dilettante…
Dear Gentle Sir,
There is a man who believes I pine for him. This couldn’t be farther from the truth: this is one of many stories he tells himself to make himself feel better – his hollow attempt to right the wrongs he’s convinced himself are mine.
I am not thinking of what was never there with him when my tongue swirls around your balls, making them swing, inspiring delirious pleasure. I am too busy bucking up against you as you drill that beautiful, thick, pulsating cock into me.
I am relying on our moans and my taut nipples and your strong hands and our bodies – straining with pleasure – to keep us here: now, right where we are, fucking and free.
Deeply Yours,
Lola xo
reap the whirlwind…
you’ve got to find yourself first…
by muteness as by a scream…
too little too late…
make love, take a bath, make love again…
something of the miracle…
sweet morsel, more…
heart and. . .
The thing your woman wants most from you is for you to hunt her down, pry her open and find her core.
– Kim Anami –