The Official Naked Nurse

The haze of alcohol must have been the culprit.  That and the long days and short nights.  My body had been physically and emotionally taxed.  My creative insights had been tapped and strained…….I needed a stimulation.  I needed a release.

My spirit was contained for 10 hours.  Traveling five states and over 600 miles, I was restless once reaching my destination.  I had many orgasmic releases during the trip.  My vibrator left me breathless and squirming on my plush leather seats.  My pussy smelled of my sex and my clit swollen kept reminding me of my restlessness.

Searching the liquor cabinet I found the scotch and shot glasses.  I dropped 2 ice cubes in the glass, filled the shot glass to the brim, and poured it into the glass causing the ice to pop and crackle.  A quick swirl to cool the liquid, I swallow in one pass to my lips.  I’m ready now, I thought to myself.

Grabbing my keys, I left.  It was time.

I pulled into the familiar parking lot.  Shut the engine off and removed my keys.  I walked through the glass door causing the bell to ring my entrance.

Bill was behind the counter waiting on me.  Let’s go… before you change your mind.

Passing all the waiting customers in the chairs, I followed Bill to the back room.

The scotch calming my nerves, I search Bill for directions.  Drop your pants and sit here.  As I was told, my cut-off denim shorts fell to my ankles.  I stood in front of him with my shaven and swollen pussy.  A gleam shot from his eyes as he notices my preparations… Oh, this is going to be fun he growls to me, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

He pats the reclining blue chair signaling me to sit.  I climb up and place my legs in the stirrups.  Exposing my cunt to Bill, I was even more excited.  Are you ready? He asks.  Yes I tell him.  OK!  Deep breath in… out… in and on out….  The needle penetrated my clit hood.  I sucked in hard.  But… it didn’t hurt.  The excitement spilled from me.  I could feel my self tighten and release.  Did I just cum from that?

I stood and inspected my new jewlery.  My pussy shone like never before.  All I wanted to do was run my fingers up and down my wet slit….

(april fools)

*W  is for Whispers*

I heard a whisper in the night
a voice so low I had to strain
Melodic moments humming mindlessly
disregarding any rhyme…
or reason.

Hypnotizing
mesmerizing
Magically …

sinful.

I closed my eyes for a closer listen
and sssshhhed the world around me.

I swear I felt hands among my hips
and a breath so close I shivered.

But, still I stood in simple wonderment
at the whisper I heard in the night.

xoxo

Happy  Birthday.

Happy Sexy Birthday.

Happy Delicious Birthday.

Happy Naughty Birthday!

   Love you, my forever love.

You keep my heart warm

and my soul alive.

 xoxo

Your NN

 “Bastard!”  I heard her yell as I walked into the break room seeing her slam the phone onto the receiver.  “You okay?” I ask.

“Yes.  No.  Yes.” She tried to convince herself more than me.  And, that’s when the tears fell.  I stood quietly against the door not sure what I should do next as her frustration dropped one salty drop at a time.

I’ve never been one to tolerate the heaving, sobbing conversation, but this was my friend.  I stood poised and ready to speak when she blurted out, “Bastard LEFT ME!  Left me!  No one fucking leaves me!”

I just watched as her make-up smeared with each swipe from the back of her hand as she fought to compose her emotions into some sort of control.  I fought the urge to laugh.

I know.  I’m cruel.  I want to yell in her face how much I told her so.  To scream her naiveness. To crumble to the floor and admit… I understand.

“he left me…” she whimpers as the last shake of her shoulders fall.

She had been sleeping with a new, young doc.  A married one.  From gathered snip-its of conversation, his adultery (or hers) had started in early years of medical school.  I listened to gossip, She ignored it.  She was determined she was different.  He would leave his wife for her.  She would be the difference.  Instead, I found my way to the chair next to hers and listened to the consensual acts between them.

The unfed passion that still lingered…

She told me of their last night together.  It was just last Saturday.  Patient acuity and numbers had been low all shift.  She was going to get to leave early.  She snuck down the back stairwell with her cell phone in hand and sent him a text.  Fifteen minutes later she clocked out for the night, put her stethoscope away, and grabbed her coat and keys.  He was parked next to her and she slid into his passenger door.

He greeted her with the deepest of kisses.  He gently cupped her breast as he nibbled her lip.  He released her and put the car in drive and left the dark parking lot.

He kept his hand on her knee as they left the city behind in a blur of lights.  She rested her head on the headrest as he began to tease her with his fingers rubbing gently along her thigh.  The scenery turned to thickets of trees.  He turned into a closed camping park and eased the car into park killing the engine and opening his door to get out.  Crossing over, he opens her door for her and takes her hand to lead her into the dark.  She felt like a teenager out late after curfew.

He pressed his body next to hers causing her back to mold to the metal of the car.  His mouth was ravenous and hungered for her.  He nipped at her breasts through her clothes before pulling it off over her head.  Her tiny satin bra wet from his attention.  He brought her perky breasts over the thin material and nibbled her swollen nipple.  He opened the back door and pushed her ass to the backseat.  He growled as he continued to strip her scrub pants from her.  He left nothing on her but bra with her breasts spilling out of them.  He pushed one leg up over the passenger seat before taking the seat belt to her ankle and holding her in place.  He did the same with her right.  He smiled malevolently as he eyed her approvingly.  Her pussy glistening in the moonlight.  He smacked his lips as he bent down to take a bite.

She moaned at his mercy as he owned her body.  She drank up every moment.  She whispered to him between gasps and clit nips how much she loved him.  How much she wished she could go to his bed with him and wake up in the morning naked in his arms.  She professed the need to be loved by him.  He looked up from between her legs with his sparkling eyes and smiled.  He smacked her cleft one good hard time before unbuckling his belt and freeing his rigid cock.  He forced himself inside her in one commanding thrust causing her pussy to spasm at the sudden entrance.  She screamed his name until ecstasy overtook her while he grinded between her legs. And once he took from her all he could stand, he pulled his fat sticky cock out and sprayed her belly with his cum….

“He fucked me like a whore and left me,” she said through sniffles.

“Bastard!” I said as I wiped the last tear she’d cry over him.

So, where is your G-spot?  I bet I could find it!  No, that is not pompous confidence…just because I know where it is hiding.

Now this will be a quick sum up since we could write and write all day and just tickle the topic so to speak!

Now, the first trick is learning how you or your mate will  respond to this stimulation.  It could be a feeling so intense that she may not be able to transfer the feelings into enjoyment, but something more uncomfortable.  On one hand, she may not feel it due to the desensitiveness of continued fucking without regard to the female enjoyment….yes, guys, there are some out there that are just for sliding thick cocks in and out of tight pussies.  Or, she is one of the lucky few that can relax enough and enjoy sex so that she gets full benefit of the sneaky little nub.  And, no, it is not that sneaky little nub that is responsible for the female ejaculation…or more commonly called squirting.  The G-Spot and the female prostate is now thought to be two seperate

It is theorized that the g-spot should never be vibrated.  Massaged yes, vibrated no.  I have experimented with both methods, and I must admit, the vibration did nada for me.  Also, another theory of a woman not enjoying the pleasured g-spot is the desensitation I just mentioned.  So, why does everything have vibrating areas.  The important thing not to forget is the clit.  It really likes to be vibrated.  And, many of the better vibrators will have the vibration concentrated in an area that affects the clit the most.

Not everyone knows how to have sex.  This is guys and gals.  Some guys are so happy to hide their meat stick, that they forget the little bits and pieces of the female anatomy.  In and out…in and out…thrust grind bump…does not constitute a healthy g-spot arousal.  Actually that is what makes it go ‘numb’ so to say, the repeated pumping abouse.  And, it is these young women that are just starting having sex allowing the punishiment to the sweet spot.  Now, unknowingly of course.  The couple is just so happy to be doing the dirty.

What to do?  How do you wake the little sleepy head up?

Well, time and attention.  Making your lover aware that every now and then to take it slow.  Turn the vibrator off.  And, explore the female body.  If you have never felt your g-spot out of “not wanting to touch myself”, then get over that!  If you are in a room all alone, what matter does it make?  Trust me, God is busy doing something else….like listening to everyone say OMG!…to be watching you.

Now…the lesson of finding the G-Spot:

The G-Spot actually should be called a crest.  When trying to tell someone to find this ‘little spot’ it is very difficult because it is supposed to an area of tissue of sensitivity.  Now the little trick is, you can’t find the ‘area’ unless you are aroused.  Typically you are told that it is just the area at the top of the vagina past the pubic curve.  Well, it probably will be.  But it takes the engorgement caused by the female prostate to turn on the special spot.  As the prostate that in mingled with the urethra excite and push on the tissue below it, around it…whatever, the texture of the vaginal wall changes in that area, and viola the g-spot or g-crest.  (It will feel more textured than the rest of the vaginal wall and will become spongy when aroused.)  It is easiest reached either on your back or knees.  Just use the pointer and middle finger and caress over the curve of your pubic bone.  Be gentle and enjoy.  Many say that there will be a tiny nub or that they can actually feel a small cord-like area within the textured area.

So, now you can see how the g-spot, mixed with the female prostate, surrounding the urethra all contribute to female ejaculation.  However, that will be another class.

(This was written for enjoyment purposes only with some hint of education.  The views here are mine and should be treated as such.)

The curve of your lip
The soft touch of your finger
Tracing slowly
Over my curves.

                         The whisper
The moan
The little smile
The way the candlelight
reflects from your eyes.

The arch
you cause
The rise of my back

                                                       My breath
it catches

                                                   As you…catch me

The lingering smell
The lasting touch
The burn…no the feel of you
as my body
becomes yours.

As a  puppeteer…your strings cause my body to
Move
Sway
Respond
React

The inside of your mouth
feasting on my sweet flower
devouring the nectar hidden inside.

                  The ripple of excitement
your fingers cause
as you expertly explore my garden.

My body shudders
My petals bloom
As you…you make love
to
me.

*Next: DOTNN: BASTARD!

I can’t help
but think
it

you
me

the hard
wall

cold to
touch

hands
high

hips pressed

cock rigid

pussy wet

intruding

impaling

wrapped
in
your beauty

exploding

hands
down

cum
dripping

hunger
doused

O is for Orgasmically Oral

I heard the crack of fire.  The shadows of the campfire danced on the humble walls of the RV.  I watched him for a moment, then two.  He sat mesmerized by the licking and dancing of the flames.  He sat undisturbed by the flying embers around him.

Slowly he rubbed his hand over his crotch and shifted to make more room for his obviously growing bulge.

I felt something tighten inside me as well.

I had little trouble emerging naked from the covers, since that is the way he had just left me maybe an hour ago.  My pussy still dripped from our mixed juices.  My fingers still trembled at the orgasm that vibrated my core.

I still watched.

The daylight had surrendered to the night.  I could see the moon peeking from the tree tops.  I could smell every pop and crack from the burning log.  And, I could feel the hunger building inside.  I needed more from him.

The lush tree line provided a hidden sanction.  I could see a clearing that waited for me…for us.

I stood for a moment at the opened door.  I know why I just stood.  I wanted him to see me in the outline of the night.  I wanted my curves to be softened and highlighted by the glowing flames.  I wanted his desire to build.  Yes, I wanted to taunt him with my supple skin.  I wanted to be the tease he so playfully whispered into my ear earlier that day.  In fact, I did want him to fuck me, but I wanted him to feel the hunger that was eating at me.

So, I stood there chewing my bottom lip, naked in the moonlight and fireglow feeling the wetness of my yearning building between my legs.

He watches me.

He watches me lean in the doorway.  His eyes sparkle as they meet mine.  He knows my needs, and I know his.  He releases the button fly of his denim pants and allows his starving cock to free.  I admit my mouth started to water the instant I saw him begin to unbutton in eager anticipation to have his thick warmth fill my mouth.  I had to maintain my own stance in making him wait and refuse my desire to fall to my knees in front of him and twirl my tongue on the growing head awaiting the delicious pre-cum.

He still watches.

I stand waiting.

I’m sitting here in a class waiting on my turn to teach. I am being rude and selfish as I stare at my phone missing my naughty ones. Also, I am squirming in my seat from thoughts of my body quivering under the hand of my love. Oh how I wish I had vibrating panties on. I imagine my thighs tightly held together in anticipation of the next bolt. I imagine my husband’s demeanor at work as he controls my ecstasy.

Mmmm…what wonderful vibrations I yearn.

I stepped out of the shower careful not to slip on the marble floor.  The heavy glass door slammed behind me cracking the air like a whip.  My skin tightened as the blast of cold air from the a/c skidded across my skin.  The plush robe covered my nakedness like the soft wisp of a kiss.  I found the bottle of lotion and fed my hungry skin.  I worked precariously from my ankles to my knees up my thighs and then repeated.  I love the smell of the thick liquid velvet glistening into my pores.  I breathe in deeply feeling my senses with the exotic smell before opening the robe enough to apply the lotion to my breast.  Holding one at a time, I caress every inch of skin until I have successfully nourished the ample tissue.

As I perform this post-bath ritual, he watches me.

Sitting on the edge of the perfect bed, he strokes.  His manhood transforms from its natural state to the tumescent rod he holds firmly.

He sits waiting for me to see him.

The mist from the mirror evaporates.   I slowly take my gaze from my teased flesh to meet his eyes in the reflection.  My body aches at the anticipation of being fucked by that body.

His hand steadies his shaft at the base.  His freshly shaven balls gleam with a new sheen of sweat.  I drop the rope in a pile of cotton on the imported floor.

Desire dictated my every next move.

His muscles smooth and skin tanned, my heart raced as I made my way to him.  I felt like the lioness hungry for her prey.  I licked my lips.  I drop to my knees to take him fully into my mouth leaving his cock glistening and slick.  He willingly lays back as I push his shoulders.  His erection bobbing against gravity.  My knees grips his hips as I eagerly lower myself onto him.  His thickness and length causing a quick catch in my breathing.  My body freely accommodating his size.  My breasts bouncing as I find my rhythm upon him.  His hands squeeze and roll my nipples before pinching them mercilessly and resting on my hips.  He helps guide my pace and keep me steady as I feel my orgasm building.  My ass fills his hands as I lean my head back and scream my release…

I DON’T know how long he must have laid there this morning waiting on me to turn to my belly, but he waited.  I felt the dip and give of the bed as he shifted his weight over me. He nestled his knees squarely aside my hips and leaned his fingertips into my flesh.  “Ssshhh,” he whispers.  I simply obey.  I keep my eyes closed as I imagine my skin dimple and dance under his smooth and strong hands.  I feel his cock twitch along the small of my back and his heavy morning testicles tease the top of my rump.  I can’t help but moan as my breath escapes me.

My muscles give as he heats them with his massage.  And my slit moistens as I feel his shaft glide along my back as he bends to my ear leaving a trial of soft morning kisses in his wake.  My skin blazes from his touches.

He works his thumbs in tiny circles while his fingers caress my sides.  One hand leaves me.  I gasp in disappointment as the chill of the air replaces it.  But, disappointment is short lived as he uses the escaped had to run up the back of my knee, thigh, before slipping into the wetness between them.  He brushes my now aching clit before sliding his thick cock deep inside causing my hips to rise from the bed to nestle into his groin.

His hands grip my hips to guide himself deeper into me.  He uses my own slick excitement to tease my puckering asshole.  His thumb pressing and teasing the taughtness before slipping inside adding increased pressure against his cock.  One hand rests firmly into the middle of my back forcing my hip bones flush with the sheets.  As his thrusts increase my own waves of orgasm scream out as my pussy pulsates against him.  And, with one final push burying himself to the hilt, his own explosion of release consumes him and fills me with his cum.

E is for Erotic!

*Soon to come: Erotic Fingers: Erotic Short*

Licks and Nibbles…

Enjoy your day!

xoxo

NN

 I watched her eat the ice cream.  Her petite fingers wrapped daintily around the sugar cone.  Her velvet tongued worked its way around the strawberry mound before dipping into the chocolate.  Tiny drips fell past perfectly painted fingertips.  My mouth watered as I watched her suck each finger clean, and my pussy clamped as He pulled her hand from her mouth.  One by one he slid her fingers into his mouth and across his silky tongue.  I chewed my lip as I felt his silk  and her velvet collide in ecstasy.  My body faught its will to stay in control, fighting the orgasm waiting to leap as I stole their moment as my own.

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.

*WARNING!*

The images below are of ADULT CONTENT and contain nudity of FEMALE and MALE forms.  Please enjoy my erotic picks for some kitchen kinkiness!!

 Licks and Nibbles,

NN

Sexy Thoughts and Delicious Nibbles for your day.

xo

The Diary of the Naked Nurse

(an accompaniment of The Chronicles)

 Picking up extra shifts is never fun, but I had to.  I had to have something to take my mind off of him.  Not hearing from him hurts a part of my soul I didn’t know could hurt.  I shake our last encounter from my mind as I force myself to continue onto the next scheduled task of the night.  Fuck.  I don’t want to do this.

I linger in the equipment closet longer than I should.  It didn’t take me that long to gather the new dressing supplies, but standing over my greasy patient wasn’t something I was looking forward to.

 I scan the neatly organized stock filling a basin as I hear the back exit door open and shut.  Must be someone’s smoke break.  Damn.  If only I smoked I’d get a break every now and then…

I hear the scuffle of and click of shoes again before the exit door opens and shuts.

I recognized those loafers.  Dr.  K.

I counted to ten before I left my little hiding spot and crept out the door after them.  I know I shouldn’t have, but I knew what was behind that door.  A parking lot down and an empty hallway up that led to a sealed, unused door to the roof.  But, it was the little nook and cranny area between the stair levels that were coveted.  I all of a sudden couldn’t help but wonder how many secret rendezvous have been hidden up there.  My breath had been taken in that hallway, my panties soaked.

Slowly I creep through the door and tip-toe up the first level of stairs.  I stay hidden in the shadows and only pause when I can hear the soft whimpers coming from just a few feet away.

I could imagine the scene…

She sat knelt before him ignoring the hard concrete offering her mouth to his hard cock.  I could hear the saliva building in her mouth and lubricating his insistent fucking.  I knew he had her by the pony tail helping to guide her up and down his shaft.  He was both gentle and dominating.  When she sucked him right, you could hear his groans of pleasure.  But, you could hear him growl…. Take my cock.  Don’t let it dangle past your lips!  I want to feel the back of your throat with every thrust!  If you can’t please me with your mouth, then you’ll never please me with your pussy.

I almost felt sorry for Brandy then, but, ehhh.  This was her choice.  Playing cat and mouse with a doctor, you sometimes step on a trap.  You’ll be ok, but it sure the fuck stings for a while.

I returned to my gathered supplies and continue with my work.  Just a couple of more hours.  I catch myself glancing back at the door as my heart continues ache and my mind rewinds memories….  Come for me.  Let feel you shake.  My scrubs around my ankles, his lips next to mine, and his hand fucking me.  I came so hard that he had to keep me from falling.

I heard Brandy come back through the door sniffling.  I watched her duck into the equipment closet to straighten her clothes and wipe her tears.  I guess she didn’t please him.

I know I could…

Sometimes I am asked to write for a contest or as a special “blogger”.  This is one the pieces I did for a dear friend on MySpace.  I was to write a defining moment.  Enjoy.

The Ultimatum
by: The Official Naked Nurse

The soft lap of the water eased itself up and over the concrete steps.  I closed my eyes in the warming embrace of the early summer sun.  My long blond hair fell helplessly over my shoulders barely grazing the ground.  My eyes partly open.

I hear the graze and squeak of the metal gate as it swings open and shut.

He walks in.

I propped to my elbows as he slides into the lounge chair.  I mumble the answer to his question but quickly blushes with embarrassment as he sets his phone down.

Little did I know that I played right in the plan of Destiny.  The Fates.

My legs ached as I recovered from my last sexual encounter.  And, I licked my lips as I drank him in feeling the lightening strike my soul as in answer that my soul mate peered back at me.

Those lips parted.  Muscles rippling. Water dripping down his chest as he climbs out of the pool.

My voice cracked as we spoke.  My heart felt like butterflies were teaching it to fly.  My insides tickled.

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

Our courtship began.

Our dating was quick and powerful.

My “wild oates” haunted our “tomorrow”.

The ultimatum given:

Will you be mine and mine alone?  Or, do have a hidden promiscuous need?  Are you done shuffling the cards of lovers?

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

The choice in other time in my life would have been to take the deck of cards and run.  My defenses when faced with an ultimatum would have made me say no, before him.  But he made me sizzle.  Captivated my core, my soul.

I said yes.

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

Love can find you when you aren’t looking.  Your soul searches for its mate.  All you have to do is be willing to say yes.

I was saved from a path of self destruction.

The shower water pelted down.
My skin vibrated under the gentle dance.

I breathe in heavily the luxuriant scent of my conditioner.
The morning sun waltzes through the curtain.

I hear the dog bark…

I squirm as the soap tickles its way down my back

A cool breeze wafts by.
I turn the hot water handle to the left.
I sigh as the last of the hot water heats through and reddens my skin.

I hear the dog bark.

The shower stops with a pop in the pipes.

A whisper sneaks by.

I know I’m alone.
I heard the garage door go up/and down.
Didn’t I.

The dog stops barking.

As the towel drinks the droplets from my skin, the movement behind the curtains cause a gasp.

I don’t move.

The dog barks again.

The blow dryer heats each strand.
I love the feel as the warmth of the air as it sways the tiny hairs on my neck.

A whisper sneaks by…

I hit the power switch.

Silence shattered by the bark of the dog.

NN

Dear NN,

I’m 20 yrs old and a virgin.

I was wondering if its a good thing that I can jack off 10X in one day and still be able to cum a lot?

What do you think from your perspective? I would ask a dude but idk any that i can talk to about this…

Yours truly,
Buckets of Cum

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

Oh, my dear, Buckets of Cum.  I would first like to say that you are spending way too much time on my website then!  But, I am very thankful!

I know you probably think that you are “odd” for being able to cum that many times in a day and with great amounts, but you are not alone.  Hopefully someone else reading this will admit to be a part of the group, because I know they are out there.  They’ve sent me emails.

However, I’ll throw a couple of reasons out there for ya.  One: your age.  Relish in it!  Two: Hormones.  Relish in it!

Now, go and wash your hands!!!

(You may submit questions by the CONTACT ME tab on the HOME page

or email me @ thenakednurse@yahoo.com)

I sit quietly

Alone.

The house is empty.

 I close my eyes to drink in the moment.

My mind drifts back to you…

My body is cold from the loss of your heated touch.

My lips ache to feel your crush against them.

And, my body shivers in anticipation of your breath on my neck.

Your lingering scent fills me like a thick fog making each movement dream-like.

Aaahhh, but I sit here alone in my precious silence.

xoxo

The Official Naked Nurse

…I came hard.  His cock was buried deep.  I could feel the tip nudge my back walls.  The vibrator was wedged tight between our sexes.  My clit swelled with excitement and my damn burst as my muscles shuddered together.  My cream spilled finding a path and lubricating my ass.

Between society and social networking sites, I have heard an abundance of complaints rooted from one simple question:  What are your New Year resolutions?  I use to be one of those that said, “Why should I make a resolution when I am just going to break it?  Why bring more self-criticism and disappointment onto myself.”

I changed my mind today.

This is the year I put a sincere effort into  the things I want and things I want to see happen.  I’ve taken a too lackadaisical approach and doubted myself for far too many years.  I enjoy writing.  I enjoy writing many different types of genres, but I enjoy erotica the most.  I don’t mind hiding behind pictures.  It lets my words be heard without prejudice to appearances.

I took a big leap today.  I put my blog on Kindle today.  I can’t express the thrill I felt when I saw it download onto my home screen.  I can’t wait to see what 2010 brings for me.  The stories yet to be finished.  The stories yet to be started.  The poetry waiting to be written.

I am honored to have my faithful friends of year’s past with me today and the new friends waiting to be made tomorrow.  The thrilling aspect of Sexy Thoughts and Delicious Nibbles….excite me.

Oh, yeah…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I awoke early this morning.
The moon still lighted the sky
I sat in amazement as the night turned to day
And the tiny rays that peeked into my soul

I watched the dew drop weigh heavy on the branch
And the gentle dance the wisteria swayed to keep from losing its gem

I closed my eyes

The perfect flower lay waiting
It’s petals opening as the warmth trickles in
I could feel the awakening like the stretch of tired arms
Arousing its core

I open my eyes

The sun gathers strength and illuminates
Reaches its own arms to the dew drop
To offer it its gift

With grateful acceptance
The dew drop smiles
The rainbow of colors that seem to play and dance

I smile

I wrap myself in the silken robe
Capturing the last moment of night
and the beginning of day

I return inside as the dew drop falls to the thirsty flower below…

 I felt his breath tickle the back of my neck as he came up behind me.  His arms enveloped me in their warmth and strength.  His hands cupped my full breasts causing a weightlessness in my chest.  I can breathe in deeply, inhaling his scent.  A rich masculine scent. I close my eyes as his thumbs rub over my aching nipples bringing them taut under my thin tshirt. He finds my neck with his mouth and murmurs softly in my ear.  He likes it when I wear my hair up in a messy bun.  My curls bob around my bare neck giving him easy access to nibble.  He turns me gently and brings my mouth to his where his hunger delves deeply.  His passion pours into me.  He leaves my lips searing and throbbing as he traces the front of my neck to my breasts.  He nips and tugs on my nipples through the cotton leaving my shirt wet and my body aching.  He slides one hand up the inside of my thigh pass the hem of my shorts to my bare sex.  He rubs his fingers pass my swollen labia across my screaming clit and whispers… You missed me too.

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The bump of the club’s music drowned out almost any intelligible conversation.  That was good.  My words were nothing but a string of slurs.  I could hear Lady Gaga’s voice in my head as she sings to me.

I wasn’t drinking red wine, but all I could do was dance.  I found it ironic that as she sang “people moving too fast”, I noticed the blur of movement around me.

I could feel strong hands resting on my hips as they moved with me.

My ass nuzzled into his engorged crotch. I felt myself fall free of all restraints and feel my body give into the beat.

And…

That is all I remembered.

…Until later.

I don’t know when the later was, but I remember awakening.I opened my eyes to blackness.  I opened my mouth to muffles.  My arms stiff.  And, my pussy pounded.  As I tried to shake myself awake, I was aware I wasn’t dreaming.

I could feel the heat from the man laying behind me.  His strong hands gripped at my breasts and his cock was buried deep inside me.  His thrusts were deep and forceful.

I began to fight the best I could.  My noises were small coming around the tape but loud enough for him to hear me.

“Oh, good.  You’re awake.”  He tells.

Good I’m awake?  What the hell?

He slides his cock out of my pussy and tells me, “I wanted you to be awake for this.”

I struggle to free my hands.  I could feel what I could only assume as cable ties keeping my wrists behind my back, and around my ankles too.

I listened to the noises around me.  My mind was as smokey as my hair smelled.

The bar.

Panic set in as I realized what was happening.  I had been kidnapped.

And, I was being raped.

I could tell that I had been fucked.  Between my legs were wet and sticky.

At that time, I heard the pop of a bottle and the squeeze sound gel makes leaving its container.  The man behind me began rubbing my tightened asshole.  He managed to slip two lubed fingers inside me despite all my efforts.  “Relax, Doll Baby.  I’ve been waiting for this.  I wanted you to be awake for the best part.”

My mind began thinking many things at once.  He had called me Doll Baby.  Not Hannah.  Hannah was my birth name and my ‘real world’ name. Only my boss calls me that along with the other co-workers and business professionals I deal with, until they get to know me.  My friends all call me Doll Baby.

This fucker knew me.

My eyes begin to tear behind the scarf.  I could still feel the alcohol swimming in my veins.  I had to think.  Think. Think.

As I began to squirm around the bed to at least work the scarf off, everything stopped.

I felt as if a branding rod was shoved through my core.  The stinging as my ass stretched over his thick cock took my breath away.  I could hear him moaning his enjoyment behind me.  Then the stinging stopped.  A faint whiff of benzocaine filled my nose.  I had to giggle at myself for thinking in this absurd predicament that I was at least impressed he had used desensitizing lube.

He continued to work his cock in and out of my ass.  He held onto the cable tie at my wrists to keep me on my side.  He was considerably stronger than me in this position.  I felt queasy.  But, I couldn’t ignore the meaty tumescence that pumped my bottom as I continued to try and scream.

The room echoed.  His hand caught my left ass cheek.  I could feel the sting and heat immediately.  He rubs his handprint before landing another blow.  He whispers to the back of my neck, “Relax.  I’m not going to hurt you.  I’m just going to fuck you.”

Holding me tight, he sits me up into his lap as he swings our legs over the bed.  The door opens and shuts.  “Good.”  A new voice says.  “She’s awake.”

A warm hand strokes the side of my face.

“Are you scared?” His deep southern voice asks.

I shake my head yes.

“I’m going to pull the tape off.  Please don’t scream.  And, I’m sure, every time you try to move your legs away his cock goes deeper.  So, Doll Baby, I want you to sit there like a good girl.”

I felt the coolness of a wet cotton ball slide under the edge of the tape.  I could smell the rubbing alcohol.  He was dissolving the adhesive of the glue.  So far, I wasn’t being physically hurt; I had to admit.

As soon as my lips were free, my voice broke into sobs asking, questioning, demanding answers.  Why was I here.  Why were they doing this to me.  Knowing the buzz of the night still lingered, my thoughts were sober.

The owner of the Southern drawl found my lips with his.  His tongue forced his way in and withdrew quickly as my teeth began to nip anything of his I could find.

I began to think that was a mistake.

I was yanked so quickly from his friend’s cock that I heard the pop as he left my ass. My breasts and tummy pressed firmly into his knees and thighs as I felt my head dangle towards the floor.  I was instantly reminded of a naughty lass being punished by daddy.

However, reality set in as his large hand alternated from ass cheek to ass cheek. He continued to reprimand me for misbehaving as I lay sprawled in his lap as a 6 year old with feelings of sexual awareness mixed with my 26 year old body.

My pussy involuntarily tightened and moistened.

I heard him growl to his friend to cut loose my legs.

There must have been a look of uncertainty because my spanker ensured him I would behave.

I felt the plastic leave my ankles.  He spread my legs apart with one of his opening my holes up to the cool air of the room.

As he held my arms over my head, he continued to manipulate what had become very tender skin with the skilled slap of his hand.  His friend was eager to delve into my sensitive folds.  My asshole was still open from his intrusion.  My pussy became stretched…and wet…as I felt him fill me with his four fingers.

My body continued to betray my mind.

My pussy clamped around his thrusting fingers.

My body thundered with each blow.

“She’s ready,” He stated with a voice of power.  A voice not accustomed to argument.  And he was ready.  I could feel his groin stiff and ready against my belly.

***
My fate was determined without my consultation.  I was going to be fucked.  And, these two were going to be the cocks that fucked me.

He pushed me to my feet so fast I was dizzy.  I smelled again the familiar smell of rubbers and heard that familiar pop of the cock being covered.  Then, the moan of the mattress as his weight rocked the bed.

“Doll Baby, you are going to stradle my legs and mount me. Your sweet little pussy is going to sit on my cock like I am your lover just coming home from war.  I want to feel your tightness swallow me.”

I felt his friend guide my hips to his knees bent on the bed.  My hands dangled helplessly as the small of my back.  Once my skin touched his, one hand left my right hip and grabbed the tie around my wrists and continue to push me forward.

“Climb on the bed,” he whispered into my hair.  “I’d hate to have to spank you again so soon.  And, I will use the wooden paddle.  By the look of your ass right now, I wouldn’t chance the bruises.  However, I wouldn’t mind in the least to see you bleed…a little,” he hissed more than whispered this time.

I spread my knees and climbed onto the bed.  I could feel the heat from his thighs as mine crossed over.  I could feel his full testicles and hard manhood.  I couldn’t help but gasp as his thickness rubbed against what I could not deny was my swollen clit.  And then he was inside me.  My pussy stretched to meet his width.  I was determined to remain mute.

But, a slight moan escaped my lips.  I couldn’t recall my pussy being filled with such size.

“That’s it…open up for me.  You think you are full now.  You have no idea how full you
can be.”  He sings to me as his hands hold my hips to rock and sway me over his as his
friend cups and pinches my breasts.  His friend finds my mouth and I let him kiss me.  As pissed as I was, I was beginning to feel safe.  Even though I couldn’t see.

“That’s it, Doll Baby.  Take me deep.”  He growls.

“Sweet pussy isn’t it?”  The other interjects.  His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.  He must have been the one to fuck me while I was out.  Bastard.

I subconsciously tuned their voices out.  It was frustrating enough that my body was betraying me.  I knew what I should be doing.  And, I knew what I always thought I would do.

Fight. Kick.  Scream.  Spit.  Anything to keep their vile dicks from intruding on my sex.

Yet, here I was riding his cock almost now willfully.  I just could not make myself ignore
how wonderful my body was beginning to feel.  The warmth of his hands on my hips as he rocked me over his body and then the tease on my nipples from the other.  I began to ignore that I remained restrained behind my back.

I dug deep to find my inner strength.  My pride.  I could here my voice cry out to them,”Who are you!!??  How do you know me?”

“Oh, Doll Baby.  Don’t worry.  We know all about you.  We know what Barbie you played with when you were 8.  We know you started your period at 13.  We even know who you fucked at
your ‘Sweet 16′ birthday party.”

Tears welled up once more.  My emotions were in a tsunami for a lack of better words.  I was more frightened at his references and then terrified as my pussy so eagerly yearned to be fucked.  I could feel my nipples hard and rigid.  Every sense was heightened.

I couldn’t help but scream.

That’s when I could feel him move us in the bed.  His friend continued to hold my hands with one hand and move to hold my face in the other.  I leaned my flushed cheek into his palm as my core continued to take thrust after thrust.

And…

That’s when pain shook my body…

…To pleasure.

***

My body screamed as I felt my delicate ass engulfed by the other’s cock.  My voice echoed
against the walls.

He muted me quickly with the taste of a leather ball.  He was hasty with the buckle as my hair tangled.

I HATE my hair pulled.

Angry, I twisted.

Hungry, they fucked me.

I felt both cocks fight for unison as they found their rhythm.

I chewed the ball forced into my mouth as lightening shot throughout my body.

Pleasure began to creep and crawl from my toes up.

As I fought my building orgasm…he spoke.

“Hannah, love, I have waited for this day.  Your words throughout the years have brought me many fantasies as I filtered through your letters to find yours.  I watched your long blonde hair grow…your braces come off.  I’ve seen your old birthday invitations stored in shoe boxes….  I know your favorite smell of summer.”

I began to sob as his words processed in my brain, down to my heart.  “Michael?”

“It’s time,” he said.

My scarf was slid down.  The gag loosened.  The room was dark except for a tiny night-light in the corner.  I recognized the room except for one thing.  It wasn’t mine.  It was identical except for the furnishings.

I fought hard to catch my breath as I was stretched and fucked beyond comprehension.  I
cringed as I continued to accept two cocks at once.  Double penetration was something I
surely only fantasized about.

But…I’ve seen this room.

As I felt the cable holding my wrist release, I arched back to meet His eyes.

“Terry?” I gasped.

“Oh, Doll Baby, cum for us….” One moaned.

EPILOGUE
of
The Taking of Hannah
The Fetish Series: Submissive Dance

The waitress came by and filled up our coffee cups. She was kind of enough to ignore our
exhausted expressions.  Being up 36 hours tends to have an affect on a person.  But, I would have gladly stayed up a 36 hours more.

Michael and Terry set across from me.

Terry was my room mate’s brother.  He lived three doors down at our town house complex
held for him by our widowed landlord of a Vietnam Vet.  His best friend…brother if I didn’t know better…Michael, sat next to me with his hand caressing my thigh.

I was 16 the last time I saw them both, 10 years ago.  They were 21.  I stood with Bella as she watched Terry, her brother and protector, and Michael step onto the terminal of Southwest airlines in their GI fatigues.  I held her hand as we blew kisses and waved good-bye.

I cried as I feared Afghanistan would claim their lives.  I vowed to be their pen-pal.  I kept my promise.  And through heartache and celebrations, I wrote them.  I shared intimate
moments and cried on the stationary I sent them.

But, here I sat in overwhelming orgasmic afterquakes as a grown women searching their
experienced eyes.

“Hannah, you have brought many a sleepless nights slumber.  Your scent and innocence has brought despair to comfort.  I couldn’t do for Bella what I know we can only offer to you.”  Michael softly spoke.

“Which is?”  I barely choked out.

“Us.”  Terry confidently added.

I searched their eyes back and forth to seek the truth.  It was Terry to succumb his eyes first, and it was Michael that spoke as he slid a large blue box across the table.  I eyed the black ribbon suspiciously.

“We displayed our act of loyalty in giving you one of your guiltiest of fantasies last night.  Saturday night…we make you ours and vow to protect and care for you.  Now, you will give us ours.  Are you ready?”

With that he gracefully got up and left.  I sat alone at the small table with this beautiful box.  I pulled the bow and removed the lid.  Inside was a beautiful spandex dress with a zippered front, matching thigh highs, garters, and a new pair of 3 inch stilettos.

The card read….

Midnight.
Saturday.
Our table as last night.

In hopeful SUBMISSION,
Sir Michael…and Terry.

I close my eyes as finally the tears of suppression leak forward.  I remember the boom of the music from the night before.  I remember the relief as I watched them walk through the
door thinking I must be seeing ghosts.  I remember my relenting as their hands touched me and nuzzled softly inside my neck kissing gently as I swayed to the music…

…The end?

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I pick my book up

NOTHING.

The story line

FLAT.

The characters

REPEATS.

The sizzle

DOUSED.

Where is the hero?
Where is the saviour?
Where is my Knight in shiny armor?

Doeth he sail the seven seas?
Doeth his kickstand weigh on the pavement?

Does his heart show on the sleeve?

But, page after page, my hero never arrives.

I imagine strong-willed,
cock in hand
Yearning
Wanting
Stroking

Anticipating the welcoming of his heroine’s  pussy.

My pages flip.
The swish of page 126 as it passes to 127.
My heart races as the words materializes.

Is this the chapter where HE pulls HER into his arms?
Is this the page where he confesses his deepest darkest desires?
Is this where she holds her breath waiting to say I Love You Too?

No

As the words blur and blend.
I know I’ve read this story before.
Another title
Another author
Another bent spine.

I close the cover and touch the smiles on the cover.

It’s time I create my own story
Write the words I wish to read.

The Naked Nurse©
2009

I looked in the mirror this morning.
I could almost feel the mist evaporate around me
as the fog cleared.
My eyes searched for the curves of my youth
…the body of sinuous desires
…the carnal tease I prided
…the silent hunter

My eyes stared unfocused
My mind clouded…insisting

Mirrors

Never

Lie

The mirror stood mockingly
and
warped
I gasped at the fear of being lost in a fun house.
My hands roamed over my naked frame.
I could feel the silky smooth
the gently curves
the heavy breasts
the perky hard nips

I squinted in a vain effort to clear the mirror

(I swear I heard it laugh.)

…to clear the swirl of sliding watercolors holding my figure in
place.

As he touches me.
Warming my sex with his fingers
caressing my soft mounds
taking a moment where my waist dips atop my hips.

He pulls my hair aside and kisses the spot right in the middle of my
neck.

I suck my breath in and close my eyes…

I looked into the mirror.
I could feel his breath tickle the tiny hairs from under his lips.
I could see me…
my curves…
The beautiful seduction he loves.

Mirrors never lie.

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All Rights Reserved
Not to be copied without consent

Eating for Three

His mouth swallows my flower.
I feel his fingers thrusting,
sliding in out of my wetness.
My mind envisions another’s mouth
wandering the perked peaks.
Their hands grasping, tugging, pinching.
Their warm tongue teasing.
As my core tightens and moans,
my body feels the touch of another.
As HIS fingers and breath tease my growing desire,
my body ignites.
HIS sastisfying swirls
Their magnificent nibbles
Leave erotic traces across my soul.
Is it his cock in my mouth or
her breast taking my breath away?
I feel their hands as
HIS takes the prize.

The Naked Nurse©
2009
All rights reserved
No coping without MY permission

My name is…

Sexual
 
immoral

creature
                             of the night.

Legs spread
  w  i  d  e
accepting
inviting
the WEAK
the UNBELIEVER
the NEEDY

My scent will intoxicate
HYPNOTIZE
as my
STRENGTH
devours
milks
steals
the crumbled
SOUL
so willing
to
lap at the nectar
of the
FORBIDDEN
the deviant
the succubus.

All Rights Reserved
©The Naked Nurse
2009

My wine glass is empty. I stumble to the kitchen to replenish my goblet.  The Shiraz gurgles and splots as it fills the glass haven.

I can taste the wine still on my lips…The purple goodness that has clouded my brain.

I make my way back to the plush recliner.  I settle back in with remote in one hand and the grape poison in the other…My eyelids close.

I arouse with a start….

Her hand slowly moves up my thigh.  I can barely see her.  How did she get in…did I not hear the doorbell?

Her hair is long and barely visible through my foggy eyes…how long had they been closed?

I feel her caress my inner thighs with her silky fingers…barely noticing her long fingernails.

I make an effort to get up…to protest, but a simple ease back to the cushion softens my rejections.

I know I know her. I recognize her sweet smell, a scent of romance and play after a summer rain.

As her fingers tease the outer lips of my sweet spot…her pouty lips press into mine.  I taste my own wine as her tongue darts and dances.

Oh…I feel her barbell circle my mouth.  The smooth metal teasing my senses, igniting my fantasies.

Her hands leave my thighs for the momentary release of my nightshirt.

She pushes it high to my shoulders, leaving my breast naked to her touch.

Without any hesitation, she suckles my nipples as to curb starvation….causing every hair on my body to marry with one another leaving my skin tight.

Her tongue ring circles my own piercings…hearing a soft clank. Her tongue slides into my dainty hoop…pulling at my nipple causing immediate arousal and electricity.  My hardened buds squeezes my own metal causing my pussy to moisten and my body to moan with desire!

Fingers thrust upwards into my sugar walls searching for my G-spot.

Soft nibbles on my fleshy mounds…followed by tugs and swirling teases from her tongue over my soft pink circles.

I force my pussy tight around her fingers as I begin to buck upwards…her thumb working over my swollen clit.

I climax with such force she has to fight to keep her delicate fingers deeply hidden between my juicy lips. I can feel myself begin to drip around her hand.

As she continues to tease my pulsating pussy, her velvety pierced tongue makes it way back into mouth leaving behind a trail of metallic sensations and vibrations.

She kisses me deeply with an intense passion…whispers bye…and exits in the same fog she entered….

Written by: The Naked Nurse
www.theofficialnakednurse.com

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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

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