Erotic Art Drawings

I love erotic art many times more than a photograph. There is a particular freedom in drawings that may not be captured in a photographic image. What intrigues me in these images is the power exchange. Whether it be the older male exposing the younger female’s pussy to look at, drool over….or a Domme female spanking a younger submissive girl…..I find it powerfully arousing.

 

 

The Artist and Client, Chapter 5

Helen stood with her hand holding her dress up showing me her mound. She was silent for what seemed like hours, time moved in slow motion. Finally she said, “Your mother’s gonna kill me…..come with me.” She grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs and outside. We were heading to the studio as she stopped and said, “Wait right here…..don’t move.” Helen walked in the house and came back with the keys for the studio. After opening the door and slamming it shut, she turned and pressed herself against me. Her head fell into the crook of my neck as she melted into me. “You don’t hate me do you…..G…..I mean…..I heard Bernie talking the other night to his client……he was telling him about you…..and,” she stopped. “and what|?”I asked. She shook her head and said, “Maybe I shouldn’t say, as she stepped away. She walked over to the easel, and threw off the sheet that covered the canvas. I watched as she stared at it the painting . Had she seen it before, or did Bernie tell me about it and what we did, or maybe this was the first time and she hated it. Maybe she hated me. “The paintings gorgeous G…..I love it….and you,” she paused and looked at me. You’re so…..so….young and……aroused……were you that aroused when you posed?” I nodded, “Yes I was. I replied. I could feel my cock swelling again. Thinking back to how Bernie had seduced me. How I wanted to be seduced. I was so willing. I was Bernie’s toy and I wanted to be again, that’s why I came here today. I wanted to lay on his chaise and have him touch me, suck my cock, and tell me to suck him.

“Earth to G…..are you okay G?”, Helen asked. I nodded again. She wiggled her finger at me, beckoning me to come closer. I came to her as she grabbed my arm and pulled me next to her. I could smell her arousal, Just like the scent in her panties, it hung in the corner of the studio from where Bernie painted. Helen had let her dress fall back into place as she she said, “You’re so hard in the painting G,?” as she ran her finger over my cock on the canvas, and then I felt her fingers slide over my cock, caressing me over the front of my shorts as she whispered, “you’re so hard now too…..right here.” Her finger pushed into my cock as she looked straight in my eyes. She smiled and said, “Remember when you were with all the boys at the pool…..you had those Speedos on……your cock…..made such a lovely lump…..you looked so good to all the mature women there.” “I did? Did I look good to you Helen?”, I couldn’t believe I said that.

I again thought about Bernie’s cock, and all those other mature males I had been naked with, seduced, sucked and intimate with. I hadn’t been with many if any mature women and I didn’t know how to do this. I didn’t know how to hold her, to kiss her, to make that move to to be a man with her. “Yes G……you looked good to me.” Again Helen pulled her dress up. “Do you want this G…..do you wanna fuck me G…..cuz if you do it’s yours.” All those mature women Helen spoke of, they were watching me, looking at me in my Speedo’s that day. I remember my mother had bought me a new swim suit and it was tiny. It rested low on my belly, and just above where the cleft of my butt. When I bent over you could see it. When the suit was wet it revealed my cock as if molded to me. No wonder the ladies were looking and staring. I was getting undressed in the locker room and an older guy was watching me. I loved being watched. He look at, gazing at in a sexual way. I was a little nervous about wearing that tiny suit. I was dressing in a hidden corner behind a row of lockers. I felt comfortable there as it was like a private dressing area. Then I looked up and saw a man staring at me. He was naked and as he looked at me his cock was hardening. He said, “That’s some suit you have on young man…..your gonna attract some attention……it’s very sexy…..do you mind me saying that?” He stepped forward. I was taken back by his comment and watched as he slowly came closer. He reached out brushing his finger over the outline of my hard cock as he said, “You’ll need to be careful…..this thing might pop out the top of that suit if you’re not careful.” I was surprised by how forward he was, and now his hand was gripping me, squeezing my throbbing cock as he stepped back and watched as it popped over the waist band. He could see how aroused I was, but noises from others entering the locker room made the moment all come to a fast end.

“G…….are you a virgin? Helen asked. I shook my head. “Have you been with a girl, or just men?” she went on. “Mostly men, a couple girls my age,” I told her. “Have you ever really made love to a girl G…..have you ever had a girl show you how it should be……has a girl ever given herself completely to you?” she asked in a sweeter flirty tone. I shook my head no. “Only a couple of girls in the back seat of a car…..we kind fumbled around and I came as soon as I got it…….you know….as soon as my thing touched her,” I responded, looking away. “This is so embarrassing Helen,” I added.

I has always been so easy with men, older males who knew how to seduce me and how easy it was for me to give them a peak at me. I might lean away a little farther from a urinal in a restroom, showing my cock that would be hardening. Or I might have stretched a bit more and longer as I arched my back, my cock pressing against my tight jeans or a Speedo, revealing the shape of my cock. I was always inviting a feel or a grab. I loved their cocks too. But the mystery of a woman and her pussy was arousing and yet intimidating. I knew what males I could ultimately be sexual with, or even simply hint my desires. But girls or more urgently mature women seemed different. If I acted in the same manner they might run or scream. So now with Helen offering herself to me, I found it strange that I was shy and hesitant.

“Show me that lovely cock G……I wanna see it,” She said, almost demanding it. I looked in her eyes and saw determination that I could not refuse. I opened my button and unzipped my shorts, feeling them sliding down my legs. Wearing no underwear as usual, I stood naked as I stepped out of them. “Ooooooooooh……..you have a very hard cock G……I’m gonna have fun with this……if you let me,” she said in a coy way. Dropping to her knees she licked up the shaft. Helen pulled down on the sack that held my balls as her mouth came over the top of my cock head swallowing it completely.

That Cuckold Thing…..A Little Reversal Thing

Cuck

 

Yeah that cuckold thing. I’m so tormented and conflicted over this. I really am. I began following a blog Confessions of a Crossdresser recently. I had met this lovely cross-dresser on another website, and have found him to be engaging and very open regarding his cuckold desires. As time went on and our discussions became more arousing. My dominant nature was stimulated by his submissiveness, but his desire to be cucked made me rush to open my pants and stroke my cock envisioning the passion and sexuality of what churned with in him.

A bit later I searched out other cockold blogs. Among them was Cuckolding Nathan, and Ladiesontop by Lady A. I was excited to read them, checking in daily to see if there was another post or entry. My compulsion to read and understand, was beginning to make me think about myself, my past, and of course my future.

I confess, I’m a addicted to masturbation. I love the D/s dynamic. I love strong submissive women and submissive fem boys. The cuck scenario has always intrigued me on many levels. I have always loved seeing or reading about cuckold’s. I loved watching the videos of males watching their spouses with other men, bull’s fucking them. I loved seeing her laying on her back or on all fours, taking his hard cock in her pussy as she sucked another. I loved hearing her moan as her hubby sat in the corner stroking his pitifully small cock. I loved the power exchange, the submissive nature, and arousal in her and her husband.

I remember when I was married to my first wife. I was young and very sexually open minded, even then. My wife knew my cock was always in need of a sucking or fucking and I fancied many of her married girl friends. She also knew they had older spouses who no longer had the desire to please their wives, or could satisfy them if they wanted to. Many were simply sluts who wanted to experiment with a strange cock.

Our foreplay include conversation and stories of what we did in our past before we met, and what would be exciting and arousing now, pushing limits, especially hers. If I shared I wanted to play outside our marriage, she would become jealous, it aroused her to a place where she might do almost anything. I was never turned on by her taking another cock by her own decision, but I had shared her with some guys I knew in the beginning of our relationship, so I knew my emotional limits and how I might react. Reflecting back, it was conflicted. As long as I maintained control and she did what I saw as mutually pleasurable for us, I had no regrets. But after we had more kids something changed in her. Diapers and feedings, laundry, cleaning, and cooking, my work schedule all changed us. I did more than most men. I was a Mr. Mom in many ways.

One night laying in bed my wife shared that P’s husband had a heart condition and had experienced issues with getting an erection. She said P was thinking of cheating on him, finding a regular lover to fill her needs. She looked at me and asked, “Don’t you think that’s interesting?” I nodded. I slipped my finger into her, probing deep for her g-spot as my thumb pressed on her clit. I whispered, “I think P would love my cock buried in her cunt…….is that want you want…..would that make you happy……seeing your loving husband fucking your girl friend because her hubby can’t……wouldn’t you be jealous?……or would you sit in the corner and watch with your fingers in your wet cunt?” As I rubbed her spongy G spot and pressed against her clit harder, she came, her cunt squirting as she moaned loudly through the house.

A few weeks later, P was over. After a cocktail the girls started talking about sex, P said it had been a while since she had any good sex. My wife said that she had been getting some awesome fucking from me lately, winking at me. P said, “I’m was jealous…..if I had a man like you….I’d be sucking your cock the minute you walked through the door.” I saw my wife fidget in her chair, crossing and crossing her legs, squeezing her thighs together. I was always attracted to P. Being 15 years my senior, she was a mature woman. She was fun, reckless, and still very much a little girl.

I had been with one of my wife’s other girl friends in the past. It was her best friend from childhood and it had been arranged we would have a threesome the next time she was in town. My wife saw me plunge my cock into her, hear her moan and say….”Oh God….fuck me…..fuck me harder….deeper….fuck me like the slut I am.” It was a mass of three bodies touching, sucking, and caressing each other; it was not me taking her friend as she simply watched or heard about it from me later. No, this thing with P was going to be different.

My thoughts were all over the the place. I was friends with her husband. Not best friends, not simply acquaintances either. We hung out and did things together with our kids. Would I be able to look him in the eye after I fucked his wife? I loved the way P appeared, mature, pretty, and well put together. Her breasts were bigger than my wife’s and she always dressed to show them off. Once I had a peek at one of her nipples, I hungered to suckle her breast ever since that day. In spite of the conflicts with her husband, I knew I was going to fuck P. I just hadn’t determined when and under what scenario. I needed my wife’s involvement out of the equation, even though her initial reactions and suggestive comments seemed to instigate all of this. I know she wanted me to fuck P, and she wanted to watch from afar. She wanted to hear us, smell the sex, and sit in a corner and masturbate. I wanted to see that look in her eyes, I wanted to see her chest rise and fall later when I would tell her how wet P was, how sexually hungry she was for me. I wanted her to see us kiss, right in front of her. I loved sensing how wet her panties would be with just the anticipation of me pounding my cock into P’s cunt.

I had taken the kids to my folks house and we were free for the night and half of the next day. My wife asked what I wanted to do and my thoughts went to fucking P. I told her I was going stop in and see P’s husband for a few, maybe pick up a few movies at the video store and head home. She looked at me with a questioning stare and nodded.

I knew P’s hubby was bowling, and P would be alone. When I got there P had a huge smile on her face. I asked her, “What?” P’s eyes were sparkling when she asked, “Are you gonna fuck me?” I wasn’t shocked by her question, I knew P very well and she was always a horny girl, but I think she knew what was happening, maybe more than I did. “You wanna come over and watch some movies with us?” I asked. She smiled and said, “lets go.”

We drove in silence until we got to the video store, I watching as she fussed with the hem on her sun dress. Just as I parked she raised her dress and said, “I”m so wet…..fuck…..I want you so bad.” I winked at her and closed the door. Her panties had a wet spot. My head was reeling and my cock was pulsing. The anticipation of “cheating” and doing it in front of my wife was making me crazy. Knowing P was horny and wanton, made it all the more arousing.

Returning to the car, I looked at her and said, “Gimme your panties.” I couldn’t wait to see her mound. I watched as she pulled her panties down, she parted her thighs and then looked at me she handed them to me. I love the scent of a woman, bringing them to my face I inhaled. P blushed. I leaned over and kissed her softly, “Thank you,” I said.

When we arrived home my wife had made some popcorn and was waiting for me in her cute baby doll nightie, she was surprised when I walked in with P. “Hey Babe, I brought P with…..her hubby was out and she wanted some company,” I said to my wife. I flipped P’s wet panties on the couch and walked over to kiss my wife. I walked over to P who was still standing and lifted her sun dress, and said, “Hun….P isn’t wearing any panties.”

I could tell my wife was kinda pissed and yet excited, not knowing which direction to allow her emotions to take her. I knew the more she resisted, the harder I would push her. Walking behind P, I reached around and lifted her dress, exposing her mound. I heard her moan, and I heard my wife gasp. I loved the tension, my wife and I, my wife and P, and the sexual desire between P and myself. I was so aroused.

My wife just sat on the couch, her legs together and pulled up under her. I could see her nipples through her baby doll, and they were hard. P’s were hard too, as I raked my finger across them, pinching and pulling. I could slowly see my wife getting into the sexual scene playing out before her. It was in her eyes.

Turning P around, kissing her full on the lips in a long lingering wet kiss, completely unconscious of my wife’s presence I pushed the shoulder straps of P’s sun dress off her shoulders watching it fall to the floor. P was naked. Her breast hung slightly, and the slight curve to her belly only made me want her even more. She was a hot mature cock whore, and I was going to treat her as one. As to my wife, she could watch. Dropping to her knees she took my cock out and kissing the pre cum away before she stood and kissed me again. P looked over to my wife and said, “I”m gonna fuck your man.” We both took in what my wife was doing, her hand was in her panties and she was rubbing her clit. She nodded as she laid her head back, not saying a word, just moaning quietly, more of a desperate whimper.

I had planned on laying P down next to my wife, fucking her and showing my wife all of it, everything. I thought why? Why should I share this precious momenet with her. If she wants to watch, she would have to make the effort. I wanted P naked in our bed, wetting the sheets with our arousal, the bed that my wife and I share, P’s scent washing the bed where my wife’s sleeps.

Confusing Feelings

Submission......image by Gerome.
Submission……image by Gerome.

Her Name was Helen. She was the older lady I met at the book store. She was 52 years young. My mother was 41 years old.

Helen told me……….“I was once with a man who was……..how do I say this?……he was very Dominant…..he was loving but he was very sexual…..he demanded things from me that I had never done……I was embarrassed to do the things he asked of me…..but I did them…..he pushed me and instead of making me weaker…..he made me stronger.”

Helen looked at me for a bit and said……”This could be you……this is you.”

My understanding of this was becoming less confusing, but the pulling between where I had been and where I was leaning, was like bouncing off padded walls. It seemed my mind was screaming……”Please…..Please”….. and my body was electric with arousal. My cock was hard, swollen and throbbing as Helen spoke to me. I needed her to shut up. I needed something and I didn’t exactly know which way to turn, I only knew I needed release. There way an emptiness, coupled with a stronger urge to do something.  In the past when I would feel like this, frustrated and incapable of putting into words my thoughts, I would masturbate. Or, I would go to Sir’s house and submit to his desires. Without so much as a fleeting thought, “that” was not an option that crossed my mind . I was at the end of my rope. I felt as much as she was telling me to reach down and address my Dominant desires and energy, she was leading me. I was still being lead by a metaphoric collar and leash. I was beginning to hate that feeling.

It was too much to absorb. I looked at Helen and said, “I need to go.”

Rene was my best friend. He was my age, we had been sexual partners for as long as our cock’s got hard. When I got home I went next door to see him. He was home and alone. Rene hadn’t seen me in a while and Asked, “Where you been stranger?” We went and sat on his bed. “I don’t know, with Helen……that older lady,” I told him. He could sense I was troubled. “You been with Sir?” he asked. I shook my head. “Why not?” he quickly asked. I shrugged my shoulders, “I been into her……she makes me feel so different,” I replied as I laid back on his bed.

Rene was sitting aside me in his tight spandex shorts. He wore those even though he wasn’t a runner. He didn’t have a shirt on either, so his smooth hairless chest and hard little nipples were right there, teasing me. He curled up next to me and asked, “Has she replaced me?” he said, biting his lower lip. I saw an opportunity to tease him, something I never missed if I had the chance. “You’re such a sissy Rene…….look at you…..no top…..those slutty tight shorts…..and your clitty……are you wet?” I asked trying to humiliate him a little. I knew he loved it, it always made him wanna do anything I wanted.

I sat there for a minute and thought about what I just said, and how it made me feel. The more I teased him and humiliated him, the more willing he was to do anything I asked. Maybe I am that guy that Helen was talking about. With Rene it felt so natural, it was who he and I were for as long as I could remember. “The little sissy want to suck his Master’s cock……..I can tell?” I said, as I pondered why I referred to myself as his Master, I never used that word before. Rene looked at me with blushed cheeks as he opened my pants, not saying a word. He looked at me quickly as he lowered his lips and began kissing and licking the shaft of my cock. Then in one swoop he devoured me. I felt the head of my penis hit the back of his throat as he began bobbing up and down. I simply laid back and enjoyed his service to his “Master.”

I was close, so close. I needed to cum, but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted more from him. I wanted so bad to make him beg me to cum. He had done that a few times and now I needed it more than ever. “Stop…..Stop Rene…….look at me……you’re such a good cock sucker……I want you up on all fours…..and take those ridiculous shorts off,” I demanded. I really loved him in those shorts. I could see his cock outlined so perfectly. When he was dripping pre cum there was always a wet spot. But I didn’t want him to know it. They made me a little vulnerable, but that was something else I didn’t want him to recognize either.

Rene slipped his shorts off. His cock was hard and so aroused, the head a pale purple instead of it’s usual lighter pink. He went to stoke it and I said, “No…..no touching,”. I heard him sigh. Up on all fours he looked so feminine, with the exception of his shaved balls. Reaching out I grabbed his cock and pulled it towards me, “Now close your thighs and keep em’ tight.” His cock and balls were so cute and sexy, the thought of leaning in and taking each ball, one at a time in my mouth washed over me. Temptation, has not my best friend. I Slapped his ass hard to shake him and I back to reality. I heard him moan in his soft seductive way, begging for more. I swatted him again and then again, as his cock and balls twitched and bobbed. He was so incredibly sexy. My cock was the only cock to have ever cum in his hole and feel it clench. He was so tight, I needed lube. “Fuck it…..I’m taking you raw, I whispered. He moaned and said, “No……no….the head is gonna hurt.”

I agreed and stuck my finger into him. He moaned. Pulling out and pushing it back in all the way, in and out as I grabbed his cock. I began a thrusting my finger in and out as I stroking and squeezed his cock. Pre cum was dripping from the head as I milked him. I was rubbing against his spot, his prostate. His hard penis would be draining cum soon as he begged , “Please let me cum……Please!” I said nothing. I stopped stroking him, teasing him and he begged me again, “Please let me cum……Please!……Please.”

I wanted to see him cum, I wanted to feel his warm arousal wet my hand. I wanted so bad to take his cock and taste him. Then as I grabbed and squeezed him, I felt is cock pulse, and then release. My hand was drenched. I licked a bit off and wiped the rest on his pink hole. Grabbing his hip with one hand, I aimed my cock to where I would squirt my own cum and pushing into him. He tightened around me, his ass clenching as I pushed deeper. His pink little hole was stretched as I pulled out a bit and then back. A few more thrusts into him and my seed flooded his boy pussy. I had taken him. I had claimed him. Why didn’t I see it that way before.