" it's all about the image…" Shameless I know it's shameless to show you touching myself for your smile I do
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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.
Sinful Sunday Breakfast at Stiffany's This was more than I expected. And maybe more than Molly asked for. I met my 'net friend, Claire Williams, on a CFNM (clothed female nude male) site. So her work in response to my request for an edited photo should not have surprised me. I love her sense of humor and the way she has of gently putting my male ego in a place we can all enjoy. Clair wrote a short story to go with her work. It follows the pic. The only thing I'm uncomfortable with is that she switched my head with one from another photo. She wanted it facing another direction. Still, that's just not right. Stiffany’s is one of my favourite hotels and whenever I’m working in the area I stay there for a day or two. The rooms are rather luxurious and the food is good. They are particularly renowned for their salads and the room service is excellent. My last visit was in the summer. The weather was hot so just before going to bed I pho...
Fall Demands Attention
Sinful Sunday The bright colors remind us of what is gone. The wet kiss of a summer rain, The suffocating embrace of the sun's heat, The smile, while returned, was never followed on. And the night chill warns of what is to come. The snow, the cold, the ice. A warm body pressed against your own, two bare skins trying to become as one. Love lost, love found. Pay attention says fall.
On Being Shown Chapter one, What was I thinking? Kurt’s body shivered, both from being naked and cold but also from the anticipation of what he was about to do. He pulled a robe out of his duffel and quickly put it on. It was only a week ago that he’d answered an ad in the school newspaper. The subject line has caught his attention his eyes the body of the ad has caught the attention of his dick. NUDE MALE VOLUNTEER WANTED Female art student needs a male model for final project. Can’t afford to hire anyone. Prepare to be totally nude for some time under her gaze and direction. Kurt thought for a full half second before he whipped out his phone and sent a submission to the email add...
Woodpeckers - for the erotic woman
The Masturbation Contest: She was simply the most elegant, confident woman I’ve ever seen. She moved towards us from across the room as if she owned it – which I later found out to be a fact. I stood there naked and staring at her appearance. She had dark hair, smoky brown eyes, wore little make up (because she didn’t need any) ; all set off by a silky cream colored blouse clinging to generous curves and blue jeans so form fitting I could count the change in her front pocket. A single strand of pearls disappeared into her cleavage. She was about 5’9” with long legs and she moved with a confident, but very feminine stride. She only made eye contact with Jen and ignored my presence entirely. When she got in front of us, she put one hand against my chest which somehow served to not only maintain a certain distance but also kept me in her control. She greeted Jen “Welcome, I’m Rose the owner of Woodpeckers for Women. Thanks for being here tonight and for bringing entertainment to s...