morning somethings…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I like the feeling of glistening from being turned on by you. I like the way my sweat collects at my temples and down to the small of my back after our mouths have taken turns exploring. I like your sex-smell; it makes me equally hungry.

I like the soft smacking sounds that oosh from between my thighs as you plunge in (and out) and slide around my petaled, puckered edges. I like the way our bodies blush together. I like how the shy and the bold take turns.

I like the way my nipples firmly make themselves known as our skin touches and you kiss me in all the ways you do. I like the way your toes curl and my back arches as we pleasure ourselves by pleasing each other.

I like how our fucks feel like lovemaking and how our various tendernesses ignite unbelievable tempos of passion and desire. I like love-fucking you in every way we do.

Your moans are still my all-time favourite. The look you give me when you are overcome but fighting to resist your torrential need has forever changed the way I must be seen.

And your cum – in me, on me, with me – my great delight and honour. Your sexy is a secret that keeps me awake, wakes me at sunrise, and heats me to my core. You have changed me.

Adoringly Yours,

Lola xo

paradise by the dashboard lights…

I was driving today in the rain. Stopped at a light, I dropped my chapstick between my legs… like, deep between my legs. When I went to retrieve it, my fingers brushed my clit and I paused. Slowly, I began to trace the smooth material covering my most secret of parts.

I realized how hard it must be for you to find the trip wire of my clit when I am packaged so. I imagined you reaching from the passenger’s seat – like the last time we drove together.  My legs parted gently. I saw your beautiful face, your intoxicating eyes, and a moan escaped as I – as you – pressed hard on the tip of my warming iceberg.

The vigour of my rubbing increased until the friction peaked in a pulse of wet, soaking my soft and pretty-now-slippery panties. Cars were honking and driving around me by now, the light having changed long ago. I slipped my hand into my tights and from the side, released my pulsing lips.

Soft.
Fuck, my cunt is so warm and butter-soft when I am like this… when my body remembers your touch.

I danced my fingers between my folds. I could smell myself and my sweet aroma of need. I licked my lips, dropping my head back on the headrest. My thumb rubbed and pressed my clit (exactly the way I love – the way that makes my legs tremble)  as my fingers spread and slipped into the wet-wet of my cunt.

When my fingers (yes, plural) filled me, it was your hand. My gasps and moans were echo to yours. The heat of my rosy cheeks fogged up my windows. My hips shimmied around my spontaneous self-pleasure. My fingers – yours – plunged in and out, in and out as my clit grew fuller and unbelievably plush under my thumb – the same thumb that I now imagined was your mouth.

Wet.
Fuck, my cunt is so wet and thrumming-with-thick hunger when you are with me like this.  You whipped me into a moaning, trembling, arching plea for more.

When finally I came, my cries matched the rhythm of the dashboard’s hazard light. My breasts arched to the sunroof and my toes curled inside my rainboots. You must’ve heard how your name danced on my O-shaped lips between the cacophony of “yes!” and “oh!”

I licked my fingers for you, sitting there catching your breath beside me. I licked my fingers as my other hand slowly opened your pants. I licked my fingers as my wet mingled with the heat inside your underwear. As I gripped your beautiful hard and kissed you, your hand returned the grip as it slipped into my hair.

Hard.
Our mutual grips re-heat our imagination and I don’t care how many lights need to change for you to cum with me… I just need to hear your sweet release.

just a second choice…

I cup your balls in my hand as you straddle me on the bed to kiss me. Your mouth is sweet and my back arches up; I want my nipples to brush your broad chest. Our tongues play while my hand methodically works your hard into harder. Up and down and around, I twist you into a pleasure of moans.

I smile into our next kiss and you pause to look at me. Suspended above me, you look deeper into me than anyone else ever has. I love this about you – your boldness with me. The reward: I let you see me… it… I let you see how hungry I am for you. The tease of my smile and the dimples of delight in my cheeks give me – your bright-eyed lover – away.

I pull on your lip with my teeth as I pull your cock closer and with both hands, I knead that first gasp out of you. My legs splay under you, the inside of my knees pushing against the outside of yours. Every gasp and moan that escapes your beautiful mouth works me  into a state of wet. I am clever and tenacious, tender and wicked, saucy and sweet with your skin, with your mouth and the stunning thick of your amazing cock.

I want to be ready for you when you finally decide you must fuck me.
You aren’t the only one waiting to fill me.

I slide down until your cock slips into my mouth. My throat sucks you all the way in… and back. I push you deeper from behind. I hold you with my lips and suck you suck you suck. You want to thrust but I hold you still. You want to grab me everywhere. Your hands flail as I push your hips towards me just a. little. deeper. I suck you suck you suck.

This confidence I have with you translates so clearly: I will have you dizzy with desire. My mouth full of glorious, rock-hard cock, I watch you now as my hands push up behind your balls and slide back and forth, forth and back, back further until I slip inside and find that secret you keep. I slip inside and your eyes widen as you look down at me. Pressing down on that sweet bulb inside you, your gasps become cries and finally, finally! You finally pump… as you must.

You are so close.
But you want to fill me more… to spread my folds – in the deepest, hottest wet I am.

Fuck.
I’m more than ready.
Fuck fuck fuck
Fuck, yes.
Y.e.s.

 

drink in the view…

Dear Gentle Sir,

My hands love your beautiful, moaning, jaw-clenching hard almost as much as my mouth does which is a very close to how deeply my pussy does.

When I spread, lift, arch, and fold myself for you it is so you can see my wet, smell my desire, and taste my need for you.

I reach for you with limbs splayed, with every whispered moan and guttural sigh, my curves twist to fit into your mouth, your hands, over and around your gorgeous, thick cock. It is not enough to see every inch of you, I want to taste you, too… inside and out.

My tenderest touch on your sweetest skin is shy adoration. My firm grip, a bold promise of trust, an oath to keep you safe inside the mysterious depths of our shared intimacies. My smile, a mirror to the many delights you are.

All I ask is that you look back into my eyes, hold your own and fight for us, protect and meet me in this delicious Unexpected where by some miracle we are truly seen.

And I will flower, I will cum for you. I will suck, suckle, stroke, ride, buck, fuck and make love to you with all the grace and hunger I am. And I am. Fuck, am I ever.

Dreamingly yours,

Lola Moi xo