Taking down Christmas
A sad time of year
The bringing down of lights
Causes my eyes to well with tears
The dismantling of the tree
Makes my eyes sting
….This time of year.

I guess this is a fitting way
To tell the old good bye
But as I fill the storage boxes
and prepare to stow them away
I can’t help but think
That a little spirit is lost

Tucked neatly in my closet
Laughter and cheer hide there
It seems it gets forgotten
Just left on the shelf to stare

Why can’t the symbolism
Stay up all year through
To remind of us all the “Peace on Earth”
“Good Tidings to All” and “Happy Holiday to You”

But, instead, the garland, lights, and tree
Are crammed too tightly in their homes
To wait a year to be free
…For their special time of  year!

Her Turn

I know he watches me.  I can see him in the shadows.  But, he doesn’t frighten me.  I like this game he has created.

I watched him move in across the street.  He moved the few boxes he had quickly and with little effort.  His sweaty tshirt tossed helplessly aside.  I couldn’t take my eyes off the flex and release of his biceps.  The tension in his back and tightening of his muscles yearned for the soft touch of a massage.  I closed my eyes and I could see my manicured hands kneading away the stress.

I see his shadow in his window when I get home.  I didn’t at first.  I don’t know how long or how many evenings he was there waiting for me.  I could just imagine his hot, sticky body cooling in the breeze as he undressed from his heavy work clothes.

As he stood there undressed, I undress for him.  My tight skirt and blouse just aching to be tossed aside.  I wonder if he thinks of me at work, sitting at my desk while my skirt creeps higher and higher just enough to show the top of my stockings and the delicate clips holding them in place.  I wonder if he knows the tease of the fabric on my bare mound?  I pretend that he does.

I speak heavily into the phone as if it was his ear I was whispering in, leaning close enough to leave a lipstick trace and a trance from my perfume.  I know he wants me.

I imagine the hardness growing across the street as I clip my loose hair out of the way before slowly working on each button of my blouse perhaps lingering just a little longer on each button.

I wonder when he finally takes his cock in his hand, when he begins to shift with desire.  Is it when I take one bra strap from my shoulders at a time or does he wait till my frame fills the window and I let him get a view of my supple breasts?

I smile, maybe smirk in his direction.  I tease my nipples into attention.  As my nipples harden I can feel my clit swell and juices build.  If he wants to watch, then I must perform.

Slowly I enter the glass cock to my lips.  I push the shaft deep into my mouth as if I was swallowing him.  I imagine him squeezing his own erection a little tighter……maybe even tight enough to feel the slide of my pussy walls up and down his shaft.  I tease my inner thighs just a bit as I he would with his swollen purple head……..leaving a sticky trail of precum.  And, then as urgency erupts, I force the cock deep inside with one quick movement.  The sudden fill causes me to throw my head back and moan.  Instantly my hand is covered with my nectar as I continue to thrust myself.  My excitement builds as I feel his eyes on my sweet spot.  As my body quivers and orgasms almost uncontrollably, I can almost feel his own cock heat and explode.

Gaining composure and smoothing my skirt back down to cover my wetness like the closing of the shades, I place my precious friend back into the drawer for another day.

His Turn

She knows I watch.  I can tell from the smirk on her face.  The way she turns, or the way she runs her hands down her shapely hips to smooth her tight skirt.  The tight navy skirt that I imagine she wears to the office with the 2 inch heels, thigh highs, and garter belt holding her stockings in place.

Some days I imagined her in thongs and some days nothing at all.  Some days I imagined it was her talking to me as she hurried to make a phone call.  That smile.  Those sexy red lips.  Her eyes sparkled when the sun shone in through the windows.

The open windows that I watched her in……..

I know I come home hot and salty.  My heavy work clothes and boots cause tension and weight on my muscles.  But, she makes me forget it all.

I peer with lust and longing from my window to hers.  I keep my binoculars close at hand.  I’d get a telescope but my tiny apartment can’t house it……..so, I’ll watch this way.

I want her.  I want her to take her full pouty lips and suck my cock.  It throbs for her.  As my day ticks by, I find myself hurrying home before she does so I can watch.  I want to watch her as she enters the door from the street, disappearing into the bosom of the building and then reappearing through her front door as if by magic.  I want to watch her toss her keys to the side and slip off her heels, one-by-one.

I want to help.

As she slowly rolls down her stockings, I can’t ignore my desire any longer.  One hand holds the binoculars tight to my eyes for a quick glimpse of her pussy as she removes the confines of her day and the other hand frees my bulge from the denim keeping me prisoner.

My hot cock fills my hand as I stroke it.  It’s hot flesh burning the palms.  I love it.  I love to feel my veins swell while I watch her.  She is just teasing me, and I know it.  She flips that long soft blond hair around before piling it on top of her head.  She slowly unbuttons her blouse in such a teasing and succulent way that I must control my load from spewing on the window sill.

I know she feels me watching.

I feel her eyes burn in my direction.  She knows my cock is rocking in my hand mimicking the gentle then forceful thrusts that would stretch her pussy and send her to orgasm after orgasm.

Peeling the bra straps from her shoulders, she turns square in the window frame.  Freeing her large breasts she sighs and smiles.  Yes…..yessss…….  She cups her breasts one by one and massages the lines from the snug fabric away.  Her nipples harden under her breath.  My dick continues to thicken…….but, I have to hold on……just a bit more.

Without leaving sight she reaches into the drawer next to her.  I can make out the phallic shape.  My mouth waters just watching her.  I can feel the precum leaving a sticky trail as I pump my shaft.  Oh……

She runs the glass dildo around those immaculate lips lubricating it for her love hole.  Sliding the glass cock up the inside of her thighs, she hikes her leg high allowing me full view and ample room for entrance.  She plunges it in deep and fast.  I can almost hear her screams.  As she fucks herself and nestles her clit in between her thumb and forefinger, I can see the ecstasy on her face.  Yes…..that is my cock she feels.  I know she thinks it.  I can feel how tight her pussy clamps and holds me as she fights for her orgasm.  My own orgasm flowing through her as I squeeze my cock tight at the base and watch my cum spill out…..shoot out rather.  Leaving its mark on the window, I let the cum slide down.  I place the binoculars to the side and leave the window for another day.

The Fetish Series:

By my Master’s Hand

The two fingers slid in again, this time more quickly.

And out.

With each thrust of his mighty hand she squirmed.

“Ssssh, sssh,” I comforted.  “Do you trust us?”

She turns her beautiful green eyes towards me and bites her bottom lip.  It takes all my restraint not to lean over and kiss her.  That single seductive movement leaves me weak in the knees every time.  But, this wasn’t about me.

“Yes,” she barely escapes before Master’s hand thrusts forward and his thumb grazes her swollen clit.

“Comfort her,” Master instructs.

“Yes, Master,” I eagerly respond.

I raise to my knees on the cushion next to Vanessa.  Her long red hair beginning to dampen with sweat and cling to her naked body.  I gently blow on her heated skin as I move her hair out of the way.  I am pleased to see her nipples harden even more and the little bumps on her aureole constrict towards those perfect long peaks.

“Comfort her Mia!  Not turture her even more.  I can do that by denying her orgasm.”  Master justly reprimands.

“Forgive me, Vanessa?”

“Yes,” she again manages to escape.

I lean over her again where she sits with her flesh and beauty exposed.  Her knees wide open for Master’s pleasure and her hands tightly grasping her cushion.  My mouth fills with her cooled nipples.  I’m able to smell the lingering scent of her bath soap.  Aaahh, a freshly pampered pet.

“She smells so good, Master.”

“If you think her skin smells good then you should taste her juices.”

He has slowed his thrusts in and out of her slick hole.  Not to give me time to suckle her dancing pearl, but to cause an almost agonizing desire to cum.  He has fucked me this way before and honestly my own pussy was quivering with wanton desire.  But, again, this Pet was for him to enjoy first.  It was my gift.  And, to find someone in such a stark contrast of me.  You could say we were the perfect vision for the yen and the yang, her creamy vanilla skin and mine dark chocolate.

I eased my body over her lap so I could reach her hungry hole.  Master kept his fingers deep inside her slowly wiggling as I teased her clit from above.  My soft breast rested in her lap and my own sticky pussy was close enough to tease her.

“May I touch her?”  She asked Master.

“Look at me when you speak!”  he scolded.

(Oh, she has much to learn I thought, but pleased that Master was taking an interest to teach.)

“Sorry, Sir.  May I touch her?”  She pleads again as her eyes lock with his.

“Yes, Little Pet, you may.”

As I continue to lap the juices Master has made, Vanessa slowly explores body.  First my supple breasts grazing her thighs and then slowly up to my hot pussy.  I was freshly waxed and knew I felt good, but her soft hand caused me to shiver.  I let out a little moan not only because it felt good but to let Master know this Pet pleases me as well.

“Do you like what you see, Pet?”  Master questioned.

“Oh, yes, Sir, I do.  She is so beautiful.”

“No, she is my Perfect Goddess,” he corrected.

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you for letting me touch her.  May I taste her?”  Vanessa whispered as I gave her clit a tiny nibble.

“Don’t be greedy Little Pet.  You must prove yourself first.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I loved the way she purred Sir.  I know Master did to.  I could almost see the corners of his mouth turn to wicked grin when she spoke.

“Master, she is about to explode.”  Her clit was bright red and hot with desire.  I could hear her heavy pants.  I was patient for this orgasm.  I wanted to watch the pleasure from her release wash over her.  I move from her delicious mound and trace my tongue back to her breasts where I tease with a quick suck before finding her lips.  My fingers find her nipples and pinch and slowly roll.  My tongue crushes into hers and let her bask in the sweet taste from her own cunt.  I could feel Master pumping wildly into her hole.  Her body bounced, and I tightened my grasp on her nipples.  I release her mouth so we both could watch her pussy being fucked.  Master held her hips in place with his left hand pressing down on her pubic bone while his right hand feverishly fucked her.  His fingers moved so fast that it was hard to see them.  With each blurring thrust you could hear the smack and slosh of her pre-cum dripping from her hole and covering his hand.

“Oh, yes.” Master moans.  “You can do it.”

My own breath is held.

Vanessa begins in a slow shake.  I see her body flush and then almost violently convulse.  She lets out a wail as Master moans yes again.   Her juices squirt hard against the wall behind him.  She fights to regain control of her quivering body.  I kiss back the wet locks of hair from her face and kiss her lips gently.  As she enjoys her moment in Euphoria, Master whispers in her ear….

“I told you I could make you squirt.  All you had to do was Trust me…”

©The Naked Nurse
2008
www.theofficialnakednurse.com

Aaahhh…the fetish.  The one secret desire we harbor on rainy days and close our eyes to masturbate to.  The lifeline, the spine, of orgasmic pleasure.

Join me again, as we finish The Virginal Blood as we enter the continuation of ….

The Fetish Series

Bathed in the Virgin’s Blood

1970’s

The music blared.

As he took his fingers out of her pussy, he sucked them in front of her.

“You want to taste…don’t you?”  he badgered.

“uuuhhhh huh” she shook her head no.

Confused yet delighted at how she felt, the thought of tasting her own wetness gave her a sense of nausea.  But, as she licked her lips to ease her queasiness, she felt the warmth of her own blood.

Mmmmm, she couldn’t explain it.  She felt transformed. 

Stretching her hands high over her head as if reborn and waving to her new gods, he seized her.  His palms grasping hers and the weight of his body as he crossed her throne throwing her off balance, he tasted that warmth.

As his tongue bathed in her trickling lip, it mixed with the sweetness he cleansed from his fingers.  His primordial beast  awakened as her womanhood seeped to life.

He stretched her budding body across the new carpet of his mom’s station wagon.  You could still smell the hint of new interior as his musk hung heavy in the air.

She never made another protest as he hungrily surveyed her body.  She remained hypnotized as he ripped her white shirt button by button exposing the buds underneath…..

….oh, those mouth-watering buds.

He couldn’t resist.  Kneeling over her, he continued to rip.  Her skirt, then panties as she writhed in tranced euphoria.

Then he bit.  Not the nipple, but the beckoning pink areola protecting the hardening crown.  Ohhh, the bite.  A small pool of blood rises from the wound and he leans in to ease the sting.  With her blood rinsed clean from her skin, he savors it with her in one deep kiss, she clings to him as if she is about to fall into an orgasmal abyss.

Her moans….

His cock harder than ever imagined protrudes his tight pants as if to enter her through his denim, he presses deep into her cunt.  He can feel her excitement, desire, and lust saturate his crotch.  He must wrestle free from his denim imprisonment as he tastes her sticky juices dripping from her cunt.

Preparing for their virginal mount, he returns to her raw tit and sucks more life before he enters….and then her lip. 

Teasing her virgin pussy with the hot tip of his cock, he slides along her slit from clit to ass lubricating it for the maiden stretch as she digs her nails into his back drawing his own blood….then gush.

She feels him fill her canal…
She feels the rip as her Hymen breaks free…
She feels the fullness of his thick cock press into her…
and, she screams.

She screams of penance…
She screams of delight…
She screams as her body rebels and quakes…
and, she cums.

He can feel the intense tightness of her virginity give way as her pussy learns to pulse around his own manhood.  He grabs the new shag carpet of his mom’s station-wagon as wave after wave of cum passes between them leaving them bathed in her virginal blood…


**************


Aaahhh, the virginal blood does dry, but the ecstasy never dies.  She awaits every year for the anniversary of their first fuck.  The routine always the same.  Her birthday…. He comes to make conversation, you know, as any good priest would and wish one of his nuns nothing but good tidings.

The station-wagon is long gone.

The radio no longer plays.

And, the area rug takes place of the new shag carpet, but he still fucks her.

The bite may come once, twice, thrice or even more times.  They may be on her nipple, her neck, even her hungry nether lips…but they fuck with kisses tainted of red until the clock strikes the end….

Ever had a fetish? Don’t lie.

Ever been consumed with one thought, one desire, one fantasy…that one something that puts you on the brink of euphoric and orgasmic completion?

What’s your fetish?

Introducing: The Fetish Series.

Virginal Blood

“I can’t”, she stated.

“Sure you can,” he murmured.

“No, I can’t…I can’t,” she whispers under heavy breaths.

“But you are so wet, so ready,” he pants, as his fingers continues to tease her hungry clit.

“But…,” she bites her lip as she feels his middle finger slide into her tight hole. And, the room spins.

The squeeze between her legs causes her clit to swell, the continuing spin sets in. Her thighs are a blaze at this simple touch. Her mind numbs as if whiskey was poured over every grey matter exposed and seeped into every synaptic crevice possible.

She feels his thrusts as he adds another digit. Her breath gasps as he whispers over her lips….

“Mine…be mine. Won’t you trust me?”

Her mine spastic as new nerve endings come to life. She can feel her own wetness spilling down his hand. Her lip. She can’t stop biting it. This control….two fingers buried deep in her pussy, controlling every movement of hers. She can’t think of any other moment. Any other thought. Any other person…to fuck her.

She can’t stop this feeling of being washed away. Washed away into womanhood that she can only enter if she says yes……

….aaaahhh, as the waves of orgasm cease, she is left with the sweet taste of blood on her lip and the approval for his cock.

I Can’t…

I can’t

breathe.

I can’t

think.

I can’t

close my eyes.

I can’t

watch.

I can’t

turn away.

I can’t

speak.

Her melodious laugh
fills my ears…
The intensity of her eyes
leave me spellbound…
She has me where

I can’t

breathe.

©Naked Nurse
www.theofficialnakednurse.com
2008

I watch….

Moist
Soft
Slippery

I watch my pouting nether lips.

Lonely
Begging
Luring

I hold the mirror stratically, as my body melts into my downy pillows.

I watch.

I watch the quick flick of my clit
I watch the deepening color change of my hungry pearl from pink to red.

the gentle vibration rocks my right hand
my left hand struggles to maintain a clear reflection

I watch.

I watch as my pussy moistens and lubricates.
I watch as my muscles tighten and clinch.

I watch.

I watch as my sugar walls begin the prelude of the orgasmic dance.

My breath quickens and
my gaze wanders.
I bury my head to take in the moment.
My body shudders.
My attention diverted.

I watch.

Aaaahhh, a mirror never lies!

My soul erupts and in precious release as my pussy bows to its ovation.

©Naked Nurse
2008

LUST

The delicate curve
of her waist
The feel of silk
under my fingers

The softness
The warmth
The desire

To wrap my arms
To touch her face
To trace her lips

Her eyes beckon
pierce
sear

She leaves me
speechless
yearning
wanting

Waiting

For just one moment
one more glance
one more taste
of her presence.

Naked Nurse©
2008

Me….

My eyes are blue
like the turmoiled sky…
My nose
So softened…
Lips that caress at
cupids bow
Eyebrows poised over
careful stares
And…
a gaze that shares the

And the ears that echo
the constant sound of the alarms…



I have so many things I want to say
So many thoughts that need a way out
I close my eyes to visions and the weight of the
day crashes down.
The slumped heads and
broken hearts
Grandkids saying the final goodbye
My calling they say is
THIS DAMNED PROFESSION

Compassion
Dedication

But watching as the tear drop falls
I turn to push the next syringe.
My name I’ll sign to the fucking chart

I walk on black but glow of gold
Trust me….
As your hand I hold.
My eyes turn grey and cloud like yours
Granting just one last wish….

A chance for all to give a mournfilled kiss.
….This is

Me.


Naked Nurse

Checking the mirror again, then again. I look over to my husband to gain the approval that I look nice.

“How does my hair look?” I have to know.

“It’s fine.” he reassures me.

“Are you sure? Do I look good enough to kiss?” I have to know.

“Of course. I’d do more than kiss…” again he reassures me.

With his encouragement and my own agenda, I grab my wallet and follow him out the door.

Time passes quickly as the slot machine slowly then quickly eats our money. My hand never empty of a drink. My mouth never thirsty.

After a check of the clock, it is about time for the show. My attention will be gained at the burlesque club for the night. My anticipations of seeing beautiful women dancing topless in front of me is even more intoxicating than the Heineken I hold firmly in my grasp.

Gaining free entrance into the club, I slowly slip in between the shadows. Alone, I find my way through the elbows and purses up to the bar, where, yet again, I fulfill the emptiness of my hand.

The music is blaring and I can’t help but feel the beat down deep in my hips. I sway to the beat and watch the sexiness all around me.

She catches my eye. They catch my eye. I can’t turn away. The grinding, the swaying, the touching. Oh, I so want to touch!

I move my way to the corner to get a better look. My eyes undress them. Then, a hand touches mine.

“You need to move some, ” she instructs me.

“Yeah, I do,” I reply while trembling at her touch.

I can’t tell you the song, but the beat is strong. My walk from the corner of the room is short to the center of the dance floor. I feel her hot body next to mine as she tenses and moves and sways to the music. My mind absorbs every minute. Her hands touch my body, squeezes my boobs, and her pelvis rocks inside mine. Reaching behind me I can feel her bare legs. So hot to the touch. I feel the top of her boot, the back of her thigh, the outline of her ass, and finally the tiny black g-string covering her sweet pussy and ass from my delicate fingertips. I grind deeper into her then as quick as the beat is, she swifts in front of me as my hips curve to accept her ass. Tracing the outline of her slime fit body, I cup her perfectly placed breasts. My breath catches as I feel the hardness of her nipples under my touch. My mouth waters.

As the music plays and holds my body as a puppeteer, I move around my silken haired goddess. I trace her shapely legs up from her knee high boot past her creamy inner thigh. As one hand graces past her wet pussy the other firmly holds onto her ass. Ohhhh…I want a taste! I trace the outline of her firm ass cheek with my tongue before taking ahold with my teeth. The succulent flesh fills my mouth. I feel my own juices stir and cause a wetness between my thighs.

My hands continue to memorize her curves. Her hips, waist, breast, up to her beautiful angelic face. Stopping long enough to ask as my palms cradle her cheeks, I confess… “I want to kiss you.”

“Please, ” I hear a whisper back.

My lips hungrily crush into hers. I taste the sweetness. I feel the warmth of her tongue. I can’t stop. Her husband cheers our accomplishments as does the crowd. I continue with my treasure. I continue to explore every inch her body always returning to her luscious mouth. My mind imagines not only tasting these delicious upper lips but also dipping my finger and spreading wide her nether lips not only with tongue but with my fingers too. To make her cum around my fingers as I thrust them deep into her sweet spot. I kiss her deeply again as I imagine the shows spotlight on us, not the gorgeous topless creatures dancing mere inches in front of us.

Erotic Forum:

What is your SEXUAL talent?

Aaaahhh, I know we are all sexual Gods and Goddesses in our rights.  I know that our partners enjoy the best sexual gratification we could possibly offer.  But, if we were all in a room together, we would cloud the air with…ummm…our air.  Could you imagine the smell of sex in that room?

I am always flattered by you guys.  Even if I don’t express it enough, your positive feedback is what keeps me sharing my thoughts.  (Yes, I even appreciate the constructive criticism, too.)  I guess one of the most flattering moments was in the beginning when I had a friend that said all he wanted to do was clone me.  Yep…big ass smile on my face for that one.

However, what if we could clone a little bit of all of us?  What if we could take one of the things we were most  proud of sexually and pour it into the melting pot: so to speak?  I’ve been thinking about this a day or so.  What would I say is something that stands out during sex?  What is something that my partner would say I do best?  What do I feel I do best?  Hmmmm……

Kiss.

I think I am a great kisser.

Make my hips slow dance around the thick shaft of my husband.

I think I do this best.

Blow Jobs….

Years of practice makes perfection

So, you may think I am vain if I think I’m the best at something.  Well, it is thinking you are the best at something that leads you to knowing.

But, what do you think would be your number 1 sexual skill that makes your partner cum harder than anyone else?  What can you add to clone the perfect sexual partner?