The Deadliest of Sins…

Lust

Eating

Gnawing

Growling

Growing desire

Desiring just ONE touch

To feel the softness of the skin

To test the texture

Begging to feed the hunger

THAT lust, slowly

Destroying

…the deadliest of sins.

The mere brush of his lips makes my pulse quicken.
The heat of his sweet breath ignites my sex.
I feel the sizzle run down my spine.
I feel the pulsations between my legs.
Intoxicated.
My breath catches.
Breathless
Awaiting a mere
brush of his lips.

I couldn’t help but wonder
the feel of her hands on my breast
as her sweet breath tickled
while she leaned in to
whisper in my ear

To gather her silken locks
between my fingers
and bring her lips
to mine
crushing their soft plumpness
into me

The electricity as my fingertips
slide over her perfect breasts
teasing her nipples to pinchable peaks
as my tongue dances velvety circles with hers

But as she stands behind me
whispering
I close my eyes to feel the slide of her hand
down my chest
gathering my heavy bosom in her palm
My breath catches as she trials
my earlobe
throat
leaving a sizzling trail
as her mouth reaches mine…

I fall victim to her succulence.

 C is for Cock Ring

  I love the feel of a hard cock grasped by a cock ring. The bulge and ripple of the veins as his excitement grows.  The leather stretching just enough and the silver snaps glistening with the lube.

I love the stretch my pussy makes to accommodate his thrusts.  The strap rubbing mercilessly on my clit.  The fullness is intoxicating, his moans addictive.  I love watching his balls tight in pleasure.

I love being on my knees as he fucks me.  My whole body is alive as I devour him one inch at a time.  My body trembling from the sparks igniting my sex.

I love being breathless and panting as my pussy clamps on his thick rod and covers him in cum just as he frees the leather cock ring and releases his seed deep inside me.

I feel the tickle of the snow

against my bare breast.

I watch as my skin puckers and raise

to meet each snowflake.

I gasp as the frigid breeze 

brushes my thighs.

I shiver as each eyelash 

flutters against the cold.

And I melt as you whisper

my name on my neck.

The feel of a close shave

The smoothness left by the razor’s edge

The silky skin

The sexy glow

The secret that I only know…

Diaries of the Naked Nurse: The New Girl

Last week was the first time I saw her. I worked over half the shift before I even knew her name.  Bethany.  Such a beautiful name.  Such a scrumptious girl.

I’m only eager to go back to work if I know I’m going to see Doc.  But, she had some kind of magical pull over me.  Her eyes danced and her giggle was infectious.  Her curves hypnotizing.

She has started invading my dreams.

I worked with her again yesterday.  She wore her honey spun hair in pigtails and a delicate layer of lip gloss.

I dreamt of her again last night.

Her lips were so soft and plump. I nibbled my way from her pouty bottom lip to the sweet hollow dip at the bottom of her throat.  I could feel the gentle vibrations as she moaned against my trail of tiny licks and kisses.

She stood naked in my room. Her tiny breasts fit perfectly into the palms of my hands.  I ran my tongue over her stiffened nipples enjoying the texture of her aureole as I slid across in slow circular sweeps.

She didn’t fight me as I slowly backed her to the wall.  Her long blond hair hung begging for my fingers.  It felt like tiny strands of silk as I parted the waves with my fingernails before gathering a handful.  Keeping her balanced, I tasted her mouth again exploring thoroughly.  She tasted as sweet as she smelled.

I parted her trembling thighs easily.  Her pussy was wet with desire.  She shuddered as my fingers found her cleft and then easily parted her aching folds.  Her breath escaping as pants, she whispers, “Please.  Touch me.”

My fingers slide easily inside.  Thrusting rhythmically to her breathing, my thumb massaged her clit.  Her restraint melted as her orgasm crushed her.  She milked my fingers as she squeezed every drop of bliss from her wave.

She swept her tongue over her dry lips beckoning me to lick them before she reached her hand to my throbbing sex whispering, “May I?”

… And that was it.  My eyes fluttered open as my body denied reality and my thighs squeezed shut as my own orgasm flowed freely from me.

Licks and Nibbles…

NN

*B is for Burlesque*

The tiny Burlesque hall was quiet.  I knew that wouldn’t last long.  The butterflies in my stomach should have been noise enough to fill the tiny room, but instead you could only hear the muffled giggles coming from behind the closed dressing room door.

On first glance, I thought the room was empty.  The room was so dim.

My two new “co-workers” were sitting at the make-up table laughing in the candle light.  Watching them rub their show lotion each other caused me to freeze in sexual admiration.  Their skin glimmered like dew drops.  The air was heavy with sensuality.

“Our customers see us in dim light, in only makes sense to get ready by the light of the candle.”  She states matter-of-factly.

“Oh,” I mumbled.

“Lori, she’s shy.  It’s her first night.”  Kayde purred as she pushed her way from the vanity.

She traces her fingers down my cheek and asks, “What’s your name, gorgeous?”  “Lacy,” I say in almost a whisper.

“Let’s get you ready,” as she grabs my hand.  “WE go on third tonight.”

“We?”  I squeaked.  Wanting to sound confident and not the scared little girl I was, I restated more commanding, “We.”

“Yes, Darlin, WE.”

The jazzy music seeped all around me.  I couldn’t help but feel just a little hypnotized.  My body over-ruled my mind.  As Kayde rubbed my glistening lotion on and helped me with my pasties, I found myself surprisingly calm and overwhelmingly eager.  Kayde was tone and fit.  Her muscles defined yet feminine.  But, her hands.  They felt like silk caressing my skin.

“We’re ready,” She declares as she places our feather boas around our necks.  “Let’s make these boys cum in their pants.”

Tbe house band was playing Stray Cat Strut while we waited behind the curtain.  Kayde held my hand and insisted that I would be great.  I knew I had talent.  I’d been in dance since I was 2.  19 years my Daddy sat proudly during recitals and competitions.  He would kill me if he saw me now.  Garter belts and thigh highs.  Corsets and pasties.  Fairy dusted skin and feathers.  Damn, though, I felt fucking sexy!!

The band finished and dove right into our music.  We were to dance to a montage of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.  As I parted the curtain, my feet froze as I saw the size of the crowd huddled into the small club.  I made a quick prayer that their wasn’t a fire!

The saxophone resonated throughout.  Kayde led the way and I feel into step instinctively.  I could smell sex in the air.  Testosterone mixed with perfume.  Pheromone overload.

The stage was small, but large enough for the two of as long as we kept moving.  The band was nestled in between the turns of the stage.  Our poles, three of them, were evenly spaced.  There were a few tables scattered in front of the stage.  The beautiful people were out tonight.

My smile genuine as I moved through the songs.  Kayde was beautiful to watch.  She moved so graceful and yet commanding.  The times when her hands touched my bare back or my leg, I momentarily lost myself in her spell.  Honestly, she made me feel divine.

It wasn’t until our fourth routine, and last, that I caught his eyes.  I could feel eyes on our skin the entire set, but I felt an unusual pull to the far left corner.  He was handsome, no doubt.  He had a drink in one hand but you could tell he’d been nursing it.  The ice was melted and looked quite dis-pleasurable.  It was the other hand that caught my attention.

He stroked his hard cock under the cocktail table.  He winked and smiled at me as he squeezed a pearl sized dot of pre cum from his impressive shaft.  I couldn’t help but watch him.  Fortunately the rest of my dance had me facing the crowd.  And it was then I finished my dance for him.

I moved seductively for him now.  I removed my corset exposing my soft breasts and aching hidden nipples.  As I unhooked my garters and Kayde rolled my hose slowly down, his hand picked up speed.  She rolled and removed each hose as I sat in a velvet and ivory inlaid chair. I sat trembling in the chair exposed to her and facing him.  She lays a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh as the lights dim, the curtain begins to lower, and the handsome stranger drips his cum from between his fingers.

The curtain down.  The lights still dim.  The crowd growls with appreciation.  Kayde lands one more kiss on the other thigh as she slides up from between my legs, her pasties scrapping my scorching skin.  She kisses the tip of my nose before helping me up from the chair.

“He likes you,” she says.

“Who likes me?”

“Our boss…”

Copulation. 

Rhino Horns. 

Erect Penis. 

Spanish Fly. 

Alcohol. 

Lower my inhibitions.

Cover me with chocolate.

Oysters slide down my throat like the seed from your dripping cock.

Ground those herbs, intoxicate me.

Massage my mind, tickle my libido.

Tie me, chase me,

Love me,

Fuck me.