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Performance Art

Lola Down
4 min readSep 11, 2019
Lo’s idea of Eroticon

I get in bed. I think Lo’s asleep, but she isn’t. She unbuttons my pj bottoms and pulls out my cock and grips it tightly with one hand. Her other hand is between her legs. She begins stroking my rod up and down. She spreads her legs and moans. I begin to maneuver myself over her body in order to penetrate her, but she says, “No, Daddy.”

“No?”

“No. Just lie on your back.”

“But, don’t you want me?”

“I want dick. I want to hold it. Just stay just like that,” she says. I give in to her request to lie on my back as she grasps my member with her left hand while stroking herself with her right. Her eyes remain closed. Her breathing accelerates. Her breasts heave. After ten minutes or so, she begins convulsing. She lets go of my phallus and grabs the sheets beneath her with her left hand as her right hand is plunging in-and-out of her gushing pussy. She moans, screams, and cums in waves.

After she has a moment to catch her breath, I ask her, “What were you imagining?”

“It’s bad, Daddy.”

“I like bad.”

“I was envisioning us,” she says enigmatically.

“Us how?”

“I imagined that we were going to the Erotica convention and that we were headlining for a reading of Match, Cinder & Spark. It was at a…

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Lola Down
Lola Down

Written by Lola Down

Just your average nymphomaniac next door. I love fan mail: downloladown@gmail.com

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