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My problem is that I want sex regularly … very regularly. As far back as I can recall, I’ve had a very high sex drive and probably masturbate daily if I can’t have sex.

“Look at me, jerking off in the shower… This will be the high point of my day; it’s all downhill from here.”

Now personally, I prefer a visual stimulus - thank goodness for the Internet!

Carolyn will reluctantly dress to thrill, more so these days as corsetry keeps things in place and looking good. So every so often when she’s feeling the need for satisfaction, I’ll be called on for stunt cock duties. Carolyn tends to have an orgasm pretty quickly and will usually have more than one, but she doesn’t like foreplay, doesn’t like giving or receiving oral sex and just wants to get it over and done with as soon as possible: wham bam thank you Ma’am! Sterotypically blokeish, really.

I, on the other hand, love foreplay almost as much as the physical act itself and I do enjoy cunnilingus. Until recently - yes, until I met Angela - fellatio was something I could take or leave, frankly. Carolyn was recounting a discussion she’d been having with some work colleagues about fellatio and told me that she had said she thought it was demeaning and it was just as well I hated it. Angela and I laughed about this later as she is very accomplished and has given me fellatio “to completion” before - the first time I’ve experienced that, if I recall correctly.

I also like taking my time so that the whole experience is lengthy and pleasurable for both partners; it’s important to me that my partner is satisfied.

So going from a one time every blue moon quickie, sex with Angela becomes a long and pleasurable time with me cumming four or five times each time (and it has to be said with more volume than I’d previously been used to). Indeed it recently dawned on me that I probably enjoy masturbation more than I enjoy sex with Carolyn. Sad but true.

Something that Angela has discovered with me is how her feet are an erogenous zone for her and how much she enjoys me kissing, licking and sucking her toes and soles. I enjoy that a great deal too and you can probably imagine how Angela has become my perfect sexual partner given this and her enjoyment of dressing provocatively for me and wearing nylons and heels when she’s with me.

When we can’t be together, Angela and I chat online using Windows Live Messenger - MSN to you and me - and she’ll often nip off to try on some new lingerie or shoes and take photos or video of herself which she then sends to me. I’ve also masturbated on webcam for her - thinking about us together and obviously looking at the photos we’ve taken together or those she sends me gets me hard - which is another first and something I wouldn’t have been comfortable doing with anyone else.

So for the first time in many years, I’m sexually satisfied with my mistress and soul-mate, Angela. It’s just a pity we’re apart so much and for so long. One day…

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So following a lot of e-mails and texts and later that same month, I arrived at a hotel clutching my camera equipment, an overnight bag and bottle of champagne.

I had been very worried indeed about what lay ahead: plans had been made for us to have another photoshoot and then for us to stay overnight, taking our relationship that much further.

Worried? Well I know I could snore for my country in the Olympics plus Angela had not seen me undressed and might not like me - I’m six feet tall and weigh around 200lbs and although a lot of it is muscle there’s around 10lbs at least of fat around my waist plus at my age things generally are thinking about being a tad flabby or heading southwards. I am one of those people who look much better dressed.

Since the first photoshoot, I’d been busy buying lingerie and shoes for her.

So at 3.00pm, a little later than planned, she phoned me to say she’d arrive and I traipsed off to the car park to carry her bags for her and to escort her back to our room, where the champagne was chilling nicely. Anglea had brought a bottle of red wine with her too just in case we ran out.

She unpacked all her lingerie and shoes whilst I poured some glasses of champagne - I chose Mumm Classic as this is nicely balanced between dry acidity and a fruity roundness rather than a Bolinger which I find too dry on its own - and she started changing for the photographs.

We started with a comedy black PVC bra and thong worn with 3½ inch black stiletto-heeled sandals. The PVC looked exceptionally tacky off, but as soon as she put them on, they looked far better than expected, although as Angela said to me, if she’d been ‘bigger’ she’d have had trouble staying in as the cups were very small.

She then changed into a gorgeous lace-up white “bridal” corset with matching thong rounded off with some lovely “mariamare” 4″ stiletto-heeled white and diamante sandals (I’d been dubious about how the black heel would work with the white sandal but they’re fabulous). That corset is spectacular! To the touch, it’s gorgeous too…

She then attached the suspenders to it, and changed into some white point-heeled fully-fashioned nylons and the sandals for some more shots before taking off the sandals for some white nylon-soled photos. And, er, a little bit of interaction from me, I must confess - just kissing and running my tongue over her soles.

The next one up was a white, silky, boned, slip-on corset again with the white sandals. First we did some shots with and then without the white nylons. One of the bones popped out of a cup which was making things a bit sore, but I kissed it better…

Then Angela revealed a black basque of her own that she’d owned since she was 18 and wasn’t sure would fit now (between 10 and 20 years on…). It did. Being nicely boned, it cinched her waist in really nicely. We decided for the bare leg photos to match this up with a pair of fuchsia mules with a diamante toe-ring from Miss Selfridge (I think a 4″ heel). Simply stunning. I must admit to a fair degree more ‘interaction’ at this point from me (terribly unprofessional) especially as the champagne had gone and we were well into the Merlot by now.

We used the full-length mirror to show the difference a 4″ heel makes to the shape of a woman’s legs, her posture and indeed deportment. Angela regularly wears 2½” and 3″ heels (even to drive in) but was tryng a 4″ heel for the first time.

Anyway, after a few shots, we decided to change the sandals for some Havanna-heeled seamed nylons with the black stilettos again. Very nice, even if the suspenders kept getting detatched from the basque.

By now, we’d managed 204 photos and (due to the smaller room thanks to the age of the hotel) a few minutes of video, not as much as last time. But we were both hungry as it was gone 8.00pm so we went out for Dinner (and more wine…).

On our return, despite our best intentions to get some more ‘work’ done, we simply made ourselves more comfortable, continued with the Merlot and … spent some time with Angela wearing the white boned corset, white seams and white stilettos. No camera this time, but a lot of checking details and close-up inspection of seams, etc…. Mainly with my hands, mouth and tongue. A few hours later - with less than an hour’s “recuperation” for a certain part of me - and we finally decided to get some sleep as it was now well into the wee small hours of the morning.

We finally woke at around 8.30am and I made us some coffees to drink in bed. The plan had previously been to have another photo session in the morning … but that plan was quickly consigned to the bin thanks to a “Morning Glory” on my part and the body of a 20 year-old on her part!

We decided after a little while (OK, I suggested it then!) that it might be nice for Angela to put on her fuchsia sandals again following which I paid a lot of attention to her gorgeous feet, particularly her lovely arches and toes before spending the best part of half an hour enjoying her beautiful pussy with my mouth and tongue… By this time, I was (very) erect again and decided to continue paying close attention to her pussy and G-spot with my left hand whilst masturbating with my right hand with one aim in mind: cumming all over her pretty feet in those fuchsia heels. It was fabulous, streaming cum all over her feet and between her toes and on the sheets and… Angela loved the sight of it all too afterwards and the squishy feel of my cum between her soles and the sandals.

By this time, it was after 11.00am and depending upon who you spoke to or what you read, it was either a midday checkout … or an 11.00am one! So we quickly showered and dressed, checked ourselves out and went off to a café for a ‘proper’ cup of coffee before saying our farewells … until the next time.

Now re-reading all this makes me realise just how at ease we were with each other and how experimental we could be bearing in mind we’d never slept together or made love with each other before. And yes, it was far more involving than ‘just’ sex.

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What do you think of when you hear the word ‘mistress’?

For me, it had two connotations:

1. In an S&M context, the Mistress would be a dominatrix; and
2. In an affair context, a mistress could be someone who was single and maybe looking for a no-strings attached relationship or maybe something longer term?

But what actually transpired in my case was something different.

I was looking for some amateur models for my stockings and heels themed web site and for some reason chose to advertise on a free adverts web site (not one I’d seen or heard of before either). Knowing I’d be visiting a client in a certain part of the UK, I made the advert specific to seeking a model in that area. I had a few responses but the one that particularly caught my eye was the one Angela sent me asking for more details of my specific requirements. I e-mailed her back and Angela sent me two photos of herself from holiday. They weren’t ‘glamour’ photos or anything: just one in the hotel swimming pool and one from the beach, fully-clothed. But there was something in those photos and her e-mail that made her the best fit for the site, I thought.

Angela wasn’t keen on coming to my hotel, so we made an arrangement for us to meet at her house with her friends nearby to keep an eye on things. After some last-minute jitters that almost saw her cancelling, the day arrived and I went to meet her with my cameras. As Angela opened her door, I was instantly pleased with my choice of model as I felt an attraction towards her; more than just a casual “phwoar!” We had a cup of coffee and a chat and then she went to change into some lingerie for the photoshoot.

When she came back out of her bedroom, she was wearing a dressing gown over stockings, lingerie and high-heeled strappy sandals. I fell in lust instantly! Managing to maintain my composure and despite an erection trying to force its way through my jeans, I took a whole load of photos and video with Angela in various stages of undress (including fully dressed!) before heading away towards my hotel after promising I’d use her again for the site. Angela was a natural, almost knowing what I was looking for and being incredibly patient whilst I got her posing in all sorts of stances and positions around her house. She had apparently done some modelling work 20 years or so beforehand, but it could well have been yesterday with her poise and elegance.

Later at my hotel room, I received a text message from her asking if there would be any possibility of doing some more photos at my hotel as she’d been limited for time during the day. I jumped at the opportunity and waited nervously in the hotel reception area for her to arrive. We went up to her room and shot some more themed photos and video, culminating in her lying naked on my bed apart from a thong and strappy sandals with me laying alongside her snapping photos. As the evening got later and later, I found myself unable to hold back any longer and - despite fearing a slapped face - I ventured hesitantly forward to give her lovely bum a small kiss. When that wasn’t rebuffed, I went further and did the same to a nipple… It was now quite late and Angela had to leave so she dressed and I walked her out to her car, pausing for a kiss in the lift and another outside.

A little while later, I got a couple of texts from her as she was driving home: her mind had been racing as indeed mine had.

Over the next few days, we e-mailed trying to work out what had been happening and making plans for another photoshoot. This would take place elsewhere and would give us more time together as it would include an overnight stay.

To be continued…

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You can get some general information about me from the About page of this blog.

I am a consultant in a couple of industry sectors working for myself. I live a fairly normal, middle-class life, living on a fairly normal, middle-class estate.

I do, however have one or two little things that might set me apart from you or your neighbours - but then again, can I or you be sure about that?

I’m a life-long biker and I race motorbikes.

I also have some Goth characteristics and sensibilites although to look at I’m not stereotypically Goth nor even Corporate Goth.

Amongst other things, I design, host and manage web sites for myself and for others. And this now includes owning a subscription web site which features what I think is high-class erotica but which you might call pornography, depending upon your viewpoint. And I take the photos for this site.

I am having an affair… which I’ll tell you a little about in another post.

I have a foot fetish and that covers high heels and ’proper’ nylon stockings - I don’t wear them myself (in case you were wondering), but I love the sight of women wearing them.

The rest of this blog will cover my thoughts and actions and put down what I’m doing and what I’m feeling with a lot more candour than I could elsewhere. It’s a form of catharsis. It’s also a chance for me to blurt out my joy at what I’m experiencing; something I can’t do with family or friends as I need to keep secrets.

Anyway, read on. Enjoy. Try not to judge.

Oh and the default category for posts is “Stuff”. Why? Well to quote the film:

“This isn’t life, it’s just stuff. And it’s become more important to you than living. Well, honey, that’s just nuts.”

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