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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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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

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