Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

Dreaming     There is a space.   A special, private space. It exists somewhere between being not fully asleep nor fully awake.    It is in this space that my subconscious is freed from my conscious side rails and guards and fully acts out my buried desires and, like watching a play, each part comes fully alive for me to live in and experience. It is in this these middle state that my subconscious put one of my special fantasies on display.   I had been asked by a female friend to act as a nude waiter for a small party she wanted to hold.   Of course I readily agreed.   While I was serving drinks and snacks on her outdoor patio, the women were staring at my dick and it quickly became hard and swollen.   This prompted more comments. My friend ran her finger down my shaft and then said “it’s my party and I shouldn’t have to work.   You run your fingers up and down your cock for us. Do it now!” I felt the heat of embarrassment in my ...

  for the queen  I'm honoring a very sensual woman with this post.   She's been an inspiration for me.  

Because some times it feels so good, you want to take it slow.    

  finding my rhythm After being away for so long, it's nice to find my rhythm and get "normal" again. (this is a jpeg captured from a gif that was converted from an MP4.  I'm surprised at how well it turned out.  The gif - and a view of establishing my rhythm is on the following post for those who might want to view it.) https://eroticwomanstories.blogspot.com/2023/06/working-it.html

 And while I made this for you, my viewer, it was obviously my great pleasure to do so. Thank you for looking - and for commenting.   

  Mixed emotions   I just returned from a trip to the other side of the world.    The return flight was 30 hours of travel time.   This is how I felt.     But the return to my beloved Northwoods also made me feel like dancing.

  Because getting hard just feels so damn good!    

  Collage This is Molly's prompt for June.  I hope I've understood the directions ...

  I'm pleased to share these images with you, because it reminds me of how I was thinking about you, the viewer, while I climaxed.   And the shiver of excitement that thought gave (and still gives) me.  I also like remembering the feeling of my fist tightly clutching my cock as it pulsed, throbbed and shuddered in my climax - and how it went on and on.   And then the follow-on pleasure of sliding my cum soaked hand up and down my cock.  So smooth and warm and satisfying. 

 Thinking of you and wishing you well!