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Sally was in the 6th form of a school near mine that I’d just left after some less than spectacular ‘A’ level results. I first met her when she was bridesmaid at my mate’s wedding. Silly boy had got his girlfriend pregnant and in those days there was no question about it. Also meant he had to get a job rather than go to uni, which was a pity because I’d jokingly offered to look after her whilst he was away. I was knocked out by how gorgeous Sally looked that day; a voluptuous body, auburn, pre-Raphaelite tresses framed a beautiful face, with wicked looking ‘come to bed’ eyes and a lovely kissa… Read more

Friends on here have asked how did I get into shooting porn. Just over 20 years ago when hard-core became legal here (only decades after most of the rest of W Europe) I thought it would be interesting to shoot I'd always been interested in porn, and pre-2000 my quite frequent work trips abroad usually allowed me to sample the delights of Euro and US adult stuff, and quite often bring a couple of mags or CDs / DVDs back hidden in my luggage and thankfully never discovered by HM Customs. A week in New York in the early 80s was a hell of an eye-opener. It was real 'The Deuce' times and the area r… Read more

I spent a few hours last night in a dungeon filming a rich blokes girl-friend getting well and truly seen to. Pretty young woman with nice tits who likes cocks, the more the merrier. He was filming as well, whilst she more or less directed the shoot. Got some great footage, spit-roast, reverse cow-girl, double b/j, spanking, the swing, tied to an A-frame, tag-team, which sadly nobody except the guy and her will ever see. He took the camera card with him at the end and as I was getting paid quite well it would have been deceitful of me to have done a simultaneous recording. Each of the 6 bbc's,… Read more

Part 2. If there’s something that many strippers get through and discard quicker than sad-sack followers (not unlike me), its stockings. It can be murder on a girl’s hosiery, what with the state of the floors and furniture in some of the more down at heel strip pubs. As often as not a girl would finish a shift with ladders in her hold-ups and she’d be for ever buying new ones. It could really eat into her takings for the gig. Solution, at least for my favourite stripper, was to buy them for her now and again; actually more often the again bit. I wanted it to be a surprise, at least the first… Read more

There was a time in some parts of London when it seemed like you couldn't throw a stick without hitting a strip pub or a stripper on her way to a gig. A short walk up Shoreditch High Street would reveal many pubs where in addition to a pint you could get an eyeful of a pretty girl disrobing. The Crown & Shuttle, The Sports Bar, The Norfolk Garden, Brown's, The Spread Eagle, Ye Olde Axe and more, all offering 'Exotic Dancers', sadly nearly all gone now, victims of gentrification or moralising local councils. Mostly they were 'walk around' places, where the dancer would expect at least a pou… Read more