The Southern Charms Fan Box

Hello, lovers…

I've been lingering here for a while—watching, reading, tempting. Some of you have asked me, why the name NaughtyNails?

Let me take you back to my days as a sultry divemaster in Cozumel, Mexico. The sun was hot, the ocean was deep, and my fingernails were always painted firetruck red. The locals noticed. The dive shop boys whispered, “Naughty Nails,” and the name stuck… especially with the ones who got to see just how deep I could take them.

These days, I work somewhere a little stricter—where red polish is supposedly “not permitted.” But sometimes, I break the rules. Sometimes, I crave the feeling of rebellion as much as I crave your attention.

I adore sharing my updates with you… and your private messages? Mmm, they make me blush in all the right places. Yes, I have a naughty list. It’s for the ones who know how to seduce—with their words, their tips, their sweet little secrets.

And if you make that list… trust me, you'll know. I always reveal who’s been the naughtiest. https://www.southern-charms2.com/naughtynails/main.htm

little bit from my story line of update 336
Update336 – Pantyhose Fireworks Display.
Tonight feels electric… I’m heading out with some new friends to watch the first fireworks show of the summer. But trust me, the real show? That might just be me.

ok its posted today
https://www.southern-charms2.com/naughtynails/main.htm

xxoo Naughty Nails

As a gentleman with a debilitating fingernail fetish, let me say that when you first started posting on Southern Charms I was IMMEDIATELY a big fan, right from the moment I saw your name. And then I started admiring your photos and, my goodness. A gorgeous older woman with big boobies and long blonde hair who likes wearing high heels and silk stockings and elegant but revealing dresses AND brandishes inch-long TALONS? Oh, yes, where is that JOIN button??

Growing up there were several sexy older women in our circle who had long nails and that certainly made a big impression on me, and I've had a nail fetish ever since. It went out of fashion for a time but now of course there are nail salons everywhere and you see women with long, sexy nails just about everywhere you go. Though not always as long, glossy, and alluring as yours!

One thing I love about a woman with long, perfectly manicured nails is that it sends out a signal that this is a woman who wants to be noticed, she wants to draw attention to herself, she wants men to see that she is very interested in being attractive. Not only that, she INVITES attraction, she wants a man's eyes to alight on her and then not look away. Because she's sexy, because she looks fantastic, and because she has taken the time and made the effort to transform her nails into works of art.

And instruments of sweet torture. In my early 20s I once dated a woman who had very long nails, which was unusual at the time (and for her age, really). She was sexy but her nails just devastated me. I made the mistake of giddily telling her that I loved women with long fingernails and she proceeded to use them to as weapons to torment and manipulate me. She could get me to do practically ANYTHING by tickling my arm with her nails, or running them up and down my inner thigh, or letting them skate across my bare stomach. She would "allow" me to go down on her, and as I devotedly devoured her pussy she would run her fingers through my hair and it was pure ecstasy.

She would not have intercourse with me (I learned later on I was not the only man she was seeing, and she permitted them to enjoy what she refused me). I would use my tongue and lips to bring her to orgasm, but she would not reciprocate. Except twice, when she ordered me to pull my pants down and then used her hands and fingers and nails on me in a way that, in retrospect, was more about her indulging her power over me than giving me pleasure. I know that videos showing strong men being edged by sexy women with long nails are very popular these days (goodness knows how many I've watched), but on those two occasions she edged me like a dominatrix and left me squirming and panting and desperate for release. She would run her dark red nails up and down my shaft, lightly scratching my throbbing cockhead, tickling my balls, gently probing my slit. She would wrap her hands around my erection and pump me a few times, getting me close, oh so close, and then she would release me and again use her nails on me, knowing that I both loved and hated what she was doing to me.

She never made me cum, and eventually she dumped me, in part because I finally got my brain unscrambled and started asserting myself--or, I at least refused to let her manipulate me as she previously had. I was pretty crushed when that happened because I really, REALLY got turned on by her incredible fingernails and really, REALLY wanted to have sex with her. But sometimes one must assert oneself, if only to keep one's sanity from going all KABLOOIE.

I keep of folder of favorite SC photo sets and there are two of yours with a special, sexy place in my heart (and loins). They're sets #36-37, in one you're in an AMAZING light blue dress, and the other you're in a lacy and very low-cut black dress. You're sitting in the passenger seat of a car, looking at the driver with a sexy smile, showing off so much cleavage and so much of your thighs and you're looking straight into the camera and the whole thing is HOT. Especially when you start giving the driver road head in the second set, hoo boy. I love those two sets both because you look incredible in them and every pic is exciting and arousing, but also because they remind me of another sexy, nail-focused encounter.

I went to a wedding and before we all went to the reception hall a ton of people stopped at the groom's parents house for a cocktail. Or two. My friend's aunt had maybe one glass of champagne too much, and it was remarked that she shouldn't drive to the reception. She agreed, and somehow I got picked to drive her and her car to the reception. I didn't know her well, but I sure as heck had noticed her--she was a busty, curvy, blue-eyed blonde wearing a light blue dress with a plunging neckline, one that showed off her big, soft titties. And if that wasn't enough, she sported long, LONG, french-manicured nails. She was probably 30 years older than me and I did not care a whit--she was HOT, and definitely got me hot and bothered. She was very appreciative that I was driving her to the reception and as we drove I noticed that she was turned to face me, and was staring at me with this attentive and alluring smile on her lovely face that made me even more discombobulated. We talked and laughed and she crossed her legs and revealed the tops of her stockings and I tried very, very hard to think of something to say or do that would make her do to me what you do to your husband in set 37.

But I failed, alas. We did have a very pleasant conversation, and then we we arrived she took my arm and we walked in that way, the young attentive gentleman escorting the gorgeous, experienced, older goddess. She gave my arm a little tickle with her nails as we entered and then parted and I can still almost feel it right now. Ah, I should have taken a chance, even if I'd made a fool of myself. It might have been worth it.

So, yes, Ms. Naughty Nails, you may have gone to a fireworks show, but I'm sure for many men who attended seeing you and those nails was the true main attraction. But then, after all these years dazzling men with your exquisite fingernails, you already knew that, right?