Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  Making a Naked Waiter   When I saw this month's prompt, I selected a photo and worked to make a silhouette in order to play along. THEN, I looked at Molly's example pics and saw that she was looking for something a little different than what I had in mind.  But too late.   Anyway, here it is.   Happy New Year everyone.   Here's how to make a naked waiter.   Recipe for “Naked Waiter” drinks 3/4 oz Pernod® licorice liqueur 3/4 oz Mandarine Napoleon® orange liqueur 1 oz pineapple juice 4 oz sparkling bitter lemon soda Pour into an ice-filled wine goblet, and garnish with a lemon wedge.   In all honesty, I haven't had one of these ...   If anyone has tasted a naked waiter, I'd love to hear about it.       The original photo, for those who are interested, follows.  

  still trying  To decorate ...  Merry Christmas! Wishing each of you peace during the coming year. Be kind to one another. 

    a Christmas bedtime story   * no character one was left out intentionally, I just hit the "rhyming  wall".  'Twas the night before Christmas and all 'round the block not a creature was stirring, except for my cock It twitched and it itched and it flopped side to side I tried to control it but it would not abide.   The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, fishnets and lace ups that show some skin bare The Sinful Sunday team were snug in their beds; while visions of play toys danced in their heads   When up on my bed there arose such a clatter, I let go my dick to see what was the matter. When what to my wandering eyes did appear big breasts, soft breasts and a curvy small rear   They were led by a woman named Molly  with beautiful legs and laugh oh so jolly. Modesty, Missy and Elliot, Tom and his too were there,   all the doms and their subs were  prancing on air.    Ash and deviant and switch bitch too, All of the sinful group were here  all just for you.

  Failed Decorating Failed Decorating    Anyone else having trouble getting into the Christmas Spirit this year?   Maybe it's the Covid Or it's the lack of snow maybe I'm all "grinchy" I really just don't know Christmas is a coming I've got a tree and all but all that I can manage is to hang a single ball        

  Joyful DIY Project   A Joyful DIY Project  A couple of things from Krystal Minx's windows post (flip back to week 502 if you haven't seen it) inspired this very much tongue-in-cheek post.  That, and I was otherwise drawing a blank with the letter "J" prompt. Something you don't know about me. I have an advanced degree, (MMA). That's Master of Masturbatory Arts. I gave it to myself.   I thought that was the point. I'm working on my doctorate now.     

  Rip Tides   In my underwater world,  it was warm, wet and blue. I pushed against the resurgent tides  and woke up in your arms.    

 On Being Shown     [fact] Trust is a funny thing.    It doesn't always work the way one expects. Or the way one wants.  But without it, love can feel like a fast train to nowhere.    Being shown and vulnerable by your partner, is a trust and an act of love.   Showing you off is an act of love as well.  Both give and both can receive.  If they trust.    [fiction] I knelt on the pad at her direction and assumed the desired position. I knew from experience that my wait might be minutes or hours in duration – it didn’t matter. What did matter is that she had selected me to provide whatever intimate pleasure she ultimately desired. And it was that thought that kept my penis completely stiffened and on display for her periodic perusal. Her attention, while periodic in nature, was on my erection. She demanded a certain level of elevation and was sharp in her inspection methods. If she sensed a drop, she was quick to require me to provide manual stimulation under her supervision.