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Naked

eyes

His body

naked

Sprawled decadently across the bed
My eyes
drinking the enticing vision
as I swallow hard
with acute awareness and attentiveness

I stand at the foot of the bed
fully clothed
My voyeuristic self intoxicated
by the scene laid out before me

The promise
of his flesh meeting mine

The promise
of hot wet kisses and tongues entwined

The promise
of his cock filling me….
and its juice wetting my lips as I take him slowly
knowingly
in my mouth.

The nuances of his handsome frame
flickering like old movie film
as my vision softens
and my body pulls me closer to his.

My dress removed
My nakedness meeting his
as I lay down
on him

My eyes upon his
My breasts upon his chest
Our feet entangled
The gentle thrust of my hips
speaking to him

Kissing his neck
Inhaling all of him
deeply
His scent filling my senses

until there is no separation
only union

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Ignition

I see you sitting in wait for me. I watch you as you look around anticipating my arrival. I approach and I am seen by you and I feel never more alive than in that initial moment of our coming together.

Our bodies unite on the street and our arms reach around each other. I feel the sheathe of your assured strength and the gentleness of vulnerability you bestow.

Excitement fills my head, and my body follows, as we journey to a place we can reveal ourselves in the way we do so easily.

The walk that follows has never been walked yet feels so very familiar. Behind the big door a wave of emotions unfurls. The simple pleasure of our touch amplified, the song so sweet, yet in the absence of music. The movement of our bodies stir to our unique tune.

Your hot breath on me as our bodies press into one another. My fingers exploring your clothed flesh, seeking the parts exposed as your lips collide with mine alternating between gentle exploration and passionate pulse. Our words dissolve into indescribable sounds. I am full of you, with desire, to be with you, and yet this chapter has barely started.

Your hands finding their way under my shirt, the contrast and unexpected pleasure of textures as you slide under cotton and over silk… on your journey to me. Your hands moving over the curves of my breasts as your volcanic mouth and tongue play (with me) my nipples.

With jeans and boots removed you drop to your knees before me, my thighs in your sight, under your touch and between your lips. The heat of me. Erratic inhalation revealing my anticipation. The sounds that pass though your lips enrapturing me in this exquisite moment we share. The sensation of your tongue, so delicate yet knowing, teasing my swollen wet lips. In this moment I surrender with each exhale before the next intoxicating inhalation.

Three Play

Heaving was the room in which the two of us entered and where our adventure began. The vibrating hum of excitement was all around us as play unfolded this midsummer night.

We were joined by another who’s eyes had locked with mine. The draw tantalisingly strong. In a ritual of attraction I watched with carnal delight and craving as impulsive lips kissed before me. Then I felt his hand as it moved over my lower back, to settle at my waist. I felt his heat as he pulled me into him while my mouth fell upon hers with beautiful raw hunger.

In the neighbouring room we stood; kisses swept between us, our bodies close. I swayed, giddy with anticipation, as he knelt down before me.  Between my thighs, his tongue and my wetness collided while her soft lips met with mine and more sublime kisses were shared. A powerful sensation of desirous intensity took hold. My mouth on her neck biting playfully and passionately as I was enraptured by him.

I felt the eruption building, my desire thrusting around inside, longing to be released. Yet, so deliciously precious was the moment; it was to be savored. Memorized. Etched in every pore, every recess of my awoken and aroused body. I held on to it.

My head was in a spin in this timeless…erotic & utopic wonderland.  It was breathtaking. Desire never felt or tasted so divine and natural. My fingers and lips on her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples and he, behind me, caressing me as I kissed and caressed her.

Hours passed as we indulgently played…sensually stroked…tasted…kissed…smiled and giggled…teased and shuddered… over and over. Delighting all the while in the erotic intoxication we were all experiencing and in the adventure that had unfolded. Our naked bodies stayed entwined as our tongues teased and our mouths whispered moans in dulcet tones until the break of dawn.

 

Burning up

She lay on the couch as he entered the room, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the soft breeze from the window that cooled her. Her dress beckoning to be unbuttoned, her breasts feeling the restriction of the fabric that clung and partially covered them.

As he approached she felt her pulse pick up pace and an involuntary subtle smile take hold. His mouth close to her ear and his softly spoken, suggestively teasing, words increasing her desire for his touch. His passion. His heat to match, and ultimately quell, hers.

His fingers traced over her lips, her body on fire, she tasted him. Absorbed in the pleasure of pure sensory stimulation her eyes remained closed – an invisible blindfold.

She trusted him implicitly. She wanted him, and here he was, at her place, ready to indulge her desire for him, and his for her.

His fingers moved slowly from her mouth and over her breasts as his mouth lowered to her inviting nipple. He teased her relentlessly with his words and touch. She loved to be on this wave with him, urgency for wild abandon – prolonged, all the while her breath shallow, fast and telling of her delight.

One button at a time he released her curves from the blue summer dress she wore. She felt liberated, exposed and never more desirous of the heat of his body to be on hers. His scent on her.

She bathed in his words and the guttural sounds that filled the room as he expressed the fire that surged within him. And then… his mouth was on her. Her body jolted as unexpected as his tongue was. She moaned as he teased and pleasured her. He, consumed and intoxicated by her, feverishly sank his tongue deeper. Her body writhing, her breasts rising, her entire body undulating. He feasted as her legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him to her; one hand reaching out to touch him, to feel his skin under hers, the other, clawed at the sofa as the heat overtook her. Beads of sweat trickled from them both. The dress she lay on top of was wet with her desire. The air was thick with the heady scent of lust…

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
– Anais Nin

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Raw

(c)raw impulses
magnetic in force
the pull inside

the ache

so deep
so strong

longing to be
intoxicated by your touch
and decadently satiated
by your velvet tongue

come

to me

with me

A seeker of sensory stimulation

In just a few days I will be heading to Night of the Senses, an event that truly celebrates eroticism in all its wondrous shades. It is an erotic party for which I am feeling feverish anticipation; tantalised on many levels and, at which, am given the opportunity to freely express myself as i choose to. It is a night where carnal delights are shared/offered be it in a participatory or voyeuristic manner and I, for one, am desirous of indulging my senses in such an environment.

Talking of indulgences; I consider myself to be fortunate to have the freedom to live the life i choose.  A kind of liberty that some may crave but don’t have the opportunity to experience beyond of their imagination (that said imagination can be a very fertile playground – and certainly one I enjoy). For me it is about allowing time for play; to experiment with aspects of myself that want to be expressed and experienced. A voyage of self discovery should, in my opinion, be a life long journey.

This much I know; I am a woman who desires to fully experience and embrace physicality and sensuality. A woman who craves for the essence of her femininity, and, at times, masculine energy, to be given a platform to thrive in it’s self expression. I am, as I have stated before, a lover… of all things naughty, but I am also much more, and it is here that I’m inclined to reveal both aspects; to slowly dismantle myself with candor and openness, playfully.

I have a Frank Herbert quote on my wall that reads;

Seek freedom and become captive to your desires
Seek discipline and find your liberty

It is a quote I revisit time and time again, each time questioning my comprehension of it. It does challenge me to consider my objectives in living the life I do. It has me want to delve deep inside myself – to the part that is without ego. It’s a simple but somewhat complex idea that has me want… to really touch the edges of myself; the parts that hunger for a deeper understanding of this particular human condition ((desire)) as I see/experience it.

I’m supposing that the black silk scarf above my bed that reads;

Freedom is deciding who’s slave you want to be

fits rather appropriately into this ongoing enquiry of mine nestling, unapologetically, next to the Herbert quote in a way that brings a cheeky smile to me i confess! I’ve always liked the idea that we are the creators of our life and only we can determine the meaning of such things as freedom. If desire is in fact my captor and I its slave then am I truly the libertine I consider myself to be? It’s a question I like to sit with and, to some extent, play with on this journey of mine.

And what of desire? Is it meaningless lust?  or is it something more innate? a pull; a connection that we get drawn (in) to in an increasingly detached and disconnected world. It is in recognition of this, and my curiosity, that I have been drawn to tantra to explore these themes that fascinate me so.

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

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

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