Dear Gentle Sir,
You will rest your mouth on my nipple. You will drape your tongue around each supple mound until I am hard. And then, you will suck. You will suck on me until my back arches, while my throat moans, and my fingers become lost in your hair. Your hands – strong and sure – they will hold me in place. They will hold me while I squirm and arch and wriggle my pleasure beneath your broad expanse. You will press your body against mine. You will hold me tight against you. With each pounding, you will spread me wider, plunge me deeper. You will take me to the edge and we will fall.
My tits will bound to your rhythm.
My back and hips will dance to your beat.
My limbs will clasp and splay as I cry out your name.
You will do this.
While you suck and hold and fuck me.
You will do this because I want… no, need you to.
And you will not stop.
You will do this until we fall.
(Oh, may we plummet!)
Again.
and
Again.
You will do this until I cum.
You will do this until I am done.
Ever Yours,
Lola Moi xo
