Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

Windows        Windows   It's a humble house, but with million dollar windows. Well not the windows, but the views they provide. Overlooking a maple forest, the fall leaves burst forth and bathe your eyes in a color wash of green, yellow and red.    You can look out the windows, but you can't get through. You can look in the windows but you can't crawl inside.  Except for the windows of the soul. Then anyone with enough curiosity and passion can slide right in.       

  Seasons & Reasons everything has a season, the apostle said. Having  gathered fruit from the  garden and hung it to dry I'm left wondering, just what season am I in?   But then you look at me, and once again I feel in bloom. Just you and me and the  promise of a new spring. 

" it's all about the image…"  Shameless I know it's shameless to show you touching myself for your smile I do    

  Sinful Sunday The female gaze.     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   I was inspired by last week's Modesty Ablaze's photo in the sun.   It'll be some time before it feels good to expose bare skin outdoors again.