Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

I am very lucky to know a group of the most sensuous women who have become good friends.  They have formed their own "Woman's Club", which has the most awesome rights and club privileges imaginable!!  This posting is for them. Cinnamon asks me after most Forum nights "how do you feel it went"?  Truthfully I have trouble answering her because while it is always a blast and I enjoy myself immensely, it quite often leaves me sexually frustrated.  Very frustrated!  And it doesn't help that Joyce keeps asking "are you hard yet"?  I want to shout "YES I AM AND IT FEELS GREAT".  I don't say it, but I am usually hard and without immediate relief I am only pushing against air ... and no matter how I twist my body around or swing my dick back and forth, relief is not available.  I usually look like this then: And if I could I would love, love, love  to be doing this in person during our little chats.  But a club performance is not

I feel your gaze upon my skin as it crawls from crotch to chest and back there again. And when it finally rests at the object of its desire I stiffen from its heat. It studies every bump, wrinkle and vein as I unfold, lengthen and become hard. Standing straight up, exposed and unashamed I push against your gaze seeking relief. But for you, controlling my erection using your eyes and a few chosen words, is serious play and you work at it. Relief will come, but not against your gaze "Hanging with Cinnamon" At your invitation, I've stopped by. And as usual, you've insisted that I remove my clothes at the door. It's a little uncomfortable for me - I'm self-conscious in my nakedness, but because it's my friend "Cin" I do it anyway. We have a beverage of your choice and somehow during the next drink or two, I let you talk me into having my hands tied up over my head so that I can't move around or get away. You go into the other room and call L

Jen approached and I could see her eyes appraising my naked body. My hands were behind my back and my feet were spread wide apart. Her eyes traveled from my chest to my thighs and back up to my crotch where they settled. She had a sly grin on her face and her eyes danced with excitement. “Well, JerBear, I think you know what I want for my present, don’t you?” Without waiting for a reply, she reached over and with her left hand lifted my penis up out of the way. Her right middle finger pressed against her thumb formed an “O” and she held this up against my balls and then released her finger and flicked my balls. It made a resounding smack, even though it made me visibly flinch I was determined not to make a sound or cry out. Lisa let out a little gasp but then leaned forward so that she could see what was happening, close up. I glanced at Amy and Arielle and saw grins on both of their faces; they knew what Jen had in mind! “Oh, Mister Hard-on, you’re a tough guy, aren’t you? Well, maybe