Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  Healing   Friends,  over the next few weeks I'll be recovering from a minor surgery (a hernia if you must know). So with your indulgence, I'll post some older photos as a kind of placeholder - so you don't forget about me.   I like this one because it shows my beloved north-woods in that transition period from summer to fall and because the river is a moving, changing reflection of life.  In short, a perfect place to heal - no matter what ails you.    

In my room     Screaming without sound, Naked without judgement, Private yet exposed, In my room.    

    Making Wood   Because up here you can't have "heat" without "wood".  

  The canoe can wait  something has come up and it needs my attention

  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 ...  

    Cause and Effect Sometimes, a picture is worth 1000 words.  The Effect The Cause

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