Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

Windows        Windows   It's a humble house, but with million dollar windows. Well not the windows, but the views they provide. Overlooking a maple forest, the fall leaves burst forth and bathe your eyes in a color wash of green, yellow and red.    You can look out the windows, but you can't get through. You can look in the windows but you can't crawl inside.  Except for the windows of the soul. Then anyone with enough curiosity and passion can slide right in.       

  Seasons & Reasons everything has a season, the apostle said. Having  gathered fruit from the  garden and hung it to dry I'm left wondering, just what season am I in?   But then you look at me, and once again I feel in bloom. Just you and me and the  promise of a new spring. 

" it's all about the image…"  Shameless I know it's shameless to show you touching myself for your smile I do    

  Sinful Sunday The female gaze.     I feel your gaze upon my skin as it crawls from crotch to chest and back there again. And when it finally rests at the object of its desire I stiffen from its heat. It studies every bump, wrinkle and vein as I unfold, lengthen and become hard. Standing straight up, exposed and unashamed I push against your gaze seeking relief. But for you, controlling my erection using your eyes and a few chosen words, is serious play and you work at it. Relief will come, but not against your gaze   I was inspired by last week's Modesty Ablaze's photo in the sun.   It'll be some time before it feels good to expose bare skin outdoors again.  

  Sinful Sunday  Breakfast at Stiffany's This was more than I expected. And maybe more than Molly asked for.  I met my 'net friend, Claire Williams, on a CFNM (clothed female nude male) site. So her work in response to my request for an edited photo should not have surprised me.   I love her sense of humor and the way she has of gently putting my male ego in a place we can all enjoy. Clair wrote a short story to go with her work.  It follows the pic.  The only thing I'm uncomfortable with is that she switched my head with one from another photo.  She wanted it facing another direction. Still, that's just not right. Stiffany’s is one of my favourite hotels and whenever I’m working in the area I stay there for a day or two. The rooms are rather luxurious and the food is good. They are particularly renowned for their salads and the room service is excellent. My last visit was in the summer. The weather was hot so just before going to bed I phoned room service and as

Sinful Sunday     The bright colors remind us of what is gone. The wet kiss of a summer rain, The suffocating embrace of the sun's heat, The smile, while returned, was never followed on. And the night chill warns of what is to come. The snow, the cold, the ice. A warm body pressed against your own, two bare skins trying to become as one. Love lost, love found.  Pay attention says fall.

On Being Shown  Chapter one,  What was I thinking? Kurt’s body shivered, both from being naked and cold but also from the anticipation of what he was about to do.   He pulled a robe out of his duffel and quickly put it on.    It was only a week ago that he’d answered an ad in the school newspaper.   The subject line has caught his attention his eyes the body of the ad has caught the attention of his dick.                 NUDE MALE VOLUNTEER WANTED                 Female art student needs a male model for final project.     Can’t afford to hire anyone.   Prepare to be totally nude for some time under her gaze and       direction. Kurt thought for a full half second before he whipped out his phone and sent a submission to the email address on the ad.   She replied later that night and since then he’d been a nervous excited mess, alternating between a hard erection and “what have I done” thinking.  He heard her shout his name and snapped out of hi