It's a brand new year and we're in no hurry for time to slip away as fast as it did in 2008. Sex bloggers may have figured out the secret to making time stand still: it's sex. Even a simple kiss can stop clocks they say, and don't even ask what can happen when you throw ropes, paper-thin dresses and bisexual women into the mix. Better take notes!

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Let Daddy Make it Better....

Again, as before when we first kissed, time stood still.

When he hands touched my hips to pull my panties down, I shivered. When they were off, he pulled me to the bed and on top of him. As he grabbed my ass and lifted me, I bent my knees to straddle him.

We began to kiss again and then I laid my head against his chest, expecting him to fuck me, but he didn't. I squirmed and shifted around, trying to change the situation which amused Jack.

—Ambient Storm

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Ill-Conceived Expectations.

"Please..." I plead with him, eyes closed. He sticks the violating finger in my mouth, pulling my head back in his hand. He slaps my ass once...twice...thrice, and hard. He is not playing around, and he does not like to hear me beg when it does not suit him.

I cry out and slide down onto the floor as he pulls my torso back, his lips again at my ear, hissing.

"You do NOT open your eyes. And if you DARE come without asking me first, your ass will be so red there will be no explaining it. Do you understand?" He emphasizes his point with a hard slap on my ass, making me jump and squeak in surprise.

I swallow the command in upstretched throat and nod, adding a quick and compliant, "Yes, sir."

—The Seduction of Infidelity

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recap

The girl was very oral and probably the first truly bisexual woman I've seen naked. I could tell she gave Him good head when I watched her suck Him off hungrily while her husband fucked her from behind. I'd shove my fingers into her mouth while she moaned into them and take turns sucking Him off.

When we swapped partners, both of us girls were on our backs and the husband was drilling me. I just stared at my guy fucking the wife and it was such an amazing view. If I could have been more dominant on the girl, I would have pushed her out of the way after her husband finished so I can get my man's cock again.

—turnyourselfin

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my imagined wedding night fuck

I have a fetish, you see. I have this strong and aching desire to be fucked in my wedding dress. So when Sylvanus said that he can imagine me getting ready for our wedding night sex, I replied that there would be no “getting ready”. In my head, the second we closed that room door, he would pounce on me and take me and fuck me in my wedding dress. There are no preparations for that.

Naturally, our desires were heated and Sylvanus requested I straddle his face. There I was, hands pressed against the bedroom wall, pussy being licked by him as he asks me how I imagined being fucked in my wedding dress. I tell him I imagine being on my back at the edge of the bed, him standing, holding onto my legs and ramming into me.

His words muffled by my pussy, he tells me he likes the idea of me on top.

—At Longing's End

—-—-

True Confession

Rick took a drink of his third beer and said, “Let me see your tits.” All thoughts of my husband left my mind, and I took another sip of wine and lifted my T-shirt. “Nice,” he said, and he immediately leaned over to squeeze them with both hands. His mouth followed and he licked and sucked my tits until I finally pulled away.

“God,” I sighed. “You’re getting me so hot!”

“Duh!” he grinned. “Now show me your ass.”

“Let’s wait for Mike,” I sighed, without any conviction whatsoever.

“Fuck Mike,” he grinned again. “Show me.” I stood up and moved in front of him. Slowly, I pulled down the zipper of my jeans and slid them teasingly to my thighs.

I turned my back to him and, glancing over my shoulder, I whispered, “You like?”

“Yeah baby. I like,” he said, and reclined slightly on the couch. “Come here.”

—hotwifeblog.com

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Gagging on His Cock

“You should stop reading and come over here.”

I sashayed my way across his living room. Knowing that he appreciated the view. I was in a paper thin black dress that hit me at mid thigh. The neck was low and barely tied together with a string. The lacing of my bra clearly visible. He was only halfway through his cigarette. He spread his legs slightly and I stood between his knees. He took my ponytail in his hand and pulled my head back roughly as he leaned down to kiss me.

He slipped his hands into the neckline of my dress, pushing it off my shoulders. Reaching behind to unclasp my bra so that I was naked from the waist up. He fondled my breasts. Pinching my nipples until they were hard. Taking them in his mouth and sucking. Kissing me savagely once more.

—Arousal of the Minx

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January seems to bring out the sentimental in everyone. Sex bloggers are no exception, as some of the hottest Internet writers reminisce about 2008, and ring in 2009 with a bang. Yeah, we said it, and we'll say it again: A Bang. From group sex to an intimate SMS thread, to first lesbian encounters and oh, did we mention the one about a handjob in church? Read on, good people, read on; and Happy New Year.

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Sinful Actions - The Handjob

We ended up in the church library. It was dark and we closed the door behind us. We sat on the couch, an old antique couch that had probably been there for decades. I even remember the room smelled stale, but I don't think either of us were really bothered by that. We had other thoughts on our mind.

-Anal Amy

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Judy's Story - Pt 15

Judy was so cute. Her eyes were closed and a wisp of hair was stuck to her moist forehead. Our newest lover was soaring with her righteous fucking. She had both of her hands between her legs and held flat against Joe's thighs as if she were pushing against him to keep him from plunging too deep, but in actuality, her arms were slack, bent at the elbow and when he withdrew, sometimes only her fingertips were touching him. Some "defense". Cute.

- Shared Cindy

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xmas eve

“You can’t do that to a girl” she says, panties wet, pouting lips. “Oh yes I can” he answers with a wink. “Now finish that wrapping, I’ll get you a drink”. Making her a drink as she settles on the floor in front of the tree to wrap the last few presents he pauses, walks into the room, sees her sitting on the floor, pulls his semi erect cock out and looks down upon her, “kiss it” he tells her.

- Dark Side of the Mind

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Control - Part 2

I lean down and slide my tongue over your lips. You greedily kiss me back. You're hungry for more as well. It's then that I release your hands. Your fingers fly to my hair, pulling me closer as our kiss deepens. It's frantic now. I've teased you for so long and you need to fuck - urgent and hard.

-Dirty Little Mind

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Serious Play

The text message presents a single, simple question.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

Your answer takes even less time to type out: “Cock.”

“Mine?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Right now, I just want some cock. Hard and thick.”

-EasilyAroused

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Coming Into 2009

2008 saw my first kiss with a woman, way back in April.

Christmas 2008 saw me develop that further into my first girl-girl fuck. It’s an odd way to celebrate Christmas, in particular because that’s precisely what I don’t usually do (celebrate Christmas, not fuck — i fuck quite a lot). But they did, apparently, if the gaily decorated Christmas tree was anything to go by.

And I made her come.

- Elegant Smut

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· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Who needs a special occasion to get naughty? Not the sex bloggers in this week's round up of some of the sexiest stories on the web. The quiet week before New Year's Eve is the perfect time for a sensuous strip tease, a hook-up with an old boyfriend or a fitting room rendezvous. And just for kicks, see what happens when righteous titty-sucking leads to a surprise orgasm.

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Impish Pixie - The Second Time

“Don’t say anything, just go sit on the couch…I’ve been waiting for you.”

I complied and sat facing her. She clicked her mouse on her computer and the song started. It was moderately fast and sensuous. She started dancing in front of me.

“You did tell me you wanted a personal striptease sometime…” she said as she slowly moved toward me, tossing her tight body around and grabbing at her breasts. She turned and rolled her ass at me. The jacket slid down her arms and she caught it in her hands, only to throw it toward me.

Impish Pixie then danced closer to me, until she was standing inches in front of me. “Hands under your legs, please,” she laughed. “Don’t worry, this will be a hands on striptease, just not yet.”

—Unfettered Cravings

—-—-

Perfect practice makes perfect head.

sliding it deeper into my mouth- so slowly, my lips tight around his shaft,

“…ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck…”

deeper, until his cock reaches the back of my mouth- I tighten around him, to protect my throat, breathe.

“…oh god, baby. yes… more baby. take it all.. oh fuck take it all……”

Tight mouth, I push him back, feeling him enter into my tight throat. slowly. keeping control so I can keep going.

—Bad Bad Girl

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Morning

"I haven't had any for almost a year."

"What? Coffee?"

"Fuck off!" She held my wrist tightly, rotating her hips against my hand. "Sex, you idiot. I think my virginity's grown back."

The muscles of her pussy clutched around my fingers. I kept thinking about how it would feel when they got to grasp my cock. She leaned back against the door, thrusting her hips forward, taking my fingers in deeper.

—MonMouth

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Ex Sex

It's not even the New Year and I've broken my resolution - not to sleep with J.

He came round to drop off my stuff. I knew he was expecting sex, from the flirty texts he'd been sending - especially the one that said 'All I can think about is sliding my hard cock inside you...'

I probably didn't help by texting him 'Fuck me. Please.'

—Sex, Chocolate and Red Lipstick

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A Sucker for a Blow Job

He asked to be fitted. I went to the register to get my tape measure and lead him to the dressing area with all the pieces of clothing we had picked out.

When I moved to measure his inseam I noticed something very familiar to me, the beginning of a hard-on. He knew I recognized what was going on. I became hesitant again, thinking to myself ‘this is a married man’. I am normally a strong believer in fidelity, but I knew that this one time dalliance wouldn’t make that much difference. All the morality seemed to disappear as, although unspoken, we both knew what was going on.

He grasped my shoulders and forced me to my knees. I looked up at him as soon as my knees hit the bare wood floor. He was already unzipping his pants. I was about to no longer be in charge of the situation I thought to myself as I looked up at him and a gorgeous hard cock was twitching at me. In what seemed to be a reflex and without any thought at all I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my tits up and over my lace bra. My nipples were probably as hard his cock.

“Very nice honey”, he said as he squeezed my tits.

“Now measure this”, he said as he grabbed a hold of his cock.

—The Fellatrices

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Breast Worship

He worships them both in equal turns, he toys, he tongues, he teases, and then he starts sucking…

And I go mad, I writhe and wriggle and gasp and squeal, as if I’m trying to get away, but that’s the last thing I want to do. He holds on to me…

He’s tugging me down a dark, shadowy hall by a chain attached to my nipples and my cunt – my pussy twitches with every warm, wet suck. He doesn’t stop, the corridor goes on and on, I become dizzy and disoriented as he consumes me…

—The Beautiful Kind

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· Thumbnail star (pornmegapass.com, via Ask Jolene)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

You know how the excess of the holidays crowds out all the little things you used to take pleasure in? Yeah, we know. Today's roundup features folks who get off on the little things: The way a woman's fingers curl around her phone, an ass walking ahead on the stairs, and the way you can tell—just by the way she dances—how a girl will fuck once you finally get her naked. Madeline's done the work; now sit back and enjoy.

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On Men

I don't bother to hide my lusty gaze as I eye his body up and down—from his wet, jet-black hair to his flexing shoulders, to his taut belly, to his cock-at-rest, to his forever-legs and all the way down to his long feet. Every bit of him tall and refined. All dripping with the white foam of the hotel soap, curling in wisps around his toes before scurrying down the drain and leaving him clean in its wake.

-The Seduction of Infidelity

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Fingers

I’ll often find myself sitting on a train, or in a restaurant, just gazing at the slender, smooth and soft fingers of a woman who is pretty enough that most men would be drawn to her face. As she grips her book, her bag, or even her blackberry, I watch her fingers curve and bend, imagining how they would feel firmly holding my arms, or furrowing through my dark silky chest hair.

-Mendicatus

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Taking a Ride with Mister and Sir

She watched his mouth move as he spoke to her husband and wondered what he tasted like. Her eyes roamed down to his hands and imagined them tangled in her hair as he whispered filth in her ear. She pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness growing between them as she began to undress him with her eyes.

-Memoirs of a MILF

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Pause

We were fully clothed, in a slightly chilly hotel room. I sat on the bed, leaning back and looking up at her, dressed entirely inappropriately for November. The lipstick was smudged from kissing, her blouse unbuttoned to expose the black, shiny fabric of the basque underneath. A little breathless, she swayed on her high heels, reflexively smoothing down the front of her skirt.

-MonMouth

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The soaking wet massage

Having a driveway leading to the front door, she opened the door semi-naked without worrying about being seen by neighbors. She was just what I expected, except that she was shorter than I expected, 5'3 to at most 5'5. 6' is tall, and 5'1 is very short. It's hard to tell unless you are standing face to face. Height is immaterial unless you are looking for a partner to have big babies.
After a little formalities she led me up the stairs, showing off her tight bottom, with me sniffing it two steps behind her.

-The Player

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In response to what you want

There is so much you can tell about the way someone fucks by how they dance, and the way someone dances by how they fuck; but I’ve never seen you dance. Still, I can imagine how your torso slides and arms carry out the movement, how you can pop your hips to accentuate strong moments.
I would try to keep up with you on the dancefloor just as I try to keep up with you when we fuck - you carry me high and I follow your guidance, despite that I am making the choices. It is your body that dictates my choices, your breath, your responses, the precise way you gasp “oh god” and start to shake. In dance it is the same: I take your lead and match your rhythm until we are so synchopated that I can move you, can create variations on a theme and read you well enough to know you’ll follow where I lead.

-Sugarbutch Chronicles

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With so little sunlight, we may as well make use of all that darkness and get up to some undercover naughtiness. The bloggers in this week's round-up do. These naughty nighttime lovers generate their own mid-winter heat. Who needs the sun when there's porn to watch, sex clubs to visit and Christmas trees to decorate (and fuck in front of)? We sure don't. Turn down the lights and read on.

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dirty talk.

We developed a strange routine. He’d come over to my apartment late at night, when I’d be in the middle of doing something quiet, like reading. A little drunk and a little coked up, he’d strip out of his clothes and pull out his cock. And then he’d ask questions about the sex I was having with other men, and I’d answer him slowly, meting out details while he jerked off to the sound of my voice. He’d ask how many men, how often, what I did, what it felt like, whether I came.

Sometimes he’d open his eyes and tell me to strip, slowly, while he watched.

—debauchette

—-—-

She showed me her keister.

Shayne only-slightly-demurely asked me if I would be ok with me if she jilled herself as we watched Slade turn on all fours, her stout round bottom (very like Shayne's herself) being smacked and held as she got fucked hard.

As if I would say no.

I held my baby close as her hand delved into her warm folds, and enjoyed her faint shaking and gasps as she stroked that magnificent clit of hers that I've come to learn so well. It wasn't long before I slipped to the floor with a smile, opening Shanye's legs before me as she giggled and gave me access to her beautiful cunt. (Have I ever mentioned how she loves that word?) Swabbing and teasing her, my tongue darted throughout her thick and friendly seam, the tip of my tongue darting above and around her girldick.

—-Urban Roguery

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Sex Report: Gimme More

I decided I might as well tell her the truth. Maybe she'd even be into it.

"Thinking about doing this," I said, and repositioning myself slightly I lifted my left hand off the bed, supporting my weight entirely with my right. Then I put my left hand on her throat, my fingers wrapping around her lovely neck. I didn't squeeze, didn't choke her or try to cut off her breathing. I just held my hand there, gripping her just tightly enough that there was no way she could forget it.

Her neck felt delicate and small under my hand. I could feel her windpipe just beneath my palm, could detect every breath and swallow. It was a powerful feeling, dominating and very, very aggressive.

—Sex.Life.Blog

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Private club

She pulls my g-string to one side, exposing the cleft of my bottom, pulls my cheeks apart to access my tight rosebud. Her soft mouth on my ass, her warm tongue pressing against my tight little hole. I moan, trying to spread my legs wider, but impossibly hobbled by the tight hem of my skirt. She delves with her pink kitten tongue, purring against me, the vibrations driving me crazy, and I beg her. I can hear the smile in her voice when she pulls away, and I can hear the zip of her zipper as she undoes her tight pants.

The soft head of a thick dildo replaces her tongue at my asshole, and with little effort, she slides into me, fucking me gently, but confidently, gathering my hair in her hand to pull my head back, urging my back to arch, to take her in deeper.

—Thursday's Child has far to go...

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Taking a Ride with Master and Sir

As her husband slid into the driver’s seat he nodded his permission to her, and she pushed the front seat forward, climbed into the back seat and looked up at her friend invitingly. He wasted no time climbing in beside her as the car rumbled to a start.

His mouth was soft and wet against her throat, his thumb warm as he rubbed it across her lips. She slipped his thumb into her mouth as he kissed his way up to her ear, his hardening cock pressing insistently against her thigh.

“I’m going to unzip my pants now, and you’re going to suck me like you’ve been dying to do all night,” he breathed into her ear.

As he unzipped, she leaned forward and whispered into her husband’s ear, “I’m about to suck his cock, baby.” She left him with several kisses up and down his cheek before she was roughly pulled to the backseat again.

—Memoirs of a MILF

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A Beautiful Tree, A Beautiful Boy....

Of course, when we were finished with the lights, and the sun had faded, we decided to take a break.

Like teenagers, we fell onto the couch, his cock poking me in the hip as we kissed. We knew we only had a set amount of time before my daughter and her fiancee came home.

As I reached into his jeans and pulled out his gorgeous cock, it began to drip in my hand.

—Ambient Storm's Provocative Persiflage

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· Thumbnail star April (hotslut18.com, via Ask Jolene)
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· Naked UC-Berkeley Streakers Jiggle, Flap Throughout Library (sfist.com)

We love Christmastime here at Fleshbot. It's almost as good as Halloween for flashing up photos of nubile ladies in decidedly slutty poses (Santa hat + candycane, anyone?). But lest we forget, Chanukah starts Sunday, and Heebs far and near get eight crazy nights of drinking, gambling and eating fried foods. This week's best of the sex blogs is designed to titillate and inspire, whether you're wrapping the last of your yuletide gifties, or tossing gelt into the pot and hoping for a Gimmel.

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Sex Report: Climax Crime

So yes, I did in fact promise my wife that I wouldn't come inside her last night. In fact I promised I was okay with us having sex without me finishing at all.

"Let me fuck you until you come," I whispered in her ear as my fingers played across her clit, trying to get her worked up to a frenzied state. "I don't even have to finish. I just want to hear you moan and groan, then we'll go to sleep."

-Sex. Life. Blog.

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Not Funny. Not Romantic.

Romance in the modern era usually involves sex except you wouldn't know it from watching a romcom. These people are too busy not making decisions to have sex: in fact they appear to lack sex organs. Still it's a good thing. Can you imagine the indecisive, shambolic Hugh Grant character asking for a blow job?

-Woman of Experience

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The Church

I do not know this love from my rational mind, nor from much more than a couple of baskets of experience. But I know this love. When I leave her, I taste it on the tip of my first cigarette and I see it in the highway lanes swerving endlessly back to my gray, morning bed.

-The Provocateur

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Paddles

Each blow was getting harder. I could tell it was almost the end when he paused. He crouched next to me and looked at my face. There were some tears there, but I hadn't fallen apart. "Maybe just six more," I thought, hoping that he would have mercy on me.

"Kitten, how many more? Pick a number between 1 and 10."

-His Kitten

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Desire at the Office

She feels her pussy gushing as he tugs harder and harder at her erect nipples. She slides her hand down between her legs gathering some of the flowing juices there and bringing it up between their lips. They both lick and suck the sweetness from her finger moaning into each other’s mouths, their tongues melting together. She turns her head to watch for just an instant as he tugs viciously at her nipples, his cock spearing her backside until he urgently turns her around, seats her on the faucet, and sinks to his knees before her open legs.

-Memoirs of a MILF

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Fact...Or Fiction

As the car gained speed on the highway, his fingers began to flex against my skirt. His fingers inched the soft material up until my knee and thigh were exposed. I drew a deep breath all the while wondering just how far I would let this go. Apparently, my mind was made up as I voiced no objection when he began to travel south toward his home rather than north toward mine. Pushing all thoughts of the consequences out of my mind, I fully gave into “for old time's sake” and opened my thighs wider as his hand slipped down the inside of my thigh.

-The Naughty One

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

These pranksters seem to ignore the fact that Santa's peeping over their shoulders. Or maybe they just don't care. In any case, the bloggers in this week's round-up of hard-on inducing stories have plenty of experience with holiday tricksters. They embrace their inner imps by playing puppy, ignoring their lovers' pleas for release, and decorating with icing in some decidedly naughty places. But sometimes the tables are turned, making our tricksters worry that the pranks will be on them.

Read on for tales of those on this year's naughty list.

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Tricky Combinations

Last night, Boy equaled Puppy all over the apartment. Boy chased ball. Boy ate dog food (lump turkey jerky, pepper flavor) and then lapped water from a bowl. Boy wagged his tail. Boy wagged his tail a lot. Boy pounced on my feet and had to be reprimanded and pulled around by his collar, and then Boy spent so much time sniffing at my crotch that I eventually had to undo my pants and let him see what was in there.

—The Daring Adventures of Switch and Boy

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Winter Bliss

“Kiss my mouth while you stroke me” he commanded.

He licked the palm of my hand and moved me back to his cock, past his gently rounded abdomen, then pulled me closer to him. My saliva slickened palm rubbed the head of his cock in slippery circles while I teased his mouth with tender kisses. Only a moment or two had passed when he whispered against my mouth, his tongue intermittently tangling with mine.

“God I want to fuck you!”

I kissed him a little more, pretending not to hear him. I moved my tongue to my palm and licked it, making sure to keep it moist while I teased and tantalized him.

—The Butterfly Temptress

—-—-

This Old House

For instance, were i able (and willing) to take each of you on a tour of the House of Deity, seeing as you are here under the kinkiest auspices, i would be able to fully boast of the ways i've been able to use everyday objects for devilish intentions.

I'd take you to the bedroom, where i would point out the black, scrolled metal bed purchased from Ikea many years ago. To the average eye, it looks like a nice, Gothic setting for nighttime slumbering, but from the deviant's perspective they could immediately see how the long bar on the top and all the curly, metallic scrolls provides this sadistic mind plenty of anchorage.

We'd continue on to the kitchen where there sits a common wooden bar stool. Nothing kinky about that, you might say. Not so fast, friend. That stool serves as a very economical spanking bench. With a little rope, my girl is appropriately fashioned to it and given no choice but to stick her cute little tushy up and out.

—The lustful quality of watching her erotic demise

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Fiction - The Date, Part One

I wasn’t sure exactly how to do it, the first move is so hard to make organic and casual. I shifted in my seat, moving a little closer to her. She pulled her skirt to cover some of the expanse of skin between where her socks ended and it began and settled closer to me, so that our shoulders just brushed.

When our bodies touched for that second we turned and faced each other. It was the moment. I moved in and she moved in, and then everything in the world faded and it was just the taste of her vanilla lip gloss and the softness of her kiss and my hand on her side as she turned in to give herself to the kiss fully.

It was perfect, a long slow kiss. Just the slightest brush of our tongues together, the sweetness of her mouth and the lingering spice of our dinners and her cherry coke.

—writingdirty

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Have Yourself a Sexy Little Xmas

Baking gingerbread is a tasty holiday tradition, but this year you can introduce a new twist. Treat your partner to his or her own giant, you-sized cookie! Get a tube of icing or dust yourself with icing sugar and decorate yourself up — better yet, make an evening of it and decorate each other — clearly outlining essential areas with icing. Remember to be careful not to get sugar too close to or inside any vaginas — yeast infections are not very festive. But feel free to put icing on all your other body parts: draw patterns like snowflakes on nipples or create a festive scene on a tummy or back. The best part of this will be licking the icing off - because, honestly, how else are you supposed clean it up?

—the s spot

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Hard Limits

I cleared my throat.

“C,” I demanded, “Did you just pass Ava something?”

C looked sweet, wide-eyed, and defiant, and nodded.

I sighed. “Then you have just given aid and succor to the enemy. I’m afraid that makes you a prisoner, too.” I gestured to the class. “Ladies and gentlemen, please take the appropriate action.” Suddenly there was another goldfish dropped in the piranha tank, and I had two naked prisoners now in my class.

Which proved to make a very interesting, challenging, and fun class, with them conspiring to escape, dealing with predicament bondage, being two hot naked chicks comforting each other through clamps and spankings and hair pullings and rope and me doing my best to look as if I was in complete control the whole time. Of course, inside I’m thinking “If I’m not careful I’m going to end up hogtied on the floor in my own rope” but I’ll never admit it.

—Best Sex Bloggers

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· Thumbnail star Kacey Jordan (myxxxpass.com, via Ask Jolene)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

So, the Eskimos have, like, a hundred words for snow, right? Wet, dry, sticky, pellet-y, drifty, and so on. Which got us thinking, as we darted from blog to blog this week, that pussies are a lot like snowflakes. You can call a pussy a kitty, a slit or a cunt (or any number of other, more colorful terms), but you will never find two pussies that are exactly alike. And, well, that just makes us melt.

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The Twenty-Fourth Post

I was burying my face in her covered cunt now, she was cooing and moaning, and then I unsnapped the buttons on the crotch of the lace teddy she wore under her skirt and blouse, and my tongue sank in the butter of her wet cunt, and disappeared immediately in her slick void. She tasted great, like citrus, and smelled faintly of sweat, and musk, and piss. I took her lips in my lips. I took her clit between my teeth. I made her cum that way, then I fucked her with two fingers till her body shook.

-A Gentleman Whore

Beauty and Perfection

He moaned as I sucked, his cock already throbbing, needing me. He sat up slightly and pulled my lips to his. I crawled on top of his thick cock, feeling just the tip enter my slit, hesitate, enjoy the wetness and warmth, before he pushed me down and simultaneously thrust upward, impaling me on his cock.

-Between My Sheets

Making Him Beautiful

The punishment stopped long enough for him to suck in a deep breath and he felt her soft hair brush across bruised skin and her teeth sink deep into his muscle, compressing already aching flesh until he stopped whimpering. The teeth biting down a little harder then, never quiet letting him get used to the pain before adding more.

Flashes of movement told her his eyelids had rolled back into his skull, and through the glare of a pain induced static haze he heard her voice.

“Right now you are more sexy than you have ever been to me.”

-Little Submissions

Processing

once our layers were in place, i was fucked anonymously. my features did not matter. i became a quivering mass inside my case. an object, a plaything.

after a while we lay there panting, removing everything with carefulness in which we put them on. shedding layer after layer.

and all the coldness and anonymity was cut by the pink mass that became our bodies as we drifted to sleep.

-Map of Kansas

Under The Quilt

Familiar territory, predictable results.
The room fills with her gentle sounds.

My hand cupped over her pussy,
her wetness everwhere.
I touch, I paw, I tap her clit.

-Dirty and Thirty

Younger Men and Black Framed Glasses: My Weaknesses, Apparently.

I turned onto my stomach and he lay against me, bucking slightly. He slid a finger inside me and he moved his hips back and forth so I could feel his dick against my thighs. His dick felt stiff, the skin silky. I felt my pussy start to pulse again, and I reflected that maybe having sex on the first date wasn’t such a bad idea.

-Living Somewhat Dangerously

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If I Keep Being Naughty, Santa Won't Bring Me Anything...

I reached down and pulled down my panties, slid one finger between my lips and was surprised to find how swollen and wet I already was. I was laying on my tummy and this realization, caused me to curl my knees up under me so I would be able to reach better. I dipped one finger into the wetness and brought it up to gently stroke my clit. It felt so good, I was already getting shivers down my spine. I circled, flicked and tapped until I came in a rush that started at the base of my neck and finished at my clenched toes.

—What My Friends Don't Know

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Paramour

I see colors when we make love. When the roughness of our fucking slows down to incredible intimacy. When she slowly kisses my tender parts, I see flashes of white and purple. The pink colored walls turn neon, the Christmas lights strewn about become intensified. A rush of bright blue envelops her entire body and I am at ease. My body is now hers.

—The Vagina Adventures

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Catalina loves Coco’s First Day at Kink.com (FuckingMachines.com)

All hell broke loose. There was no man in the world that would have stopped me from my orgasm at that point. I was sweating and shaking and moaning and right when I was in the middle of my orgasm I BROKE THE MACHINE. It just BUSTED. I have no clue I wasn’t watching it all I know is I came then I looked down and realized it was broke. OOPS!

After that I was ready for another orgasm and I was running around all energized and excited because everyone was saying how sweet it was that I broke the machine with my vagina.

—Catalina Loves

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The Surprise Limit..

She had her fingers on either side of the blade and I felt her slowly pushing into me. I was trying to remind myself to breathe and to not move. After a few moments she exhaled heavily and I could feel the concentration and energy simply flow from her.

I can't actually remember anything else; I was so spaced out. It was simply that big of an incredible rush.

—kinkykiana

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An Early Xmas Present

Then he bends down, taking my clit in his mouth like it is a small penis. It’s so red, so ripe, so ready for him. I want to fuck him so badly.

‘I want to suck your cock,’ I say.

He laughs and stands up. He is not a handsome man. Not ‘my type.’ He’s a big, burly Irish man with a rounded belly from drinking too much beer, a gold chain with a charm of a Saint hanging from his thick neck, a short beard and a mustache. In his late forties, I have no idea of his relationship status, his job, know almost nothing about him. In the past year we have met maybe half a dozen times, maybe more. I have lost count of when we first met each other and how many times we have shared a room together. It doesn’t really matter. His cock is enormous. As thick as a baby’s arm, about eight inches long...

—Suzanne Portnoy

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If at first...

We all find ourselves at one point or another tying up a tall blonde from Manchester without the proper qualifications. It was all going pretty well. I had passed the soft black bondage rope, doubled up like it should be, in between her legs and through a loop at the back of her neck. There was a thick knot just above her clit, and when I would tighten the rope later, the soft bundle would press against her vulva in a lovely teasing way.

Kneeling on the bed, the black rope on her pale skin, she looked irresistible.

I began tying her arms, weaving the strands of the rope together in a pleasantly symmetrical way... and that's where the trouble began. I was about to run out of rope.

—MonMouth

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Touch

You know for sure that you two have connected in a very unique way; that the sex will be of the mind-blowing, furniture-moving, scrape-me-off-the-ceiling variety… These are usually the times where you have cause to feel as though an electric shock just ripped straight through you, from nipples-to-cunt, with a nod and a wave at your g-spot.

And you’re right. A casual touch over a table in a restaurant, as he passes you the soy sauce. You take a lump of wasabi with chopsticks clutched in trembling fingers — what the fuck was that?!

-Elegant Smut

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Lying Back, Thinking of England...

The chair is less a chair than a recliner, and in it, I recline. On my back, I watch her curled up on the more conventional chair, refracting, I feel no similar need. I beckon, she approaches, swings a leg over and settles down while I reach for the duvet on the bed and pull it over us, all the way over, light diffused through down in our own private world. Skin against skin, she wriggles from side to side, and when that has achieved its aim, she aims herself, impales, and rocks gently up and down. She's warm, embraced by duvet, and I'm hot, embraced by her.

-Sleeping on the Other Side of the Bed

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The "best" Cock I ever Had..

There was Brett's cock. It was about average length, but on the thick side. It fit perfectly inside of my pussy and my mouth. I also, remember it being really smooth. I've never been into the cocks with all the crazy veins and stuff. Some girls say that feels better, but I've really never noticed.

-Anal Amy

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Young Blood

I smiled and touched his cheek. It was so soft… And then his neck, down to his chest and firm abs. He’s fit and muscular, but in this kinda child-like way. I missed that! His kisses were so gentle, so shy and uncertain. His hands were shaking slightly and he almost exploded when he touched my breasts.

“Oh, my, they’re so big!” Yeah, that’s always nice to hear. And weird, too, coming from a kid like him.

-Coquette in Bed

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Tight Grip

When The Bruiser bends me over the vanity in his room, he grabs me, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip. He grips me hard; hard enough for me to feel where his hands were the next day. He uses this grip to be able to pound me even harder than he already is, pulling me back into him vigorously, slamming into me violently and frantically.

-Oh, My God, That Britni's Shameless

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Shift of Power

The shaking spreads from my appendages into my belly, my pelvis, my sexual organs; and they contract in that phenomenal muscle spasm brought on by orgasmic release. I still the motion of my hips and convulse around his cock. My whole body twitches with the aftershock of pleasure and the strength leaves my arms and legs.

I collapse on his chest; shaking, spent. The most intense, un-self-conscious orgasm I've had with him. The most vulnerable moment, but with the most power in it. *I* did it. He was merely a tool for *my* pleasure.

The Seduction of Infidelity

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A Girl: my future wife

And then there is the reverence, mine.

I sit at her feet for hours and watch her brush her hair. I catch moonbeams in jam jars in an open field in Montana and bring them home to her to use as ribbons to tie around her wrists. I write her poems and she folds them into origami fireflies and strings them around our bookshelves. I tell her every day how stunning she is, how strong; I am breathless with my good fortune at ever gaining her attention.

—Sugarbutch Chronicles

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Over Exposed

The next day I wore jeans to work. Once again as I adjusted them I felt a tingle of excitement. Though no-one could see, I knew. I thought about David for much of my drive, until I turned past my office and into the parking garage and my mind turned to work. I snagged the last spot on the ground floor, holding up traffic behind me as I carefully maneuvered into the small spot. I gathered up my lunch and sweater and bag and paperwork brought home the night before. I clambered out the 8 inches of door space allowed between my car and the next, trying not to drop anything. I juggled for my keys to lock the car. And only then realized my pants were still undone.

—Birds are smart

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My Teacher Was a Porn Star

Ms. M certainly fit the bill (although the memory of her nude Playboy images were fading over time and were replaced with her standing in front of the class – suitably dressed).

Now, Ms. M was strikingly beautiful; perfect skin, bright blue eyes, thick light blond hair, natural and surprisingly not huge breasts, and long, long legs. She was a talented teacher and her motivation to help us learn was inspirational. This was my senior year in high school and for the past six years since I started masturbating, my fantasies were focused on nude women. Suddenly, I was connecting a personality, a real person (!), to the fantasy. Instead of a hurried jack-off session to a picture (or image in my mind) of a nude woman, I was now interacting with the fantasy in my mind. And this produced a whole new level of orgasm.

—Unbroken

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In Which I Have My Cake and I Am Cake Too

Suddenly, something heavy fell on my belly. My whole body jumped. It took me a minute to catch my breath. "What was that?" I said, shocked. "Chocolate," he said. "With chocolate frosting." "Omigod, did you put a cake on me?" He didn't answer me in words. He let his hands talk for him, smearing my torso with broken cake. Cake crumbled across my chest and broke over my shoulders. He rubbed it into my arms and hands to the ends of each finger. He started over at my hips, rubbing cake down my thighs, calves and feet. He put cake between my toes and ate it off. He chewed at the cake on my little breasts.

He stepped onto the table and lay on top of me. He was inside me again and I came.

—Stones In My Pockets

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HUDSON says: How many is too many?

Three fingers inside, curling like my cock, I push deeper. She moans, I pull my three fingers dripping out and I go back to her clit. I rub harder, she’s getting close I can tell,

She pulls her stockings down. I am pushing on her wet clit, rubbing.. her breathing becomes heavier, she’s moaning, “please please”…

Oh Hudson, please..

And her head flies back, she’s cumming. Her body is shaking and pumping like it was being fucked and I can literally hear it splashing on the ground, shooting out of her, on my hand and all over the floor.

—Meyoumutual’s Blog

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Speechless

"What is he doing to you, sweet girl?"

Her lips are clamped shut and she is concentrating. When my voice breaks her reverrie she can only look at me with a look of concern and mild alarm. I wait patiently for a response but she just nods.

"Oh sweetie, please tell me what he is doing?"

My objective has just changed. I know I can ask one of the men for this piece of information but my new desire it to hear something filthy come from Ariel's pretty lips.

Between gasps as the dildo slides into me, I keep enough composure to tease her mercilessly. Taunting her to speak.

"Is he playing with your pussy? Is he fucking you?"

—Lumpesse

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The Madonna and The Fuck Toy, Part I

When we got to my place, he pushed me up against the wall of my living room with his whole body against mine and started kissing me hard. He was breathing heavy and grabbing at my clothes and my breasts like a werewolf. He ripped off my panties and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he still had me up against the wall. He took me into my bedroom and threw me down on my bed.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Anything you want,” I said.

“Yeah!” he said, squeezing my breasts, “you gonna be my fuck toy? You gonna be my fuck toy, baby girl?”

“I’m your whore,” I panted.

He stepped back and pointed at my shirt and skirt. “Off!” he commanded, and I obeyed.

—The Beautiful Kind

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Locks…

I ran my hands up her back, then down her arms, and came to rest on her wrists. I grasped them, and pulled them behind her back, pinning them to her lower back. She let out a little moan as I did this, so I held her wrists in place, as she continued to ride me. She became more enthusiastic, and I was even more excited. I was close to coming, so I held her still by pulling down on her wrists.

Shh! Don’t move!

She stopped, and I rode the sensation, pushing back my climax. After a few moments, I began to move under her, and she started to move again. I took her arms, and pushed them up her back, higher and higher, still holding her captive. Soon I was close to coming again.

—Chateau Hentzau

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The Game

To my left was a small old table, on it, a whip, a cane, a flog, nipple clamps, a paddle, and a knife. An old rusty knife that you could probably etch the words “tetanus” into if you were so inclined. I kept my head down. To my right, on a board placed on the floor was a really big dildo, an Acuvibe and a stack of condoms. He pulled me back by my hair and stared into my eyes. His were like ice and his voice was calm and forceful.

“We are going to play a game slut,” He put a small timer in my line of vision, “You have three minutes to have an orgasm. Those are your tools.” He pointed to the vibe and dildo to my right. I started to melt into myself. Away were thoughts of friends, and parties, men who hurt me, and the responsibilities of my life. I was here, and I was His- and I knew that losing focus would cost me, dearly. I was to come within three minutes, or there was a card to be drawn. He showed me a small stack of green cards and written on the back were the names of the tools on the table. Whip, cane, ect… knife. I got a chill.

He had me turn on my knees and face him. I slipped off my heels behind me. This all seemed so strange and foreign to me, I almost wanted to giggle. This is why they call it a scene, I thought to myself.

“Ready, slut?” I nodded- to be responded with a slap across my face, “Answer me!”

“Yes sir,” I said softly, wondering why I can never just behave.

—Bad Bad Girl

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Would You?

...he pulls my hands beneath my bottom and forces me to arch slightly up toward him, and then he kisses. A barely there kiss beneath my naval, and I moan as I try to rock my hips, to move them ... to arch higher. But his chin presses down against me and he pulls my hands further beneath me, so that they are cupping my cheeks. He places his hands over mine now and presses his fingers in around mine and together we squeeze my tender cheeks.

I can feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth moves lower ... soft breath caressing my skin, and I moan softly but it turns to a gasp as his lips press against the delicate folds of my skin.

—His to Spank, His to Love

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Microfantasy Monday #2: offering

I paused and looked over the toys arranged on a table next to the platform. Choosing a paddle, I ran it down the spine, retracing the path my fingers had taken. This time a low moan escaped her throat and her hips began to move. The paddle slid between her cheeks and below, until it was against her clit. Her moans were louder now and she worked herself against the paddle. I reached up and pulled her hair away from her face, then thrust two fingers into her mouth. She started sucking them immediately, eager to please me and hoping I’d please her. I enjoyed watching my fingers slide in and out of her tightly pursed lips, and my butch cock twitched in response and in anticipation.

—Butchtastic

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U is for... Underneath

That's the only accurate description for what may be daintily termed the astride position. She's on top. She's bouncing up and down, perhaps increasing in speed, and that's riding. No need for spurs and a hat - unless you're really kinky - but she's riding, and that's what feels good. Everything is reversed; I'm still looking at her, but upwards. There's better visibility, too; I can see her breasts, she can see my chest. I can see her skin, hold her sides, finger her clit. I can even kiss her if I sit up briefly. I can rub her nipples... and all the while, she's riding me, and my cock is deeper inside her than ever because, frankly, where else does it have to go? There's no out-and-in, there's just deep-and-very-deep.

—Innocent Loverboy

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Jessica Host (shemalesexstar.com)

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Kimber James (smcrevenue.com)

Yasmin Lee (grooby.com)

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A Long Way Away

I am a submissive masochist.

My wife made me crawl and bathe her body and fuck her with all sorts of leather accessories on. She beat me. She beat me so hard the flogger started falling apart, so hard my body lit up like it used to — I woke up. That’s the only way to describe it. I woke up and remembered who I was. What I was.

-Under the Boot

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It is Your Night

It must have been good, because it wasn't too long before he groaned, his head went back and her grabbed her head in his hands, holding her tight to him as he came, shooting his load in my wife's mouth. Her head moved faster as she sucked and bobbed, taking it all, sucking him dry. When it was over, she pulled back, still holding his cock, and turned to smile at me, licking her lips and opening her mouth to show me his cum on her tongue. She smiled and swallowed, saying, "He tastes good honey, give me a kiss."

-Watching My Wife

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Buddy is Invading Your Dreams Now

We decide that we can’t make it back to my place in time so we sneak back into the ladies room; the thought of being caught making it more arousing.

I work my way down your chest to your rock-hard cock. I take it into my mouth ever so slowly. I suck your cock working you closer and closer to the point of no return. Then I back off and start all over again.

-We Are the People Your Parents Warned You About

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Sex

I’m not an expresser during sex. I am a parrot. I am a squeeze doll with a string, programmed minute to minute by another’s voice. This is not how I like it. My personal opinion about it was not sought. Nor was this discussed beforehand. I do not even think that my Mistress planned for it to be this way. It’s just something that developed…as over years of punishment and restraint and mutation of mental state it just grew that Mistress found less and less interest in hearing me talk except to repeat whatever vile sounds, or sentiments, she chose to produce with my voice box.

-Why is Alexis Alexis?

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In the Car

before I knew it I am driving north on the drive (Lake Shore Drive) and she is up on her knees and bending over me, taking my cock in her mouth.

Now I can DO the whole "head while I'm driving" thing but not like she gives head. And not while she is in heat. She is amazing. I know other men have said the same thing. As a matter of fact, EVERY man she has ever been with said the same thing; best head EVER. And it's not an exaggeration. It's fucking amazing.

-Ambient Storm's Provocative Persiflage

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Visit to Mexican Girlfriend's Home

I spent four days in Mexico at the home of Mexican Girlfriend, her three sisters, and, as it turned out, her hot mother. Five gorgeous women and my dick. I was treated royally by everyone. They catered to my every need—-sexually and otherwise. There was just two problems…

-SexHobbyist

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Legs

“I really like the way I didn’t like having my legs held open like that,” I whispered.

“Being exposed and helpless? Only a dirty girl like you would like something like that,” he growled back at me.

“Yes Sir.” And so it begins. The words that burn like fire and go straight to my cunt.

—Journey Into Submission

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Sex Camp 2008: Wherein I learn fishnets chafe

Standing on a porch, outside a garish yet oddly tasteful orgy room with moans leaking out the door, and a gorgeous man in stockings standing quite close to me. Heels, fishnet thigh high stockings, and a vinyl skirt, with all my favourite parts accessible to my wandering hands, and oh, wander they did. I love textures too, fishnet over a strong thigh,sexy panties over delightful ass…

This must be why men in skirts are so hot. The legs and the ass are right there, on display, in a way that a suit just can’t show them off, and again, that accessibility thing. I love it!

—Heart Full Of Black

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A New Cuckold

She pushed me back on to the bed as she allowed her beautiful breasts to swing free, then with a flourish she whipped off her skirt, and threw it across the room to land on top of my hastily discarded clothes. I lay back on my elbows mesmerized by the vision of loveliness before me. Lisa stood looking down at me almost with an air of triumph, she knew by the look on my face that I was entranced, then, with her hands above her head she slowly danced around the bed. She was still wearing her sexy panties, nylon stockings and high heels as she joined me on the bed, pushing me on to my back and then straddling me with her legs and sitting on my chest. As she looked into my eyes I was suddenly aware of the heat from her pussy and the undeniable aroma of recent sexual activity.

—hotwifeblog.com

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Ordinary

”Fuck me now” She demanded. ”Just bang me a good and hard”.

So I knelt up between her splayed knees, cast one momentary, longing, glance at her tight little arsehole, spat on my cock to wet it and drove it into her soaking, expectant cunt. A few hard, bone-jarring jolts, then a frantic rutting at frightening speed, back to the slow deliberate pounding, then back to the frenzied fucking. We were both well-primed and neither of us lasted long. Heather reached back between her legs and was certainly stroking my balls; whether she was pleasuring herself as well, I don’t know. But I do hope so. We certainly both peaked at the same time, she gasping as I pumped my load into her and doggedly kept going in an attempt to prolong her pleasure as much as possible.

—Northern lights and sleepless nights

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Untitled

I smile at the sight of his softening cock, nestled on the pillow of his balls. I love that cock in all its moments.

I edge my body down and take his cock in my mouth. It curls into my mouth, and I roll my tongue around it. He tastes just slightly sweet. "I don't think I can," he says, but I feel him swelling and straightening.

"I want to ride you," I tell him. I reach down beside the bed for my secret weapon. I wrap the soft leather and velcro under his balls and around his cock, guessing at the right tightness.

—Birds are smart

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Customer Service, Part 3

Sir sat across from us on the couch, smiling.

i slid the blade under the front clasp of her bra and, looking into her eyes with a grin, cut through the fabric, exposing two very hard nipples.

Moving behind her, i ran the tip of the scissors down the middle of her back, watching her muscles tense. i placed the tip of my tongue on her lower back and it made her jump in surprise. Enjoying the taste of her fear, i licked up her spine as she shivered in response, and then quickly snipped through the tie of her thong, letting it fall to the floor. i ran my fingers over her beautiful, round ass and pinched.

"On your hands and knees, slave, and present your ass to Sir."

—Uncommon Curiosity

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Stress Relief

So I went to the bar for a strong, cheap drink, and maybe a little trouble. I parked around a corner across the street and went in. It was pretty dead that night, but Earl was hanging out at the corner of the bar nearest the door. Possibly due to the scarcity of company that night, he seemed unusually happy to see me.

I took a seat next to him and got a drink. He ordered another. He's usually a brood-into-his-drink type, but tonight he was actually kind of chatty. As we caught up, he made little attempt to hide his glances to my cleavage.

-The Other Side of Summer

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Can't Help Myself

Maybe it has been his slow drip of titillation, or my expanding submissiveness, or perhaps my ovaries crying out for satisfaction. Whatever .. I had tried to keep my fingers out of my pants, at least until the weekend, but i was not going to make it. Not unless i was prepared to crash the car or break another plate. The house was already clean, and even vigorous exercise wasn't taking away the sting.

Finally, thankfully, a little push at a weak moment and my knickers were airily discarded.

-Carnalis

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Dominance, Submission & Oral Sex

For whatever reason, it has always been difficult for me to just lie or sit back and receive a blowjob. It is pleasurable to have my cock sucked, to be sure, but I have always had trouble being just a recipient of oral sex. Inevitably I will either want to turn the blowjob into a 69 session, so that I can get some of that good stuff for myself, or else I’ll assume even greater control of the matter and turn the blowjob into a mouth-fucking exercise. I could count on one hand the number of times in my life that I’ve been able to sit or lie there long enough to let a woman suck me off.

-Hamlet & Lorali's Pornotopia

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My Two Favorite Toys

At first, I was just casually rubbing myself. However, it wasn't long before my fingers started to focus on my clit. I pushed my sweats around my waist so that I had full access and laid flat on my back with my legs spread just a little bit. Instantly, I turned the full speed on and rubbed my clit as quick as I could. When my hand needed a rest, I slid two fingers into my already very wet pussy and finger fucked myself.

-Anal Amy

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My Wife With Her Old Lover

Well Frank was there, and we had two drinks, then three, and before she could say much Frank was kissing her and feeling her up. After that she just melted into his arms as he slid his hand up her skirt and started fingering her married cunt. He slowly undressed my wife as he kissed, fondled and fingered her. When he had her stripped down to her stocking and heels he got up and dropped his pants in front of my very worked up wife. As his cock sprang free of his underwear, my loving wife slide her mouth down till her nose touched his stomach. She started sucking his cock like it was the first time. After a few minutes Frank got down on his knees and spread my wife's legs, pushing her knees up and out, as her got her to guide his cock into her very wet, willing married cunt.

-Cuckold Blog

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open

i want giant hands and broad shoulders and a tall man who will make me feel small. i want someone who will use me and caress me and knows when to do which and i most definitely want a long, thick cock that will take my waiting body and fuck it hard and harder still.

i want to feel testicles slapping against my aching clit and hear my breath sobbing out of me as i fight to keep from being thrust right off my own knees and to keep my head from hitting the wall. but i won’t care if it does.

i want to hear growls from behind me and feel sweat drop on to my flexing back as you fuck me so hard i practically see stars.

-badinfluencegirl

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Remboursement

Firstly, I insist that you present yourself to me in black lingerie. I do enjoy the way you look in black. Black lingerie and nothing else … except for some elegant shoes: black patent leather, with very high heels. You’ll stand facing away from me, the palms of your hands flat against a tabletop or some other suitably solid surface … one that’s at waist height, so you’ll be leaning forward, your arse tilted towards me alluringly.

At that point, I’ll cross the room to stand behind you. I won’t touch you. Not yet. I’ll be close, though. Very close. Close enough for you to hear every minuscule movement I make; close enough to smell the warm scent of my aftershave, to feel the heat of my eager body.

—Easily Aroused

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Off to a good start

“I think that’s the first thing I’m going to do when you get here. Get your pants down and stuff your cock in my mouth.”

My baby kept her promise, and there she was, on her knees, freeing my cock – which had been for days anticipating this moment – and hungrily wrapping her lips around it as her eyes looked up at me to watch the expression of ecstasy she’d so hungered for. I braced my hand against the wall behind her to keep myself from falling, and she, naturally encouraged by my moans, moved her mouth faster and took me deeper. And she let out her own soft sound, a little breathy moan, muffled by my dick deep in her throat, reminding me that this blow job was not just my pleasure, but hers too.

—Jazz and Sex and Soup

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Hospitality. The finish.

I took Simon to the bedroom and had him lie down on his back, his arms were stretched to the top corners and secured, his legs toward the bottom corners and secured. He looked delicious streched out, body taunt, cock standing stiff and long. “Vera, come in here please.” She sauntered in wearing only her towel and smiled. “Ava, that’s not very nice…I thought you were going to give him some relief.” “Oh, we will, he will just have to play by the rules.”

Vera began to slowly lick his cock as I explained the rules to him. He was to stay hard. That was it. If he came he would be required to clean up. If he softened, he would be punished.

—Bedroom Closet

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Catalinia Loves to Choose

Before i know it, he’s standing before me again. “Choose.” he orders.

I know exactly what’s next. My left hand reaches toward the flogger.

“Lovely choice pet.” he praises.

This time i curl a little fabric from the duvet into each hand. I know it won’t be too painful, but it’s best to hold on.

He’s beside me now and i feel the tips of the flogger fanning out over my back, swishing slowly from side to side as he’s deciding where to let them fall for the first time tonight.

—Catalina Loves

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By My Rules

His breath was slow and steady as her fingers crept up his pecs, scratching at his chest. Her lace covered breasts skimmed his thighs. The tips of her fingers toyed with his nipples, rolling them. She dipped her head between his legs. The smell of male arousal filled her senses. Her fingers flexed just before the pinch on his nipples and the tip of her tongue slowly trailed the length of his thick massive cock.

He waited.

As she reached the tip of his erection she knew there was succulent precome waiting. Tempting, but she skirted the obvious for a tease and slipped her tongue around the ridge of his gorgeous crown. She had to admire the cock she was about to feast upon even if for a brief time.

—The Sensualist's Soul Desire

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restraint

She took her time, her fingers winding their way lower. She pressed close, thighs half-straddling my leg. She could feel the tension in the lines of my body as I fought to be still, her fingers waking nerve endings, the intimate press of her skin making me hard and hungry. It was a slow hunger, but with each touch, it was becoming too strong to ignore.

She slid on top of me, hair falling across her face, obscuring the details, but I could feel her, straddling my waist, her heat pressed against the top of my pelvis.

—Blood, Sex, Crimson

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