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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

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one for the team: part 2

They envy you, these buddies, these hockey boys.  You may be quick with the stick and a star on the ice but after tonight, Baby… they know there is truly only one Man and he’s mine.

I notice two teammates on the end of the bench; I reach over and stroke, lick, suck and tease their rock-hard sticks.  They reach down and fondle my tits, my pounding clit.  Soon, I feel the cock between my legs shudder and cum runs down my legs from the gushing fountain in his hands.  Free now to move, I crawl closer to my new friends on the bench and continue my blowjob while the other finger-fucks me from behind.  His hand doesn’t leave his cock when we both cum to my muffled screams.  The other bench warmer straddles my face then and I’m more than happy to oblige as he pumps my swollen, expert mouth.

On my back, head back with a full mouth, I feel more hands between my legs, as my ankles are lifted high into the air and another huge cock digs deep into my folds. My mouth continues working its magic until he shudders and hot cum drizzles down my cheek, my neck. I listen to him quietly moan as he smiles and looks over at you with newfound appreciation.

Now it’s just me with my ankles up in the air.  It’s the play your centre has been waiting for all night. I prop myself up on my elbows. He looks hard into my eyes, he pumps me furiously, and I grab my ankles and hold them to each side; he’s perfectly framed.  Just watching him while he fucks me almost makes me cum.  With each pounding, I grunt louder, moan deeper.  He feeds, stuffs, and pounds my pussy. My back can’t stop arching, I can’t stop these screaming moans as I release my ankles and squeeze, grab, and massage my bouncing tits.

You slip beside me on the bench, whisper hot lust into my ear.  I nearly go insane hearing you, smelling you, feeling you so close.  My fingers lace around your neck, as I cheer him on, “Fuck, oh yeah, fuuuuuuck me!  Give me more, more! Oh! Oh! Yeah, more! Fucking more… just shoot, shoot, shoooooot!!!!”

I let go of you and I reach for his hands and lie on the bench.  This hot buddy of yours laces his fingers through mine and slams my hands down on either side of my head, pounding my dripping pussy even harder.  I close my eyes and thrash and writhe beneath him.  When he finally cums, it’s so violent we nearly fall off the bench and we laugh in the aftershock of that power play.

I’m so not done, though. This one’s for the record books.

They look at you; not one teammate can believe how much cock I can take, how many times I can go… they almost envy you.  Because the more they stuff me, the harder they slam me, the more I want YOU.  I sit up and look at you, dirty and gleaming from these strangers’ passion.  We smile then.  I lick my lips, my bright, beautiful eyes begging for your hot, thick love.

Finally… finally, you give me what we both want.  You gently lie me back down, so my head hangs over the edge, and you dip your amazing piece of man-meat into my hot, ready mouth. I suck sweet and hard, I suck the big, swollen head of your beautiful, hard cock. The more I tease you, the more insistent you are, directing your  fucking thick, throbbing cock down into my warm, wet mouth. I just suck harder. I only take so much in my mouth, and then back off. I keep on teasing you like this until in one big, long, hard suck, I take all of you into my mouth, all the way down my throat.

Your hands slide along my smooth, lithe body and just before you cum, you lift me up. You kiss me so deep, so dear, tenderly. You kiss me because no matter what they do, we all know I’m yours.  We keep kissing as you carry me over to the showers, my legs wrapped around your hips.  Under the water, you lick and kiss me all over; you clean me and finally, finally fuck me, while I grip the showerhead.

I thrash and buck, completely wild from our hunger fuck. They all see how our bodies fit, how perfect we are together like this.  They see that I’m completely at the mercy of your strong, thick body… knowing hands, and famished cock.  They see that YOU are in fact The Great One.

And when we cum, I almost blackout from the force of your cum – again, amazed at how you fill me.  As we catch our breath, they ask me if I’ll take over as president for the hockey team’s fan club.  I blush, wrapping myself in your arms. You close the door behind you then, thanking them for a good game.

By Lola Moi