Undone

Hypnotic is your tango
Your open embraces and smouldering looks
I watch giddy and impassioned
longing for our eyes to meet
as your handsome striking figure
postures in Argentine splendour

Your bow tie, undone
Your shirt unbuttoned just enough
for a glimpse of your throat
long, lean and beckoning

Under a crisp white shirt
taut against your skin
your secret lies

Elegant is your androgyny
and I savour it, every delicious moment
as your trousered legs move
with exquisite grace and overt thrust

As you plunge and close your embrace
I fall deeper
under your spell
my tango temptress

How I long to be the one
whose lips are seared by yours
with volcanic heat
and lava tongue

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

The Wanting

The wanting was  fierce
but thrilling,
unchartered and unleashed
Lost in lustful wonder and fantasies
she waited

The wanting was torment

She delighted in its torrid hold 

as she reclined on the bed

imagining the moment when her body

would be satiated once more

Her back arched
Her breasts ached
Her nipples hardened
Her body trembled

She touched herself
craving the touch of another

She longed for the kind of intimacy
that only a lover
could offer

As the music penetrated
the core of her being
she sighed
a knowing smile on her face
in dreams her lover
held her tight this night

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

 

The Hunger (pt 2)

Both of them were overtaken by their raw hunger for one another. A potent union. His handsome hardness and her hot wetness. Their blatant wants and needs colliding in sensual delight.

Their bodies entwined, they moved together sinuously. Feverishly his tongue was replaced by his unrestrained hardness, which he slid over her reddening lips fervidly. Her eyes feasted on the sight before her, just as his did. They were ardent voyeurs as much as lovers. They loved this game of teasing and they drew it out for as long as they were able to. As he pushed lightly between her lips, edging ever closer she closed her eyes wanting to experience just the sensation of her body being entered. She found herself biting her lower lip breathlessly enraptured. They continued the game until the ache was too much to bear. She raised her hips as he thrust his burning cock inside her. Deep. Full. Delicious. She felt the width and breath of him. He felt her wetness surround him. A moment of sated bliss followed by longing for more. The pull to continue… more than the sum of its parts. Consumed by it, they were.

When she thought it could get no better, no more satisfying, she was proven wrong for he knew exactly how to please her. He brought her to one crescendo after another. The waves of pleasure were immense and her body could not help but submit to the sublime sensations overflowing in her.

He continued in his rapture to bring them both to an explosive heated climax. She shuddered over and over.

Her appetite was insatiable. She wanted more. She straddled him and cuffed him to the metal bed head with rubber wrist restraints. She was still hungry and wanted to taste him again. Wanted to run her tongue up his shaft and take the head of his cock inside her mouth. He was at her mercy. Unable to touch her, he could only watch as she tantalized and teased with her tongue and teeth on his nipples, licking and nibbling at his chest… running her fingers over his body before taking his cock in her hand as she moved her breasts slowly over his chest…and finally kissing him on the mouth. She played with him. She was free to use him anyway she wished and she did. His cock was throbbing and pulsating and she was aching to be filled once more.

Upon his release he took back control with an intensity and desire that took her breath away. As he entered her one last time she tightened her grip on the bars at the end of the bed, her moans muffled by a pillow, still audible. His cock hard for her until the very end when the waves of his orgasm poured from him onto her and together they collapsed in their shared ecstasy. They lay spent and in awe of the potency between them.

Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
― William Blake

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

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The Hunger (pt 1)

When our mouths finally met and I felt your tongue inside me

 I closed my eyes wanting to truly experience you,

inhaling the hot wetness of your invited invasion of me.

Minutes before his planned arrival she gave instructions for him to locate a key and let himself in, which he did. Once inside he adjusted to the darkness assisted by a single candle placed on a step in the direction of her dimly lit bedroom/boudoir.

She lay provocatively on the bed eager to entice. Eyes closed. Scantily clad in a short black chemise, black stockings and sheer black knickers. Her coat discarded on the bed partially covering her nakedness. Her black heels tossed at the foot of the bed to complete the scene.

He moved quietly so as not to alert her to his presence, but she was only too aware and was silently in wait of him. She had longed for this moment and finally he was here in her lair. At first his breath on her neck… then came teasing words that made her body stir in anticipation of what lay ahead.

I’m going to tease you mercilessly…. I’m going to feast on you…
He whispered in her ear

As she heard these words the desire was never greater and she struggled to stop herself from turning around, pressing her body onto his and kissing him hard. She was in a state of unprecedented lust. It/he was driving her wild.

He sat on the bed leaning over her, his hands and eyes tracing the outline of her body. Taking in the texture of the fabric draping over her curvaceous figure and the smoothness of her freshly bathed and scented body. He was hungry for her. He had been imagining and desiring this for days, as had she. They had had frenzied lustful wordplay tormenting one another with descriptive images and scenes of naughtiness, but the words were not enough. Never enough. Simply the precursor.

She couldn’t contain the moan that slipped between her lips nor could she stop her body from its dance of desire.

He wanted her. He wanted to taste her and to be deep inside her. He finally relented to his animalistic craving and he pulled her into him, their eyes locked momentarily then the fleeting brushing of lips.. her tongue finding its way into his mouth, sucking his lower lip, expressing her hunger for him in the only way she knew.

His hand now on her. Feeling her heat. Feeling her hunger (and his own) and seized by her need to be touched, tasted, explored and enjoyed. He had waited long enough. The pull to be between her thighs to take in her beautiful and inviting pussy was too great… and while his eyes feasted, the teasing continued, with his fingers. She was beside herself, a place of such intoxication and headiness so soon. And then….the tip of his tongue was on her. The thrill of that first touch was electric. She swallowed hard as her breathing became heavier and her longing greater. He drank from her, giddy with the scent and wetness of her, and telling her so, before he pressed his mouth onto hers, her juice on him, now on her tongue and her lips, they savored the flavour of their shared lust.

– to be continued –

until the next time,

naughty nic x

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