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.

©The Naked Nurse
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