Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
Your slightest touch gives me shivers. The barest-of-caress on my palm makes me moan in secret.
I try not to arch with pleasure.
(I can’t give myself away.)
I curl my toes and squeeze my knees together instead.
I look at our hands entwined.
I watch my fingers
spread and splay,
wrapped inside yours.
This is a luxury – your attention.
So tender sweet.
I swoon.
abiding joy.
mysterious peace.
riotous rest.
A man looks deep into your eyes, practicing for the day he finally sees himself as fresh, so sweet. Your hair, your skin caught up in a man’s hands is the way he kneads Grace, Hope, and Faith into the marrow of his bones. His pre-cum glistens like the giving of his deepest heart; pristine. When your velvet, thrumming pussy clenches him tight, a man’s jaw tightens, and for that instance, he is undiminished – he is fearless.
— Lola Moi —