parable of tomorrow…

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart,
bleeding within me,
called you tender names.

It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop,
while my own love,
kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

– Kahlil Gibran –

parable of tomorrow

thinkin’ about…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Will you do something? Just this one thing… for me?

When next you dress, go commando. Let your balls swing along the crease of your jeans or whatever you’ve slipped your long legs into. Let your cock push up against what it must. And then, as you travel through your day discover exactly how many times, places, ways I could just simply unzip you and suck.

Or maybe we simply unzip and… uh huh, just fuck.

As you go through your day, mark how easy it is for me to dip in and grope, cradle, trace… with hand, tongue, breath.  Note how the simple act of me dropping to my knees and opening my mouth makes your mind drift, dream, and beg for me to stay there, on my knees, for however long you want me.

I think you’ll be surprised to learn how many moments there are in your day for me. You might even be amazed to find that you want me there; perhaps you will find yourself pleased to see that I’ve arrived and am at your service.

You may even find pre-cum has coated the inner cotton of your pants.  This, from just thinking about me… arriving. Don’t be surprised by what is conjured by the power of your swinging balls and your amazing soft-to-thick-to soft-to-thick pole.

Whatever happens, keep track, note the thrum I am in each corner of your day; in fact, mark us in each corner, in all the stairwells, the backyards and seats, the countertops, elevators, and maybe even a bed. Update me as the day goes on, whatever. But I wanna know.

Getting juicy just thinkin’ about it.
Getting hot just thinkin’ about what’s in your pants.
Getting hoarse from horny thinkin’ about… you.

And yeah, I said it.
So, what are you gonna do about it?

Impatiently Yours,

Lola Moi xo

sharp dressed man…

sharp dressed man
Silk suit, black tie
And I don’t even need a reason why
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
Cuz every girl’s crazy about a sharp dressed man…

her dress is his