Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  PonyBoy   Someone asked me "what's up with your avatar"?   It's a story of course.    My friend, Clair Williams, wanted to write a story about a ponyboy.  She described the posture and position of the male she needed for the accompanying photo and I did my best to comply. I reused that photo as my avatar because it made me chuckle and I liked how it looked in the circle that gets displayed. Here's her resultant work and the story that goes with it.   The PonyBoy Lady Persephone always enjoyed the horse racing at her local racecourse, but today was something special for her. It was Lady’s Day. Thousands of ladies were packed in the grandstand, many in very fine dresses and other outfits, and excitement was rising as the moment drew near for the Pony boy Race. In this event the horses were replaced by well built males who had to run naked pulling along their mistresses in small carts. The lady who won the race received a silver cup. Lady Persephone

    Unbidden This picture was meant to evoke a daydream like state.   Because when my mind wanders ... so do my hands.     Unbidden Unbidden, the memories come flooding back. Tangled hair lying pressed against my chest, Your legs wrapped around my waist with toes curled  as together, we hit all of the pleasure spots. And I wish to touch myself. Unbidden, I recall your heaving breasts. My fingers, wet inside your hidden sex, the soft curve of your hips swaying on top of me us sliding together and then you pulling back. And I want to touch myself.   Unbidden, I remember your laughing eyes,  gazing down on my erection bobbing in the air. Your moist, full lips as they slide down slipping across my chest, my belly and down below. And I need to touch myself.  Unbidden, my hand drops to my thighs. and my fingers find what they need to touch. And as they wrap around my organ I think again of you.  And wish.        

  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.

First Snow     First Snow We knew it was coming. We could feel its quickening pulse, the increasing waves of wind and cold, the sharp slaps of cold front snaps and the winds gusting with increased ferocity.   Yet when it came it was without a bang, no thunder, no loud claps just a sigh. A whimper of submission and  a whisper of release.  It rolled over us like a down comforter pulled up to our chins. What was left was a silence. Everything was buried, burned up, used and depleted.   We wrapped ourselves in our thoughts and felt only the softness,  the moisture and the comfort of its passing.  We are together in the quiet.  Time to put on a jacket. And a hat. Please excuse the indulgence of posting two photos.   I wasn't sure which one was best for Sinful Sunday.  The first seems more artistic and you can see the snow, the second is more sexual and better shows my "real feelings".   Any feedback on which you prefer is appreciated. Thanks, JerBear