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just a second choice…

I cup your balls in my hand as you straddle me on the bed to kiss me. Your mouth is sweet and my back arches up; I want my nipples to brush your broad chest. Our tongues play while my hand methodically works your hard into harder. Up and down and around, I twist you into a pleasure of moans.

I smile into our next kiss and you pause to look at me. Suspended above me, you look deeper into me than anyone else ever has. I love this about you – your boldness with me. The reward: I let you see me… it… I let you see how hungry I am for you. The tease of my smile and the dimples of delight in my cheeks give me – your bright-eyed lover – away.

I pull on your lip with my teeth as I pull your cock closer and with both hands, I knead that first gasp out of you. My legs splay under you, the inside of my knees pushing against the outside of yours. Every gasp and moan that escapes your beautiful mouth works me  into a state of wet. I am clever and tenacious, tender and wicked, saucy and sweet with your skin, with your mouth and the stunning thick of your amazing cock.

I want to be ready for you when you finally decide you must fuck me.
You aren’t the only one waiting to fill me.

I slide down until your cock slips into my mouth. My throat sucks you all the way in… and back. I push you deeper from behind. I hold you with my lips and suck you suck you suck. You want to thrust but I hold you still. You want to grab me everywhere. Your hands flail as I push your hips towards me just a. little. deeper. I suck you suck you suck.

This confidence I have with you translates so clearly: I will have you dizzy with desire. My mouth full of glorious, rock-hard cock, I watch you now as my hands push up behind your balls and slide back and forth, forth and back, back further until I slip inside and find that secret you keep. I slip inside and your eyes widen as you look down at me. Pressing down on that sweet bulb inside you, your gasps become cries and finally, finally! You finally pump… as you must.

You are so close.
But you want to fill me more… to spread my folds – in the deepest, hottest wet I am.

Fuck.
I’m more than ready.
Fuck fuck fuck
Fuck, yes.
Y.e.s.

 

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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