Jennifer Aniston tits and nipples

Followers of the spectacularMy Followers and Fans

Good day, all of my followers and fans. You know how much I love and appreciate you.

I discovered something interesting a little while ago. I was updating my two websites, and maggicalexpressions when I uncovered a fact. On my main website, I have approximately 13,500 followers, and on my art gallery site, I have over 15,000 followers. WTF? I didn’t know this.

FollowersWhen I reviewed the numbers and sources, I realized that there was some overlap. Apparently, some of you out there followed me multiple times. That’s okay too. It’s your choice, and I accept that. I also discovered that some of my followers were either bots or collectors. By collectors, I mean that they followed me in the hopes that I would follow back, giving them boasting rights over their follower counts. I don’t play that game, but for those that do, have fun.

Jennifer Aniston tits and nipplesJennifer Aniston

What I am thankful for is that you thought enough of my work that you decided to follow me, that is, really follow me. I did some more research and discovered that my recent blog on ‘Nipples and Tits’ generated a significant increase in traffic to my site. I can’t say I’m surprised as I thought it might. It surprised me that with a pic of Jennifer Aniston, people stopped by my site and spent a minute or two learning more about me.

The traffic to my site jumped. Granted a lot of people were just looking for news or images related to Jennifer. There was a day that I did too. Should I be surprised that after all this time, she is still that popular? In a way I am. Part of me wants to exploit that interest, but when I reflect, I’m not that kind of guy. Yes, she’s public celebrity, but geez, she deserves her privacy as well. I’m going to try hard not to exploit her or anyone like her, at least not without their explicit permission.

I discovered all this by merely uploading new artwork I’ve been dabbling in as I reset my mind to start writing the third book in the Consortium series. Yes, my followers and fans, there will be at least one, maybe more in Avril’s stories.


I’ve just finished uploading some of my latest artwork to my online gallery. maggicalExpressions

Mermaid Below
Mermaid Below, 11×13 graphite on 90# drawing paper

They’re all drawings of various types. A couple of them I am quite proud of. A couple more didn’t come out all that well but hey, so what? I sat down and drew them as a way to reinvigorate my creative juices and write.

They are all nudes, reinforcing my opinion I wrote about in my last blog. I am a tits and nipples man. I don’t know what it is about me, I am drawn to them. So I create compositions featuring their lovely assets.

Most of them are done in graphite on 110# Canson. I drew a couple more in charcoal. These are either unfinished or in need of a fixative to protect them. I’ll upload them when they’re ready. I hope you like them.

Let me know. Write and send me your constructive comments.


Tits and Nipples

Tits and nipples

Tits and Nipples

For as long as I can remember, tits and nipples fascinate me. I even have memories of admiring well-endowed chests on women of all ages before I hit puberty. I didn’t quite understand it then. As I grew older and retrospected my earlier life, I realized I didn’t know what others knew about me. Through and through, I am a boob man.Boobman

I always considered myself as a leg man, enjoying a well-trimmed ankle sitting on top of a tall pair of stilettos. I still do.

Looking back I realized that I really am a boob man, enjoying tits and nipples whenever I can. Which is why, I suppose, I started reading Playboy and a host of other magazines to satisfy my fix for tits and nipples. Let me tell you, the real thing is far, far better. I’m sure you will agree.

Helping avoid eye contactI am cautious and shy about my admiration of a well-endowed chest. For all of my life, I took great care not to be overt about my passion, but never so much as when I was a very young adult. First, a little background. I went to school at an all-boys school. So I didn’t learn early on how to talk to girls, especially those I was interested in. When I entered the job market, I started meeting girls. I didn’t know what to do.


Tits and nipplesI can remember this one time when I was a stock boy, and there was this girl who worked as a clerk, greeting customers and assisting the sales personnel. Oh yes, I was interested. I was so shy and self-conscious that I couldn’t bring myself to engage in a conversation that would lead to a first date. What I do remember is that I was fascinated with her filled out chest. One slow night, we were in the stock room, and I worked up the courage to talk to her as an interested guy.

I was so stupid in those days. As I stumbled over my words, a growing need to know kept rising to the front of my mind. “Was she, or wasn’t she, wearing a bra that night?” You see, she was wearing a tank-top and I could see the outlines of her protruding nipples through the fabric of her top.

Never before had I seen someone wearing a bra while her nipples poked through her top. Yet, she had the perkiest tits and nipples I had ever seen. I was fascinated. I just didn’t know, and I had to know. Eventually, I worked up the courage and blurted out my question. She laughed and smiled and affirmed that she was wearing one. I, on the other hand, got all red-faced with embarrassment and nodded before returning to my duties.


Jennifer Aniston

I was mortified that I had breached some sort of social protocol. Yep, mama taught me right. Respect my elders and the fairer sex. I still do today, but I can’t help but admire a set of tits and nipples that turn my head.

I’ve gotten good at scanning them without making it apparent. I do not want to offend the woman in my appreciation of their ladies. I assumed, rightly or not, that my reverence for their boobs would likely annoy them. I’ve come to a conclusion, that in this vast world, everyone views these furtive looks may actually be welcome.

The trouble is, how to tell when they would welcome the attention and when they don’t. I still don’t know the answer to that question. Does anyone? If you do, would you care to share?

Guys, please remember to respect the ladies. And ladies, please let us know you appreciate our admiration.

What Makes One Happy?

2017 Chevrolet Camaro

What Makes One Happy?

Miss MollyI don’t know about you, but I can tell you about me. First off, I group my happiness into two categories, short-term and long-term.

My latest bit of short-term happiness comes from my car. It is a 2017 Camaro 2LT/RS with a few other goodies to go with it. She wears a Hyper Blue Metallic dress over a hot leather interior. Yes, that’s her in the picture. Beautiful, isn’t she?

I named it Miss Molly after the song ‘Devil with a Blue Dress On’ covered by Mitch Ryder & the Detroit Wheels. With six on the floor and on-the-fly modifiable performance modes, she’s a dream to drive and lots of fun to ride.

Devil In Blue DressBTW, I’ve named all my cars over the years with female names, the previous being ‘Alice,’ (nod to Elton John’s ‘All the Girls Love Alice’) a 2014 red Camaro built with similar accoutrements. Over the years, I have had or driven several Camaros and I first fell in love with the car when I bought my very first one. It was a 1974 antique white Camaro Type LT with all the trimmings, including a spoiler, and a dark saddle tan interior. I paid $5,204 for it brand new, right off the showroom floor. Too bad they still don’t go for that kind of money. Her name was Valerie and I’m not going to tell you why, though I bet you can guess why.

As for Miss Molly, I love sliding into her and giving her a ride.

However, I am most interested in writing about what makes me happy in the long-term. In no particular order, they are:

  1. Alone time for painting, drawing, and writing.
  2. Naked female bodies, or as I otherwise say, lover of the female form.
  3. An extraordinary woman to share our combined interests.

Fortunately, I am at a stage in my life where I enjoy all three, which I suppose makes me elated and lucky. I feel that I am, but why do I always want more?

Let’s start with number two in the list. I first learned of my fascination with girls and their bodies back in seventh grade. That would make me about eleven at the time. It was completely unknown to me, but I now know that it was at this stage in my life where I started changing my attitudes towards girls. Of course, at that time, I didn’t understand it. A year later in eighth grade, our teacher arranged our classroom desks in a circle. A girl (Theresa), who sat across from me, would sit with her knees spread wide so that I could see right up under her dress and study the panties covering her privates. I was fascinated, yet young and very, very stupid. Thankfully, I never made a move back then. I think it was also the year that I discovered my father’s stash of nudie’s in the basement where my mother would never find them. From that moment on, I was hooked.

A year later, as a freshman in high-school, and still underage, I perused the magazine stands, trying to work up the courage to buy my first Playboy magazine. I stood there for over an hour before the proprietor of the place asked me “Well, are you going to buy something?” I chickened out and instead, bought my first book on how to sketch the human female body. This was just as good I thought and used it more to master the art of masturbation than to study and learn to draw them. Of course, by this time, I had been practicing masturbation for over two years, but now I had something in hand (forgive the pun) to refine the art. Even to this day, I frequently enjoy it. Perhaps that is why my urologist tells me that I have a perfect prostate. Does daily practice really make perfect in this case?

As the time inevitably drove on, I found myself hooked on studying a woman’s body. I amassed quite a collection of ‘girlie’ magazines, preferring the more tasteful ones over the increasing market of tasteless ones. With the advent of the internet and the freely accessible store of images, I eventually dropped all my subscriptions, which I presume many other men did as well, which in turn started the slide of the modern paper-based ‘girlie’ magazine.

Female FormMy love of a woman’s body has never once wavered in the decades since. In fact, it’s only grown. No matter what the shape, style, or wrappings, I love them all. I have my favorites of course and I absolutely hate the basketballs that some women insert into their bodies. I like them real, natural, and responsive. I even started reading medical textbooks and other similar books meant to instruct rather than titillate. I learned a lot about the female body and how it works. Even to this day, I strive to learn more about them. I want to find out how they work, inside and out.

As a result, I discovered the mechanics involved with foreplay, the female orgasm, and the after care. Over the years, I practiced with various partners and when I wasn’t in a committed relationship, with several at a time. They taught and I learned. Each taught me more than any book learning could ever have, though I do feel that the books helped make for an easier experience in and out of bed.

Still, I find myself unsatiated. My fascination with a woman’s naked body grows exponentially. I want more and I want to continue studying and practicing the art. And, this is very important, I know with whom I want to share this fascination and experience the joys that come with exploring the human body.

That would be, of course, the love of my life, my girlfriend and life-partner. No, they’re not three different girls, they’re all the same girl, all wrapped up in one fabulous package. I don’t believe I can handle more than one at a time. Too exhausting as she would say. We’ve been together for thirteen years this coming May. I have learned a lot about how her mind and body works. Although … I know that I don’t know it all. I know I am missing much that I cannot learn by reading books, looking at porn, or studying medical manuals. I desire and intend to rectify that with lots of practice. Perhaps within the next thirteen years, I will become satisfied.

However, to tell you the truth, I hope I do not. I have always had an insatiable desire to learn and grow. I don’t know what I would do with myself if I lose that desire. I will always want to learn more about what makes her tick. It’s a real shame that I am growing older, and my body doesn’t work as it once did in my teens and early twenties. If only I knew then what I know now, how much more would I be able to learn? And oh, how I would practice. Afterall, doesn’t practice makes perfect?

Next time, I will expound upon my need for drawing, painting, and writing. Lastly, I will write about my need to share life and experiences with an extraordinary woman.

In the meantime, have a great day and a better tomorrow, perhaps in bed with your favorite partner(s).