Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  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.