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Mr. Silk Tie: The Director’s Cut”
I know Part 2 of the Mr. New Yorker escapade is on your radar, but I promised myself I’d only write after another blog-worthy moment. Well… consider the moment delivered!
And as I have some time to kill on a train to an overnight frisson I am very much looking forward to, I might as well use my time wisely to type away, in very small font, just in case someone’s innocent eyes peeks at my screen. I would hate to pollute an innocent mind
Mr. Silk Tie always had a way of surprising me. That night, it was with a small stack of retro glamour magazines, their edges softened by time. During our last ‘Porn & Play’ evening, I had confessed my deep appreciation for the glamour photography of the 70s and 80s, which naturally led us into a conversation about retro pornstars. How could anyone not admire the powerful interplay of natural beauty, graceful curves, and the confident presence of those women?
Though I prefer to keep my pussy bare, I can still appreciate the elegance of a beautifully kept bush. There’s something timeless about the soft curves of a retro pornstar, the way a woman could radiate allure without the gloss of perfection. Raw, real, and utterly intoxicating.
When I opened the door, I was already dressed for the occasion, an all-white lingerie set that left just enough to the imagination. His eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face, and before I could say a word he stepped in, pulling me close. The French kiss that followed was deep, lingering, and told me everything I needed to know: he appreciated the outfit long before he ever said it aloud.
As he stepped further inside, his eyes caught on the corner of my living room where my photography lights and camera were propped. He nodded toward them with a curious grin and asked if I had a shoot planned. I told him, quite simply, that I did, after he left. From our previous sessions, I knew he would leave me in the mood for it, and as you already know…‘I only ever like to shoot when I’m horny’.
He chuckled at that, shaking his head in quiet amusement as he lifted the bottle of Merlot. Behind me, the projector purred to life, flickering frames projecting onto my wall, classic 80s erotica in glossy colour, the women bold, confident, and unapologetically alluring. Between the wine, the glow of the film, and the pleasant ache growing between my thighs, I knew we were in for a delicious evening.
When he stepped out of the shower, a towel slung low around his hips, I could already see he hadn’t left the mood behind with the steam. The excitement in his eyes matched the obvious lump we could see under his towel. Pulling him to the bed, the retro reel carried on playing as we tangled together. Taking things slowly, both on our backs as we enjoyed the entertainment before us, his hands playing with my already hard nipples before sliding his hand between my legs as I spread my thighs apart even further, eager for his fingers to dance inside my creamy wet walls. I had no shame in my aching clit already protruding, desperate as I guided him deeper. We teased one another, edging long enough to make every touch deliberate. The light hit his large cock, which stood up as if he wanted to watch too. He welcomed my lube covered fingers, teasing his perineum as they danced up his balls and gently moving up and down his cock. When I got to his head, I slowed down using the tip of my fingers to caress, massage his head just the way he liked, his body indicating his eager it was for the next tough.
The soundtrack of what was happening before us blended with the rise and fall of his heavy breathing, and the combination only drew me deeper in. Each sigh, each brush of skin, each flicker of light across our bodies heightened the tension. I melted further into him, caught between the images projected on the wall and the reality of us in the sheets, both equally intoxicating.
Leaning over, he reached for the toy I’d left on the bedside. With an almost playful deliberation, he switched it on, the low hum immediately filling the room. His eyes never left mine as he placed it gently against my clit, knowing I would happily surrender to the moment as I could feel the throb of his cock sliding into the warm, slippery grip of my hand as he groaned with each thrust. as he rotated the toy against me, I couldn’t take it anymore. Pushing myself into the humming pleasure stick
‘There’?
‘Yes’ – right there I almost gasped as it squelched against my pussy
His cock now throbbing intensely, he moaned loudly as watched me climb to my ever-growing high. His body spasmed as I felt his.warm cum spurt and drizzle over my hand , covering my fingers as my body shook, orgasm ripping through me.
After a little clean up, we curled back into the sheets and let the entertainment play on. It’s glow filled the room as our hands wandered again, slow and unhurried.
It wasn’t long before I felt him stir again, his cock, placed firmly against my back.
Between kisses, he asked again about the shoot I’d hinted at and asked ‘If he could watch me shoot’.
‘Only if you promise to hold my lights and follow my instructions‘. I reached for my phone and showed him the inspiration picture I’d saved, a pose drawn from my retro glamour moodboard:
To my delight, he didn’t just watch from a distance. He moved to sit in front of me, taking one of the colour lights in his hand and following my directions with surprising precision. All the while, I teased him with slow, deliberate strokes, his growing response leaving little doubt of his stiff appreciation. There was something delicious about watching him shift from playful partner to willing assistant, helping me shape the scene while still drinking it all in.
You’ll find some of images from that shoot here.
And the puddle he left on my……
He had my cum covered …….. looking like a glazed donut.
Well, he deserved a treat so I gave him a picture to keep as a souvenir. A reminder of the night that shifted from playful partner to willing assistant, and of just how intoxicating indulgence can look when captured in the right light.
Mr New Yorker Wants Some Gentle Domming Part 1
I’ve made a promise to myself…
‘Yes Naomi, please share’
That instead of endlessly mentally bookmarking my dalliances, I’d start putting quilled pen to paper on the same day or within a few days. I’m always caught between which spark, which frisson, I should scribe about. If I’m lucky I’m swept away by several experiences that deserve a moment here.
There are times when, after I’ve kissed you goodbye and the door has closed behind you, I find myself still humming with electricity and frankly by the time you are downstairs, my vibrator is humming on my clit. Now don’t be offended, it’s not because you left me dissatisfied…oh no siree. Quite simply, I’m still raging with the afterglow of lust and want to bask in it a little longer.
Some may call it greedy; I call it the perks of being a pleasure queen.
Woe is me. The bank holiday sun was upon us, and Mr. New Yorker was in town for the week. He had texted me before his flight, confessing that
‘He hadn’t slept as he was couldn’t wait for me to use him’
And so, with anticipation still humming between us, I arrived with every intention of making the most of him.
My small suitcase trailed quietly behind me, carrying its secrets as I slipped through the hotel lobby. The afternoon promised indulgence, a slow dance of edging control and when the moment called for it, only when I said so, he would surrender. It was the agreement we had in place. I would use him as I wished, taking full of advantage of my multi orgasmic burden (;-)) and when I was ready for him to cum, he would do so, and not before then. In fact, I would let him know when his cock could get hard.
The door opened, and there he was in his crisp shirt, casually handsome, eyes betraying his eagerness to please.
The glass between us sparkling as champagne bubbles brushed our lips. I slid across his lap, straddling him with an ease that blurred our conversation and temptation. My hips were unhurried, a gentle grind against his hips, his bulge growing, his breathing hurrying as we conversed innocently.
‘What is that?’ I said rubbing on to his bulge, disapproving of his growing firmness.
As I wore a thong under my dress, there wasn’t much covering my creamy opening leaving the evidence of my already, turned on state, on his trousers. The creamy mess only seemed to cause him to grow in lust even more. I placed my fingers at my dripping opening, the sound of my wetness, clear loud squelch. I placed my sticky fingers near his lips and he obediently, hungrily, he took my fingers deep into his mouth, sucking on to my fingers.
Gyrating on him, I guided his fingers to tease my wet opening and back to my clit which was now, poking out, firm, throbbing and thick… As the rhythm picked up, his hands didn’t need my guidance. Hand firmly placed around his neck as he finger fucked me, I gently ordered him to keep his hips still as he tried to meet my thrust and reminded him to ‘concentrate on telling me about his trip’.
He remained handsome in his shirt and trousers, yet dishevelled enough, his eyes and his heavy breathing betraying him as he tried to keep his focus on our conversation
‘Surely you can control yourself’… I said to him as my hands rubbed over his cock before firmly grabbing him over his trousers.
‘How have you been?’ I moaned as he continued to finger me.
I could see he was distracted as I unzipped his trousers down to find his head covered in precum, boxers pressing his hard cock against his lower abdomen as if begging to be released.
‘I thought you were here to take care of my needs’ I said to him. – Hands moving up and down his cock slowly.
I didn’t say you could get hard’
Seeing him in such a state, only made my pussy ache to cum. I was beyond turned on as his fingers moved eagerly to meet my pussy as I thrust into his fingers.
‘Please’… he whimpered’
Without missing a beat, I placed my arms around his nek for support as my pussy hovered over his engorged cock…..
The Birthday Boy’s Gift of Four
Summer is indeed upon us, and I have been fortunate enough to wander off on delightfully naughty escapades with ridiculously charming company, because sometimes, the best souvenirs are the ones you can’t quite post on Instagram.
(Wink wink)
‘Oooo you saucy minx, Naomi’
Fear not, I promise not to sound like a Carry On Movie throughout the blog.
Well…I trust you’ve been managing in my absence, though I do hope you’ve found time to, ahem, tend to yourself. I’m sure we all have our VPNs in place (I know… total headache, but we have to remember, we are saving those poor innocent minds from being polluted from some of the filth on the internet. I’m clutching my pearls as I type). If not, you are always welcome to come to mine for a Porn & Play Session where I will be more than happy to pollute your mind.
P.S I’ve moved some of my gallery pics to my private gallery, as the government has asked (law abiding citizen). I’ve also added a few new pictures for you in my Gallery as well as Private Gallery (I’m spoiling you; I know – Wait to you see the new pics on my site!)
Now hold on! Read the rest of my blog first before you fly over to my Private Gallery (The cheek).
No need to worry, though… I’m back in town, and more than ready to give my full, undivided attention to anything (or anyone) that’s been waiting oh-so-patiently. You know I do love taking care of things…
Somewhere between all the summer (so far), mischief and sun-soaked adventures, I found myself catching up with the ever-gorgeous Elizabeth—because what’s summer without a partner-in-crime who makes an outing twice as fun 😉
The London skyline sparkled in the evening light, anticipation coursing through us as we made our way toward The Shard. Tonight, we were to share an intimate celebration with a stunning couple who ‘delighted’ in such secret thrills, only this time, it was to be a surprise for the husband, an unforgettable gift for his birthday.
Our heels clicked softly against the floor as we stepped into their beautiful suite. House music playing in the background, a perfect soundtrack, hinting at the evening ahead. The wife, statuesque and toned, clearly a woman devoted to the gym, and her husband, broad-shouldered and sculpted like a Roman statue were every bit the cover-worthy couple Elizabeth had described. His expression shifted from curiosity to pleasant surprise as we entered, while his wife, smiling with knowing grace, leaned in to kiss him gently. ‘I thought,’ playfully, ‘we might celebrate your birthday, together.
We were both dressed for an evening of delightfully wicked fun—Elizabeth, flawless in her black lingerie, the picture of elegant seduction, and me in an ensemble that left little to the imagination, daring yet undeniably sophisticated. Together, we were a study in sultry poise, every detail suggesting mischief wrapped in oh so naughty refinement.
Standing the birthday man up, I could feel the heat radiating off his sculpted physique, his blossoming cock, jumping out like a jack in the box (some of you may need to google this) as we pulled his boxers down letting him know that he was in ‘safe hands’. Elizabeth and I shared his lips as we stroked his now firm large cock (this dude was blessed). Making my way down, face to his cock, I could feel him throbbing next to my face. Gloriously large and thick, his foreskin already drawn back as his precum glistened at his tip. His cock looked velvety plumped, thick and deliciously juicy.
Teasingly, I kissed the smooth firmness of his thick underside before I guided him, slowly, into my warm mouth, coating him in my warm saliva as my tongue made its inviting introduction, drool dripping onto the carpet as he slid deeper into my mouth, moans escaping his lips. Squatting in front of him, I could feel the blood rushing to my clit, my lips swelling as I sucked on him deeper.
Not missing a beat Elizabeth made her way down, sucking and slobbering with me as our mouths met over his cock. Tongues playfully at war with lustful greed. His enthused hips, jutted between our fervent lips.
His wife sitting back on the bed, legs spread with a vibrating toy teasing her clit. There was no denying that any disguised inhibitions or any hidden nervousness they may have had, had left the room. We were all pure in our lust as the birthday boy took turns fucking our mouths.
Moving our way to the bed to join the wife who was an absolutely vison edging herself on the bed, I lay next to her, lips meeting as her husband parted my thighs, my own juices clinging to me, as he placed his face between my legs. His tongue found my already thick clit and began licking my slit as he inserted one finger before placing another into my tight, wet warm moist hole. I was aching to cum already and knew when I did, it would be thunderous.
Dancing right at the very edge, I greedily stole glances between the birthdays boy’s cock in Elizabeths mouth working her very own magic. saliva dripping as she slurped away. Beside me I could see the wife writhing in pleasure as her vibrator hit all her sweet spots, her nipples rising and dropping as she moved with along with the waves in her body. I could hear the squelch of her toy hitting her pussy as she tapped her clit as she moaned.
Sliding up, his breath warm against my pussy, he placed his other fingers inside his wife.
‘It’s all yours baby, this pussy is all yours’ – she told her husband.
Toy smacking into her as he fingered her.
‘I’m ready to cum’; the birthday boy managed to get out
I had held on as long as I could (I’m surprised you hadn’t got the first one out yet Naomi’) Rubbing myself as he tugged away feverishly at his cock, cupping his own balls, we made our way down as he towered over us. The wife squatting in the middle of us, inserting her toy in and out of her pussy while Elizabeth and rubbing away at ourselves.
As his cock spurted out thick creamy juice, his was in pure ecstasy as she received his cum, encourage him to cum even more. His body twitched and jerked, and I could feel the ache between my legs growing into waves, ripples flowing right through me, taking full charge of my body as I came (also trying not to fall as back as I did).
The first round was over, and we led him to the shower, to wash away the remnants of our introduction with slow, deliberate care. I wouldn’t want to pollute your minds to what took place in the shower, but I will say
a) We took full advantage of the large shower space
b) If you know me already, you know I don’t mind cumming more than once
C) The Birthday Boy had a very happy birthday
