Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  Triptych! Triptych!   I do know that I'm way , way late for this month's prompt party. I hadn't intended to play along with this month's prompt. But you all inspired me so much with your imaginative posts  that I just had to have a go of it myself.    The sole purpose in this post is to explore making a gif  from three pieces of photos.  Using a bit of free software and a very willing subject (excuse the 3rd person there)  We have this as a result.  Don't stare at it, I found it hypnotic.   That fact was both odd and disturbing.  Thanks for your continued indulgence in my passion.  AND, thank you for looking.  That means a lot to me.        

fluffing     Self-fluffing, in preparation for a photo to show you, usually helps create a more memorable image.  BUT discipline, JerBear, discipline.  It's soooo easy to get carried away and "lost in the moment".   Those of you with exceptional memories recall my post about "What feels good to me" ( https://eroticwomanstories.blogspot.com/2020_11_05_archive.html ). In it, I described how delicious it feels to slide wet fingertips along the slit of my penis head, how it invariably triggers some precum and how that added slipperiness makes my body shudder when I push my fingertip down and slide it back.  I was getting ready to take a photo for Sinful Sunday and "fluffing" to present a more "solid" look. Doing what just feels so damn good to me -  sliding my fingertips down my shaft and slowly pulling back up to the head, I got a little too into my preparation.   This is what I was able to capture before I was sent off that slippery clif...

 Don't get anxious, I know the date for Mother's Day varies by countries. You didn't forget.  In the US, it's this Sunday and I wanted to give a salute to them for all they do and all that they have done for me.  No matter if I'm early or late recognizing you. With my heartfelt love. JerBear        

Please Yourself   Yes, yes it is.  For real. May is National Masturbation Month.   The Whole month! I am grateful and pleased for Sinful Sunday.This site is special because its the one place I feel like I can be and show my real self - and not feel like a weirdo pervert. The timely prompt this month asked us to show what we are and what we're feeling now.  I couldn't resist.   I'm obviously horny, have a strong exhibitionist desire and totally enjoy fulfilling those urges.  Thank you Molly. So people enjoy YOURSELVES. 

  A Slow Day A slow Saturday,  with no place we have to be. That, she said, is good for  male direction. Said direction was provided by only her eyes and with a few motions of her fingertips.   Slow and purposeful was her style and one that she determined to employ.  "we have the time,  we will use all of it".  There was no rushing, no urgency - the  latter was quickly squashed with but a shake of her head and a frown.   "You share with me, so I can share with my friends. They will know and see." Direction. It goes two ways doesn't it?    You give, you get.      

On wet briefs and living   I'm wearing a lie. I don't live to exist. I exist to live. And I want more.    I want more laughter, more tears, more feeling, longer erections (bigger and longer lasting) Is that asking too much?     A woman gave a request she asked to see men in wet briefs. Her desire for more and bigger living fueled mine.   I admired how she  could say out loud. What she wanted. How to make her life more filled. It ignited my lust. And I envy her grasp on life. as this photo  session went along,  my underwear dried out,  and got very constrained.* That's what living to exist will get'cha. * actually these are the more comfortable briefs I've ever worn. The way they cup my balls is like a soft warm hand. 

  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 o...

    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.