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everyday epiphanies…

 

slurping slit…

slurping slit
Right now.
For you.

star of wonder…

star of wonder

my bonny lies…

by bonny lies

oh, my juice…

I masturbate.
I think of you.
I cum.

oh my juice… because there is this: your lips, your tongue, your fingers, your anything you want… tracing over these dips and waves of me. You trace me, leaving a trail. And I watch you. I fucking want you. My hands hold you – slip along your nape – and my fingers slide through your hair as you pass over me again. And again. My fingers grip your dewy tip, I cup the throat of your cock, choking it, gripping your heat; your shaft warms me. I know because I feel your heat mix with mine – slick, between my thighs and folds of my sweet cunt – it slides between my ass cheeks. I am like this for you. We will fuck soon. I want you to fill me as much as you want, as deep as you can, as hard and hungry as we must. I tug and spin my clever fingers around the head of your throbbing need and down, down, to your rock-hard base. Your balls fit perfectly in my hands. You are so beautiful.
I kiss you and bite your lip – my tongue, a foreshadow of what is to cum.
You moan and grow even more in my hands.
Oh, my juice… I am so wet. So fucking wet.

spring showers…

spring showers
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

– Langston Hughes

he flowers

all’s well that ends well…

alls' well that ends well
… and then we begin again.

 

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

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