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yes or yes…

yes or yes
Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person.
It’s just the way they take you to a place no one else can.

— Unknown —

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the last time i was here, so were you…

On my back, my pussy gushes with each plunge my fingers make. I work my clit for you; each gasp a testament to the depths of our mutual appreciation. My body dances to the rhythm of your breath. The look in your eyes mirror mine: we each are overwhelmed in this gift of meeting and pleasing, and in this heat of fueling the other’s secret desires. I am here with you; there’s no place I’d rather be.

I do this for you. You know this because you see it in me.

The echo of your moans thrill me – inspire me. I am so deep inside for you. How I love the way my sounds make you clench and squirm. Your face flushes as you restrain yourself, as you lick your lips and try to catch your breath… to steady yourself. You tell yourself you don’t need me like this. Inside, a chant: this will be another day without her, without seeing her, hearing her, smelling her like this. You believe you are immune to the force of our attraction. And in so many ways you are… just not today.

Just watching me makes you want to cum.

I whip myself closer to frenzy, my cunt overflows with joy to be so close – so spread – for you. “Fuck,” you whisper… mesmerized. You pull your cock out, and I slick it with my juiced-up hand. Your moan is lost in our kiss. As you begin the delicate work of coaxing honey-sweet precum out of your beautiful hard, my breath leaves me. Fuck… fuckfuckfuck. My sweet lover, just looking at you and my cunt thrums and throbs with desire.

For you.

My big brown eyes see you the way you can’t yet see yourself: unquenchable. Wholly desirable. We smile at one another and I realize I like you this way – lost in the “yes” of us, in the silky promise of my slicked-up inner thighs. What madness makes me want to dance like this for you and never stop? My back arches again and again. Our shared pleasure is the stuff dreams are made of.

Time is lost.

And soon, we find ourselves at a new beginning. Here, together, a man and a woman begin to glimpse The Impossible. As we receive from the other in ways that we feel wholly undeserving of, we begin to find ourselves new. With each panted breath, we mirror our own fragility. Our intimate release fans more than passion, we decimate the ancients of doubt, shame, and fear.

The dark is around us now but you are light.

You are brave enough to look into my eyes as my body shakes. You are promise. You are the repeated thot, the secret memory waiting impatiently years from now. But right now, together, we are the juiciest cum. Moan for me tonite and you will see.

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blessings for the longest night…

All throughout these months
as the shadows
have lengthened,
this blessing has been
gathering itself,
making ready,
preparing for
this night.

It has practiced
walking in the dark,
traveling with
its eyes closed,
feeling its way
by memory
by touch
by the pull of the moon
even as it wanes.

So believe me
when I tell you
this blessing will
reach you
even if you
have not light enough
to read it;
it will find you
even though you cannot
see it coming.

You will know
the moment of its
arriving
by your release
of the breath
you have held
so long;
a loosening
of the clenching
in your hands,
of the clutch
around your heart;
a thinning
of the darkness
that had drawn itself
around you.

This blessing
does not mean
to take the night away
but it knows
its hidden roads,
knows the resting spots
along the path,
knows what it means
to travel
in the company
of a friend.

So when
this blessing comes,
take its hand.
Get up.blessing
Set out on the road
you cannot see.

This is the night
when you can trust
that any direction
you go,
you will be walking
toward the dawn.

– Jan Richardson –

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thinkin’ about…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Will you do something? Just this one thing… for me?

When next you dress, go commando. Let your balls swing along the crease of your jeans or whatever you’ve slipped your long legs into. Let your cock push up against what it must. And then, as you travel through your day discover exactly how many times, places, ways I could just simply unzip you and suck.

Or maybe we simply unzip and… uh huh, just fuck.

As you go through your day, mark how easy it is for me to dip in and grope, cradle, trace… with hand, tongue, breath.  Note how the simple act of me dropping to my knees and opening my mouth makes your mind drift, dream, and beg for me to stay there, on my knees, for however long you want me.

I think you’ll be surprised to learn how many moments there are in your day for me. You might even be amazed to find that you want me there; perhaps you will find yourself pleased to see that I’ve arrived and am at your service.

You may even find pre-cum has coated the inner cotton of your pants.  This, from just thinking about me… arriving. Don’t be surprised by what is conjured by the power of your swinging balls and your amazing soft-to-thick-to soft-to-thick pole.

Whatever happens, keep track, note the thrum I am in each corner of your day; in fact, mark us in each corner, in all the stairwells, the backyards and seats, the countertops, elevators, and maybe even a bed. Update me as the day goes on, whatever. But I wanna know.

Getting juicy just thinkin’ about it.
Getting hot just thinkin’ about what’s in your pants.
Getting hoarse from horny thinkin’ about… you.

And yeah, I said it.
So, what are you gonna do about it?

Impatiently Yours,

Lola Moi xo