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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.

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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A taste of bliss

 What if…

we were to meet in a virtual land late one night… 

A place where  mutual curiosity was aroused and intrigue established between us unexpectedly.

What if one of us decided that textual intercourse was merely the aperitif

and that our voices needed to meet… and speak erotic musings…

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A car drove by,  was it him?. Was he really on my street? The tantalising messages continued as he parked. He stepped on to the road, and so began his search for me, the woman who had tapped into and awoken something rampant inside him. Something that had us both in a state of wanton desire.

His street walking turned into a voyeuristic delight for me as the onlooker. The moment I actually laid eyes on him I felt a surge of excitement course through me. This man, who had a way with words, was to be enjoyed, relished, delighted in and most certainly played with.

He continued his attempt to locate me at street level.  Meanwhile I remained hidden from sight, covertly positioned. Intent on seeing but not being seen. Not immediately. Being the voyeur. Stalking the stalker. Teasing myself as much as him in this game we had spontaneously created for our mutual delectation.

He continued, with tenacious enthusiasm, to seek me. I called him… telling him he was in my sight… the awareness of our close proximity fuelled my desire. I felt my body responding to the excitement of the experience we shared in that brief, yet lingering moment. The anticipation of the unknowable and unknown. Anticipation of how we would find one another. And then…the deliciousness of his eyes finally falling upon me on this dark night behind a sheer blind – he seeing an outline of me only. Phones in hand and words falling from our mouths loaded with tension… erotic and enticing.

I shamelessly and teasingly removed my shirt and stood there in a dimly red-lit room revealing only the outline of the soft curves of my breasts. He stood across the street looking up into my window. The tension building… mounting and then in the midst of teasing his phone cut out. I watched him momentarily, shielded, yet seen… our telephonic communication cut short. Unable to continue with words that were destined to slide off his phone and molest his mind. I did what had to be done.

I covered my nakedness and I took myself down the stairs that would take me to him… I felt a tremor in my body. Was it the cold against my skin or was it the strong draw of this man and the effect his voice and words had on me. Oh Yessss. His voice. The pauses that punctuated his, at times, salacious expression had me hot and wanting. His was a voice that reached deep inside me… that had me biting my lower lip in anticipation. That had me want to tease and be teased. That had awoken my senses in new ways. That had me lingering in delicious naughty imaginings.

Our bodies made contact. A powerful and potent union of two passionate, like minded people. It marked the beginning of a journey both wanted yet didn’t expect to uncover. His hands followed the curves of my waist and hips. I sensed he liked. Meanwhile I found my hands on his shoulders and back pulling him towards me… removing space from between us. My face against his. Close. His breath on my neck. His scent intoxicating me.

When our lips met the eroticism was utterly palpable and I felt a shiver of longing yet wanted not to go beyond.  The promise of what was ahead made for sweet torture. It was as though a feast was before me and I wanted to savour every single bite. In the moment our lips brushed I felt satiated beyond belief. They were no ordinary kisses. To me they were a taste of bliss. The flavour of high eroticism indelibly tattooed in every pore.

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

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