Tag Archives: thinking of you

full as craving…

… along the creases of my softest skin.

handle with care…

handle with careOh my fuck, I can’t stand it.
I can’t stand
not touching you.
I can’t stand not feeling your eyes on me.
I need to touch you
and be touched by you.
I need to hear you moan as you watch my pleasure.
I need to taste you with my everything.

so
.
many
.
needs

So, when I grab your hand and lead you into the bedroom, it’s not on sudden impulse; my tug is a longstanding ache of horny that has been needing you in unspeakably hot and naughty ways.

sorry, i’m late…

sorry, i'm late

I was watching myself cum…

here, in the everyday…

I watch a hummingbird hover outside my window.
I sip tea.

I sit on benches, overlooking pristine nature scenes I cannot even fathom the making-of.

I finger myself and the crisp sound of linens crinkling as I spread my legs makes me gasp your name.

 

cumming to a head…

Dear Gentle Sir,

I’ve been thinking about the tip of your cock, the fullness of your shaft, and its shining bead of pre-cum… again.

Fuck me soon,

Lola xo

salty treats…

salty treat 2

Suddenly missing your mouth…

salty treat 1

 

you just made me…

It’s windy today. All the windows are open. The leaves wrinkle the air like your warm, post-coital back wrinkles fresh linens. The wind reminds me of moans. Of our pleasure sounds. And how juicy I am when you’re between my legs.

It’s hard to describe the feeling of my long, silky and wet rubbing, pressing, pulsating against your strength and heat and bristles, width, and length. My body knows it, though; even now as I write it, my clit trembles and my lips swell at the thot.

I have to pause. I have to slowly slide my summer dress up and slip my silky panties to the side so that I can lay myself down on my bed and tend to the quivering cum I will become with thots of you.

How is it that the air carries the echo of your moans – some, the most delicious I’ve ever heard? How do your eyes manage to pierce my armour in memory and dreams? What mystery and magic are you that stops me in my tracks on sunny, windy days and makes me cum as sweet and deeply as I just did?

not just your mouth…

Clouds suddenly appear
in a crystal blue sky

not just your mouth

and I still say that you
(not just your mouth),
drive me mad.

bonnet de nuit…

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