Erotic Tales for the Visual Woman

  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.

    I have a lovely friend, Sharon.  She has rules.  The most important is that all males must be naked in her residence.  Always. All the time. No exceptions.  So when I visit I have to undress at the door.       But then she has a follow on rule. All males MUST masturbate at the demand of any female in the house.     

  solo foreplay Just because.         

On Madness You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. Robin Williams RIP Robin. Thanks for all the madness  - I've done my best to not lose it and show the spark.    

  Fire in the woods  It feels so good on cool nights.        

  Gif Collage  I've been playing around with collages since Molly used that as a prompt some months back. This has been popular on my blog so I thought I'd share it here.  (I used free software so there's a brand name on it, if you buy the software there isn't one.)  

  Anticipation    "Anticipation is excitement, waiting eagerly for something you know is going to happen."

  adventures on the road I've been traveling on holiday.  Thank you Molly for posting my link last week. I thought I would share a recent morning experience.  I had pulled into a state campground late the night before and backed into a space deep in the trees bordering the lake.  I was awakened by the sounds of birds chirping and squirrels foraging for their breakfast in the brush.  I knelt on the mattress and felt the breeze blowing off the lake and let it blow across my skin.  It was so cooling and refreshing my cock began to get aroused. So, not needing to be anywhere else I lay back down and encouraged this feeling by sliding my fingers up and down along my shaft.  My cock responded by getting harder and stiffer.  The feeling of becoming erect is so pleasurable that I didn't want to stop - so I didn't. When I get this hard, the skin around the head of my cock gets so tight it pulls back exposing my dick slit. This area is so soft and sensitive that sliding my fing