They say that the best way to warm up a body is skin-to-skin contact. At least, that's what we learned on that ski trip back in high school. With the air turning chill, this Friday Sex Blog Roundup features some of the best bloggers on the web generating some serious heat. There's sexy texting, gushers, interminable fuck sessions and against-the-car banging. With stories this hot, you might just forget that it really is time to break out the cold weather gear: Flannel sheets, fur-lined handcuffs and warming lube.
Madeline's got your spiked apple cider after the jump.
Whisper "whore" in my ear and I'll drip all over the bed.
In the not so distant past I lay cross length on his bed, my yoga flexible legs spread apart and up and practically over my head, exposing my sex to him in a most vulnerable and accessible way. Pushing down on my thighs, holding me both apart and still, he plunged his cock into my pussy.
"Mmmm...you're just a fuckhole, aren't you?"
I gasped for air as he said this. Gasped as he pounded me.
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MrsMD: I cant even explain how great it feels to have your lips on me
MrMD: You don't have to explain it, I can hear it in your voice as it quivers when you come I can taste it on my lips when your pussy gushes on my face
MrsMD: Do it again later, please and yes I will beg u
MrMD: No need to beg you just need to show me that hot, juicy pussy of yours
MrsMD: Will do so until ltr my love
MrMD: Later my love
Wednesday:
MrsMD: Did I tell you I love you today? Well I do!
MrMD: Well that's good because I love you too my horny cock sucking slut
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Bodies stretched, taut. Pressing urgently into one another, skin on skin. Legs intertwined and straining gainst each other. Each with a hand on the back of the other's head crushing lips together in suffocating embrace. Tongues frantically searching, probing, pushing, teasing. My hand jammed down between her tightly closed legs, permitted just the slightest of movement against the very edge of her clitoris. Her fist clenched agonisingly hard around my cock, the pressure of our bodies crushing together preventing any more a token movement
- Northern Lights and Sleepless Nights
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I raised my bottom slightly to meet his massaging hands wanting him to make me cum. His fingers slipped briefly into my pinkness and then out again to continue their journey. By now I was wanting satisfaction and my hand reached out and I felt his hard cock.
"Fuck me," I said but he continued his hand movements and then concentrated on squeezing and pumelling my buttocks and then pulling them apart. I started lifting my bottom higher but, much to my surprise he slapped me quite hard and told me to lay still.
"Bastard," I muttered and he hit my right buttock again.
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So it was repetitive, but I'll give him credit, he made me cum. Hard. And he never stopped licking. Not after the orgasm. Not after I'd cum down from the orgasm. Not after I'd spent some quality time putting together a plan for meals for the rest of the week and plotting what groceries I needed. Not after I got bored. Not when I decided that what he was doing no longer felt good. Not when all the cum soaking my panties had gone cold and those cold panties had started to stick to my ass. (I don't squirt, but I'll make a lake when properly aroused.)
No. It wasn't until I'd gone completely silent and completely still that he finally stopped. He pulled his mouth away from my pussy and sat on the bed. Still nestled between my legs.
"I wanna suck your cock," I said throatily.
I did want to. But also, pussy needed a break.
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you dance us a couple of feet to the left and push me over the hood of my car. i gasp at the cold metal as it touches my overheated and very sensitized torso, gasp again as i feel my skirt lifting from behind. i don't really know how you do it, somehow you keep stroking me to a babbling frenzy even as you free your now engorged penis and slide it once, twice, thrice against the sopping panties i'm still wearing.
the hand inside my panties never stops it's torment and i feel myself bucking against you and sliding along your stiff shaft. quivers start from deep within me and spread through my body as i am helpless in the grip of an extremely intense orgasm. just as the quivers begin to settle i scream out as you slam your entire length into me.
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