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Psst ... Hey, you. Come a little closer and whisper all those sweet nothings in our ear; you know how much that voice turns us on. The writers in today's roundup of some of tour favorite moments from the sex blog scene sure know how to get a reaction using their oral skills ... and we don't meant those oral skills. Listen in on a demanding voice barking out instructions, and a hoarse one moaning in pleasure — but you'd better be careful about what secrets a friend could let slip to a new lover. If a situation gets out of control in the friendly neighborhood porn store, you'll hear the voice switch on a dime from understanding to commanding. And as it turns out, meaning can be crystal clear even between people who speak different languages; could it be that nudity can do what no number of foreign phrase books could ever accomplish?
Listen closely to Always Aroused Girl after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Always Aroused Girl
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The Voice. Oh, how it makes me weak. Her normal conversational affect is kind; smiling; excited. She's the kind of woman who has a smile for everyone. She walks into a room and it brightens. Her favorite movie is, I kid you not, "Mary Poppins." She is cute as a button, the kind of happy person that most offices have — if they're lucky — who brings in casseroles for morning meetings, who stays late to listen to people talk about their problems. But when she's my Mistress — oh, that changes. Her voice is strong, powerful, commanding. And there's a seething intensity underneath it all — a vibe she gives off that there's this kind of caged aggression that's locked up and under control, but if she let it go, she could hurt the hell out of me. She owns the world, when she's my Mistress. She's cruel.
- Under The Boot
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Relying a bit too much on the kindness of strangers
Consequently, his hovering next to a shelf, coincidentally providing him an unobstructed view of the women in question, and idly fingering a movie case he had yet to glance at put him resoundingly in the ranks of the unwashed stalker. I was only too obliged to approach this critter on behalf of the store. I was not subtle in my route toward him and once I drew to within a couple yards of him, he began to pay assiduous attention to the movies arranged on the shelf before him. I wonder if anyone has ever fallen for such a feeble pretext of innocence. It wouldn't be me this night however. I told him he needed to leave immediately. He nodded and started sauntering toward the door, pausing to look at another shelf at one point. I got less polite in my demand that he remove himself from the property with alacrity. I was quite testy when I finally shuffled him out the door.
- Cast Upon the Thorns
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Erin with a capital oooaaaaahhh
This time, with only two fingers inside, I worked Erin's wet, open cunt and making things up as I went along - imagining rhythms and patterns to her delight. Swearing that I was not in fact a beginner, that I was indeed a seasoned veteran, she came, grinding on my hand and gave a hearty, healthy, "haaah" before she pulled my hand out, off and pulled me close to her, breathing. I sighed, "I love bodies. There's nothing that makes me more angry than when people who have trouble loving their shape." We agreed that was a travesty, and that we loved our bodies. They awoke me at 8:30 to take me back to my car so that I could make my way across the bridge and back to my warm bed.
- Miss Avarice speaks her mind
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And he thrust into me in one strong stroke, hard enough to make me jerk under his body and try to buck him off. It was out of a porn video or an improbable fantasy, this swift thrust, and that's how he went on to fuck me, in steady, strong, complete strokes, to remind me, again and again and again, that I was being penetrated. I remember him being so hard, hard enough to bruise me, and I kept my eyes fixed on his forearm, the veins, the sinews, my mouth open with perpetual surprise. The gall. The gall to fuck me like this. There's no way this could be legal.
- debauchette
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one time
after she came and came
a puddle of her pussy and sweat
on my chest, shoulders, neck, chin, cheeks and so forth
my tongue tingled in
tiny electric shocks and
my lips were swollen and red
for hours afterwards
- Tongue Tied Blue
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It wasn't fully hard. It was enormous, thick, but probably not even hard enough to fuck her properly yet, but that only made her mouth and throat seem even more stuffed full. Breathing was impossible, tears and choking had replaced every sense. Pinpricks of red flashed behind her eyes, and she heard herself snort out all her breath. As soon as she did, he pulled her head back, and let her gasp herself back. Then he was pushing her back down again, and without even thinking, this time she opened her mouth and throat deeply to take him in, her hands grabbing his hips to guide herself. She let him force it past her gag, and managed to hold there, rocking her head, and stroking the shaft that was left outside her mouth. Then choking again, and as he pulled her back she heard "thats right my little slut, thats how she said you'd like it."
- Verticaldancer
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See also: Sugasm #118: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
Thumbnail: Jana Cova's Dirty Phone Sex (Twistys @ Ask Jolene)
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