After trying a number of sites that encourage users to post photos of themselves, never have we felt they really suited us. Feeling as we did about those sites lead us to only dip our toes into the communities found within them. Surprisingly once coming across NN we instantly felt like we found a place to freely express ourselves. A large reason for us feeling at ease in here is becoming clear and it’s the people like yourself reading our blog, so thank you. Now feeling like we’ve found a home for our collection, I can honestly say no longer will our toes be the only thing that dips into this community. It’s time to dive in head first and we’re looking forward to pushing ourselves as we continue to grow the number of fans who appreciate our shares.

Closing in on our forties our relationship goal is to share our nudes across the internet in hopes of losing ultimate control of how and where they are used. Our goal is to be recognised and realise to achieve this we must share our faces along with our nude bodies. Doing so will provide us the best opportunity for generations to come as they freely circulate. We long for the day that an awkward message from the people in our everyday life see our material explaining their surprise or support for how we fuck. We can only hope seeing us encourages them to join us or gossip throughout their circle of friends, unbeknownst to them doing either of the mentioned is exactly what we hope they do.
We are both pleased to be here sharing our nudes and hope we can play a small part in making this site a little better while we bringing you along for the ride.

My night started with me trolling through the cams that were available for my viewing pleasure. One of the cams I came across was of this very relaxed, beautiful, full breasted woman that instantly grabbed my attention and kept it intrigued to the point where I felt I had to make contact with her. I sent my first message with only hope and very little expectation of a response from a woman that I’m sure wasn’t short of attention from other users on the site . 
To my surprise after a short period the woman that I’d watched in silence responded to my cheesy message I’d sent. it’s only natural that my excitement grew when the message I received came from the woman I’d been so captivated by for what seemed like hours previously. 
It was something about her jacket resting over her shoulders, resting ever so slightly exposing parts of her beautiful breasts through the undone zipper of the jacket.
I continued to admire her breasts and nothing could draw me away from what she was doing. Gently she fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples with greater pressure every time her perfectly manicured nails worked themselves to her most sensitive part of her breasts, her nipples. 
It was at this point the teasing started to include showing off those beautiful breasts in full, followed by slowly covering them hiding her nipples behind her jacket. As she repeated her seductive tease my self control began to plummet. The little self control remaining within me was sucked out as I imagined every little tease was dedicated to me and to me only. 
My messages of appreciation continued to flow from my outbox and with every response it added to my need to relieve my sexual frustration with masturbation my only viable option. 
The sexual tension within me built from her teasing could no longer be retained inside me and one final question was sent her way simply asking if I could join her on cam. She politely gave her approval for me to join and with that I removed all my clothing in preparation of emptying my swollen ballbag, this showing her my appreciation for the way I was now feeling. 
I positioned myself on the lounge and placed my semi hard cock into frame exposing myself to the woman I owed my cum to. It didn’t take long, my semi hardon accepted the blood required to harden me further enabling me to start my well rehearsed stroking method, perfected over years of practice. My cock was feeling good with my right hand wrapped firmly around the shaft stroking ever so gently at a slow pace. My excitement must have been evident through my camera lens because my onetime masturbation partner began to expose more of her lovely breasts. With her exposing more of herself, my stroke rate was raising, the glistening pre cum soaked head of my cock was telling me I was moments away from presenting the contents of my ballbag. 
It was at this point my evening took an unexpected turn. The moment had arrived with no warning and with a click of a button she was gone, cameras off and she was lost in the world of the internet. I didn’t know what to do and my reasonable thinking had deserted me along with my inspiration to keep my erection. The inspiration was lost and coming to the realisation it was never going to return, I found myself lost in a moment of not knowing where to turn, that moment soon turned to me frantically looking for new inspiration in the chat room to release my now aching balls. I couldn’t believe it had come to this and with very little action in the chat room I made the decision to gather my clothes off the floor and redress myself. 
I moved to the front step where I usually smoke my cigarettes and that’s when it dawned on me that maybe, just maybe that ruining my orgasm was the sexual experience delivered to me and my line of negative thought began to change. I began to think how wonderful it was to feel so turned on for such a long period of time. Being to the edge of climax only to have it all taken away leaving me in a state of desperation to offload my cum was really starting to turn me on again. Once my brain settled and began to think straight I wanted to experience in full what a ruined orgasm does to my body. What it done was keep me between frustration and lust and I found myself enjoying the strange feeling it had to offer. I still haven’t had a release as yet and I’m not sure when I’ll let this feeling leave my body. One thing is for sure if I’m totally wrong about her motive, than I like to think it’s a positive way to look at a situation that ended totally different to how I thought it would.