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