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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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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 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

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