Her pale blue eyes
hypnotizing
pulling me in
and warming my chill
My groin tightens
and heats
as her touch whispers
against my skin

A butterfly

Delicate
graceful
beautiful

Her scent
alluring

My manhood
throbs
aches with
anticipation
as her desire
glistens
for me

Her legs
spread
open
wanton

Taught nipples
pucker
invite

Her skin
infallible

Her lips
sin

Then

I slide
into
Heaven.

Butterflies and Firecrackers

I stripped my grungy scrubs from my weary body.  My body aches in a way that is new to me.  My day had been grueling and long…sweaty and intense.  As I patiently cared for my critically ill patients, my core is being physically exhausted, leaving only a mental vividness of my lover’s arms.

My ceil blue tendered uniform lays crumpled at the foot of my full length mirror.  I inspect the curves of my body…the feel of my hips…the supple curve of my breasts.  The tiny barbells protrude from my areola posing pressure on my nipples.  I am aware of the sensation as I bend down to peel my panties off.

I hear my lover coming in, slowly closing the door. I hear the thud of his shoes hit the closet with a thump.  His keys tossed into the sharp mahogany valet.

My pussy moistens…

I long for the feel of his manhood next to me…his lips tantalizing mine.

I hear the creak of his leather chair resonate up the empty stairwell…the same emptiness my heart felt after being away all day.  I want to wrap my tan legs around him and trap his cock next to mine.

…And that is what I am going to do!

My butterfly lies helplessly in the floor.  Its wings helplessly void of vibration.

I pick up the thin black straps and gingerly step into them.  Securely positioning my hip bones to be the handle to keep my fluttering friend in place, I retrieve the remote. 

Ummmmmm…..batteries are good as a vibrating chill runs up my spine.

Easing my way down the stairs with my breasts naked and only my butterfly hiding my sweet spot, I feel as if I am dancing to my lover’s seat.  His head turns as my body infiltrates his peripheral vision.  A smile covers his face.  My desires evident as lust flickers in my eyes.

I waste no time as I climb on top of him blocking his  computer screen.  My legs interlock. As his mind comprehends the spontaneity of this moment, I slowly kiss him.  Leaving no questions of my devilish needs for him, my hips begin a soft tango.  My juices lubricate my delicate purple friend that separates my sex from his building bulge.

Ohhhhh, I can feel that cock harden.  My body begins to scream for more.

With a free hand, I turn on the vibrating body.  My love button responds and swells and the butterfly sends rivets of electricity through me.  His chair aids in the gentle rocking motion my weight creates.  As he sits in awe, I rock on his cock until my butterfly is flying on its highest speed.  His hands are secured on the hand rests by the gentle restraints of my own.  My breasts hang hungrily just within reach.

And I cum.

A thunderous clap echoes my soul and juices explode filling the emptiness of the day.  My body trembles.  I sit upon his lap as waves of victory wash my body over…and over….and over.

Happy Independence Day, America!!

Thank you troops for all you do!

I wasn’t strong enough to devote my life to protect strangers.

To risk my life.

To be without my family.

I clutch my heart in fear for you, those in service.

Those reliving nightmares,

Those that lost all after giving all.

Thank you.

 Explosive moments to

Spectacular memories…

I wish you all a wonderful day!

xoxo

~NN~

 As my knees hit the floor I winced.  I tried not to let her see my pain, but my eyes deceived me.  Tears slowly began to escape and moisten my cheek.  She circled me slowly as I sat propped on my heels.  She ran her riding crop up the middle of my back.  My body obviously trembling.

She loosened the strings of my bodice allowing me to take in a deeper breath and giving my breasts room to spill out of their own prison.

“Oh, Bella.”  Mistress sighed as I heard the creak of her leather pants as she knelt down behind me.

“Bella, Bella, ” she continued as she ran her hand up the back of my neck into my hair.  She held a fist full of my soft locks tightly as she bent my head backwards. 

She pierced my eyes with hers, but at the same time melted my heart when she spoke.

“I am very upset with you.”  She began.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you understand why?” she questioned.

“Yes, Mistress, I broke your rules.”  I confessed.

“Yes, Bella, you broke rules, but you have strained my trust as well.  Today, my love, you will be punished by my leading hand.  You will relinquish your weaknesses and in trade you will gain obedience.  Your actions last night may have been permissible, had you asked.  But, to stay in my house, you must obey me as I obey Master.  Is this clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.  My flesh is yours to use to strengthen my soul for you.  I ask your forgiveness, Mistress. 

My mouth screaming for the taste of her lips.  I could smell her sweet breath so teasingly close.  As if knowing my desires, she ran the tip of her black leather crop over my parched mouth.  She released my hair leaving the base of my head tingling from the tightness.  Mistress reaches over to the table and swings open the door.  With the leather still on my lips, I knew not to move.

Within seconds, I felt the familiar feel of the rope cross my wrists.  She expertly tied my hands in place.  I knew this was going to be a long day, but deep down I was excited.  I had Mistress all to myself.  Her luscious body and velvet tones were only meant for me today.  Even though I was being punished, I feared I strayed purposefully.  My soul ached for a leader in my misfit life.  As I sat there writhing in my restraints, my body writhed to be her Pet…her slave.

“Up!” she demands, snapping me back to the moment.  I stand and wait.  I know I have earned a spanking, a flogging if you will, but how and when is the mystery.  Mistress leads me to the polished spanking block.  Oh, how I wished to be stretched across her bed instead.  Lying with my bosom pressed against the angry wood and my cheek pressed flat, I hunger to peek in the long mirror in my distance.

“Uh-uh, Bella, turn your head.”  She says in an almost mimic.

I turn to lie on my right cheek which causes a slight strain in my lower back.  I try to wiggle just enough to ease the tense muscle but I immediately stopped in my selfish thoughts as Mistress’s red paddle smacks hardly against my ass cheeks.  A small groan escapes out of surprise and the intense sting from paddle.  Mistress instructs me lay higher on the block.  I try to inch my way closer to the end, and still closer.  I feel the edge of the wood beginning to press into my hip bones when she tells me, “Good, there.”

I feel my ass perched high in the air.  She gently kicks the inside of my ankles to spread my stance.  I feel the hardness of the paddle as she traces the inside of my legs, up my thighs, and across my nether lips.  She rests her left hand in the small of my back and prepares again to deliver another blow.  As I feel the sensations from the rich oak against my skin, I couldn’t help but watch Mistress’ ass tighten and relax as her displeasure released onto my bottom. 

 With each pop of the paddle…sometimes hard…sometimes harder…I watched her ass.  I could almost taste the nectar that hid under her leather.  Laying there stretched out for my bad behavior I couldn’t stop imagining Mistress’ bottom high in the air, my hands separating her ass cheeks wide, and diving into her sweet holes. 

Mistress had mastered the art of spanking, in my opinion.  I could never guess what, where, or how the next strike would lie.  And, at times, it was much more than I thought I could bare.  But, this time, Mistress did not seem to mind my guttural moans. The look of pleasure in her eyes as she watched my ass redden and whelp in front of her simply delighted me.

I counted a dozen slaps to my rear.  I could feel the rush of blood as it heated the marks.  With her hand still on my back, she grabbed the back of my thong tightly causing my pussy over the sides of the black material.  Kicking my feet further apart short of the point of no longer balancing on them, Mistress words flowed over me like honey. 

“Aaahh, my Bella, your ass.  Your pussy…..her words paused as she rubs one cheek then boldly brings her hand down sharply surely leaving an imprint…So beautiful.”  Again, she rubs to find the perfect spot before bringing her hand down sharply.  “Do you not find mine to your liking?”  She humbly asks before the third hand print emerges.

“Yes, Mistress, I insist that all I can think about is your perfect body.  And how I await your wish for me to taste you and please you.”

“Then why…. a loud smack echoes throughout and I let out a cry as I let the latest hit sink in….then why did you find it necessary to dance with that woman?”

When I didn’t answer right away, Mistress continued.  But, my pause only increased the length of my spanking.  “Are you so weak that you will dance with any woman, or man, that asks you?  I told you you would always be tested until you can prove your fidelity to me.  I felt you had earned an evening out.  Out by yourself.  I gave you instructions.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whimper as the weight of the evening crashes on me and Mistress resumes punishing my backside.  But, this time she pauses herself. 

Grabbing the ropes with my panties still grasped, forcing my back to arch sharply, she runs her hand the length of my thigh stopping on my strained labia. 

She rubs the soft gentle mounds forced around the lace.  She slides her finger between my lips.  My thong was drenched.  Even through the stinging whelps, my desire to be hers excited me.  I wanted more from her, of her.  I would obey.

Continuing to rub my cunt as she spoke, “You could dance, but alone.  You could drink, but not get drunk.  And you were to be home when I stated.  Bella, those were three.  And, yes, your punishment will be in threes.”  She places  her long middle finger into her mouth to wash off my juices.   “But, in the end, you will be rewarded for your penitence. This was number one…”

~*This was a project I started probably a year and a half ago and abandoned in chapter 4.  A project which started before I had even ever heard of Twilight.  So, no, Edward’s Bella and my Bella have nothing in common nor is that where I picked the name.  But,  I had a dream about Bella last night.  I raced to the blogs to reread and sink my teeth back into the story.  I sadly found it was not here.  So, today, I will post Chapter 1 in hopes that you like “my Bella” as much as I do.  Many Licks and Nibbles… NN *~

CHAPTER 1

 ”On your knees, Bella!”  Mistress scowled.

I fell heavily to the floor with instant regret.  I knew she was angry.  I knew that when she bolted my door shut after I got home last night.I fumbled with the front door latch which I knew then was causing too much noise.  I froze in the entryway as I heard the familiar ping from Mistress’s stiletto evening shoes echo on the hardwood.  Her shadow propped ominously in the frame of her heavy door.  Her perfect silhouette taunting me.  I could make out the black fabric barely covering her perfect figure.

I continued to fumble my way in.  I re-bolted the front door and staggered down the basement stairs where Mistress had me a lovely room built.

But, the laughter from the evening was beginning to be replaced with bile.  I had betrayed the trust and rules of Mistress.

I heard the ping again of her shoes as she descended the stairs.  I held my breath as I turned from my own bedroom doorway and looked up to her pursed lips.

When she was angry, Mistress spoke very little.  I had learned this in my 6 months of her adoption of me.  She chose me to be trained as her slave, but I feared tonight, the punishment would again be abandonment.

Mistress grabbed my face and brought my lips close to hers.  She licked my bottom lip and then forced her tongue into my mouth.  I eagerly kissed her magnificent mouth just hoping she was only letting me by with a warning.

“BITCH!” she proclaimed as she released my face and slapped my right cheek hard.  I could hear the contact of the blow ring in my ears long after the necessary punishment was received.  My eyes began to tear and my knees were unsteady.

“Vodka?”  She stated more out of aggravation than as a question.

I knew not to speak.  She did not want to hear anything from me this evening.  So I stood silently with tears in my eyes as she turned quickly in her sheer black nighties and slammed my bedroom door. 

My chest heaved in disappointment as I heard the bolt and chain slide across the oak door’s bosom.

I would spend tonight alone with my sins waiting for daylight.

I didn’t even undress.  I laid across my bed in my knee length red leather dress and black knee high leather boots.  Even with the four inch heels, Mistress still towered over me.  And, with the toxins taking affect, I drifted off to a fretful sleep feeling very saddened and small.

Erotic Poses of

the Naked Body

 Comfortable in Your

Own Skin.

 Expressing Yourself for

Your Lover to See

In Un-Abandoned Desire,

Wanton Flesh

To Show the Sexy that

You Feel

Your Inside Fighting to

Glow on the Out

Screaming for Acceptance

Sexual Gratification

To Expose Yourself in

the Most Vulnerable of Ways

Hoping that You Can See Me

and Love Me

 For Me.

*Beauty is as Beauty Does*

I watched her snuggled in the bed.  I feared her night had been restless.  Her covers were crumpled at her feet and her nightie was bunched at her waist.  The light pink fabric seemed more vibrant on her then when I saw it laid out on the bed.  Her deep tan made the color dance and tickle her delicious flesh as the fan circulated overhead.

The night’s thunderous skies had cleared to brilliant sunshine.

A tiny curl bounced around her freckled cheek.  If it wasn’t for fear of waking her, I’d tuck it behind her ear.

She stretches and sleepily moans.  Her nightie rises giving me precious view of her bare pussy.  I can still smell the faint scent from her lotion she deliciously applied after her bath last night.  I close my eyes remembering her long fingers working over her feet and calves thoroughly rubbing every strawberry scented ounce into her pores.  My cock twitches in response to my vivid memories. 

As she roles in half sleep slumber, her back arches rising her rump into the air.   I long to rub my hands up her curves feeling the softness of her skin.

The sun streams through the blinds adding a sensual depth across her body.  My fingertips tingle as I can almost feel the glide of her body under them.  I long to taste the silken skin and kiss a trial up her back.  I can see myself kneeling to her and my mouth watering as I prepare decadent worship of her sex.  I long to part her voluptuous vulva and dive into her secrets.  I wait for her juices to drip from my chin.

She stretches and moans again.  Her perk breasts bounce and peak around the fabric.  Her pink nipple hardens as the new exposure to the morning air trickles across.  My soul begs for her eyes to open and see me.  Her brown pools to sear their ownership.  I want to wake up and fall asleep nestled to this brown haired goddess.  My legs wrapped around her in loving security.  Her nakedness warming me.

My body screams for release but starves.  My heart waits for her look of approval.  The invitation to slide my swollen cock between her thighs and buck adolescently  for hours.  I need to hear her scream my name as I bring her over the edge again and again. Validate my longing. 

Instead, I lean against the doorway with my hand on my crotch hiding my stiffness that only she can create.  I close my eyes to etch her beauty in my mind, again.  Her perfect lips slightly parted.  

“Good morning,” she barely whispers, startling me.

I look up to see her heavy hooded eyes watching me.   She chews delicately on that bottom lip.  A simple habit that has made me weak in the knees for years.

“Morning.  Breakfast is ready.“  I barely murmur before I turn and leave her doorway before my heart melts and my cock explodes.

I can’t help but want.
I can’t help but desire.
I can’t help myself.

The soft giggle she lets escape
as my fingers
trail
her silken arm.

The lust in her eyes
as she knows
I peel every layer of
clothes from her cashmere skin
with every glance.

My pleasure of her
nervousness
as she hides the tremble of her
hands within her lap.

And that fluttering uneasiness she feels
as I continue my sinful
thoughts.

Her nipples.
One by one, I taste and devour.

Her hips I
cradle with strong
hands.

My strength she consumes
and waivers intoxicated
as I own the gentleness
nestled between her thighs.

*Knight’s Masquerade*

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.

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Sinful Sunday

The seat was comfortable enough.  The plush velvet cushion warmed my thighs.  Warmed them enough that I felt the sweat form on the inside of my silken skin.

It made me shift often though.  One ass cheek…the other.  I tried to be discreet, but the heat caused such prickles on my underside that I had to bite my lip to suppress my whimpers.

Was it the seat?

No, it wasn’t.  Not entirely.

I knew that my sinful thoughts would surely send me to hell…or at least at the doors.  But, no matter how much I tried to listen to the lesson being told, my mind wandered.

I watched the way this stranger walked to and fro on the stage.  I watched the way his designer suit clung to the muscular frame underneath.  I watched the way he held the microphone in his hands.  I imagined his hands holding and tracing me.  I watched his lips as he spoke.  I could close my eyes and almost feel them on my naked body…teasing me.

I simply could not take my eyes off of him.  I was hypnotized.

As he looked in my direction amd continued with his message, I felt my breath catch.  His voice soothed me.  I could almost hear his whispers in my ear and his warm breath on my neck.

I could feel the turmoil inside my soul.  The up and down bounce of emotions.  As I continued to search for air, I knew what it was.  Desire.  Desire waiting to pour from every crevice and curve.  This stranger…erotic stranger at that…was making me puddy in my seat.

The tiny hairs were beginning to stick to the back of my neck as my body continued to heat.  I knew I was beginning to look restless.  The constant recrossing of my legs to allow just enough air to cool my heated cunt.

The heat continued.  I was sure it was the fire from the gates of hell licking my inner thighs.  And, as the stranger bellowed from the stage, I licked my lips again in an effort to cool my senses.

With a quiet quickness, I leave my seat as he humms his goodbyes to the crowd.  Slipping silently to the rear of the building, I exhale deeply to try and calm myself.  The heat, now leading way to sweet wetness, continues.  I can feel his effect as I run my hands up my tiny skirt and feel my budding clit.  I have to slip a finger deep inside my waiting pussy in an effort to forget about him.  As I pinch my nipple, I have to bite the tiny corner of my lip as to not give away my hiding spot.  As I continue to hear his voice, imagine his smell, and feel his touch, my pussy gives way and crashes around my fingers.

Using the wall to steady myself, I smooth my skirt with my dry hand, pick up my purse and Bible and turn to leave.

Catching my dripping hand, he causes me to pause.  Lifting my fingers one by one to his mouth, I close my eyes and fall against the wall.  Finally I feel his breath teasing my ear…whispering enough to make my hair dance just a little…”I’ll see you next Sunday….”