... Twice! But we managed to get quite a few very nice shots... Unfortunately these photo's are on an old laptop otherwise we would post them here for all to appreciate.
The next shoot was in a bit more of a public place... We do seem to like taking risks. This was at a local lake and nature park. We found a small stream, Sophie removed some clothes and stepped in... Just as someone walked passed walking his dog... The lucky guy didn't waste the opportunity of a good letch - well, who would! Once again, we no longer have these photo's - the perils of storing on an old laptop!
Anyway, we shall be doing more photography and maybe even posting some here!!
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Perils of a Picnic in the Park
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Publié :28/8/2015 14h25
Dernière mise à jour :28/8/2015 15h40 6731 vues
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Out offices being close has its perks - most lunchtimes we could meet up, have lunch, do a little shopping...
Occasionally on a nice sunny day, with the local park within walking distance, a picnic was a nice bonus.
This park is always very busy with office bums on any sunny day, but when you've been sexting all morning, you feel the need to find a little bit of space and privacy.
After a bit of wandering we found a spot, no-one with in 30 feet, although no trees or anything to really get some privacy - no more than a bit of snogging would be wise... we are not wise!
People on all sides of us, groups of office works chatting and laughing - just how subtle can you be in these situations? Well, we managed a bit of fumbling and a little fingering and a whole load of dirty talk in the short space of time we had before we needed to head back to work - a little ruffled and a whole lot aroused!
PhiloSophie
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