Solely Soli

  Wanted to take a brief moment to thank anyone who has/continues to keep up with this blog! I’ve been away for a while, but I’m back and I’m badder. ❤️ I never want to be inauthentic or do a half-assed job at anything I love, so it didn’t feel fair to my own work or to you, to write something that wasn’t true to me. If we haven’t met, my name is Soleia (so•lay•uh) or Soli, I started this blog as an outlet for myself and other (former) sexually repressed individuals to keep as a sort of judgment-free, shame-free, journal of horny thoughts (?)  Anyways, thanks for you interest and I hope you have as much fun reading as I do writing.  S.

I feel something crushing me. It pulls in the skin of my waist, and crackles my ribs. Sucking sweetly and wholly, the air from my lungs. It’s harmless and it doesn’t hurt…  Me I know that you can see the quickening in-and-about rhythm beneath the collar of my shirt. Strong enough to move my body when your gaze meets mine. A wavering, hot red ray of light forming between  You and I Never to come, but to form in a way that is ultimately connective and invisible. A subconscious dance. To fall into my far-away daily mind and into your wet dreams. Uttering my name in the dark and to no one. Imagining the taste of me in brief, fragrant passes. I watch your eyes drift from an appropriately ordinary thought to obscene reverie, losing your time on my lips. I know you place yourself between them.  I know all of your truths and the many lies spoken between your mind and body. You Will never touch me. You’ll never run the silken string of my panties through your fingers or pull them ...