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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

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you will…

Dear Gentle Sir,

You will rest your mouth on my nipple. You will drape your tongue around each supple mound until I am hard.  And then, you will suck.  You will suck on me until my back arches, while my throat moans, and my fingers become lost in your hair.  Your hands – strong and sure – they will hold me in place.  They will hold me while I squirm and arch and wriggle my pleasure beneath your broad expanse.  You will press your body against mine.  You will hold me tight against you.  With each pounding, you will spread me wider, plunge me deeper. You will take me to the edge and we will fall.

My tits will bound to your rhythm.
My back and hips will dance to your beat.
My limbs will clasp and splay as I cry out your name.

You will do this.
While you suck and hold and fuck me.
You will do this because I want… no, need you to.
And you will not stop.
You will do this until we fall.
(Oh, may we plummet!)
Again.
and
Again.
You will do this until I cum.
You will do this until I am done.

Ever Yours,

Lola Moi xo

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no words…

It doesn’t matter that we don’t always understand the Now or can imagine the Future – I still want to kiss you all the time.
Your smell lingers on me for days after we have touched.
My knees still grow weak from your one casual glance.
Your voice trembles down along my spine, landing hot and wet between my legs – always between my legs.
Your eyes slay me; I am riveted, there is no going back.
Not now.

Listen.

Can you hear my heart beat faster?
There are no words.

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fearful adoration…

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman.
She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration,
yet she would not at once fight against it.

– D. H. Lawrence –

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why i ask…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I should probably be more threatened by other women, by the women who surround you in your every day – the ones I don’t know, the ones I know you are attracted to, even those you have been with.  And on the rare occasion that I do feel such uncertainty, it is only for want of something that can never be because try as I might, I cannot be everything to you; I will never be your All.

This is the risk one takes when giving and receiving another’s trust and heart-truth.

I am not easily threatened because more than that, I am overtly curious.  For every time your heart patters or your cock dances, it reveals aspects of yourself that I thought I knew or have yet to experience with you.  And I want to know you.  I like knowing all about you.  I love knowing what turns you on. And if she makes you moan, then tell me… so I can learn.  I want to awaken your hunger like she does but do it in my own way.

This may unnerve you – my need to ask, to know, to picture who and how you are/ have been with other women.  My need for naked truth between us may feel like too much and I don’t mean to batter at your door.   In this way, I may feel most unfamiliar and be unlike any woman you know or have known… and may ever know.

But you, you are unlike any man I know; your attractions are varied and surprising and far from cliché. What attracts you to one may not be the same with another.  Your tastes are refined and your complexity is part of what makes you so fucking sexy to me.

So, when I ask, I want to know because I want to know what pleases you so that I might please you.  When I ask, it’s because I want to eradicate worry and doubt and fear from the spaces between us.  When I ask, I am trying to be brave (in spite of my flaws and insecurities) and give to you in a way that no one else has before.

When I ask, I am asking because the more I know, the more I can give.  When I ask, I am letting you decide how much permission I have to be who I am, and yes, with each answer, you determine who we both can be…

Ever with Sweet Promise,

Lola Moi xo

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always and ever…

Dear Gentle Sir,

The side of my breast is smooth, a rounded orb that fits perfectly in your palm. My inner thighs, smooth as silk, spread when I say your name.  My back in constant arch awaits your touch.  My skin trembles to hear your voice.  I love it when you go down on me; I am already wet for you.  Even when your appetite changes, mine does not; I only want you.

Always and Ever,

Lola Moi xo

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If…

Dear Gentle Sir,

If I were your skin, I would be Bliss.
If I were your hands, I would never dress.
If I were your heart, I would give you exactly what you wanted… needed.
If I were your eyes, I wouldn’t take me off you.
To be your diaphram would be a breathtaking adventure.
And only Truth would fall from your mouth, if I were your tongue.

Your brain, could it comprehend the magnitude of my desire for you
would be confused to understand all this
curiosity
admiration
acceptance
I have for your flawed perfection.

If you were me, you would know joy
every time I looked at you
and heard your voice
or watched you walk
witnessing you being who you are in this world.

If you were my cunt, you would
swellandthrumandachewithdrip
Just like I am now
wantinglongingrememberingthinking of you.

Yes, you, gentle sir.

Always,

Lola Moi xo