Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  talking dick size This is an older photo that I've never posted before.   To be honest, I was never happy with how it presented what is the honest look of my dick.  It seemed "non-showy", nothing special, just plain average at best.  I acknowledge that this is just foolish ego on my part.   I can walk into any department store in America and grab a shirt, pants and jacket off the size medium rack and they fit perfectly.  Why would I expect my dick to be anything different?   It's a silly male thing.  I so much want to be able to elicit positive female reaction.   It's silly because in real life, I'm not attracted to female models or women with perfect bodies.  I search out high quality female humans that interest me.   I used to be a moderator on a CFNM site, and the women were all definitely size queens.   I have to admit feeling a little jealous of those bigger males.   One of the things I appreciate about Sinful Sunday is that I feel like the posters are

imagine     I've been thinking about the connections between one's imagination and sex. We all want "real" and "true".   But the glorious, unrestrained, bursting from desire fun of imagination is there.  And is that any less true?

Shaking off the blues    I'm "shaking off" the Late Winder Blues.  Hope you all are as well. Looking out the window, I yearn for spring. The days are a little longer, The sun brighter.  Early birds are arriving, chirping their hello. It's not the worms they're after but the best territory. They'll use it to attract a mate, They have a need.  Turns out they aren't so different than you and me.  Like those birds, I'm saying "hello out there". 

  valentine    It's a silly card but with a serious message. My hope for each of you is that you have - or you find someone - who makes your love complete. Enjoy, be safe. JerBear

  I believe I believe in making music, I believe in making love,   I believe in the power of poetry,   All my beliefs require others  in order to be strong and ring true.  And every exhibitionist needs a watcher. I believe I'll have another glass of wine the accompanying photo is from my archive.   The temps have been between -20F and zero all week.  I'm wimping out getting all naked until it warms up.  

  On senses Winter in the woods of the far north means short daylight hours and long cold nights.   I took advantage of one of these nights to play around with some words, images and well, whatever else popped up.   In the dark I look for It.  finding It, I unfold Its curled  length and inspect It with  light fingertip touches. smooth soft skin firm head, slightly moist It trembles at my touch. I squeeze hard, feeling It's pulse  throb in my hand. The beat quickens in anticipation. sliding my hand down It, I feel a tremor in my legs they go weak, ready to submit. It answers. With a twitch aided by its newly solid state It wants friction and searches wildly frustrated by my slippery fingers It pushes and thrusts upwards  wildly stabbing at air. It needs  the release of surrounding skin wrapping It in heat  and matching   It's need to join. 

  Merry Merry!   Blessings of the season to each and every one of you.   My wish for you is: peace to all who are troubled, healing for all who are hurt and friends to all who are lonely.   Each of you contributed in some way to the family which this site has become and I thank you for that.  I'm sorry the angel in this picture is a little blurry.  I tried and tried to get it focused but just knowing you all would be looking, my dick kept twitching and that would make the angel swing. By the time I got it stopped and the camera in position my dick would twitch and the angel would swing ... like it's doing in the picture.  I didn't have room on the picture to call out each of you. You all are angels and all are tightly focused in my mind.   You fellow posters are all angels - strong ones, Molly is the chief angel and the most powerful angels are those of you who look, read and comment.   Thank you all and Peace be with you.