Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  BEWARE the Nutcracker  'Cause, "tis the season"!    But good news! Santa's finally changed his mind.  He's still bringing gifts to the "good" boys and girls, but even the "naughty ones" will get toys. 

   This holiday season, I want to watch you watching me.         

  flower gifts My sister gave me a plant for my birthday. I would love to bring flowers to you ...    

  The ghosts of Christmas  I'm getting to Molly's prompt, but first I had to visit the ghost of Christmas past. And then I was prompted by Molly to stay with the ghost of Christmas present.  Falalalala lalalala.... The song running through my head is Deck the Halls.  I like it because it's so raucous and is best done with real Christmas "spirits".   And if you can't remember the words - join the chorus.   Then,  Christmas ghost of the future (Christmas yet to cum!)  I am wishing each and everyone of you a year of sexual pleasures, sexual delights and sexual fulfillment.   And peace - mostly peace.

sticky fingers!      After last week's post about "The first Drop", I felt compelled to show the rest of the story.  I know these gifs aren't for everyone but I know that there are at least a couple of you out there who enjoy watching me enjoy myself. And I do.    Because there's nothing that feels more delicious than rubbing my precum around the head of my cock.  Or sliding my finger up and down the slit of my dick - pushing out the precum and sliding it around the head of my cock. But at some point the mechanics of pleasure give way to the need to squeeze and roughly handle my dick. And that sliding my hand up and down my shaft which is now slick with precum and feels silky, smooth and hot. Ohhhh! it just feels so damn good I don't want it to stop. I continue sliding my now cum-soaked-hand over and over and feel all the throbbing and shuddering coming from my cock. 

  drip dry, or?   (This posting is in the interest of not taking myself too seriously.   But having fun with my cock.)  Whoops, out of the shower without a towel.  Should I drip dry?   or shake it off?    

  hanging balls  Sorry for the multiple posts this week, but because it is the season for joy and Molly has inspired me to keep the Christmas spirit going. I offer this.  

  My visit to Barbie-land   It's about the color of light.   I was sitting in my living room, sipping my morning coffee, when the sun rose in the window behind me. It displayed a beautiful pink light which spilled across my skin and flooded the room.  It was so pink I felt like I was Ken in the "Barbie" movie.  The difference of course is that Ken is missing genitalia and, well ... I'm not.  I tried to capture this colored world even though it lasted only a few minutes. Then the sun rose above the clouds. This is a picture of light ...    

    7 OH! I just turned 70, SEVENTY, years old.  Honestly friends, I don't know how this happened or happened so soon.  But it left me wondering: should I stop posting (no one wants to look at their naked grandpa), should I try to hide the ravages of age and carry on a little lie, or should I pretend it never happened?  I decided that:  I love being here, I have a need to show myself, and I am not going to hide a thing.   What you all see is what you get and it's real (and every wrinkle was hard earned).   So, here's what a 70 year old man looks like in real life. Thank you for your understanding.  

    I've been visited by "The ghosts of Christmas".   The ghosts of Christmas past ...   The ghost of Christmas present: Fa la la la la The Christmas song I had running through my head (my big head)  was "deck the halls".  It's such a raucous song best sung with real Christmas spirits in hand.  The ghosts of future Christmas (hopefully, " Christmas yet to cum ") I'm optimistic about the future for us all.  Here's wishing you lots of sexual pleasures, sexual fun and sexual satisfaction in 2024. Thank you all for being my source of inspiration.  And especially Cassie for being the reason for this last image.