My notoriously nimble nobleman needs the nectar of my nocturnal nuances. Naturally, I notice and nurture his naughty notions. He nuzzles the nape of my neck, nibbles my nipples, and neglecting my nebulous but necessary no noises, navigates to my navel. Naively, I never knew that night I'd know Nirvana 'neath my negligee. With nonstop nitty-gritty nude nestling, nerve endings too numerous to name now need him. He nabs me naked, and nails me nicely!