Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
“We should cultivate the ability to say no to activities
for which we have no time, no talent,
and which we have no interest or real concern.
If we learn to say no to many things,
then we will be able to say yes to things that matter most.”
– Roy Blauss –
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
In that book which is
My memory…
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words…
Here begins a new life
– Dante Alighieri –
When my nipple hardens in your mouth.
Hearing your voice, husky and hot in my ear.
The way you watch me as I undress for you.
Your cum face.
Licking and sucking the length and width of your dancing cock.
Hearing your fantasies, making them happen.
To dress for you, without a bra and barely a pair of panties.
A hearty, deep finger fuck.
My long legs draped over your shoulders.
My lips barely tracing your body… all over.
Your sex smell.
Being completely still and naked in front of the other, barely breathing… watching the other.
Your hands gripping tight in my hair, on my hips, around my breasts.
Every time you blush.
When you undress me, slowly, gently, sweetly.
When you firmly, unapologetically hold my wrists above my head, pin them behind my back.
When your brow creases from need, from the intensity of our pleasure.
The nape of your neck.
Knowing what you think when you touch yourself.
Your secrets.
I want you to make love to me. I want to hold you, feel our fingers entwined. I want to squeeze your strong hands while I cum. I want you to feel the beautiful power you are within me.
(free me.)
Breathe on my neck, smell my hair and let your warmth fill my ears.
Romance is a tender kiss with a lingering promise of more to come.
– Tim Campbell –
that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.
― Hermann Hesse ―
… and I’m losing control.
