a tug of greatness…
Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.
– James Joyce –
just admit it…
Dear Gentle Sir,
Tell me a secret so dirty it turns you on just to admit it.
Lola Moi xo
just enough…
…as I ever so slowly, ever so sweetly suction your thick, smooth helmet into my mouth – so slowly that your breath catches when I suddenly grip under your hot ridge, choking that throbbing pole with my lips, sucking… Sucking… sucking. And what gets you is that when you look down and see how much I’m loving this – how happy I am on my knees, sucking you off.
