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to which we are attached…

Dear Gentle Sir,

There are things I remember on nights like this when the moon is full and wind blows off the crashing waves of a lake.

There was the way it felt to walk hand-in-hand, your tall shoulder shadowing mine. Our smiles, silent backdrop to the tinkling summer leaves around us. The grit of sand underfoot, wrapped around my sighs just like your strong arms once held me.

The kiss that stopped us both. The hands that peeled our clothes. The legs that gripped you as you lifted and carried me. The bed that creaked under the weight of our anticipation.

The smooth edges of your groaning cock. The weight of your chest and hips. The wet roaming of our tongues. The bucking of our moans. The spreading of my legs and bending of my back. The fucking of our fingers and mouths and more… so much.

The way it felt to look into your eyes and want more. The way it felt to see my desire mirrored. The way you moaned and reached… for me, for your cock, for me… again. The spontaneous shifts and spreadings and splitting aparts to deeper wet, to heat beyond either of our wildest dreams.

To want you. To see you. To fuck you. To squirt for you. To cum with you. To find in you, reciprocal delight.

There are things I remember on nights like this when the moon is full and wind blows off the crashing waves of a lake. Mostly, I remember magic and minor miracles… puffs of Goodness. Mostly, I remember you.

Longingly Yours,

Lola Moi xo

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the auberge at bay…

You walk ahead of me in the hallway
look over your shoulder and
reach for me
with your left hand.

I have to skip to catch up
to your long legs.

Your reach is unexpected
and the way your eyes find me
in the moment before
I take your hand
my heart skips a beat
too.

For some reason
these tiny moments
the way you ask for me
and the way
you hold me as we walk
(if I may be so bold)
delight
and soothe me
reassure me
even satiate me
in the way that one
discovers themselves content
with exactly the right dessert.

All this in spite of
the pull
and ease
of my acceptance
all this despite
one simple truth:

I don’t want you to leave
your absence is
it is
the very last thing
I want.

You enter the elevator
gorgeous broad back to me
I whisper
your name
I tuck you into my secrets
as I wish
and want you
to reach for me again
and take me
guide me
on our way to bed
naked
safe
ready.

As the doors of the elevator pause
I reach for you
inside myself
I want to drink deeply
and allow the hunger
to be seen
I want your nose against
my skin
but not like that time before.

This time will be different.

Because with me
you can be most like yourself
it is my gift to you
no hiding
apologies unnecessary
even forbidden
as you remember
the heat you are
you will forget
how or why you ever said “no.”
You will hear your power
harmonize and crescendo
with mine
my moans
and cries.
You will delight like I do in
our sweet – nest
you will believe
you will reach
and embrace the beauty
that you are
that I already see in you.

For the briefest of moments
you will understand why
I can’t resist you.

And we will kiss.

Even as your back turns
even as the doors
seal away your smile
for who knows how long
(time and space have now
turned against me)
I stand there
breathless
already missing you.

And all you did
was reach for me
in the way you do
but it seems
that was enough
to find me.

– Lola Moi –

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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