Things don't always go as planned. In uncertain times, it's good to know you've got options. For example, financial experts advise that if your IRA is tanking, you shouldn't go crazy and pull out of your investments; rather, you should continue and invest more. We're not financial advisers here at Fleshbot HQ, but we understand that wisdom. In times of uncertainty, we advise staying the porny course and keeping in touch with yourself. This week, Madeline's rounded up stories that'll help you do just that. From voyeurism to golden showers, these stories will keep you on the path to good wanking.

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Cashmere Thoughts

Her hips were gyrating against the bed. My heat increased. As if on cue, she raised her feet and spread her legs just slightly. My face pushed closer to the door peering for a view. There it was, the moist lips of her sex peeking out between her warm thick thighs. Cashmere swiveled her hips against the bed as she whispered into the phone. My manhood was bolder than I, he pressed against the door trying to push it open. I was rabid with desire. I felt my hips swivel in concert with hers, our bodies were feet away from each other but moving in a syncopated rhythm.

-The Dirty Details

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The Carousel

"James..." I sighed and laughed and Finn leaned in a little closer.

"Yes?" he urged, taking my hand as if this might bring about some huge confession.

"James likes to be fucked in the ass." I said and looked at Finn, waiting for the arched eyebrow but didn't get it.

"By girls or boys?" he asked. He's got this down, Finn does.

"By me." I answered.

-Ambient Storm's Provocative Persiflage

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Study Break

I stepped forward, closing the gap between us, and reached out to her hip, my fingers trailing over the soft pink satin. "It feels good", I breathed, and pushed my lips onto hers. Straight away her tongue was in my mouth and as she draped her arms around me she pulled me close to her, crushing my lips on hers and filling my nostrils with the scent of her perfume. As my hands wandered over her body, slipping across the silk, I pushed my hips against her, the hard bulge in my trousers pressed against her soft mound. My hands slipped around behind her, and as I slipped the nightdress up over her naked bottom, I squeezed hard, lifting her onto her tiptoes and grinding her navel against my thick erection. "Mmmmm", she groaned, hot breath in my face as she mirrored the pressure pulling her lips harder onto mine.

-Mendicatus

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the delicious

I kissed him and he made pained sounds and I wanted to know what hurt. It was his nipples, with the clamps being pressed against me. I loved that, and pulled him tighter to me to kiss him harder. He moaned. A lot.

-Devastating, Yet Inconsequential

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Mood Killer

lucky for him, he was a good kisser and he offered to make it up to me by offering to go down on me. he had soft lips and a good tongue so i agreed. i lifted my hips as he pulled off my skirt and spread my legs so he could find a comfortable place. he put one of my legs over his shoulder as he got close to my pussy. his fingers started by circling my clit. he gave soft kisses and licks to my already wet lips. with his free hand, he started to spread my lips a little and his tongue moved to the inner lips. my breathing was getting deep. he had amazing oral abilities.

-Love in the Capitol

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It started when I shyly told the older man that I regularly peed in the shower. (I was shy about everything then.) Since we often showered together, it took not very long for us to pee on each other's legs as we stood together and eventually he asked me to do it on his chest while he lay underneath me. It wasn't sexy to me, just playful and funny. But play made me curious, and later, with another man, I wanted to know what it tasted like. This came after he pissed on my face and some of it seeped through my closed lips. I was shocked, because what reached my tongue was like broth. It tasted good.

-nightmare brunette

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Just look at them – heavy enough to be full and round and deliciously pendant, but not so big or gravity-ridden as to be droopy or saggy. It’s like the god of breasts (who should have been named Mammon, but that was already taken) reached down and gave them to her as some sort of compensation for being absolutely nuts. They are as perfect as she is buggy.

Kelly starred in a couple of dozen movies back in the late nineties, always with Rocco Siffredi, always doing something utterly fringey – dwarves, trannies, golden showers, public sex, assaulting convention-goers – and she was never less than riveting. Wild-eyed and nearly frothing, Kelly always made for a hell of a show.

Sometimes you wonder if the universe really is in balance, and then you see something like this, and a sense of peace settles over you. Or you have to jack off. Different people find Nirvana in different ways, I guess.

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Golden Showers

Stroking my own breasts, I straddled John's face, placing my pussy just above his open, eager orifice. For several moments I was too aroused to pee; he cajoled with filthy encouragement. At last, trickles of urine leaked out of my swollen pussy and into his rapidly swallowing mouth.

"I'm going to teach you to do that with a cock in your pussy and a cock in your ass," he said when I was done.

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Just Like a Prayer...

I lean over and lick it off the head and then off his fingers, sucking them into my mouth, one by one, slowly. It's so much fun to watch his cock bob with a mind of it's own, trying to get into my mouth instead of his fingers. He MAY be pushing it a little, but pretty much it moves of its own accord.

Then I slide up and kiss his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, and on his face. As I grab his hair again, I lick the side of his mouth, through his rough 3 day beard and he moans.

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My First Fuckbuddy

I visited him once when he got sick. He was bed ridden and I'd baked him cookies. I went ostensibly just to chat and see how he was. I was dating someone else. Happily involved with that other someone. But his pull was too strong. I was straddling him in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties before I even knew what happened. His hands underneath my shirt and his mouth covering mine. I remember dragging my mouth away from his and trying to protest. Saying that we shouldn't be doing what we were doing. Because of my boyfriend. Then deciding that what the boyfriend didn't know wouldn't hurt him and losing myself in his kisses once more.

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Later

I was in my tub, surrounded by hot water, green tea scented bubbles, and steam. I relaxed into the water, and let my hands caress my nipples, circling, tweaking a little. One hand moved down my body, trailing along the soft flesh of my belly, and finally began to circle my already sensitive clit, as I began to think of you.

As happens so often these days, I imagined what it's going to be like when we meet for the first time. This time, my fantasy begins in the elevator to your hotel room. We're already in each other's arms, and the weight of you presses me into the back wall, as we inch slowly upward to one of the upper floors.

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More Than Lust

I kissed her clean mound and then lip-bit her thighs before I circled her clit with my fevered tongue. The young one went down to her nipples, sucking and nibbling away as though this wasn't her first time to feel this kind of hunger. Her pulsing breath resonated with this devouring.
After several long and wet seconds sucking on her and I reached up for the young ass that was writing next to the instigator's open legs. When I reached up and into her wetness, I expected to find the blue fabric. Instead, my fingers melted into her fire. She was already slick and without much effort my fingers slipped inside of her.

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Wantable

I bade her a farewell and went to the bathroom to readjust my looks and adopt a disposition which didn't suggest I'd just had an orgasm talking to a very, very bad girl currently 2000 miles away.

I had a huge grin on my face, but for some reason I looked curiously unflushed - a little pink underneath the eyes, maybe - but no redness of the cheeks. There was evidence of sweat, however; my hair, which I hadn't washed for a day or so, was no longer scraggly and hanging down á la Severus Snape; it was stuck to my head. A brush through and I had a neat hairstyle once more - thanks to sweat. Natural hair gel, or what?

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