Naked Reflections Poetry: Shameless and Unapologetic

Tag Archives: Fantasies

Ding Dong

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leopard mask

Ms. Fire handed me a leopard mask

as I reached for it,

fantasies tickled my fingertips.

I pulled the straps

around my head

under my ponytail

and looked into the mirror,

“Ooohhh weeee, I love it!”

Ms. Fire smiled

then poured dressing in a bowl

next to the appetizer tray.

She slid a celery stalk into her mouth,

leaving a pearly drop of chipotle ranch

on her pink glossy lips.

“You might want to wipe your mouth

before your guests arrive

or they’ll think we’ve started the party

without them.”

Ms. Fire licked her lips

mesmerizing me momentarily

I caught myself staring,

standing motionless,

with my hand gripping

a purple glass, G-Spot massager,

my newest toy in the Shameless collection

Right then, I was tempted

to touch Ms. Fire

with its tip

And then the doorbell chimed,

“Ding dong!”

A Naughty Girl Party and Masks

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black mask

Ms. Fire, one of my closest friends, hosted a naughty girl party featuring my Shamelessly Sensual Erotic Toys, Lingerie, and Erotica collection. I planned to share some steamy, erotic poetry and hopefully turn some new customers on to my debut line of sex toys and lingerie.  As I was displaying my products and talking to Ms. Fire about flavored oils, she peeked into a black boot box that she had placed on the couch.

Ms. Fire smiled and said, “Morena, my black box has a little surprise in it, and I got it just for tonight.”

She lifted the lid to display the contents, and to my surprise, sexy masks filled the box to the brim.

“Whaaaat are you going to do with those, you freaky little devil?” I was trying to conceal some of my mounting excitement.

Ms. Fire put on the mask with a orange and black feathers that brought ferocious appeal to her fiery eyes and purred, “Sweetie, these are for us to wear. It will help my girlfriends squash some of their inhibitions. They’ll be more open to exploration because I believe masks give a false sense of security and a bold sense of freedom.” Ms. Fire handed me a leopard mask, and as I reached for it, my fantasies tickled the tips of my fingers.  I couldn’t put my mask on fast enough…

Short Story in Progress (Rational Fantasies)

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I wiped tears from my warm cheeks. Feeling slightly frustrated over bringing my issues to Franco at a time when we just wanted to be us.
“Morena, tell me what happened last night.”
I hated to say it because that’s when it gains the momentum to run over my rational fantasies. Barging into reality, blurring feigned peace. I kept my back to him, cuddling into his arms like protection.
“Franco. I closed my eyes last night as he attempted to fuck me. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was what I needed. I changed my mental channel, found your station, and saw you looking into my eyes. Those fiery orange flecks reached out, touched me deep, and made me say, ‘Fuck me harder.’  Franco, that’s when you fucked me and that’s when I finally climaxed.”
Franco wiped the tear that waited on the tip of my nose.
“And every time I close my eyes, Morena, you are there. Every time I hear our song, I dance alone. Every time I pause to think about what’s on my mind, I realize you are all over me.  I can’t get enough of you.”
I turned enough to kiss his cheek. Smiled enough to allow one more tear to fall.
“Franco, I can’t either.” His thickness pushed against my ass and my fire burned again, for him, for it, for us.

Short Story (in progress)

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This is an excerpt from my first erotic short story.  EnJOY!


I was wet. I checked. Tempted to massage my clit to orgasm, but I feared falling out of my chaise lounge.  Exhibitionist, no. This wickedly horny feeling invaded me, making me crave his touch. The morning had been consumed with back and forth emails and texting.  All it took was that one sentence to light my little flame, deep inside my stomach.

You make me so hard, Ms. Delacroix.

My immediate response did not mirror the blowing bubbles, bouncing and bursting inside of me, nor my giddy girlie smile.

“Mr. Washington, it was my pleasure.”

With eyes closed and sunshine burning my cocoa skin, daydreams and fantasies secured me, but my body’s yearning betrayed me.  Kegels are the best internal exercise a woman can do. All I could do was squeeze and release, and imagine his hard dick and thick sensitive head kissing my tender petals.  He called my pussy a Plumeria.