Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
Being adored… and feeling it.
Being wanted… and seeing it.
(It is possible… here in this moment, now.)
Being desired… and knowing it.
This is the pleasure beyond lust.
This is the hope beyond what has passed.
This is the glow in my eyes when I look at you.
Yes, at you.
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I taste you and realize I have been starving.
Our practice is to find our true home.
When we breathe, we breathe in such a way
that we can find our true home.
When we make a step,
we make a step in such a way
that we touch our true home with our feet.
— Thich Nhat Hanh —
Dear Gentle Sir,
There is a spot in my clit that, when pressed/squeezed/sucked, fills my entire body with delicious squirm. There is a spot along your jaw that has the same effect on me – mostly when you look me in the eyes and smile. And always when you moan. Always then.
There is spot in the crook of each elbow (cousin to the same spots behind my knees) that, when licked/suckled/nibbled, fills me wet and raw with hunger. There is a spot under the head of your cock that has the same effect on me – mostly when you groan and tremble uncontrollably with electric need. And always when you blush. Always then.
There is a spot between us that is silent, still. A space that awaits your touch – suspended time. A breath between us, sometimes translated into words we read. Other times, into the secret, soft crevices of the other’s ear. A pause that is the slick juice between my legs, the hardening of my nipples, the arch of my ass into the air, the sweet swelling of my lips, and the reaching of my heart’s skin to feel you inside me. Again.
And again.
Fuck, I need to feel you again.
To see your eyes full of need for me, and for you to see mine, too.
There is a spot inside you, inside me, that neither of us can deny. (As much as we have tried. And will likely try some more.) You: the calm before the storm. Me: the “yes” to your “no.” We trace these spots – so many spots – in our mind’s eye, each time we lick the tips of fingers that still shine with the slick secret of our honey cum.
To remember is to do.
To do is to create memories new.
“Tell me more. Show me.”
Please,
Lola Moi xo
The wind seduces me.
Always.
Like your eyes do.
Like your mouth… and tongue does.
Like your hands do.
And each sweet moan.
It matters not that I tell myself:
I am a creature of the land and my soul is the water.
It’s always the wind that captures me unawares.
There, until you’re suddenly… not.
On my back, my pussy gushes with each plunge my fingers make. I work my clit for you; each gasp a testament to the depths of our mutual appreciation. My body dances to the rhythm of your breath. The look in your eyes mirror mine: we each are overwhelmed in this gift of meeting and pleasing, and in this heat of fueling the other’s secret desires. I am here with you; there’s no place I’d rather be.
I do this for you. You know this because you see it in me.
The echo of your moans thrill me – inspire me. I am so deep inside for you. How I love the way my sounds make you clench and squirm. Your face flushes as you restrain yourself, as you lick your lips and try to catch your breath… to steady yourself. You tell yourself you don’t need me like this. Inside, a chant: this will be another day without her, without seeing her, hearing her, smelling her like this. You believe you are immune to the force of our attraction. And in so many ways you are… just not today.
Just watching me makes you want to cum.
I whip myself closer to frenzy, my cunt overflows with joy to be so close – so spread – for you. “Fuck,” you whisper… mesmerized. You pull your cock out, and I slick it with my juiced-up hand. Your moan is lost in our kiss. As you begin the delicate work of coaxing honey-sweet precum out of your beautiful hard, my breath leaves me. Fuck… fuckfuckfuck. My sweet lover, just looking at you and my cunt thrums and throbs with desire.
For you.
My big brown eyes see you the way you can’t yet see yourself: unquenchable. Wholly desirable. We smile at one another and I realize I like you this way – lost in the “yes” of us, in the silky promise of my slicked-up inner thighs. What madness makes me want to dance like this for you and never stop? My back arches again and again. Our shared pleasure is the stuff dreams are made of.
Time is lost.
And soon, we find ourselves at a new beginning. Here, together, a man and a woman begin to glimpse The Impossible. As we receive from the other in ways that we feel wholly undeserving of, we begin to find ourselves new. With each panted breath, we mirror our own fragility. Our intimate release fans more than passion, we decimate the ancients of doubt, shame, and fear.
The dark is around us now but you are light.
You are brave enough to look into my eyes as my body shakes. You are promise. You are the repeated thot, the secret memory waiting impatiently years from now. But right now, together, we are the juiciest cum. Moan for me tonite and you will see.
I’ll be the church, you be the steeple.
You be the King, I’ll be the people.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought you’d leave me behind.
While I was being such a wreck, I thought you’d treat me unkind.
But you helped me change my mind.
I’ll be the sun, you be the shining.
You be the clock, I’ll be the timing.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought you’d leave me behind.
While I was feeling so upset, I thought the sun never shine.
Then I found Forever
Hey! Hey! love!
We’ve been best friends forever darling.
That’s’ what’s up!
Forever!
No matter what!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
That’s what’s up!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
No matter what!
You be the book, I’ll be the binding.
You be the words, I’ll be the rhyming.
While I was feeling such a wreck, I thought of losing my mind.
While I was feeling such a mess, I thought the sun never shine.
You be the bird, I’ll be the feather.
We’ll be the best of friends forever.
While I was feeling such a mess I thought you’d leave me behind.
When I was feeling such a wreck, I thought you’d treat me unkind.
Then I found
Forever! And Always!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days!
Forever!
Come with me!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days!
You’ve got my love to lean on darling.
All the days
All of our days
Yeah…
Love is a shelter.
Love is a cause.
Love goes on forever.
Yeah, Love will leads us all.
Love! It is our honor.
Love! It is our all.
Love goes on forever.
Yeah, Love it is our home.
Oh yeah!
Yeah! That’s what’s up!
Oh yeah!
That’s what’s up!
Yeah That’s what’s up!
– Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros –
You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for
the fire and I
ㅤㅤattendant upon you, shaken by your beauty
Shaken by your beautyㅤㅤ.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Shaken.
– William Carlos Williams –
