Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

    a Christmas bedtime story   * no character one was left out intentionally, I just hit the "rhyming  wall".  'Twas the night before Christmas and all 'round the block not a creature was stirring, except for my cock It twitched and it itched and it flopped side to side I tried to control it but it would not abide.   The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, fishnets and lace ups that show some skin bare The Sinful Sunday team were snug in their beds; while visions of play toys danced in their heads   When up on my bed there arose such a clatter, I let go my dick to see what was the matter. When what to my wandering eyes did appear big breasts, soft breasts and a curvy small rear   They were led by a woman named Molly  with beautiful legs and laugh oh so jolly. Modesty, Missy and Elliot, Tom and his too were there,   all the doms and their subs were  prancing on air.    Ash and deviant and switch bitch too, A...

  Failed Decorating Failed Decorating    Anyone else having trouble getting into the Christmas Spirit this year?   Maybe it's the Covid Or it's the lack of snow maybe I'm all "grinchy" I really just don't know Christmas is a coming I've got a tree and all but all that I can manage is to hang a single ball        

  Joyful DIY Project   A Joyful DIY Project  A couple of things from Krystal Minx's windows post (flip back to week 502 if you haven't seen it) inspired this very much tongue-in-cheek post.  That, and I was otherwise drawing a blank with the letter "J" prompt. Something you don't know about me. I have an advanced degree, (MMA). That's Master of Masturbatory Arts. I gave it to myself.   I thought that was the point. I'm working on my doctorate now.     

  Rip Tides   In my underwater world,  it was warm, wet and blue. I pushed against the resurgent tides  and woke up in your arms.    

 On Being Shown     [fact] Trust is a funny thing.    It doesn't always work the way one expects. Or the way one wants.  But without it, love can feel like a fast train to nowhere.    Being shown and vulnerable by your partner, is a trust and an act of love.   Showing you off is an act of love as well.  Both give and both can receive.  If they trust.    [fiction] I knelt on the pad at her direction and assumed the desired position. I knew from experience that my wait might be minutes or hours in duration – it didn’t matter. What did matter is that she had selected me to provide whatever intimate pleasure she ultimately desired. And it was that thought that kept my penis completely stiffened and on display for her periodic perusal. Her attention, while periodic in nature, was on my erection. She demanded a certain level of elevation and was sharp in her inspection methods. If she sensed a drop, she was quick to ...

First Snow     First Snow We knew it was coming. We could feel its quickening pulse, the increasing waves of wind and cold, the sharp slaps of cold front snaps and the winds gusting with increased ferocity.   Yet when it came it was without a bang, no thunder, no loud claps just a sigh. A whimper of submission and  a whisper of release.  It rolled over us like a down comforter pulled up to our chins. What was left was a silence. Everything was buried, burned up, used and depleted.   We wrapped ourselves in our thoughts and felt only the softness,  the moisture and the comfort of its passing.  We are together in the quiet.  Time to put on a jacket. And a hat. Please excuse the indulgence of posting two photos.   I wasn't sure which one was best for Sinful Sunday.  The first seems more artistic and you can see the snow, the second is more sexual and better shows my "real feelings".   Any feedback on which you prefe...

  What feels good to me  I like to start by bouncing my limp dick in my hand and feel it gain weight as it fills with blood and starts to swell up. I’m a “grower” type so the change is rather pronounced – and exciting. If I whip my hips back and forth, my penis slaps against my thighs with a whapping sound. And that feels good too. At some point, the “swelling up” changes from making my dick larger to making it stiffer. It starts to lift itself up off my hand and point upwards. At this point there’s a disconnect between me and my dick. It feels like it is its own entity. And to a small degree, it takes over. My penis head is getting real sensitive now because it is pulled tight. So if I am lightly holding the shaft with my finger tips and swirling the head around my palm it feels like satin and it further increases its sensitivity. My dick erection will get even tighter and harder if I lightly drag my finger tips from the base of my shaft up to the head...

Windows        Windows   It's a humble house, but with million dollar windows. Well not the windows, but the views they provide. Overlooking a maple forest, the fall leaves burst forth and bathe your eyes in a color wash of green, yellow and red.    You can look out the windows, but you can't get through. You can look in the windows but you can't crawl inside.  Except for the windows of the soul. Then anyone with enough curiosity and passion can slide right in.       

  Seasons & Reasons everything has a season, the apostle said. Having  gathered fruit from the  garden and hung it to dry I'm left wondering, just what season am I in?   But then you look at me, and once again I feel in bloom. Just you and me and the  promise of a new spring. 

" it's all about the image…"  Shameless I know it's shameless to show you touching myself for your smile I do