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Sex Blog Roundup
by Always Aroused Girl

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it's your reaction to my hothard kisses to your neck, your intake of breath, your surrender to me. it's the sound of wanting and laughing, (we're here because we enjoy each other, after all) as i pick you up, drop you on the bed, and drop atop you less clothed than moments before. it's your hands (again) touching me, confirming the hardness of my cock (and it is.)

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Thinking of You

Lying back on my bed, I part my legs and begin to run my fingers up the inside of my thighs. My hands move further up, towards the place that I want your fingers to be. The fabric of my silky panties feels so good under my fingers as I start to caress myself through them. You like to pull them to one side so you can plunge a finger deep inside me and I imagine you doing this to me and under my fingers I can feel the material of my panties begin to get damp. I pull them off and lie back on the bed, opening my legs wide, exposing my nakedness to you, my imaginary lover.

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In-Car Entertainment—EastEnders vs. Cake

Whilst I was still detained by my seatbelt, he leaned over and kissed me and I was aware of the anxieties falling away, even as the car windows began to steam up. Pushing him backwards, I reached forward and undid his jeans, slipped the object of my desire out of his boxers and, without undoing the restraint of my seatbelt, reached over the central console and licked him. Sensing my restriction, he pressed the little red button and released me.

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The Lily Pin and the Train to Denver

The train changed tracks, a steady rhythm to distract him before his trousers were unbuttoned at the fly and the waist and dropped, a thud here at the final selection of tracks, a whistle, his underclothes dismantled, the train speeding up, the touch of his wife's lips, here in the light, a warm, soft sensation, there in his cock, and the friction of tight silk. His cock stole all of the blood from his body. He watched her, both eyebrows raised, watched his wife engulf him.

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Feedback

But watching him struggle to stave off his orgasm sends hotwet shivers through me. Curiously, I don't need to hurt him to enjoy his distress. All I am doing is fucking him. The harder I grind, the more distressed he acts, and the more excited I get. I come again, riding my feedback loop, my teeth sunk in his arm. This could be my new favorite game.

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Sloppy Pussy

Unfortunately, I couldn't get away from work as early as I had hoped, so by the time I got home, all I could do was hear about how the two of them had enjoyed some great sex in the afternoon. Melissa told me how she had sucked David hard, and how he had enjoyed it, his cock getting so big she had trouble to get her lips around him.

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See also: Sugasm #110: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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The sight of a lover, the sound of a moan, a caress on a thigh, the taste of a bicep, the smell of pussy juice all over your face ... today's roundup of some our favorite new writing from the sex blog scene gets back to basics with a sexy tour of the nerve endings, synapses and pheromones that transform desire into neural fireworks. With all five senses working overtime, you can bet that some sort of overload is going to be part of the bargain.

Make sense of it all with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Something to Remember

So the last week or so, the wife has been . . . well . . . bitey. Now I don't mean she nibbles, nor do I mean that she nips. I mean full-fledged bites. I have the bruises to prove it. My left arm is covered, shoulder down across the bicep, her favorite place to get me. Those are just bruises, the ones on my thigh you can tell they are bite marks. Perfect little bruised rings in the shape of a mouth. And of course I have them scattered around my chest as well.

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The Audio Voyeur: Mia

Sitting in her closet with incoherent pleasure smeared all over the palm of my hand like sweat, I slowly began stroking myself. I was leaning back against the wall, my pants unzipped so that I had access to everything between my legs.

Warming myself up and gaining my rhythm, she peeked her head into the closet. She said, he's coming up, now. You sure you're going to be okay in here? Just . . be quiet. This will be hot . . .

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Connection

I love it when you watch me. I love being displayed for you. I love the feel of your hands roaming my body for your pleasure.

I want to be displayed for you now, but I want to be close to you as well. I crave that connection with you. So, lay your body perpendicular to me. Nudge your cock against my aching folds. Feel my slick heat envelope your cock as you push gently inside of me. Hear me sigh deeply as I feel complete with you inside of me.

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MC Hammer

But then something appropriate started playing—something light, airy, sexy and most importantly, non-intrusive. I relaxed and let myself drift again, responding to the aching in my body, gasping as Anna's fingers finally plunged into my starving cunt. She wiggled her fingers, she plunged them in and out. She massaged and beat my g-spot with her fingertips and then she simply pressed it as her tongue continued to tickle and tease my clit. I was riding the path she was drawing me along, my body relaxed and ready to let it wash over me. I felt it escalating before me, the crest was quickly approaching and I let myself slip languidly over the edge. I surged and bucked and cried I did a loop-de-loop under Anna's fingers and tongue. Time passed but we stood still, stuck in that moment for what could have been forever.

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Waterfall

I shuddered beneath him, caught up in the quagmire of rampant desire. My body was afire, fueled with passions that claimed me in such intensity that I found herself moaning and gasping at the same time. My nails held on to him, as if he was the lifesaver on this tidal wave of white-hot passion. Orgasms whipped all over me and through me, shaking me to the core. I spurted cum into his mouth, ejaculating time after time until his face, moustache and goatee were fully covered. He didn't stop, each orgasm only fueling him with more ardent desire. I felt hot, so damn hot, like I was caught up in an inferno of ecstasy.

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See also: Sugasm #77: The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive