Voyeurism is participation

Voyeurism is participation is a favourite phrase of mine coined by the inimitable Mx JustinVivian Bond in the delicious film Shortbus.

I am a shameless hussy of a voyeur! There I said it!

A few years ago I attended a very sexy and playful event/party in London called ‘Night of the Senses’. There I had the opportunity to feast my eyes on all manner of eye candy. My senses where most definitely heightened as I moved around the venue’s various spaces and tucked away places. Taking in the variety of guests and ease in which everyone mingled. A highlight for me was the Dark Room. It wasn’t like any dark room i’d come across before … oh no…. this was a sensory delight of a dark room. I entered it scantily clad with an open mind and with 3 others – two men who I’d made the acquaintance of that night and my female companion. Once inside the room I acclimatised quickly, taking in the sounds and smells around me. Within seconds of entering I felt fingers reaching out touching. I liked.  A lot.  I stayed with my party and we enjoyed the pleasure the darkness afforded us as we ourselves explored delights of the flesh. Voyeuristically, I confess, I could see that which I took in my mouth but not those who’s probing fingers attempted to explore me. It was pure excitement. Thrilling and stimulating. Never before had darkness held such appeal as it did that night.

I digress… voyeurism is the topic I want to explore here. At that event I watched through peep holes that which I’d seen many times in film and magazines but never in the flesh. I watched sex, whipping, touching, sucking, subs and doms,  kissing, spanking, eroticism in all its shades. I watched with fever.  Later as I walked down a narrow corridor my eyes fell upon a delicious threesome. The sexy participants clearly comfortable with those of us who indulged in watching their play. Ahh the pleasure of voyeurism. I felt as much a participant as they for as I watched I was absorbed in the ecstasy of the moment. Their bliss was mine. It tantalised me in so many ways. The ritual of watching another/others all consuming. I found it intensely erotic.

I felt I had arrived in my utopia that night. My body was wired. I felt turned on and turned inside out.  I lustfully explored the many nooks and crannies on offer in this playground to be relished, and relish I did.

That night I took a sublime journey of self discovery, pleasure and experienced the most exquisite sense of freedom to just be. I came away satiated, yet …never more hungry for more. Much more.

On a closing note I find the quote by Henry David Thoreau below worthy of inclusion here;

‘the question is not what you look at, but what you see’

I think it fits in well with the theme of voyeurism. … for me it’s all about what I see not what I’m looking at. What do I see when I watch others? I see connection, beauty, lust, adoration, desire and hunger. I see that which can captivate and consume me. Something real. Something hot. Something that my voyeuristic tendencies soak up. I see all that I am in that rare and beautiful moment.

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x

Whetting my appetite

Blatant desire. I want to rip his shirt off and feel his chest, his skin, under my fingers. Then on me, pressed against my body. I want to take in, and to taste, the scent of him, lick his delectable lips before I suck them. I want to kiss him and get lost in the hunger inside of me. I want to lower my mouth to his nipple, tug playfully with my teeth then circle teasingly with my hot wet tongue. . I want to feel the nuances of his body and take them in with soft sensual gaze . To want to trace his markings/tattoos with my fingers, lips and tongue. I want to study his body in subdued naughty red lighting while he watches me taking him in. Kiss. Ravish. I want to take photos with the lens of my eyes to enjoy later. I want to cuff him to the bed and torment him, then embrace his liberated hardness and hunger. Entangled thrusts. Naughty spooning. Sated. Sleep.

I want stand behind her, my hot breath and tongue on her neck. Face her and hold her close to my breast… my fingers in her hair tracing the outline of her face, her lips. I want to breathe in her essence and feel intoxicated by it. Lose myself in the pools of her dreamy hungry eyes. I want to kiss her hard, passionately then slowly and deeply for hours. I want to watch her undress before me as I take her in. I want to be blindfolded and use my hands as my eyes and explore her body. Her curves. I want to reach in and touch her inside and out.  I want to hear her breathing deepen. I want to feel my body responding to hers and her writhe under the touch of my tongue. I want to be consumed by my longing for her, exploring her with my hungry mouth and hands. Enter her as a man might. Fall asleep kissing and entwined.

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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Watch this space!

After years of writing, drawing, dreaming and indulging my senses i find myself here ready to share this part of my journey with you, the reader.

I am in the throws of some of the most emotionally, sexually, spiritually satisfying and exploratory months of my life (to date). I’ll start the story here today in brief but will no doubt cast my thoughts/words back to many an escapade of yesterdays along the road ahead.

To bring you up to speed a little on who i am I would say i’m a woman in my prime (which of course could mean any age!) who quite recently decided to embark on a pleasure seeking journey with the male of the species. This, i hasten to add, is after spending many years in and out of relationships with women for the most part. That said, for me sexuality is fluid, and so I identify as bisexual, in the truest sense of the word.

I have recently embarked on an erotic photography project (for which i am currently seeking models). I will be using this blog in part to share how that unfolds as it will play a major role in my life in the coming months. The project is something i have wanted to do for some time and now I am taking it on! Those there are fighting words!

I like to think I’m wired for naughty things. From the moment i found ‘The Joy of Sex’ on my parents bookshelf as a child i have had a fascination for all things erotic.. and my life has been punctuated by my exploration of it in many forms. I am an avid fan of Victorian erotic photography and Tom of Finland amongst others. I am also someone who delights in a good wordsmith. Words, image, art, music and sensual delights reach a part of me that seeks to be sated. These are, at times, much treasured and profound experiences, some of which, i intend to share here.

Until the next time,

Naughty Nic x