The Zoeverse
He’s my Favorite Lover because of the way his confidence kicked in that day he made me come with his mouth for the first time. Massaging my outer lips in different patterns. Fingers of his left hand go up whilst the right ones go down. Pulling my clit into different shapes underneath his tongue. Relentlessly Read More
Mama say let that man sleep. Don’t you wake him. No matter what he promised. Only wake him if he axe for it. Don’t take on his responsibilities. Ain’t none of your business. Not your job to steer him. You steer yourself. Let that man sleep. Even if he’s gonna be late. It’s not your Read More
He is handsome and wholesome, and is withholding sex. He waits. Isn’t ready. Wholesome Clark needs to be comfortable. His denial gets me so hot. We go on chaste dates. Hold hands while walking by the lake. At dinner with his brother and girlfriend, he’ll play footsie with me under the table. Always innocent, never Read More
This piece is continued from the previous free sexy reads, here, I’m now in Atlanta. He’s in Barcelona. Missed Video Chat 1:52 PM “Did u call me again?” I ask, frozen. “I do expect you to stop, yes. Then again I have told you I intend to still want you when you are 80. There Read More
Some people call it inertia. I am simpler with my terminology. I call it stuck. Those times in life when the pathway is dim are one kind of stuck. When it is difficult to figure out what to do next, or where to go. Those moments when it seems like routine has gotten the best Read More
“I want to cut your hair. U asked me to” he types. I’ve been reveling in the free sexy chat for days. I fantasize about him cutting my hair still. “Yes. I want to hug you.” “Hug. Hugs.” “I want to kiss you” I press further. “Before i cut your hair i must kiss you. Read More
Nigeria is the future because to live there you have to be one of the toughest people on the planet, and yet the most porous. You must let everything through, all the joy, all the sorrow. Corruption, color, colonialism. Nigeria is extreme. Nigeria will explode. The people are at the bursting point. You can hear Read More
It’s a party night in Los Angeles, and the last thing on my mind is dating Russian men or a Russian lover. It’s international and integrated, as many Los Angeles parties are. And there’s my Chinese American friend and some Siberian couchsurfer and a Mexican and then two space scientists from Austria and Russia. The Read More
“Don’t get technical” my pentecost lover compels through dirty sex chat. “Lol. I like how you give orders. Relax. Don’t get technical. Can you boss me around a little more?” “Stand tall….. Reach up your hands…..part your legs…..find your center of gravity. What are you wearing?” he asks. “I’m wearing underwear and an old t-shirt Read More
In this moment, you are my lover. “Scared”, I say, staring into his eyes. A veil of his sandy hair draping over the corner of one of them. Not an hour earlier he shook with embarrassment to tell me that he didn’t like my body, and that had impacted his attraction to me and his Read More