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to be dissolved…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I wonder what you would do if I were there now, with you? Would you want me? Would you trace the edge of each shiver you give me? Would you tease me with your hand or your tongue? How would you coax the first moan out of me… and then the third, the 17th, the 27th?

As I slip back into bed, I wonder these things. I wonder what it would take to make you hard? I slip out of my tank and lay on my tummy. I feel my breasts bulge against my weight, pressed hot atop my flannel sheets. I want you to see me. I want you to watch me lift my hips so I can slip out of my lace thong panties. I want you to finish the task when they get caught around my knees. Then, I want your gentle caress along my long legs so that I feel your firm desire. I want you to smell how wet you make me. I want you to lick your lips as you bend your knees, hold my hips, and spread me with your thumbs.

This pause we both take is its own kind of truth.

You underestimate the power you have, the lover you are. You hide such incredible fire inside; each spark of inspiration makes me moan and ache for you when you are gone. I am nothing special but with you, I become extraordinary. With me, you must explore… there are no limits. With me, you have a kind of permission that scares you; I know this, you know this. It frightens me, too, at times until I see you again – ablaze in all your glory – and I am reminded: holy fuck, are you ever beautiful.

Ah! And there it is: my first moan.

 

Not-So-Secretly Yours,

Lola xo

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just say it…

… your full, kissable mouth.
show me.
… your clever tongue.
squirm for me.
… your sweet, thick clit.
harder, deeper.
… your inner thighs of silk.
ravish me.
… your beautiful, beautiful cunt.
let me watch.
… your hungry eyes.
spread wider.
… your eager ass.
devour me.
… your gorgeous long hair
soak me.
… your pretty pussy.
fuck me into frenzy.

fuck, yes.
… yes.
cum with me
… yes.

moan.
… oh, moan.

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not pretty but true…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I want to be the reason your breath catches and you wonder where to start.
I want to be the reason your lips part.

I want to be the reason your cock swells from there to here.
I want to be the reason you do not fear.

I want to be the reason when you’re so hard, you have nothing more to say.
I want to be the reason you moan in the middle of the day.

I want to be the reason you rip your clothes off, leaving them in a pile.
I want to be the reason when you smile.

I want to be the reason your toes curl and heels dig into the foot of the bed.
I want to be the reason why you grip an edge and in amazement shake your head.

I want to be the reason your tongue and tips slide along my silken leg.
I want to be the reason when you reach for me and beg.

I want to be the reason why you say “no” to her/ them/ it and “yes” to me.
I want to be the reason, you see.

Smoothly Yours,

Lola Moi xo