reap the whirlwind…

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Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is dispatched – love for instance – we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.

— Virginia Woolf —

reap the whirlwind 2

when dreams feel like real life…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Must I remind you?

When you hold me, firmly, losing yourself inside the flavours I am.
Your voice, especially when pleasure overtakes you.
Your hands gently, almost secretly, caressing mine.
The growing bob of your eager cock, and the way you watch me enjoying you.
The shiver you make when my tongue and lips read between the lines.
The surprise on your face when I blush from your masculine beauty.

The moan I am when I am with you.
The fucking moan I cannot keep inside.

Achingly Yours,

Lola xo