A Sky Colored Cock

So swollen, so puffy, so swollen, so puffy….oh God….I have to take care of this right now. Everyone’s just on the other side of the door but I have to…oh God..View attachment 2381690
I know the feeling, when I just have to have a release knowing that I have only a few minutes alone to rub one out to relieve the pressure. It's not really enough, but it takes the edge off until I can do it properly. I just have to make sure I don't leave a telltale spot on my clothes or a stray strand of cum that I forget to wipe off. Occasionally, there has been a man among the group whom I've rejoined who has given me a knowing look and a smile.
 
So swollen, so puffy, so swollen, so puffy….oh God….I have to take care of this right now. Everyone’s just on the other side of the door but I have to…oh God..View attachment 2381690
Reading such sexually potent, lust-charged words and phrases—"swollen" (god, I love that word in this context!); "so swollen"; "have to take care of this...right now!"; "oh, God"—gets me every time. I can feel the rush of adrenaline, the heart palpitations, the tightening of the abdominal muscles in preparation for release, the catch in the throat, and the labored breathing! @Llehlla , you've moistened my morning with this...I was going to write "You've put a little pep in my step this morning while simultaneously stiffening my gait," but, I thought it too obvious.
 
Reading such sexually potent, lust-charged words and phrases—"swollen" (god, I love that word in this context!); "so swollen"; "have to take care of this...right now!"; "oh, God"—gets me every time. I can feel the rush of adrenaline, the heart palpitations, the tightening of the abdominal muscles in preparation for release, the catch in the throat, and the labored breathing! @Llehlla , you've moistened my morning with this...I was going to write "You've put a little pep in my step this morning while simultaneously stiffening my gait," but, I thought it too obvious.
I wish it were possible to put more than one emoticon in response to comments. This one needs the laughing face and the hearts popping out of the yellow head face!
So many things swell when things are going well and I think that’s just swell. When the seashell swells it oozes a gel. When the rocket swells it launches its gel through an opening at the tip of its bell.
 
I wish it were possible to put more than one emoticon in response to comments. This one needs the laughing face and the hearts popping out of the yellow head face!
So many things swell when things are going well and I think that’s just swell. When the seashell swells it oozes a gel. When the rocket swells it launches its gel through an opening at the tip of its bell.
*gulp!* *pant!*...Ditto on the point you made about the need for extra emojis! You made me laugh and "breathe funny" at the same time!
 
X-ray of an orgasm.
She is split even wider than you can see. She has been pierced through by a probe even thicker and longer than you can feel. Where she is penetrated, when she has been thrust into again and again and again, her nerve endings scream as they IMG_1638.pngignite more excitement than she can contain. The energy you fire into her erupts, spreading wave after wave of wild reward.
 
In music, especially when critiquing in a positive way a recorded composition, musicians will sometimes use a term to express pleasure toward the layering and texturing experience they're enjoying. "Sonic," e.g. "That is 'sonic'." I wish I could apply a comparable term to the pleasure I'm currently experiencing while taking in the visuals from this work. For now, I'll just say this is the equivalent of "sonic." This is artistically sonic! @Llehlla
 
In music, especially when critiquing in a positive way a recorded composition, musicians will sometimes use a term to express pleasure toward the layering and texturing experience they're enjoying. "Sonic," e.g. "That is 'sonic'." I wish I could apply a comparable term to the pleasure I'm currently experiencing while taking in the visuals from this work. For now, I'll just say this is the equivalent of "sonic." This is artistically sonic! @Llehlla
“Sonic” sounds good to me! Thank you!
 
My, oh, my! All those words for something that I would do so instinctively without a word being spoken. Your beautiful image says it all. Those words, and many others, might rush through my mind in a split second, but my cock would be buried so deep within before the word "introduce" could be uttered.
Words are as exciting as images to Llehlla, hence the combination. But I understand and appreciate your “point,” @RobLivesInTexas IMG_4541.pngso here is a version for you!
 
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Another variation on the theme. View attachment 2385802
I'm very visual, and when I read (or hear) a good story, I visualize the scenes if they have been described well. That's why I have problems with films of novels I love. Even when well-made, there is always a thought in my mind of "that's not how it really looks." On the other hand, when I see art, I start creating a story in my mind which may or may not have specific words.

Either way, I love your work, just the images, or just the words (which are very beautiful art themselves), or images and words together. They are thought-provoking and arousing at the same time, and I'm always hard as a rock when I view your work. Please keep it up, keeping me up.
 
I'm very visual, and when I read (or hear) a good story, I visualize the scenes if they have been described well. That's why I have problems with films of novels I love. Even when well-made, there is always a thought in my mind of "that's not how it really looks." On the other hand, when I see art, I start creating a story in my mind which may or may not have specific words.

Either way, I love your work, just the images, or just the words (which are very beautiful art themselves), or images and words together. They are thought-provoking and arousing at the same time, and I'm always hard as a rock when I view your work. Please keep it up, keeping me up.
Thank you for the hard facts!
 
I'm very visual, and when I read (or hear) a good story, I visualize the scenes if they have been described well. That's why I have problems with films of novels I love. Even when well-made, there is always a thought in my mind of "that's not how it really looks." On the other hand, when I see art, I start creating a story in my mind which may or may not have specific words.

Either way, I love your work, just the images, or just the words (which are very beautiful art themselves), or images and words together. They are thought-provoking and arousing at the sametime, and I'm always hard as a rock when I view your work. Please keep it up, keeping me up.
Also, @RobLivesInTexas, I completely understand what you mean about seeing what you read and putting words to images you see. I do that, too, and when there isn’t room for the reader’s/viewer’s own imagination to make the work come alive for them, the gift of sharing is diminished, or even lost. There is certainly a place for private creating, but if one wants to use creation as a means of connecting in some way with others, there needs to be space, time, moments, pauses, for a conversation to happen. That conversation is usually within the reader’s/viewer’s/ (and I should add listener’s since this applies to music and spoken word arts, too) own mind.
I appreciate your feedback because you have reminded me of an essential part of the creative process. Putting one’s work out into a void is lonely indeed. I create to connect, to feel I’m part of humanity. It’s what I love to do…to share. Thank you for sharing in return.
 
Also, @RobLivesInTexas, I completely understand what you mean about seeing what you read and putting words to images you see. I do that, too, and when there isn’t room for the reader’s/viewer’s own imagination to make the work come alive for them, the gift of sharing is diminished, or even lost. There is certainly a place for private creating, but if one wants to use creation as a means of connecting in some way with others, there needs to be space, time, moments, pauses, for a conversation to happen. That conversation is usually within the reader’s/viewer’s/ (and I should add listener’s since this applies to music and spoken word arts, too) own mind.
I appreciate your feedback because you have reminded me of an essential part of the creative process. Putting one’s work out into a void is lonely indeed. I create to connect, to feel I’m part of humanity. It’s what I love to do…to share. Thank you for sharing in return.
As a musician myself, you touch on a fact about music and the other performing arts that differentiate them from the visual and literary arts: they exist in time. If the Mona Lisa is not being viewed at a particular moment in time, it doesn't cease to exist. But if Beethoven's Ninth Symphony is not being performed somewhere in the world, even in someone's mind, does it actually exist? In other words, performing arts have to be recreated.

"Putting one’s work out into a void is lonely indeed. I create to connect, to feel I’m part of humanity. It’s what I love to do…to share." I agree, and I'm glad you do share. You do create a community of people who enjoy your art and respond in their own unique ways and give you feedback, thus increasing the sense of community. But a composer (like myself, for instance) has to somehow put the music "out there" in a printed form for someone else to recreate by performing it.

The advent of the recording industry, and then the broadcasting industry changed that in the sense that it is now possible for performers to put their creations "out there" in cyberspace for consumption, with all the possible benefits and pitfalls that accompany that.

Sorry for the ramble. But your sensitivity to the communication aspect of the arts is important. Even erotic art, in my opinion, should be arousing in a way that raises it above mere pornography. Your art does that.
 
As a musician myself, you touch on a fact about music and the other performing arts that differentiate them from the visual and literary arts: they exist in time. If the Mona Lisa is not being viewed at a particular moment in time, it doesn't cease to exist. But if Beethoven's Ninth Symphony is not being performed somewhere in the world, even in someone's mind, does it actually exist? In other words, performing arts have to be recreated.

"Putting one’s work out into a void is lonely indeed. I create to connect, to feel I’m part of humanity. It’s what I love to do…to share." I agree, and I'm glad you do share. You do create a community of people who enjoy your art and respond in their own unique ways and give you feedback, thus increasing the sense of community. But a composer (like myself, for instance) has to somehow put the music "out there" in a printed form for someone else to recreate by performing it.

The advent of the recording industry, and then the broadcasting industry changed that in the sense that it is now possible for performers to put their creations "out there" in cyberspace for consumption, with all the possible benefits and pitfalls that accompany that.

Sorry for the ramble. But your sensitivity to the communication aspect of the arts is important. Even erotic art, in my opinion, should be arousing in a way that raises it above mere pornography. Your art does that.
Thank you so much for this, @RobLivesInTexas! I wish I had the energy to continue the conversation, but I’m afraid that’s not the case right now. I appreciate your perspective as a musician and your compliments as a human. Creativity is a huge and fascinating topic. not unlike something else that comes to mind. Heh.
 
She always came back to the fantasy that brought the most pleasure. It was yet another encounter with the man she had seen but never met. . Oh, how clearly she could picture and feel every detail. She could imagine his scent. She could summon the sound of his voice when he spoke. Then, even better, she responded to the sharp intakes of breath and long drawn out moans he uttered when buzzing with excitement.
She could imagine it so perfectly that in no time her body would believe the fantasy. It would believe he was opening his mouth wide over hers for a searching, softly muscular kiss. At the same time she reached for his cock and thumbed the dip where his precum pooled. Then grasping his shaft she guided it to her winking, wet folds. She invited it to do just what his mouth and tongue were doing up above. It never failed to bring repeated thrills of release. Fantasy filled her up, and then some. You_Doodle_2024-09-05T22_47_57Z.jpeg
 
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