the canoe can wait
The canoe can wait something has come up and it needs my attention
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Summer is alive
Summer is Alive Summer at last. Thank God almighty, it's summer at last. Even up here in the north woods. (I'm standing in a doorway or the mosquitos would have my naked ass in a minute!) After so many posts being naked in the snow and cold, we all deserve to see the woods warm, alive and bursting forth in color. We know it won't last long ...
Dreaming
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
for the queen I'm honoring a very sensual woman with this post. She's been an inspiration for me.
finding rhythm
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
working it - for you
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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
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.
