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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.

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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

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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