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The Feast

mask

Captive, was this wild animal,

but never more free 

She entered the zoo as a predatory and prowling leopardess.  With smoky masked eyes she took in the landscape; stopping to admire the range of exotic animals that had come to feast, as she had.

The night sky beckoned and with poise she moved her supple frame to a watering hole, quenching her thirst and taking a lingering look around the sexy zoo she found herself in.

Captivated she was by a fierce and voluptuous Amazonian covering herself in hot wax in a sexually charged thunder.  As she looked on she felt the light touch of another and turned to see a familiar aquatic creature standing before her. It was with him she ventured into the dungeon for some tantalising bare bottom hand spanking, over a barrel, by two playful women who’s hands caressed and bit into her bared flesh. She left flushed but found some comfort in placing her paws on her crimson cheeks… that had her shudder in warm delight.

With their freshly spanked bottoms the two of them took themselves into an adjoining enclosure where, upon entering, darkness enveloped them; acclimatising they found themselves alone. They embraced and began to touch one another exploratively. She felt her body softening between shudders of pleasure as he feasted on her heaving bosom.  The deserted landscape they’d entered was no more as other animals gathered around them watching from the shadows, in voyeuristic delight before moving closer…  then under the dimmest of light, she caught sight of some ten or so creatures surrounding the two of them.  Boldly they reached out to touch, kiss and participate in their shared ecstasy… and as the heat rose she found herself breathlessly aroused and at times overwhelmed by the hunger of the animals who had entered to feed their voyeuristic and participative appetites with eyes, hands and mouths aplenty.

It was feeding time at the zoo and the animals were ravenous, they were.

The heat of the heaving testosterone-fuelled orgy was palpable as was her excitement of standing in the arms of her amphibious companion who continued his caress from behind as the others devoured what flesh was made available to them. Her senses enticingly roused.

There came a point at which she extricated  herself from the darken room as the wave of hunger was reaching fever pitch and her pleasure for this sensory delight had been indulged.  She wanted to leave on a high and so she did with an appreciative purr.

Exhaling as she emerged from darkness to light she found herself giddy with pleasure and almost immediately was in the arms of a creature, smooth as a snake, who’s lips she knew. She was carried away by her innate leopardess lust as his lips met hers, she felt the pull to continue.  With whispered words he led her to a more secluded area at the far end of the enclosure. They entered to the enchanting and surreal sound of a minstrel playing a stringed instrument, the notes of which caressed its occupants, an assortment of creatures in varying states of undress, engaging in erotic pursuits and pleasures. Here, in the heaving dusk, their bodies writhed at a lustful yet considered pace… her paws on him as he explored her hot, wet depths.

The surrounding animals came and went and before long they found themselves alongside a very sexy coupling; of fur and feather variety. She watched at first with eyes enraptured by the grace and beauty of the feathered creature beside her as she straddled her generously engorged, captive and collared bear. The movement of this lithe creature was intoxicating and she found her attention diverted from the snake like creature beside her as she dared to touch the gorgeous bottom before her as it rose and sank in slow rhythmic motion. With slow and delicate touch her paws outlined the beautiful shape of the ravishing creature while her body continued to be explored by the creature she had entered the liar with.

There, lying beside the leopardess was something she greatly desired.

It wasn’t long before the hand of the virile sexy bear found the leopardess amplifying the delight she was experiencing. The leopardesses’ rapture was all consuming and touches lead to her tongue tasting the exotic goddesses’ silky skin… breasts…nipples…and her neck, that beckoned to be licked, kissed and bit playfully. And so she did and then… their lips met and they kissed. Her taste, her soft lips and sensual tongue…. a moment of pure unadulterated passion and desire erupting inside of her. The pace picked up as the object of her desire continued to ride the bear until the first of many audible/physical releases of ecstasy was expressed.

Invited, she was, to join in and so began blissful and intimate erotic play as they shared themselves with one another. The waves of bliss crashing around them and within them. With deep slow thrusts, hypnotic hips, heavenly moans and electric shudders the animals continued until they collapsed in satiated exhaustion.

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic

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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

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 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

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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