Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  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.       

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   As only an exhibitionist would do.  Thank you all for indulging me in my "show and tell" posts.             

  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. ...

    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.        

  Making a Naked Waiter   When I saw this month's prompt, I selected a photo and worked to make a silhouette in order to play along. THEN, I looked at Molly's example pics and saw that she was looking for something a little different than what I had in mind.  But too late.   Anyway, here it is.   Happy New Year everyone.   Here's how to make a naked waiter.   Recipe for “Naked Waiter” drinks 3/4 oz Pernod® licorice liqueur 3/4 oz Mandarine Napoleon® orange liqueur 1 oz pineapple juice 4 oz sparkling bitter lemon soda Pour into an ice-filled wine goblet, and garnish with a lemon wedge.   In all honesty, I haven't had one of these ...   If anyone has tasted a naked waiter, I'd love to hear about it.       The original photo, for those who are interested, follows.  

  still trying  To decorate ...  Merry Christmas! Wishing each of you peace during the coming year. Be kind to one another. 

    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.