It has long been a desire of mine to share sexy thoughts, exploits, images, and other interesting tidbits if there existed a group of kindred spirits that would read and share thoughts and exchange. I have been a sexual hermit, and I want some friend to play with now. I fantasize about some sort of digital sexual salon where I could bare my naked soul along the all those naked body images I have posted. My sensual life experiences are fairly interesting, and it is a turn- on to write about them, and read about yours.

My sensual life experiences are fairly interesting, having been sexualized in a very positive manner at a very young age (with my full consent and desire). It was not my intention to discuss my sexy teen age years in this experimental blog, but rather the videos I have been posting as my new form of sensual expression. I think they are rather unique, and sexy, if I may say.

PLEASE tell me what you think of the videos if you are reading this.

Try out "Tantric Enveopment" for starters.

If I am going to go with my spontaneous artful sexual impulse of the moment, I will follow this trail of sharing my sexual coming of age, which I have not actually full ever disclosed completely to one person, not that I will here. Clearly, if I was not raised in the neighborhood I was, I would never have ended up at NN...well maybe, but probably not.

I was gifted with both genetic proportion and cultural timing, and a community that supported sexual exploration, although it has been a burden at times. There was a moment in time in the 70's when our upper-middle class small private neighborhood I grew up in became a swingers secret. It turns out all our friends parents were fucking each other, although only I knew. I was the oldest kid in the neighborhood by 3 years. I had senior privilege. My mom belly danced for the men as I watched in the corner with an 12 year old adult-sized hard on I didn't want and couldn't explain at the time.

I came of age in private upper class neighborhood in in North Dallas in the 1970’s that was, by chance, became a swingers enclave for our parents, as I watched in awe as a teenager. My sexuality was encouraged for a very young age, and sexual expression part of our lifestyle. The 70’s came in and end and the party ended. My parents and most our friends got divorced, and everyone moved away. However, my teenage years were the years when the party raged and I was drawn in early. Sexuality is in my DNA, Nurture and Nature. It was not until I was 40 and living in New England, that I was ready to stop enjoying my single sexy life.

It was then met a beautiful and brilliant doctor and we married, brought a farm and had 2 little, not planned on, girls right away. Our sex was always amazing. Very hot, very sexy, very hard, however, after the girls were born, it never returned. I struggled. I tried. I made it my fault. I made excuses for her. My wife was not interested in sex for the last 7 years of our time together. Although I tried nightly, we did not have sex for the last 5 years and only a few times in the years before that. When we did have sex, she initiated it, got on top and fucked me until she came hard, once, then rolled off and would go to sleep. This is no exaggeration. Not until years later did I come to understand it was actually sexual abuse I was being subjected to. The struggle back to normalcy has been long, but is close at hand.

Mrs. Mapes was almost 6 feet tall with 38" legs, short hair, and missile breasts. I had never considered her attractive, not yet understanding the masculine-feminine aesthetic in the curvy ultra fem 1970's. I had danced with her a lot. Our parents were best friends. It turned out that my mom and her husband fucked a lot. This time when she asked me to dance it was different. The wine made me loose and in a flash I realized that there was some energy between us that I had not expected. The feelings that were saved for the bathroom and Ms. October were blooming here. I do not know if her suggestive dancing came first or my awareness of it.

I do not know if she meant to be sexual or I just tuned in that it ALL was sexual. Regardless, where she knew it or not, as I danced with her I started a fantasy of seeing her naked, tall with a blond bush, standing over me at her pool, telling me to lick her pussy, exactly as she wanted. I knew nothing of woman dominance, and this sprung straight from my head. As I danced with her, I dreamed of her teaching me how to fuck. As I looked at her I noticed she was moving with me. We were no longer just dancing together, we were dancing as one. This was my first feeling of this, and it felt good.

I started to move more like I moved in the bathroom and Mrs. Mapes was right with me. Her eyes changed, and she looked at me in a way she never had before, all with this sly smile. "You are a good dancer." she whispered to me. Why she whispered it to me instead of just said aloud, I did not understand, yet, The whisper inspired me and I danced my sexy best, closing my eyes thinking about her riding me cowboy style. My heart pounded. I opened my eyes and she was right there, over me, her hard nipples pointing right at me through her thin white top, smiling, her eyes dark in a way I had not seen before.

I was only 10 when I started sneaking my dad’s Playboys and Penthouses out from under his bed and into my closet. When I was 11 my mom found them, and instead of being mad, she told me to go through them and keep the one that I liked the most and to return the rest. She then asked me to show her the models that I liked the most and tell her why, taking my time to tell her. Strangely, it wasn't weird at all. She was very matter of fact. I believe she was interested in what turned me on, but it also it may me articulate what it was exactly was I liked. Studying EXACTLY what turned me on was a Masters education on being a lover when I was 11. It also flicked a switch in me.

Dear A,

Your comments to my photos have me totally worked up, again. Yummmm. Thank you for your attention and all those sexy comment to my photos. Knowing that you are looking at me nude, and enjoying what you see, is such a complete turn on. I am looking at your photos now and imagining us together. I am naked and aroused by your interest in me. It no longer comes as a surprise. We are in the photo of you overlooking the view from the balcony. I come up from behind you. I am naked also. My hands reach for your shoulders, and squeeze, then start to slowly rub. Your skin tingles me fingers, and the energy buzzes my hands. You arch your lovely back as I bend down and kiss your back lightly, then run my hands down your back, then back up, slowly, in a sensual massage manner. Your slow deliberate movements reveal your attention to my attention, which I move down to your lower back, your hips, your ass, which I squeeze, before sliding my hands back up your back, but this time pressing my thick hard cock against your beautiful round ass. You shift and move to accept my boldness, it seems we have been here before. I drop to my knees, sliding my hands down the side of your taut body, slowly. My lips move to the inside of your knees, and you adjust for me, widening your stance, as I lick my way up your legs.My hands massage you ass, as I lick my way up toward your secret zones. My tongue knows what it wants, now, although I really want to go slower. You adjust again, accepting my tongues advances. You moan deeply in approval as I trace your private zones from behind. Teasing, darting, circling, as my hands fuck your hips. Our excitement builds, as you enjoy my exploration, soaring us both, you, but I want it all. Reaching around, I carefully touch, then stroke, the fullness of your huge beautiful cock...

It is known that the universe is built on a binary structural system.

The best we can do, universally, is to always choose "Yes".

Where is the love?
Where is the compassion?
Where is the courage in go within?
Where is the reality of One?

Greetings my fellow sexy voyeurs,

This is my first blogging in many, many years. I have been on and off NN for 10 years, from the very beginning. In the past I have posted artful fantasies, poems, sexy stories, and other misc …stuff. I am not sure why I have returned; perhaps I have some things to get off my chest. Many veteran NNers know me from my years on and off here. Many do not understand why I have come and gone as so many different nicknames over the years. Most have included the word ART or PASSION in some form. The fact that Passion_n_Cream is the name now is actually rather random. My ex wife did not approve of NN at all, and I would come and go on NN as my desire to please her ebb and flowed. Now I am free to do as I please, and here I am.

I have loved and hated NN over the years. It has served as my salvation and my addiction. It allowed me to express a huge part of my spirit that was otherwise squelched, my sexuality. I start this blog to share in a stream-of-conscience manner some of my thoughts and experiences to an open minded and loving NN community.

I came of age in private upper class neighborhood in in North Dallas in the 1970’s that was, by chance, became a swingers enclave for our parents, as I watched in awe as a teenager. My sexuality was encouraged for a very young age, and sexual expression part of our lifestyle. The 70’s came in and end and the party ended. My parents and most our friends got divorced, and everyone moved away. However, my teenage years were the years when the party raged and I was drawn in early. Sexuality is in my DNA, Nurture and Nature.

It was not until I was 40 and living in New England, that I was ready to stop enjoying my single sexy life. I met a beautiful and brilliant doctor and we married, brought a farm and had 2 little, not planned on, girls right away. Our sex was always amazing. Very hot, very sexy, very hard, however, after the girls were born, it never returned. I struggled. I tried. I made it my fault. I made excuses for her. My wife was not interested in sex for the last 7 years of our time together. Although I tried nightly, we did not have sex for the last 5 years and only a few times in the years before that. When we did have sex, she initiated it, got on top and fucked me until she came hard, once, then rolled off and would go to sleep. This is no exaggeration. Not until years later did I come to understand it was actually sexual abuse I was being subjected to.

The opportunities were abundant to find sexual expression elsewhere, my exes were calling me, but I did not cheat. I became a chronic masturbator, mostly fantasizing about fucking my wife the way we use to. But it was not enough; I have always masturbated a lot. It is in my DNA. I am a photographer, among other things, and started taking nude photos of myself as a matter of artistic and sexual expression, both which were sorely missing. To my amazement, they images looked great. I looked sexy in a way I did not know. My wife was only telling me how undesirable I was, but it wasn’t true. I was desirable. I know sexy, and I looked sexy. As first the photos were modest, then more and more revealing. I gained confidence, and it showed. At one point I decided to give her some of the photos as a present, to open her eyes back up to me. However, she found the photos before I could give them to her, she thought they were” self-porn” and never believed I was planning to give them to her.

A woman that worked for me for many years asked what was going on, why I looked so good. She was convinced I was having an affair. I told her I was photographing myself nude and it was kind of a sexy turn on, and creative buzz. She asked to see the photos, and I obliged. I showed her some classic black and white nudes, sans penis. She thought they were great, and asked where the rest were. I played dumb. “There must be some where you show your Willy. Show me those too.” When I sheepishly showed her photo shown here, her mouth feel open. “What?” I asked. “That is one the most sexual photos I have ever seen.” I tried to explain that I did not mean them to be sexual, but she did not buy in. “They are kind of like Mapplethorpe…but I gotta say…you have a beautiful cock.” Hearing her say the word “cock” was an instant turn-on for me. “Show me more.”


With my friend’s encouragement, I posted some photos on artistic nude on-line galleries, but that effort did not get the attention of artfully inclined females as I had hoped, it attracted a flood of gay men wanting to…share with me. One of those gay guys who actually managed to cyber seduce me (I actually found him hot, the only one ; ) ), told me about NN, and the rest is history as they say. NN was VERY different back then, however I will save that for future discussions. I did all my photographing in secret from my wife. My wife at the time did not approve of my nude self photos, and especially did not approve of me sharing them. When she found my NN open on my PC she threatened to leave me. I quit NN, for the first time, but I keep going back. It was a huge issue in our marriage, but it gave me sexual expression that my wife could not. NN has given me an opportunity to express my sexuality in a way that no other venue can, even if it is only for me.

It has long been a desire of mine to share sexy thoughts, exploits, images, and other interesting tidbits if there existed a group of kindred spirits that would read and share thoughts and exchange. I have been a sexual hermit, and I want some friend to play with now. I fantasize about some sort of digital sexual salon where I could bare my naked soul along the all those naked body images I have posted. My sensual life experiences are fairly interesting, and it is a turn- on to write about them, and read about yours.

Please let me know if this was of interest to you.

Gratitude and Blessings

Greetings my fellow sexy voyeurs,

It has long been a desire of mine to share sexy thoughts, exploits, images, and other interesting tidbits if there existed a group of kindred spirits that would read and share thoughts and exchange. I fantasize about some sort of digital sexual salon where I could bare my naked soul along the all those naked body images I have posted.

My sensual life experiences are fairly interesting, having been sexualized in a very positive manner at a very young age (with my full consent and desire). It was not my intention to discuss my sexy teen age years in this first ever, experimental, blog, but rather the videos I have been posting as my new form of sensual expression. I think they are rather unique, and sexy, if I may say.

PLEASE tell me what you think of them if you are reading this.
If I am going to go with my spontaneous artful sexual impulse of the moment, I will follow this trail of sharing my sexual coming of age, which I have not actually full ever disclosed completely to one person, not that I will here. Clearly, if I was not raised in the neighborhood I was, I would never have ended up at NN...well maybe, but probably not. Pleaselet me share a story. This is stream of conscience writing, no editing, no rewrites. Buckle you seat belt.

I was gifted with both genetic proportion and cultural timing, and a community that supported sexual exploration, although it has been a burden at times. There was a moment in time in the 70's when our upper-middle class small private neighborhood I grew up in became a swingers secret. It turns out all our friends parents were fucking each other, although only I knew. I was the oldest kid in the neighborhood by 3 years. I had senior privilege. My mom belly danced for the men as I watched in the corner with an 12 year old adult-sized hard on I didn't want and couldn't explain at the time.

I was only 10 when I started sneaking my dad’s Playboys and Penthouses out from under his bed and into my closet. When I was 11 my mom found them, and instead of being mad, she told me to go through them and keep the one that I liked the most and to return the rest. She then asked me to show her the models that I liked the most and tell her why, taking my time to tell her. Strangely, it wasn't weird at all. She was very matter of fact. I believe she was interested in what turned me on, but it also it may me articulate what it was exactly was I liked. Studying EXACTLY what turned me on was a Masters education on being a lover when I was 11. It also flicked a switch in me.

By the time I was 12 I was masturbating multiple times a day with my favorite centerfolds spread-out in front of me in the bath room. My mom let me have the time in the bathroom without hassle. I thought I was fooling her "reading" for all those hours. Ha. I also started playing music to cover the sound of me turning pages and the smacking of me jerking my oiled up cock. Eventually, I stated dancing as I played. I learned that if I wanted to play for a LONG time, I had to learn how not to cum quickly, and then learn to cum over and over. In hindsight, I was effectively encouraged to explore as much of my sexual self as I desired, while the backdrop of drinking, cleavage, sex references, Playboy, Penthouse, and the whole sexual revolution raged around me. I did not know it to be a revolution, just normal, and it shaped my attitude toward sexuality.

Another cup of tea, causing me to reflect do I wish to share this. What the hell. My mind swirls. The energy I discovered way back then rises in me as I reveal my past. Oh I see, the exhibitionist has evolved from photos, to videos, to videos with former lovers voices, to expose'. Wow, I have rambled without getting to the good stuff yet, but I promised I would not edit. I will try to make this more condense, however I must admit I am shaking as I type. This must be cathartic, so thank you for baring with me. I will skip ahead.

My mother was an amazing sexy dancer and totally beautiful. She had the first boob job in the neighborhood and loved to show them as much as possible, her brown long nipples seemingly everywhere. (Is that why I LOVE long dark nipples? Ha!) When she was in the groove, no one could not look at her. She was the primary sexual force of the group. When I was about 14 I clearly remember a woman at a party getting aroused watching my mom dance with 3 men, actually brushing her nipples for my mom when their eyes met. There was a big party every weekend at one of the houses. As the years when on, and pussies started to be flashed in my dad Penthouses, to my great joy, the wilder the parties also got. Some kids were allowed to, some not. Being the oldest kid in the neighborhood, and my moms son, I became a drink server at the adult parties, although there were rooms I could not go.

My dad's nickname at the parties, then beyond, was "Mule". I always thought it was because he was stubborn. When I had just turned 15, I was serving at a New Years Eve party. By now I was dancing regularly with the moms at the party. As the dad's snuck off and got high, I became the stand-in dance with guy. I was allowed to drink my mom's Chablis, and that night I got buzzed for the first time.

Mrs. Mapes was almost 6 feet tall with 38" legs, short hair, and missile breasts. I had never considered her attractive, not yet understanding the masculine-feminine aesthetic in the curvy ultra fem 1970's. I had danced with her a lot. Our parents were best friends. It turned out that my mom and her husband fucked a lot. This time when she asked me to dance it was different. The wine made me loose and in a flash I realized that there was some energy between us that I had not expected. The feelings that were saved for the bathroom and Ms. October were blooming here. I do not know if her suggestive dancing came first or my awareness of it.

I do not know if she meant to be sexual or I just tuned in that it ALL was sexual. Regardless, where she knew it or not, as I danced with her I started a fantasy of seeing her naked, tall with a blond bush, standing over me at her pool, telling me to lick her pussy, exactly as she wanted. I knew nothing of woman dominance, and this sprung straight from my head. As I danced with her, I dreamed of her teaching me how to fuck. As I looked at her I noticed she was moving with me. We were no longer just dancing together, we were dancing as one. This was my first feeling of this, and it felt good.

I started to move more like I moved in the bathroom and Mrs. Mapes was right with me. Her eyes changed, and she looked at me in a way she never had before, all with this sly smile. "You are a good dancer." she whispered to me. Why she whispered it to me instead of just said aloud, I did not understand, yet, The whisper inspired me and I danced my sexy best, closing my eyes thinking about her riding me cowboy style. My heart pounded. I opened my eyes and she was right there, over me, her hard nipples pointing right at my eyes through her white top, smiling.

It felt like some kind of initiation. I stepped back out and looked away out of nervousness, still dancing. When I looked back at her, her eyes were on my hips where they stayed for a while, she glanced up at me, smiled and raised an eyebrow, and looked back down as if wanting to follow her lead. I glanced down at myself, and noticed that full hard cock was totally visible in my tight faded jeans and no underwear.

Now at 15 I was skinny and 3 inches shorter then now, but my cock was mostly grown, making me look like a freak naked. I was horrified, totally remembering how prominent my cock was for her to see. I looked back up and she met my eyes with a very adult feel. "It's OK", she purred in my ear "I am flattered.” I stared in astonishment as I kept dancing and she added. “Let me offer you a secret from an experienced woman. You dance like your mother and are hung like your dad. Don’t ever be ashamed to show off what you got”.

And here we are…