Do you remember your first erotic fantasy encounter with nude women?

  Feel free to take a moment and try to recall.

   My first erotic fantasy concerning nude women occured when I was five years old. Yes, I admit that is a very young age for a boy to be filling his little head with scenarios populated with naked female bodies. However, all these fictitious women weren't exactly nude at first, for I had never seen a single women with her clothes off. Hello? I was five years old! I did have an active imagination, thus filling in the blanks as I went along.

   It began with the lingerie models in a 1976 JC Penny catalog. Why I began looking at them, I don't know - but I can honestly say I was fascinated with their beautiful shapely figures. The more I looked, the more the fantasy built up in my mind that these women enjoyed having their scantily clad bodies looked upon. It was empowering to these ladies.

   It gave them power.

   And before I knew it, these almost naked models in lingerie were compelling me to take my clothes off. Are you familiar with Hypnosis? I was spellbound. Mesmerized. Resistance was futile.

   To make a long story short, I was standing there at a table before this catalog opened to its lingerie section and my pants and underwear were down around my ankles. That's when my mother walked in, interrupting the fantasy. She put the catalog away, then dressed me. That was that. I was never scolded or punished for my actions.

   As a matter of fact, life went on as if it had never happened.

   However, I was changed forever. Ever since then, my thoughts have been consumed with visions of young women stripping off their clothes and being nude in my presence.

   A few years later, these fantasies of nude young women began to evolve into reality.

   My family moved to another house out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by cornfields and beanfields and a farmstead here and there. Our nearest neighbor was half a mile away west and north, less than this if you walked straight there through the fields.

   There were two boys with a little younger sister at this farmhouse that my brother and I became friends with. Unlike most households, their home was littered with PLAYBOY magazines out in open view. Hundreds of them.

   Like I said, my fantasies had become reality . . . . . just not in the actual sense you might have envisioned.

   I spent a lot of time at the neighbor's house over the next ten years, just kicked back in a recliner soaking in all the photographs of beautiful naked ladies in these magazines. Though sometimes wearing lingerie, their boobs were actually spilling out over the tops of their frilly bustiers. Very little was hidden and contained.

   I used to consider myself lucky, having been blessed with an image of a brunette from a JC Penney catalog modeling a revealing pair of sheer white panties. You could see her dark pubic hair through the white lace fabric. It was quite the thrill, yet there was plenty enough left to the imagination. Mind you, this was back in the days when the catalog photos were never airbrushed, nor had to be because the photographers were simply very careful to avoid showcasing bush or nipples.

   Anyhoo, back to the neighboring farmhouse.

   I had struck the motherlode. There were enough PLAYBOYs to captivate my attention for years to come. Aside from this, there were also several centerfolds hanging up in a tool shed on the property. You walked in the door of this wooden shack and were immediately greeted with bushy crotches and voluptuous breasts.

   You have to undertsand that this was a HUGE deal to me. Afterall, I was only seven years old.

   And if it wasn't enough to be literally surrounded by all the tits and ass that a boy could dream of, I was blessed with another gift.

   We often went swimming with the neighbor kids in a metal watering trough.

   One sunny afternoon of playing in the water, the farmer's wife brought us into the house to dry off. As I was sitting on the family room carpet towling my hair dry, she peeled the clinging wet swimsuit off her daughter right in front of me. There I was, face to face with this completely nude young girl and her hairless vagina.

   Again, may I remind you that I was only seven or eight years old at the time.

   The daughter was about six or seven. I was sort of petrified in a state of both shock and awe. Needless to say, that event helped fill in one more gap of my imagination that was previously lacking in finer detail. Up until then, I wasn't quite sure what existed between a pair of female thighs. Even back in the 1970's and 80's, the girls of PLAYBOY rarely if ever graced the reader with a close up view of a pussy. All you ever saw was ungroomed bush.

   Looking back upon my childhood, I regret never having asked that farmer's young daughter to take her clothes off and model for me. I missed out on a great opportunity, because she would have certainly obliged without any hesitation.

   She grew up in a household where nudity was not considered taboo. There were days when I sat in the recliner thumbing through magazines that this girl voluntarily scrounged up for me, issues I had yet to peruse from various corners and closets of the house. She delivered these to my very lap. She knew what I was interested in. She gave me what I wanted to see.

   Supply and demand of the actual product was not a problem.

   The problem was, I was just a dumb kid.

   I never thought to ask, not when she turned eight or ten or twelve . . . . . Why the hell didn't I ask her if she would take her clothes off and parade her budding charms around the family room of that old farmhouse for my own personal gratification?

   And because of my ignorance of the gift that was bestowed upon me, I never saw another living, breathing girl naked until I was age seventeen.

   I spent many hours in my bedroom late at night, sketching pencil drawings of nude women. My father had a box of PLAYBOYs he inherited from a co-worker. These were kept in my parent's bedroom closet, which I raided on a weekly basis when no one was the wiser.

   Unlike the neighbor's house, our home was less liberal. And when you get into the habit of sneaking around and keeping secrets, you tend to develop the idea in your mind that there is something inherently wrong with your interests. On the one hand, I had created a nice hobby for myself that kept me busy and out of trouble. On the other hand, I felt as if I was behaving innapropriately without a clue as to why other than the brewing notion that I was a shallow individual for attributing value to physical appearences.

   When I was fifteen years old, I began to challenge the growing notion that I was this bad person due to the fascination with naked ladies. As a sophomore in high school, I threw caution to the wind by handing in two of my nude sketches in as homework for an assignment in Art Class. To make the experience even more terrifying, the teacher was a prim and proper woman in her seventies.

   I think I gave myself an ulcer over the course of the weekend just anticipating the reaction on her face come Monday morning, when she removed the pair of sketches from the folder to grade.

   At the end of Art Class on Monday, this teacher asked me to remain in the room as the other students filed out the door. I was very close to having a stroke. Then she approached me with said folder of nude girlie sketches in hand, saying that even though they were good - the subject material would be inappropriate for display in the upcoming Art Class exhibit to be held in the gymnasium.

   Hell, I was just satisfied with not being expelled.

   I walked out of the classroom, opening up the folder. The first drawing was the typical pin-up pose - the model looking over her shoulder whilst hands were braced on the back of a chair, arching her ass up in the air with one high heeled foot off the floor. The second sketch depicted a woman running her hands through her long dark hair as she sat on a wooden crate with her legs wide open, revealing her fuzzy crotch.

   Both sketches were marked in red ink with an A+.

   The emotional high from this experience helped carry me through the next several years. I was no longer ashamed of my hobby, nor my interest. I even left unfinished sketches around my bedroom, which received a few critiques from my siblings, parents and even my brother's girlfriend. Few others ever saw my nude sketchings. Another art teacher, a few few fellow students and some friends - and a few girlfriends, one whom even modeled for a drawing.

   Now, despite all this, I rarely earned a passing grade in Art Class year after year - because I had little interest in drawing anything else that didn't engage me. Oh, every once in awhile I turned in some quality homework and scored high on tests. If not for this, I would have FAILED for four consecutive years. Oops, I meant to say three.

   However, when you are nine years old, sick in bed and doodling pictures of girls in swimsuits, underwear or nothing but their birthday suits - as a teenager, there is little feeling of accomplishment that comes with drawing a bowl of fruit.  So, I rarely did any of my assignments.

   And my mind was constantly wandering elsewhere, deep into fantasies of being an amateur photographer engineering portfolios for budding models . . . . . or handing out towels in the girl's locker room.

   Twenty-something years later, I'm a high school dropout who evolved into an adult webmaster. Even though some of my sketches are online for public consumption, I've hardly spent any of my time working from home drawing what I enjoy the most. I'm up to my eyeballs with photographic inspirations, but I haven't exactly made enough money over the course of the previous seven years to justify taking a few hours a day away from the computer and picking up a pencil.

   I choose to display on my network of websites images selected from an artistic perspective. First and foremost, I showcase photos I like and would even consider sketching, selected from websites I either am a member of or would purchase a membership to.

   I am not a big fan of websites where everything including the kitchen sink is thrown at you, like Sex Tube or Porn Tube or TGP sites or shitty so-called Artistic Nude Blogs blasting out your retinas with adveretisements for penis enhancement pills, sex toys, cam girls popping up on tiny screens blowing kisses your way, virtual stripper screensavers, etc. Like me, your'e here to look at beautiful women and all of their glorious nakedness without all these other annoyances and distractions.

   I deal very little in actual pornography, unless it is lesbian porn. I've never been a fan of the male human body. But, you put two naked girls together and I'm on Cloud Nine. For anyone of the female persuasion reading this, who doesn't comprehend a man's fascination with lesbian porn - it's all about seeing more than one naked woman. Helloooo? Mystery solved.

   I suppose all this might explain why I haven't exactly made money hand over fist in the online adult entertainment business, but there's more to that story than I care to get into with you at the present moment.

   I just want you to know that when you visit one of my websites, your entering the realm of Feminent Domain - .where the women you see truly run the show. Your fascination with the female figure may have led you here, but from this point onward - they are ultimately in control. Resistance is futile.

   Your only recourse is to give in and enjoy the view. Leave any notions at the door that you are a shallow, naughty, or bad person because this content interests you. Just accept that you desire freedom, the kind you feel when you yourself are naked in the privacy of your own home, walking near an open window during broad daylight.

   As free as the naked women you are now looking at.

   Clicking on any of the above photos will take you to a few websites I've created.

   If you came here in search of illegal child, underage, lolita or kiddie porn tubes, photos, videos and so forth . . . . . well, then you can just get the fuck out.