Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  adventures on the road I've been traveling on holiday.  Thank you Molly for posting my link last week. I thought I would share a recent morning experience.  I had pulled into a state campground late the night before and backed into a space deep in the trees bordering the lake.  I was awakened by the sounds of birds chirping and squirrels foraging for their breakfast in the brush.  I knelt on the mattress and felt the breeze blowing off the lake and let it blow across my skin.  It was so cooling and refreshing my cock began to get aroused. So, not needing to be anywhere else I lay back down and encouraged this feeling by sliding my fingers up and down along my shaft.  My cock responded by getting harder and stiffer.  The feeling of becoming erect is so pleasurable that I didn't want to stop - so I didn't. When I get this hard, the skin around the head of my cock gets so tight it pulls back exposing my dick slit. This area is so soft and sensitive that sliding my fing

The Performance Pouch Story     I hate shopping.  I hate everything about it - unless it's to the hardware or music store.    So when I needed new underwear I went online.  These were described as: white, stretch briefs with a performance pouch.  Just your basic pair of men's underwear. This was a bad purchase decision. Now, don't you think that somewhere in that description they should have said "see-through"?  Or maybe "performance pouch"  is a synonym for that. Like I am supposed to perform in them.     Another clue should have been that they were only $5.  So it's not worth the hassle of returning them.  So when Molly gave us the October prompt of "clothes on" I thought of these right away. But about that "performance pouch" ...  I just assumed they were talking about how it provided some sort of active support. Wrong.  If they are going to be performative I thought I should turn them into wet briefs for "clothes o

  the Road to Recovery I'm becoming convinced that the road to recovery has a river nearby, flowing with a good Malbec wine and is lit by firelight on cool nights with many good books to keep you occupied. .      

  first cup The first cup of coffee for the day is always the best.    I'm back team, thanks for the well wishes. You can see my surgery scar on this image.  They shaved me for the operation but once my pubes grow back it'll be hidden (I think).   But I don't think we're to live a full and robust life and escape without a few scars, bumps and bruises. 

     I get so few comments, I don't know if any of you enjoy these scenes.  If you do, please just give me a yes or no - or what you might prefer to see more or less of.  Thanks, JerBear    

  When an old trunk Isn't just funk but it's a place  to release my junk

  I've been doing research on my MMA degree, (that's Masters of Masturbatory Arts - I gave that degree to myself thinking that's sort of the point). I was hoping to achieve a PHD.  But it requires writing a paper and while I'm doing research all of the blood flow to my brain keeps getting routed elsewhere.  I'll let you know how it goes ...    

   Just to show you all how these sorts of things progress ...