Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
Dear Gentle Sir,
I gasped aloud tonite (just now, in fact), thinking of you. The swell of my need arose sudden and sharp. I need your mouth on me. I want to be with you in all the ways that lovers know, in ways we have yet to know. There will only be “yes” between us… and the stories we weave with our bodies.
Over the moon for you,
Lola xo
Dear Gentle Sir,
I loved a man who was afraid of the Possible – the enormity of it. With me, he began to experience himself in his truest dimensions, that is, until he couldn’t bear it. So, he blamed me for his growing fear. He became afraid of me, not realizing it had nothing to do with me; I simply showed up and held up a mirror. He looked. He saw. He chose another – as is his wont. He prefers that which keeps him, contains him, controls him.
But even now, it is still in him – all that is Possible.
And it still has nothing to do with me.
These days, he tells himself things are great, that he is in a better place than ever before but he’s a step beside where he was before me: he is still small; he remains secretly, deeply afraid of the enormity of himself, of his own Light. He is happiest when he can hide.
Where once there was love, there now lives insight and a kind of wounded wisdom. Every time I kiss you, I wonder if you will (again), like him, take your turn and blame me for your fear? Or will you focus on my nipples, my glowing clit, and hot moans… hoping to drown out the terrifying call of what is Possible within you? Of the choices you are too afraid to make?
Truth is, it won’t be the first time.
I imagine you won’t try to be the last.
If I’m still here, that is.
Thoughtfully Yours,
Lola xo
Dear Gentle Sir,
Must I remind you?
When you hold me, firmly, losing yourself inside the flavours I am.
Your voice, especially when pleasure overtakes you.
Your hands gently, almost secretly, caressing mine.
The growing bob of your eager cock, and the way you watch me enjoying you.
The shiver you make when my tongue and lips read between the lines.
The surprise on your face when I blush from your masculine beauty.
The moan I am when I am with you.
The fucking moan I cannot keep inside.
Achingly Yours,
Lola xo
Dear Gentle Sir,
My clothes got wet tonite thanks to an accidental post-work shower overflow. I managed to get my pants mostly dried. I chose to walk home under a throbbing moon without any panties on. With every step, I thot of you.
Thrum,
Lola xo
Dear Gentle Sir,
Those fingers between my lips – both of them – are yours. Here, against the shower wall, I spread my long legs (with my foot propped on the ledge, leaning against you). The split of my impossibly smooth thighs invite you to push deeper, to race along the velvet corridor of my cunt. My hips tilt, guiding your eager tips to my sweet g-spot. My jaw drops. My hands find the back of your neck as the water races down, over my smooth mound. I am spread again. For you.
Our eyes meet as my hand grips your wrist, holding you inside me. I push you farther in. I want you here. I want you finger-deep in me and I want to fuck like this. At least for now. At least until you slip out and rub my clit with a focus and intensity that drills me into my hungriest self.
Then back inside. Please. Come back inside. Fuck me hungry like this. For now. Again.
Your fingers make me bite my lip, make me arch my back, make me push into you so that your muscles strain to hold me upright, to fuck me straight. Your fingers plunge, they make me moan. Even reading this, you feel the vibration of my breathless cry in your bones… and our desire leaks out of you in dewy drops that crown the head of your glorious cock. My juice fills your palm, and down your forearm, bathing you in adoration.
I need you like this, plummeting my depths, stirring up this passion, this connection we’ve only dared dream. All this that falls out of me and over you – is a waterfall of grace, appreciation… intimacy. It is my soul. This trust that spreads me and fills me, that makes me buck against you – calling me to dig my nails into your shoulder, bite your chest, and moan from the most secret part of me – is my gift to you.
Yes, you.
I love your hands; a gentleman’s palm… always. You, my sweet lover’s caress. My secret hunger made gorgeous flesh in you. Go on, choose: choose two fingers and turn the hot water on.
I’m waiting,
Lola Moi xo
Many times I’ve gone past
the fifth floor,
cranking upward,
but only once
have I gone all the way up.
Sixtieth floor:
small plants and swans bending
into their grave.
Floor two hundred:
mountains with the patience of a cat,
silence wearing its sneakers.
Floor five hundred:
messages and letters centuries old,
birds to drink,
a kitchen of clouds.
Floor six thousand:
the stars,
skeletons on fire,
their arms singing.
And a key,
a very large key,
that opens something —
some useful door —
somewhere —
up there.
– Anne Sexton (1975) –
When you breathe on me, my body responds with your name. And I want you exactly where you are, the way you are. I want to spread myself so that you can peer deep into my need, and still sing my praises – even as my soul sings yours. I want your tongue to trace every tremor. Our fingers entwine because we meet in the middle, and the force of our meeting – this pushing, and grinding, and moaning into shoulders, necks, thighs, and more – is a blessing I have dreamt of but was afraid to ask for. Your eyes full on mine, now.
Come here.
Be with me.
My sweet lover, my friend.
Cum.
Dear Gentle Sir,
Mornings like this, I wake full of need… and the magic that is my hands, just doesn’t quite cut it. Fuck.
Achingly Yours,
Lola Moi xo
ps: Your moans are the sexiest thing… ever.
Dear Gentle Sir,
Tell me a secret so dirty it turns you on just to admit it.
Lola Moi xo
Dear Gentle Sir,
I will fuck you. I will put my mouth on you. You will hear my sexy voice in your ear, a whisper of hard going straight to your gorgeous cock. I will undress for you, look you in the eyes and smile. And when I lie with you, my back will arch so you can feel my soft tits wrapped in hot mouth, under and around your lapping tongue. As my nipples harden, my fingers will trace your sweet face, run through your hair, along your nape, over your broad shoulders and down your spine as far as I can reach.
And as I travel down, over the ridges and curves of your beautiful (so fucking beautiful) man-body, my fingers will imprint my desire – they will memorize your pleasure.
I will go down on you. I will be your sweet little cocksucker. I will spread my silky thighs for you to kiss and we will suckle and slurp, nibble, tug and drink. I will moan. I will sigh your name. I will clench my hands around you and groan for more. I will taste divine. I will soak whatever you put in me. I will drip on whatever you put under me.
My tongue will trace you.
My body will embrace you.
I will take your breath away.
I will make you forget… the things you want to remember – the doubt and worry and fear. I will say “yes” until you forget even that matters and we will just BE the yes to one another. I will rub my swollen clit against your raging cock as it tap, tap, taps at my many doors. I will soak your delicious dick as you slip inside. I will press my hot skin against yours.
I will hold you. I will hold you with my eyes, my arms, my thighs, my cries for more. I will pant. I will glow with the shine of our exertions, I will taste your salty skin and I will squirm. I will need you… and you will feel my heat.
I will call your name and it will be our anthem.
I will make love to you in a thousand ways, with all my parts, slow and gentle… pounding and grinding. I will feel your ass clench each time you move deeper, so deep inside me. I will be inspired each time I hear pleasure slip out of you. And my passion will pull you beyond, draw out who you thought you were until you accept who you are.
I will make you feel.
And you will have permission.
I will feel your hands pulling at me, grabbing, holding, tugging, gripping me with fervour. I will match each buck and moan with my own. I will wrap my long limbs around you as you lift me, as you spin me, pin me. I will ride you to the moon and back. Your weight will be my elixir. Our Dirty will be the Good. And my juices will flow down us in a tide – we will be an ocean of acceptance.
I will kiss your perfect face, your gorgeous chest. I will close my eyes from the pressure building inside me. My brow will furrow as your jaw drops and clenches, as your cock whips me into a fuck-frenzy. I will dance. I will dance for you on this pole I love, on this gift you give me over and over again. I will pulse. I will gasp. I won’t be able to stop.
All over you, I will cum.
I will cum with your name on my lips.
I will cum for you as you watch me.
I will cum and reach for you with my every cell but my voice will reach you first.
I will smell our sex on my skin, on yours.
I will smile and mew at your flushed beauty.
I will trace and hold you anew.
I will whisper to you all your glories and you will believe me: I will speak true. I will give this to you… and more.
Ever Sweetly Yours,
Lola Moi xo