to experience becoming…

When I am with you, I look at you. I search your eyes for pleasure. I watch your jaw, the crease of your mouth, waiting for the taut line of resistance to give way to blushing pleasure. When I smile at you it is not just because I love the way my pussy petals bloom under your dextrous tongue and suckling lips – it is because you are there between my legs and you, wonderfully naked you, are more than I could’ve hoped for. When I moan with you, when I moan your name, it is because my skin against yours is like nothing before or after. You take my breath, now, then, there, and here. Fuck. My outline on the bed, my arms reaching for you, my legs spreading and my hips teasing you is real. This juice sliding past my velvet folds and over, slicking up my clit – all this wet is you and what you do to me.  My hands read you like a book and give with every breath they take. My nipples… a meditation I trace your body with. Our moans: such humbling, hungry need. I am butter against all your beautifully warm skin and your gorgeous hard cock. When you bend me over, I look back at you. I want to be your pleasure. I offer up all the naked I am for just one moan. Just one pump. Just one cum.

… and then, more.

in bed with you, softcore…

We’d had the most perfect day, even though it was just any other day. We got back to your place in the evening, we sat in our pyjamas and drank wine, it was like ‘this is what we do.’

I was surprised when we climbed into bed together. I was overly aware that I’d stripped my face of all my make-up and that it was the first time you’d be seeing me without it. I turned the light off swiftly.

I lay there. I could hear you breathing quietly, my head felt fuzzy. Our elbows were touching. I was so aware of the feeling of your skin against mine. I slipped my hand into yours, I didn’t know if this was okay, but I needed you to know that I liked you sexually, romantically, infinitely. You held my hand and then you lightly stroked my fingers. We lay there for some time. I changed my position, you took me in your arms and enclosed me into your body. We couldn’t have gotten much closer. I could hear your heart beating, it was quick, and I liked it, because it made me think that you were nervous. I was nervous too. Our faces were so close, or noses grazed repeatedly. We could have kissed at any moment, but we didn’t.

I wanted you to kiss me so badly; I am desperate to know what it’s like. Then at that same I didn’t want you to kiss me, because then it would be over. You stroked my back softly, working your way down to my hips and back up to stoke my neck. It was innocent but I felt every single touch like a shock, my heart slammed against my ribcage. This seemed to last forever until we eventually fell asleep. I woke in the morning and you were close beside me, wide-awake. I felt like I never wanted things to be any other way than this. I also felt like this was a ridiculous thing to feel. I was overwhelmed with a sense of dread; thinking about getting out of bed to get ready for the day…

…I felt a deep sadness on the train home, I was going back to my regular life, which was fine two days prior, but now nothing about it seemed right. I wondered when I would see you again. I hoped that you were wondering too.

Anonymous, via Thought Catalog –

i will…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I will fuck you. I will put my mouth on you. You will hear my sexy voice in your ear, a whisper of hard going straight to your gorgeous cock. I will undress for you, look you in the eyes and smile. And when I lie with you, my back will arch so you can feel my soft tits wrapped in hot mouth, under and around your lapping tongue.  As my nipples harden, my fingers will trace your sweet face, run through your hair, along your nape, over your broad shoulders and down your spine as far as I can reach.

And as I travel down, over the ridges and curves of your beautiful (so fucking beautiful) man-body, my fingers will imprint my desire – they will memorize your pleasure.

I will go down on you. I will be your sweet little cocksucker.  I will spread my silky thighs for you to kiss and we will suckle and slurp, nibble, tug and drink.  I will moan. I will sigh your name. I will clench my hands around you and groan for more.  I will taste divine. I will soak whatever you put in me. I will drip on whatever you put under me.

My tongue will trace you.
My body will embrace you.
I will take your breath away.

I will make you forget… the things you want to remember – the doubt and worry and fear. I will say “yes” until you forget even that matters and we will just BE the yes to one another. I will rub my swollen clit against your raging cock as it tap, tap, taps at my many doors. I will soak your delicious dick as you slip inside. I will press my hot skin against  yours.

I will hold you. I will hold you with my eyes, my arms, my thighs, my cries for more. I will pant. I will glow with the shine of our exertions, I will taste your salty skin and I will squirm. I will need you… and you will feel my heat.

I will call your name and it will be our anthem.

I will make love to you in a thousand ways, with all my parts, slow and gentle… pounding and grinding. I will feel your ass clench each time you move deeper, so deep inside me. I will be inspired each time I hear pleasure slip out of you. And my passion will pull you beyond, draw out who you thought you were until you accept who you are.

I will make you feel.
And you will have permission.

I will feel your hands pulling at me, grabbing, holding, tugging, gripping me with fervour.  I will match each buck and moan with my own. I will wrap my long limbs around you as you lift me, as you spin me, pin me.  I will ride you to the moon and back. Your weight will be my elixir. Our Dirty will be the Good. And my juices will flow down us in a tide – we will be an ocean of acceptance.

I will kiss your perfect face, your gorgeous chest. I will close my eyes from the pressure building inside me. My brow will furrow as your jaw drops and clenches, as your cock whips me into a fuck-frenzy. I will dance. I will dance for you on this pole I love, on this gift you give me over and over again.  I will pulse. I will gasp. I won’t be able to stop.

All over you, I will cum.

I will cum with your name on my lips.
I will cum for you as you watch me.
I will cum and reach for you with my every cell but my voice will reach you first.

I will smell our sex on my skin, on yours.
I will smile and mew at your flushed beauty.
I will trace and hold you anew.

I will whisper to you all your glories and you will believe me: I will speak true. I will give this to you… and more.

Ever  Sweetly Yours,

Lola Moi xo