(not so) easy to forget…

Dear Gentle Sir,

The first time I saw you naked, I wanted to climb you with a compulsion monkeys must have when they see a tall, glorious tree. I wanted to taste you in mango-sweet ways as one must suck and lick and test and devour divine succulence.

The first time I touched your barest of skin, I gasped.
I hope you always remember this fact.

The first time I saw you naked, I was already wet; every fold between my legs had been begging me to spread – they wanted you to hear how lovely your name sounds springing forth from inside me.  I was already saying “yes” to every dream you had.

The first time you touched me, I lost my breath.
I hope you never forget this fact.

Yours from the Beginning,

Lola Moi xo

the blessing…

I can only bite my tongue when you get on your knees  Pinch my nipples to match the thrill of your coarse face grinding into my smoother-than-silk clit   Pull your hair with each lap your tongue makes  I can only bite the blessingyour shoulder with each breath you heave then moan then moan then moan Lose yourself knuckle deep in me   Dip yourself ball-heavy against me  Hold my hips as I squirm your initials in the air  Lick my pussy juice as it trails your throbbing shaft  Your cock my fuck pole of delight that never ends  Just don’t stop yet  Panting each moan buck quiver whimper cry for this and that and yes and yes and oh fuck yes   This moment of meeting and parting again and again inside and out upside and down  I can only bite my tongue from begging you to stay to stay to stay one moan longer.

under a waterfall…

Dear Gentle Sir,

Those fingers between my lips – both of them – are yours. Here, against the shower wall,  I spread my long legs (with my foot propped on the ledge, leaning against you). The split of my impossibly smooth thighs invite you to push deeper, to race along the velvet corridor of my cunt. My hips tilt, guiding your eager tips to my sweet g-spot. My jaw drops. My hands find the back of your neck as the water races down, over my smooth mound. I am spread again. For you.

Our eyes meet as my hand grips your wrist, holding you inside me. I push you farther in. I want you here. I want you finger-deep in me and I want to fuck like this. At least for now. At least until you slip out and rub my clit with a focus and intensity that drills me into my hungriest self.

Then back inside. Please. Come back inside. Fuck me hungry like this. For now. Again.

Your fingers make me bite my lip, make me arch my back, make me push into you so that your muscles strain to hold me upright, to fuck me straight. Your fingers plunge, they make me moan. Even reading this, you feel the vibration of my breathless cry in your bones… and our desire leaks out of you in dewy drops that crown the head of your glorious cock. My juice fills your palm, and down your forearm, bathing you in adoration.

I need you like this, plummeting my depths, stirring up this passion, this connection we’ve only dared dream. All this that falls out of me and over you – is a waterfall of grace, appreciation… intimacy. It is my soul. This trust that spreads me and fills me, that makes me buck against you – calling me to dig my nails into your shoulder, bite your chest, and moan from the most secret part of me – is my gift to you.

Yes, you.

I love your hands; a gentleman’s palm… always. You, my sweet lover’s caress. My secret hunger made gorgeous flesh in you. Go on, choose: choose two fingers and turn the hot water on.

I’m waiting,

Lola Moi xo