I sat amongst scattered papers.  I felt the tears begin to dry on my cheeks only to be replaced by fresh ones spilling over from tired eyes.  I found a tiny treasure trove.  In the hopes of rearranging storage to create more, I found a ziplock bag filled with torn, worn, tattered pages.  The fading of the words in pencil mirrored my memory of most of them.

I pulled the papers gently from inside and read the emotions written there.  Poems and thoughts so long ago written.  So much love, despair, and confusion.  I read the words of a young girl longing for friendship, love, acceptance.  I read of so much hurt and regret.

Scattered memories became clear among those scattered papers.  I could see myself sitting cross-legged on my twin bed staring out the window blaring music into my ears from the beloved headphones gifted to me from my mother.  The same mother I had just called “Bitch” two faded pages ago.  Age 12.

Tears threatened again as more pages turned.  “A Small Child’s Picture”.  The dried tear stains in the margin beckon the memories of heartache and desolation.  “From Within”.  The overwhelming fear and pain stab me straight to the heart again as it did when my 17 year old hand penned it.  Love lost, found, forgotten.  It all was hidden and closed in this yellowed plastic bag.

Facing “Skeletons in the Closet” now is much easier than 19.  Sharing those skeletons with “Eyes of Brown” was “Liquid Love”.  I gasped as I saw my life around me.  My head throbbed and my heart pounded.  I just sat there and sobbed as I read again my words of 13, “I Miss My Daddy”.

I wipe away the sadness and replace the papers.  I slide the lock closed and stand to stretch.  I open up my laptop and wait for her to finish warming up.  I browse through the documents hidden there.  I can’t help but smile.  I open a new document and begin typing.  My fingers tingle and my mind hums. As “My Pussy Quivers” teases my soul.

Hello my dear Naughty Ones!  I wanted to stop in and say hello.  Not in a story or poem, but just a little one on one.

I wanted to tell you how special you are to me.  Knowing that someone enjoys, just a little, at what makes me smile the most is exhilarating!

Many of you have found the “ABOUT ME” section and learned that I am a proud mother of the most fantastic two boys alive today, a wife of over 16 years, and a critical care nurse.

I stay very busy with my young ones (ages 9 and 7), but enjoying the world of erotica with you is… simply stated, orgasmic.  Being able to indulge in a  single moment of decadent debauchery makes me squirm in my seat.

I believe communication and education is the key to a healthy sexual relationship.  A healthy life.  I’m a tool for you.  Utilize me.  Is there a question I can answer?  A theme you would like to see?  A specific request?  Mind you, I will ignore rudeness and disrespect.

Email me with your deepest secrets.  Your desires.  Trust me, cum and play.

thenakednurse@yahoo.com

Hello, Naughty Ones.