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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.

 

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

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

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

Let’s be Frank…

I think it’s fair to say that “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” played a pivotal role in my awakening and subsequent erotic journey. I was a mere slip of a girl the first time I laid eyes on a certain sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania in the mid 80’s and boy did it leave its mark on me. The themes tattooed in my subconscious and the fallout further colouring my already surreal take on the word and the people around me.

My eyes were fastened to the big screen as i feasted on the many intriguing, exciting and stimulating delights that I had never, in my wildest dreams, had the pleasure of seeing before. It was truly a feast of the senses. As for the delectable Frank ‘n’ Furter, I was mesmerised and, I think it’s fair to say, I was shivering with antici…. pation. Sexuality had never been so erotically charged as it was for me that night and I found myself desiring to find my very own Frank (and Magenta)… but more on that another time.

I came away hungry for more, feeling affected, very distracted and forever changed. A quote from the film ‘Henry and June’ comes to mind…

“Be careful Anais, abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones”

I can’t help but wonder if this was the opening/beginning/releasing of the bold and brazen woman before you. I may of course be giving far too much credit to a film, but I am a great lover of moving pictures and many, I feel, have left their indelible mark on me, Henry and June included.

Project Erotic is all about tapping into the flavours and themes such as those covered in these films, in part, because they have formed and fed me (and continue to) and also because I am, unabashedly, a seeker of naughtiness and sensory penetration.

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic

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