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Gawd we love it when they go deep, and by deep we mean balls-deep, dick-deep, fingers-deep, as-deep-as-it-gets-deep. The bloggers in this Tuesday's round-up of the best sex-blog moments cast their votes for deep this week, and we're right there with them in thinking that deep is the way to go. Read along as their urge their partners to push inside as much as possible, or as they dip deeply inside their own wanton bodies.
Drop your ballot in the "deep" box after the jump with AlwaysArousedGirl. And, you know, don't forget to vote in the real world as well.
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My hand went in with no resistance at all. Normally, it takes a bit of work to get it fully inside her. Normally. Not tonight.
"Oh, my god!"
"Yes." Pushing the bullet into her fingers. "Use this."
"You're in deep!"
"No, that's not deep. This—"
"Nnngh!"
"—is deep."
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I fingered her, wetting my fingers with her and pushing two in deep and slow.
“Did you see him on Saturday?”
She moaned and whimpered, both pulling away and pushing back at me.
“I… just for a little…”
I pulled my wet finger out and pushed it against her tight ass.
“No Daddy don’t! It’s dirty, you’re not supposed to!”
“I know what you did. You like to do dirty things don’t you, you’re a little slut aren’t you?”
She sobbed louder as my thick finger pushed into her ass.
“No, no, no, I’m a good girl.” she pleaded.
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He is knelling between my legs. My wet pussy begging for his cock. His hands stroking his shaft, his tip caressing my pussy lips.
T: Ask me to fuck you.
K: Please fuck me!
A sudden thrust leaves me gasping for air. My legs lift in the air looking for his waist. My hands grab his ass in a snug grip. He moves inside me in a way he knows makes me shudder. I let myself go.
We change positions (I remember him saying he wanted to enter me from behind). I feel him going in deeper. He asks me to touch myself. I am obedient.
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The motel didn't have a 2-hour rate and the pillows smelled like urine. But we get room and for a few hours we fuck frantically, going through more positions and combinations than the guy from "Memento" trying to open his gym locker.
There were some half-breathed words, like God, and Oh Fuck, and You're So Beautiful, and God I Love You, and I Love You So Much. This is accompanied by punctuated thrusts, him pinning my hands above my head, me pushing against him like he was a childproof jar full of narcotics.
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http://unfetteredcravingschronicles.wordpress.com/2008/11/03/snarling-beast/
The beast teases me…
My fingers slither to my balls, so full, so thick, so heavy with molten cum….My fingers move lower…deeper…my ass so wanton…with ease it pushes in…I cry out shamelessly…Maybe my adventures need to continue….maybe the beast needs to be let loose….I fuck my ass with my finger expertly, my body trembling, my cock drooling precum…The beast knows every button to push…I will try to fight the Beast….I’m not sure I can…I close my eyes…my body so oiled and wanton….my desires still so shameless…..
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Leslie takes the girl’s hand and leads her to the space in front of the DJ booth. Observe them in the quiet moments between words. You pretend not to notice when the girl’s hands find your wife’s ass. Something in you stirs.
When the three of you are alone the conversation turns seductive. Don’t be afraid to touch. “Do you like my ass?” she asks, rising from her seat. You and your wife squeeze her firm buttocks, pausing only to hide your pleasure from the angry eyes of the sex gestapo. Only now can you be certain of the young lady’s intentions. Wrap your arms around her. “We should go somewhere more comfortable,” she says in easily decipherable code.
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· Thumbnail from Britney's Bedroom (britneysbedroom.com, via Ask Jolene)
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