Ever had a fetish? Don’t lie.

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

What’s your fetish?

Introducing: The Fetish Series.

Virginal Blood

“I can’t”, she stated.

“Sure you can,” he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mine…be mine. Won’t you trust me?”

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

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

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

I Can’t…

I can’t

breathe.

I can’t

think.

I can’t

close my eyes.

I can’t

watch.

I can’t

turn away.

I can’t

speak.

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

I can’t

breathe.

©Naked Nurse
www.theofficialnakednurse.com
2008

I watch….

Moist
Soft
Slippery

I watch my pouting nether lips.

Lonely
Begging
Luring

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

I watch.

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

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

I watch.

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

I watch.

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

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

I watch.

Aaaahhh, a mirror never lies!

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

©Naked Nurse
2008

LUST

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

The softness
The warmth
The desire

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

Her eyes beckon
pierce
sear

She leaves me
speechless
yearning
wanting

Waiting

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

Naked Nurse©
2008

Me….

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

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



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

Compassion
Dedication

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

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

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

Me.


Naked Nurse

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

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

“It’s fine.” he reassures me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, ” I hear a whisper back.

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