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may i feel said he…

by e.e. cummings

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

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1 + 1 = 3…

Part 3: the finale

I swing your blonde dream girl around and spread her out on the cum-soaked sheets. She looks at us and smiles as she traces her outline… she’s so fucking hot.  Our sexy bodies meet tit-to-tit, cunt-to-cunt and we tongue each nook and cranny while you direct our tugs and bites.  Because you are who we are here for; we’re here so you can watch our bodies, slick with sweat and cum, entwine for a girl-on-girl fuckfest.

Her fingers, mouth and tongue dip into all my crevices and your dick rears its head, listening to my deep moans.  “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt about this,” she says, looking right at you, “Kissing for you. Licking for you. Fucking for you.” Her breath catches then and for a moment, we are lost in the smooth wonder of ourselves.

If it weren’t for my brown and black/ her pink and blonde, you wouldn’t know ass from head as we eat each other out, building into another feeding frenzy. My favourite vibrator slips into her little asshole, warming her up for the massive, throbbing baseball bat you now hold in your sure hands. And as we eat, slurp and chomp on our soaked muffs, you’re ready to have your way with us again.  But this time, there’s only going through the backdoor.

You spin her onto her back, lifting her hips against you, her knees falling to the floor by her head.  Ass-up, her tits spill into her face. She gasps and cries out as your cock fills her. She gasps with pleasure, encouraging you to keep going. She pulls me over her face so, I am facing you now, my body quivering with the intense pleasure of her mouth. I finger my clit and my jaw drops as I look at you. I nod, and smile at your amazing body in the peak of its pleasure zone. We are a web of bodies as I watch you enjoying this gift.

And you remember why you promised we’d never be apart.  Even now, with your cock embedded and thrashing another’s ass, we see each other and can’t believe our luck.  We moan our deep, dirty moans as you push deeper into her.  You ask, “Yes?” and I say, ““I want all of it, every… last … drop…” so you thrust  harder. I slip away, come behind you, spreading my juice on my fingers so I can tease your asshole.

We’re all breath, panting, heaving, moaning waves of pleasure. You push and push until she screams her cum in a raspy voice.

You feel her asshole clench up and you grab on, squeezing her tits simultaneously…  you bury your head in her sweaty, blonde hair as she arches up into you. Your curvy treat howls with unbelievable pleasure.

Raw sex.

I want you to hear it now.  Right where you are. Can you imagine how hungry we are for you, my love-starved man?  Now remember how fantastic you-me-we are and listen to your dick begging to swing ‘round my way. You know you can’t wait to finish with me… see me again so you can hear my own cries of pleasure, the way your cum fills me with sweet love.  Tell me, how perfect is it to picture us while you sit wherever you are… in your Oscar-worthy performance as the nice guy, the reserved, grounded thinker… ever the consummate gentleman.

I get wet just thinking about it.
I get this way just thinking about you.
Oh, my God, please, just come to me now.

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in the shower…

Dear Gentle Sir,

When I am in the shower, and I am alone, that’s when I miss you the most.

I hear your delicious voice in my ear; soft, deep and gentle. The hot water traces me, rushing down along my creases, over my mounds and into my folds; I am warmed by this heat as it caresses me – not unlike the way my velvet walls caress your heat.

My long, dark hair plasters to my back, halfway down my spine, and as I tilt my head to let the water wash over me, it becomes a flush of pleasure – the same pleasure I feel when your tongue and mouth are on my neck, my breasts, my waist, and inner thighs… like so. My eyes close and I see you; your width, your strength, and the promise of your weight soon to be wrapped around me.

Dear God, you are so beautiful to see, my gentle lover, my sweet sir.

I lather the soap with my hands, watching the foam build in my palm, like you do when I touch you with these same  hands. I feel  the foam grow in my hand just like you do when you watch me, when I let myself spread and bend and curve, arch and buck for you. I am like silk. The soap covers me like breath and I moan softly, my throaty mew muffled by the steam.

These suds suspend time as they spill over all that I am: soft, round and smooth, lithe, narrow and strong, sweet and bold in this body of mine. I watch the white bubbles float and flow, mesmerized just like I am when I watch you drink me in, when you lap me up with your eyes, your hands, your mouth, your thighs and feet; it’s as though you are parched, and I am the only well that could possibly appease your insatiable thirst.

And I want you thirsty, I want you hungry I want you ripe with desire, without apology for needing all that I have to give you. Because even when you hold me with all your strength, when you grip and ply, push and pound me, your touch is gentle like all these bubbles and water… even when I am most dirty, with you, I feel clean.

When I rinse, I let the water take its time, I let the beads trickle and loiter because I know that’s how you prefer me: lingering in all this wet… my wet… for you.

Yours, In All Ways,

Lola Moi xo