That strand
the one in the
Candlelight
It teases your
eyelashes
with your every
Blink

I fight my urge
to gently run
my finger
down the length
of that blonde strand

My fingertips wait
patiently
for their turn
to trace your
angelic face

To feel the
softness of your
lips
cheeks
neck

But
that strand
that dances with
your every glance
melts my will
as every drop
of wax slides
down

I can smell the leather…

Can you?

I can smell the desire…

Can you?

Can you feel their breath on your neck?

…their hands upon your flesh.

Thank you all for your wonderfully delicious support.  Your patience when

my life gets busy, your messages when I’m away, your sticky sweet orgasms.

Many licks… and remember, Sexy Thoughts and Delicious Nibbles.

xoxoxo

NN

Message me at: thenakednurse@yahoo.com

]]> http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=119 http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?p=117 http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?p=117#comments Fri, 27 Aug 2010 14:58:22 +0000 nakednurse http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?p=117 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.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep outside.  The weather was perfect. The sun had lost the sinister blaze of the summer and just warmed my skin.  The breeze licked any remaining heat away. I stepped from the shade to the sunlight and felt it lull me into a trance.

My carefully prepared lounge chair waited.  I untied my bikini top and tossed it carelessly to the ground.  I was only outside to clean the pool and wore just a small pair of shorts.  What the hell.  Glancing around quickly, the shorts land in a colored bunch of cotton next to my top. I nestle easily into my chair and soak in the sounds around me.  The sun on my bottom and lower back is delicious. The chirp of the locusts is hypnotic, and I fall asleep.

I dreamt…

I dreamt of you.  You running your hand up my thigh.  Your gentle fingertips teasing my skin.  I felt you as you outlined the curve of my ass.  I could almost hear you whisper my name.  Your breath brushes my neck, trials between my shoulder blades, teases my rump before reaching my nether lips.  My body shivers waiting for more.  Waiting for the dream to continue…

The beginning adventures of the naughty tree of learning

The temptation of innocence

the desire to taint the clean

the lure of perfection to

the path of evil

the hunger to taste

to nibble

to consume the forbidden

to feel the sweetness coat

your devilish ways.

xoxoxo

~NN~

]]> http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?feed=rss2&p=115 http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?p=114 http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?p=114#comments Wed, 11 Aug 2010 15:57:31 +0000 nakednurse http://theofficialnakednurse.com/blog/?p=114 I watched the couple next door this morning.  I sat quietly on my front porch swing sipping my morning coffee.  I was careful to not sway the swing and cause it to squeak.  I wanted to remain hidden behind the big spruce tree with its skeleton like limbs dangling from the trunk.

They were at her car.  She was barely dressed in a worn thin t-shirt and undies and him in his boxers. They were fighting.  Horrible words spewing from perfectly formed lips.  I could hear the passion in each insult and intimacy in each sob.

Someone was accused of cheating.  Who cheated first?  Each was accusing the other, demanding their secret lover’s name.

My gasp was almost audible as her finger flew towards my house and pointed straight where I was sitting, hiding.

“THAT WHORE? THAT WHORE THERE?  YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING HER?”  Disbelief echoing.

I slide lower on my seat.  Smiling.  We’ve never fucked.  I’ve never had the desire to rip his clothes off and ride his cock till my legs turned to jell-o.  But, I wouldn’t mind tying him to my bed right now and torture him until his cock is ready to explode just to find out how I was brought into this fight.

“NO!” he argues back.  “I jus…. ” he stammers back.

“You just what?!  You just have her pictures in your room, on your computer for what?  Cum stains on the walls and carpet.  God knows what you and her have done in that bed!  I can’t believe that I just got off of that bed after you JUST FUCKED me!  Your naughty dick sliding in and out of me.  I bet you thought nothing of her, huh?”

She grabs his crotch and cups his balls.  I can see him pleading with her and trying to reason his way out of her hold.  I can’t hear all that he is saying, but I know I am in involved.  His eyes dart towards me.  I’m a little intrigued and wish I could get closer.  I do fear that she would come and kick my ass right now if she knew I was there.  I wonder if he realizes how unbelievably sexy she is right now.  Her eyes are blazing and her lips plump.  Her hair still tousled from their last trump in the bed.  He leans in and whispers in her ear. She lets go of his groin and steps back.  The fire was dancing in her eyes.

She gestures at me again, “SHE’S TEACHING YOU WHAT?  THE SIGNS OF A SLUT?”

I really don’t want to giggle, but the absurdity is ridiculous.  I don’t know what pictures he could possibly have of me.  Cum stains, that I can understand.  I’ve seen him rub the bulge in his pants around me before.

He steps back and a little closer to me.  She moves opposite him like some fucked up dance.  Finally he gets her backed up against the car before I can hear him growl to her, “She’s teaching me how to FUCK YOU! And, I think you like the pay-offs from my lessons.  You want to talk about sluts, you are my little slut.  If it wasn’t for her I would never have known the ways to make you beg for me to fuck your ass.  To slide my cock so far in you could taste my cum.  You like it when I spank your clit too.”  I can see the flush in her cheeks.  He closed the distance and his body is pressing on hers.  His boxers stretch as he hardens.  She stands there speechless as he pulls her hands to the top of the car and spins her around.  Her breasts smash against the window as he holds her in place.  His hard cock jutting up and down out of his boxers.  He runs his hands under her panties and against her slit.  He places his fingers in her mouth… “You still taste me, don’t you?”  He spreads her ass cheeks and drives right in.  She screams out and yells… “YOU FUCKER!”

He only hesitates a moment before he smacks her ass.  “You won’t talk to me like that, again.”

For some reason I felt proud at that moment.  I knew what game he was playing now.  He fucked her hard against her car.  And, when he came, he came all over her cherry red ass cheeks before letting her turn around.  He ripped open her t-shirt exposing her perky breasts to the morning air.  He bent down to suck and nibble.  She sucked in her breath as she began to tremble.  I knew she had to be aching for her own release, but would he give it to her?

He releases her breasts leaving them taught and hard.  He was fighting hard not to fuck her again on the car.  He finally instructs her to go inside… “Be a good Pet and start the water.  Then, the next one that cums will be you, all over my face.”

I almost felt deflated that no one else was around to witness.  I couldn’t help but find that I was wet and wanting fucked after watching.

I wonder when he is going to tell her that we’ve never fucked?

Slipping into Sexy

the pull of the strings

the tightening of the lace

the stretch of the leather

the caress of your lover’s hand

as the final bow is tied.

Slipping into Sexy

the crisp play of the fabric

as it dances against strong thighs

the snap of the buckles securing 

hidden treasures.

To Touch

To Tease

To Tempt

 To test the boundries

To Express

To Explore

To Enjoy

 To Tantalize

To Desire

 To Play

To Dare

To Fantasize

 To Escape

To Beckon

To Slip…

into Sexy.

I love passing the couples all snuggled in the front seat and glowing in love.

I love passing the couples snuggled in the backseats.

I love my imagination stripping them naked…

Hands against the windows
Hair tousled and sweaty
Clothes impatiently opened
Breasts eagerly fondled, sucked
Cock throbbing against denim
Seizing the passion
Feet braced on the seat
Skin to skin
Slickness beckoning

Aahhh, the steam on the windows
And the sex on the seat.

Bondage:

taboo

 How can one word illicit fear?

 When total control is not lost,

but won.

The beauty seen and freed.

 Trust and submission

 is realized as the body and soul

opens its doors for

total sexual satisfaction

and delicious, delicious pleasure.

 xoxoxo

~NN~

I see the lust in your eyes
the wanton desire to rip cloth from flesh

To press my nakedness against the bed
and capture waiting lips with yours

You pain at images of fingers
sliding into slippery folds
from the stolen moments behind closed doors
With relief only coming as I make you mine

Smooth as silk
Silky smooth
Bathe me in your love

Restrain me with your passion
Seduce me with your desire
Make me drip

Turn my body into a
worshiped instrument
Make me say your name.