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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

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  Celebrating Winter   As only an exhibitionist would do.  Thank you all for indulging me in my "show and tell" posts.             
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  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
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    Unbidden This picture was meant to evoke a daydream like state.   Because when my mind wanders ... so do my hands.     Unbidden Unbidden, the memories come flooding back. Tangled hair lying pressed against my chest, Your legs wrapped around my waist with toes curled  as together, we hit all of the pleasure spots. And I wish to touch myself. Unbidden, I recall your heaving breasts. My fingers, wet inside your hidden sex, the soft curve of your hips swaying on top of me us sliding together and then you pulling back. And I want to touch myself.   Unbidden, I remember your laughing eyes,  gazing down on my erection bobbing in the air. Your moist, full lips as they slide down slipping across my chest, my belly and down below. And I need to touch myself.  Unbidden, my hand drops to my thighs. and my fingers find what they need to touch. And as they wrap around my organ I think again of you.  And wish.