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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

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

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

Melting point

man-ray-photography-as-art-ingres-violinI am at the mercy of you… as you find your way into my body. Penetrating me with your intense vibration.  My surrender to you has the flavour and texture of laced honey. I am forever craving to be reached, held, moved, fed and touched in my deepest recesses.

I willingly relinquish all control to it… to you, as you speak in tongues you dismantle me.

I am with ears that never tire of your sumptuous sound. I bathe in you. Each lingering rhythmic note clings to my being. Volcanic and tidal you sweep across my landscape as I inhale you. Your snakelike movement around my body has me move hypnotically with you. to you.

You are a lover I never wish to part with . Yet time and time again I must.

I swallow and you ease down inside me. Finding that place nestled between being content and desirous. I lose myself again and again and still your taste remains in my mouth and stains my lips. It can be no other way.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.  ~Anais Nin

Music, my lover
My drug of choice

 Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

 

Inside of me

ImageLonging
for those kisses… your lips

the dance commences
with gentle playfulness

before unleashing
unbridled
hunger
and passion

surrendering to it

eyes closed
I see you

your skin
under my fingertips
burns hot

your bottom lip… I suck
once more

I feel
the (our) fire
and tremble

intoxication

desire seizes
forcefully
    and boldly

and yet
beautifully
and
tenderly
does it (do you) taste
in my mouth

on my skin

inside of me

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

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