the bigger picture…

But good sex is, I think, worth creating with someone. It’s worth the time, energy, patience, and communication it takes to learn about each other’s bodies, physical scars, the kinds of touch each person wants, the kinds of licking or not-licking, the positions, the kisses, the vanilla parts, the kinky parts, the pace and rhythm of parts of sex and of the whole act. Having grown up playing violin in an orchestra, I think of the Saturdays we spent practicing together, sometimes perfecting a few bars in the middle of a piece and other times starting from the top and trying to get all the way through to the end. Sex is a bit like that. Sometimes you’re trying to get something as concrete as oral sex down. Other times you’re trying to improve the bigger picture.

– Dr. Debby Herbenick –

the bigger picture

catch your breath…

Honeyed alabaster.

Flawless skin, smooth like silk.  No, like air.  She moves across the room and you can’t take your eyes off her.  A freckle.  A cocktail dress clings to the sides of her small, generous curves; her breasts slightly rambunctious and buoyant.  The emerald-green bounces light into her sweet, brown eyes. The waves and coils of her hair catch your breath like a spider’s web.

Bewitched.

I slip between you: softly, hungrily licking and lifting the creamy sauce from her slick, velvety creases.

Our cries – melodic in their intensity, harmonized in their passion – crescendo.

Succubus.

– Lola Moi –

no sweet somethings…

Dear Gentle Sir,

No sweet somethings.
I am so hungry.
I want to fuck.
I need to hear you cum… as my own cum splashes around your ears, maybe down your thighs.

Now.
You are kneeling in front of me, your arm reaching up between my silky thighs, your fingers spreading over the dip in my spine, across my dimples there.

Your warm, thick.
Pulls me toward you as you inhale, and you drink me in… the smells of my heat waft over you as you trace me with the softest part of your lips.

My pussy ebbs & flows with the want I have for you.

I’ve been waiting to tell you this for so long (too long) and more. Because you don’t assume even though you should. Because if you could, you’d smell my ceaseless appetite; you’d be there to watch my lips, my pussy, my sweet cunt swell and swoon in it’s endless ache.

(it’s your fuckable, delicious bod
attached to that insatiably sexy brain
connected to your delectable mouth and hands and! and! and!
rooted to an amazing cock.)

My gentle sir, do you hear me?
Lover, this is me.
Here. Now.
All you have to do is fuck me.

Insatiably Yours,

Lola Moi xo