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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.

 

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a poem without a single bird in it…

a poem without a single bird in it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What will I say to you, darling,
When you ask me for help?
I do not know the future.
Or even what poetry,
We are going to write.
Commit suicide. Go mad. Better people
Than either of us have tried it.
I loved you once but,
I do not know the future.
I only know that I love strength in my friends.
And greatness.
And hate the way the body cracks,
And is eaten by images.
The fun’s over. The picnic’s over.
Commit suicide. Go mad. There will be nothing left
After we die or go mad… but the calmness of poetry

And love.

— Jack Spicer —

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yes, you…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Just sitting here, still wet from the rain (so wet), I feel you in me; I feel me fucking your cock with my dirty mouth – you are so thick, so delicious. I lick my lips and savour the taste of fucking. I feel the thrum of my own heat as I spread for your sweet meat – both my mouth and my long legs spread wide.

I know you have heard this time and time again but you are so… mmm… your flavours all so unbelievably tasty. Can you feel my desire wrapping ’round your throbbing shaft, drifting all the way down to your round, full man-balls? You fill me to my brim, it’s so good; I can’t wait to feel your cum drip down, soaking me from the inside out. Especially when you lose your hands in my hair and tell me to look at you: I look at you with my big brown eyes, your cock spreads my lush lips, and fuels my hunger. (And, oh fuck, I am so hungry!) My cock-sucking, cock-loving bod slurps you in and out like the sweet treat you are.

My tongue bathes the thick blue vein that leads down to your soft, sensitive sac and then all the way up and ’round your perfect cock.  And you are lovely in taste, touch and smell. Over and over I verb the noun right out of you as you let me gently slip my tongue farther, farther and even farther back as I trace along the furry trail between your ass cheeks – your ass that makes me smile with anticipation.

Gently, firmly – slowly – you invite me in. Dripping with lube and lust, you finally accept how dirty you want to be, and I give you a taste of how dirty I can be. I dip and with my finger stretched deep inside, you discover how truly incredible it can be to cum… and I am there smiling all the way to your salacious end.

You. You are sweet and sexy and smart and wholly flawed and I adore you enough to say so. I can’t resist you. I can’t help but want you.

Yes, you.

Lola Moi xo

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do not disturb, part 3…

A Traveling Tale Concludes…

She is incredible heat, inside and out. Your panting groans shoot electrical pulses through her thick, swollen box as your fingers pound her.  His hands disappear into her hair as he thrusts and this cock-starved treat takes him, deep throat all the way.

Her eyes are watering inside this body completely possessed by cock and passion. Your cock throttles her ripe fuck-box while your thumb pounds and stretches her puckered hole.  Her cries are muffled. She’s overcome; she’s not sure if she wants to scream or beg but it’s wanton pleasure driving her… you…. him.

You all pick up the tempo. She can feel her juices mixing with your sweat and it’s so fucking hot how dirty you all are together.

As her generous mouth receives the thrashing of its life, she tilts her ass up even more and you whip her into a frenzy.  Your hands on her thick hips, you ram your inspired cock so deep into her, she almost passes out from deep delight.

Oh, fuck me.

She is as hot as a firecracker and her ass is singing – stretched wider than a choir boy.

None of you care if the entire hotel is listening or watching, for that matter. She just wants more and more. She wants sex like she’s never had it before, like you never knew anyone could want it.  All you can think about is giving it to her.

Your lust-rods punish her as she writhes and begs for more.

She scratches and bites and it feels so bloody good… 

(What I would give to be with you, hearing her moan like this; watching her beg for this furious offering of strangers’ cocks.)

She is going to cum all over you. You both groan over her wild cries and moans. You feel her walls grab tight from inside. Her tits and hips convulse.  Her ravenous cunt milks every last bit of your hot jizz before she collapses into the smell of your sex.

The feeling of your dirt is so intense; you’re all trembling.

You shower together. As she is cleaned in every nook and cranny, she smiles, sandwiched between these tall, strong, man-hard bodies.

You hear the door click again and you realize this is just the beginning of a very delicious evening.

With renewed lust in her eyes, your insatiable and leggy lover brushes her lips against your ear,

“Forget about her – I won’t ever say no to you,” she whispers. “I want you all to myself.  What can I do to make you mine?”

But you tell her that you are already claimed; that you are only mine.  You tell her that every time your cock throbs, every time it jerks and pounds, and every time you cum, you cum for me.

“Well, she’s one lucky fool.”
You don’t correct her.

– by Lola Moi – 

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Part 3: the finale

I swing your blonde dream girl around and spread her out on the cum-soaked sheets. She looks at us and smiles as she traces her outline… she’s so fucking hot.  Our sexy bodies meet tit-to-tit, cunt-to-cunt and we tongue each nook and cranny while you direct our tugs and bites.  Because you are who we are here for; we’re here so you can watch our bodies, slick with sweat and cum, entwine for a girl-on-girl fuckfest.

Her fingers, mouth and tongue dip into all my crevices and your dick rears its head, listening to my deep moans.  “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt about this,” she says, looking right at you, “Kissing for you. Licking for you. Fucking for you.” Her breath catches then and for a moment, we are lost in the smooth wonder of ourselves.

If it weren’t for my brown and black/ her pink and blonde, you wouldn’t know ass from head as we eat each other out, building into another feeding frenzy. My favourite vibrator slips into her little asshole, warming her up for the massive, throbbing baseball bat you now hold in your sure hands. And as we eat, slurp and chomp on our soaked muffs, you’re ready to have your way with us again.  But this time, there’s only going through the backdoor.

You spin her onto her back, lifting her hips against you, her knees falling to the floor by her head.  Ass-up, her tits spill into her face. She gasps and cries out as your cock fills her. She gasps with pleasure, encouraging you to keep going. She pulls me over her face so, I am facing you now, my body quivering with the intense pleasure of her mouth. I finger my clit and my jaw drops as I look at you. I nod, and smile at your amazing body in the peak of its pleasure zone. We are a web of bodies as I watch you enjoying this gift.

And you remember why you promised we’d never be apart.  Even now, with your cock embedded and thrashing another’s ass, we see each other and can’t believe our luck.  We moan our deep, dirty moans as you push deeper into her.  You ask, “Yes?” and I say, ““I want all of it, every… last … drop…” so you thrust  harder. I slip away, come behind you, spreading my juice on my fingers so I can tease your asshole.

We’re all breath, panting, heaving, moaning waves of pleasure. You push and push until she screams her cum in a raspy voice.

You feel her asshole clench up and you grab on, squeezing her tits simultaneously…  you bury your head in her sweaty, blonde hair as she arches up into you. Your curvy treat howls with unbelievable pleasure.

Raw sex.

I want you to hear it now.  Right where you are. Can you imagine how hungry we are for you, my love-starved man?  Now remember how fantastic you-me-we are and listen to your dick begging to swing ‘round my way. You know you can’t wait to finish with me… see me again so you can hear my own cries of pleasure, the way your cum fills me with sweet love.  Tell me, how perfect is it to picture us while you sit wherever you are… in your Oscar-worthy performance as the nice guy, the reserved, grounded thinker… ever the consummate gentleman.

I get wet just thinking about it.
I get this way just thinking about you.
Oh, my God, please, just come to me now.