Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  Merry Merry!   Blessings of the season to each and every one of you.   My wish for you is: peace to all who are troubled, healing for all who are hurt and friends to all who are lonely.   Each of you contributed in some way to the family which this site has become and I thank you for that.  I'm sorry the angel in this picture is a little blurry.  I tried and tried to get it focused but just knowing you all would be looking, my dick kept twitching and that would make the angel swing. By the time I got it stopped and the camera in position my dick would twitch and the angel would swing ... like it's doing in the picture.  I didn't have room on the picture to call out each of you. You all are angels and all are tightly focused in my mind.   You fellow posters are all angels - strong ones, Molly is the chief angel and the most powerful angels are those of you who look, read and comment.   Thank you all and Peace be with you.  

Plan B     such a beautiful  day and I'm not fornicating                    Adilia Lopes   That's my condition as well. I call a female friend  Say I'm horny as hell. she suggests a cold shower.     Crap! Not only was that unpleasant  it fails in its mission. I'm reconsidering her friendship status.   I'm left with plan B.     I hate distance. You meet the best people and they are always so far away.

  Molly's Therapy Couch   OK everybody, please scoot over I need some time on Molly's therapy couch.   It's not the couch I'm laying on in the picture, it's where we get to unload our feelings about the image - or the image capture process. There's a backstory to this pic I need to talk about.  I've mentioned here before that I feel slightly broken or "off", that I feel total shamelessness in posting nude and erect photos, and that felt wrong.  That all changed this weekend. I female friend who has a small Woman's club (they meet regularly to share porn gifs and get served wine by nude males); she knew that I was going hunting in the far North-woods and would I be interested in making an outdoor male masturbation video for their next meet and post it on my blog so they could watch? Hmmm, the chance to show myself to a group of women? Took me half a second to agree. I did it, but it wasn't easy, turns out 20 seconds is about the size video t

  Led by Desire  More on "L" I thought of a couple more "L" words that I wanted to put with an image: Led and Leash . Seeing and reading about the development of strong dominant women here on Sinful Sunday (like Vanilla Free Sex and her boots) I thought posting this in their honor was appropriate.    Thank you all for looking and commenting.   Led by Desire I love you I adore you I trust you   I spoke these words in my mind as I stood in front of you while you bound, first my balls then wrapped the line around my cock.   I love you  I adore you I DO trust you   The words had become a mantra now as you made the final twist of the rawhide which was looped around my dick head and pulled tight. Your firm tug on the the line pulled my whole dick and balls around and now we faced the door.    I love you I adore you I HAVE to trust you   You pushed open the door and led me out into the sun and down the path to the road.  

  Licentious     The October prompt here at Sinful Sunday is "L".   I've been quiet as of late, but when I read that, the word licentious rang out in my brain.          (lacking legal or moral restraints           especially   :   disregarding sexual restraints). It triggered a strong desire to post once again.   Yep,  licentious pretty well describes me and my proclivities.  As well as a few others here at Sinful Sunday, I imagine.    I've stopped trying to understand it. But even the thought of women looking at my nude and erect self sends a thrill from my brain stem straight down to my dick and I get - and stay- hard.  I know that by showing myself this way I'm disregarding moral restraints, but that's me. The real and whole me. And it feels damn good. And sincerely, thank you for looking!  

  Triptych! Triptych!   I do know that I'm way , way late for this month's prompt party. I hadn't intended to play along with this month's prompt. But you all inspired me so much with your imaginative posts  that I just had to have a go of it myself.    The sole purpose in this post is to explore making a gif  from three pieces of photos.  Using a bit of free software and a very willing subject (excuse the 3rd person there)  We have this as a result.  Don't stare at it, I found it hypnotic.   That fact was both odd and disturbing.  Thanks for your continued indulgence in my passion.  AND, thank you for looking.  That means a lot to me.        

fluffing     Self-fluffing, in preparation for a photo to show you, usually helps create a more memorable image.  BUT discipline, JerBear, discipline.  It's soooo easy to get carried away and "lost in the moment".   Those of you with exceptional memories recall my post about "What feels good to me" ( https://eroticwomanstories.blogspot.com/2020_11_05_archive.html ). In it, I described how delicious it feels to slide wet fingertips along the slit of my penis head, how it invariably triggers some precum and how that added slipperiness makes my body shudder when I push my fingertip down and slide it back.  I was getting ready to take a photo for Sinful Sunday and "fluffing" to present a more "solid" look. Doing what just feels so damn good to me -  sliding my fingertips down my shaft and slowly pulling back up to the head, I got a little too into my preparation.   This is what I was able to capture before I was sent off that slippery cliff.

 Don't get anxious, I know the date for Mother's Day varies by countries. You didn't forget.  In the US, it's this Sunday and I wanted to give a salute to them for all they do and all that they have done for me.  No matter if I'm early or late recognizing you. With my heartfelt love. JerBear        

Please Yourself   Yes, yes it is.  For real. May is National Masturbation Month.   The Whole month! I am grateful and pleased for Sinful Sunday.This site is special because its the one place I feel like I can be and show my real self - and not feel like a weirdo pervert. The timely prompt this month asked us to show what we are and what we're feeling now.  I couldn't resist.   I'm obviously horny, have a strong exhibitionist desire and totally enjoy fulfilling those urges.  Thank you Molly. So people enjoy YOURSELVES. 

  A Slow Day A slow Saturday,  with no place we have to be. That, she said, is good for  male direction. Said direction was provided by only her eyes and with a few motions of her fingertips.   Slow and purposeful was her style and one that she determined to employ.  "we have the time,  we will use all of it".  There was no rushing, no urgency - the  latter was quickly squashed with but a shake of her head and a frown.   "You share with me, so I can share with my friends. They will know and see." Direction. It goes two ways doesn't it?    You give, you get.      

On wet briefs and living   I'm wearing a lie. I don't live to exist. I exist to live. And I want more.    I want more laughter, more tears, more feeling, longer erections (bigger and longer lasting) Is that asking too much?     A woman gave a request she asked to see men in wet briefs. Her desire for more and bigger living fueled mine.   I admired how she  could say out loud. What she wanted. How to make her life more filled. It ignited my lust. And I envy her grasp on life. as this photo  session went along,  my underwear dried out,  and got very constrained.* That's what living to exist will get'cha. * actually these are the more comfortable briefs I've ever worn. The way they cup my balls is like a soft warm hand. 

  Outtakes   Have you ever planned a photo shot that you thought would be really, really good and it was an utter failure?  Laugh out loud kind of failure?   I have.  After intently watching my photography partner doing her yoga exercises, she decided that yoga would be just the thing for me.   Never mind that my body is stiff and non flexible, nor that I can't even do a down dog pose without grunting in discomfort.  No, if I was going to watch her, she was going to watch and photograph me.  And she had me with the idea, a back bend handstand which would make my erection stand up tall.   But it was was like what Dirty Harry said "A man's got to know his limitations."  My partner, now military-like drill instructor soon had me bent and contorted.   And her attention had me, as Tom Waits sang "getting harder than Chinese algebra".  The challenge to me was that she wanted some parts of me soft and pliable and other parts hard and stiff - and I kept getting them

    Favoring Fire    By request .... a snow and ice photo. In the interests of honesty, I cropped the photo so you wouldn't see the boots I was wearing.   I drew the line at standing in the snow barefoot! Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.   Robert Frost     This sentiment of warming desire is especially comforting for those of us who have spent time naked in the snow and ice.  I do like the idea of desire so strong we both burst into flame.  

My road to perdition     Since after all, this is "Sinful Sunday" .   The serpent beguiled me,                                                    and I did eat"                                                  Genesis 3:13   Dame the calories! To hell with the carbs! I'm ditching the diet and I want what I want. Today I want pancakes. Blueberry pancakes. with melted butter - LOTS And warm maple syrup. It's a slippery slope because the heart will always want  what it needs to to be complete.  It's my road to perdition.   It will be slippery with butter and syrup.

  Natural Texture (we don't have a variety of textures in the north country this time of year.  Unless you count the different kinds of snow and ice.  So, I've pulled in a picture from last spring to submit for Molly's February prompt.)   Come closer, a little more, that's right. I want you to put your palm on the tree feel how the bark is stiff and full of ridges and bumps. It is hard - yet alive with sap. Next, feel the leaves, silky smooth they are fresh, tender yet firm  your finger tips can slip along them.  all the way to the tip. The new grasses have sprung up fast they're already waist high lightly brush your hands through them  and feel them sway with your rhythm   later we'll walk down to the river and feel the rush of water pushing, and flowing through us.   Come. Take my hand.       

the stuff of dreams      Thanks to all of you who contribute "stuff".     "sleep   – to   sleep ,   perchance to dream " Hamlet   Of what then shall we dream? could it be dainty red bra slipping down, or nipple erect and pointing up,  maybe full nakedness boldly thrusting at the sun   Or perhaps the balance of sex and living or of smooth buttocks from behind showing that gap in the upper thighs and the glimmer of her moist folds   snow angels through windows delight Bernie and I watch and warm Sinful Sunday always encourages and fuels rock hard penis dreams

  Celebrating Winter   As only an exhibitionist would do.  Thank you all for indulging me in my "show and tell" posts.             

  PonyBoy   Someone asked me "what's up with your avatar"?   It's a story of course.    My friend, Clair Williams, wanted to write a story about a ponyboy.  She described the posture and position of the male she needed for the accompanying photo and I did my best to comply. I reused that photo as my avatar because it made me chuckle and I liked how it looked in the circle that gets displayed. Here's her resultant work and the story that goes with it.   The PonyBoy Lady Persephone always enjoyed the horse racing at her local racecourse, but today was something special for her. It was Lady’s Day. Thousands of ladies were packed in the grandstand, many in very fine dresses and other outfits, and excitement was rising as the moment drew near for the Pony boy Race. In this event the horses were replaced by well built males who had to run naked pulling along their mistresses in small carts. The lady who won the race received a silver cup. Lady Persephone