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al(l)ways…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Before I fuck your brains out, I will kiss the palm of your hand and gently suckle your neck, just behind your earlobe.

Before I make your toes curl, I will wrap my tongue around your balls and hum my moaning need to feel you burst with cum inside me.

Before you watch me arch and squirt my pleasure all over your hand, I will ride and slide my slit along your cock with my hands pressed against your chest.

I will moan your name like a growl. I will moan your name with every buck and tug and pound. I will moan your name to the beat of my every pleasure. How we will dance together under this full moon!

Before you wake, I will fuel your dreams with memories so potent you will weep not to find me there.

Always, in all ways,

Lola xo

when you’re standing in the sun…

the owl and the pussycat
My memory loves you;
it asks about you all the time.

– Jonathan Carroll –

run away with the spoon

until it’s done…

a bridge too farOh, to be that hand that fondlespinchestwistsprobessqueezes
Oh, to be that mouth that slurpscaressesdrinkssuckles
Oh, to be that cock that dancesplungespoundsfillspulses
Oh, to be that cunt that takesitallandmore

to be wanted
to be the first and most
to be the last and beloved
to be all that I am not

Oh.

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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

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

a leg up…

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when
our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

– Thorton Wilder –

a leg up

the moon’s reflection…

the moon's reflection
Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection.

– Rumi –

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