The following excerpt is from "Girona, 1960," by Stella Sandberg.

Then Charlie kissed her insistently and pressed her against the wall. It felt odd, but not unpleasant. The kiss soon made her breathless, and the grinding of Charlie's jean-clad crotch against her own made her clit swell. Charlie didn't waste any time before she undid Jamie's belt buckle and button fly and stuck her hand in her jeans. Charlie's fingers tugged slightly on the damp tuft of dark hair, out of recklessness rather than any studied sadism.

Jamie winced a little when Charlie touched her sensitive clit, and Charlie perceived it and avoided direct contact. Instead she let her hand slip and slide in the hot wetness of Jamie's cunt. Before Jamie knew it, Charlie had shoved a finger inside her. Jamie never let anybody do that, not even Doris. That was simply not the way it went. But she let it happen now, surprised at how easily she succumbed to the bittersweet pleasure of being taken. She'd thought her armor more solid than that. But it only took one cocky tomboy, unlike any she'd met before, and she was done in.

Charlie fucked her with her hand for a bit, kissing and biting Jamie's lips. She had her other hand around the back of Jamie's neck, tickling the short, downy hair there and teasing the nerves, making goose bumps all the way down Jamie's back. Jamie had hardly known she had such a sensitive neck. There was a lot she hadn't known about herself. Like how she longed to lose control, for instance.

Charlie turned her around, making her face the wall, still fucking her with her hand. The other hand had left Jamie's neck and was pinching and kneading her pale, muscular buttocks instead. Then the hand left her arse and fumbled with something else, presumably Charlie's own fly.

Something slid into Jamie from behind, something larger and smoother than a finger. Though not cooler-it must have been warmed to body temperature inside Charlie's slacks. Jamie was shocked. Not even she had one of those! Charlie's cruel mistress must be well equipped.

It stung ever so slightly but that was to be expected, since technically, she was-had been- Anyway, she was not the one to whine about a little pain. It felt right somehow, like penitence. She knew she had no other choice than to relax and receive. Bracing herself would only make it hurt more, and she wasn't sure she needed to repent that badly. Charlie wasn't going to stop. She'd seemed like a sweet enough kid, a bit forward but no match for Jamie. Or so Jamie had thought. But she must have some pent-up frustration from being that lady's toy-Jamie could tell from the determined way she thrust into her.

So she relaxed and received. Charlie had her in a firm grip around her leather-clad waist, both her hands pressing on Jamie's clit. With each jerk of her hips the pressure of her hands increased too. Now Jamie had an awfully sensitive clit. She used to get off just from riding her motorbike. She suspected Charlie did, too, from the way she was panting as she rubbed against Jamie's arse. Anyway, that meant it didn't take much for her to come, but she was unprepared for what the orgasm felt like with the cock inside her too. Normally, she felt the contractions as vague spasms, but now her muscles had something to grip and every time they contracted the pleasure intensified. It beat the breath out of her so that she couldn't suppress a groan.

Apparently pleased with her accomplishment, Charlie let herself go and came, as well. Jamie could hear her gasp right next to her ear. Her red curls tickled Jamie's neck as she momentarily rested her head on Jamie's shoulder, then her head was gone and she was all buttoned up before Jamie had the chance to collect herself. When Jamie turned around to face her, flushing cheeks and somewhat rapid breathing were the only signs she showed of any illicit activity. As for Jamie, she leaned heavily against the church wall, still fumbling with her button fly. She, who was always so cool and collected!

Excerpted from Best Women's Erotica 2010, an anthology edited by Kathleen Warnock and published by Cleis Press.

The book is also on sale at Amazon.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Cleis Press.

If you're an author or a book publicist and you want to participate in the Fleshbot Book Club, send email to Lux Alptraum.

Whatever, 'tis the season, we know you're not a ho (ho ho), Merry Christmas, Happy Festivus, Rock on, Kwan(za) and all that. You're stuck with family? Eating dinner in a Chinese restaurant with free wifi? Perfectly content watching the lights twinkle and shine? Have a gift of dirty stories! It's the best sort of gift: Small, portable and easily erased from your History tab, lest any curious in-laws decide they'd "like to play Solitaire on your laptop."

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Pantyless in Church

I hope that one day ill be fortunate enough to watch you getting fucked by another man while my cock is in your mouth. That would make me so happy. I hope you don't think I'm weird but its what I enjoy. I enjoy watching my beautiful little slut with another man's cock enjoying her tight, wet fuckhole.

—Archetype of the Temptress

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Femme Fatale

I crossed my arms and grabbed my handy dandy alarm clock from the shelf above my bed. I played with stroking the base of his penis as I contemplated the second hand on the clock. I gave him a few seconds of cock-sucking reward, for learning his lesson, then pulled back and tapped at the clock. "Okay, you have sixty seconds to get hard. And if you're not at the end of that sixty seconds…well. I wouldn't want to find out, if I were you. Oh and, you can take your hand off your head…time starts now."

—You Fucked the Suburbs Out of Me

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the countdown

I am going to fantasize about the last time you fucked me. How your cock filled me up, how when you stood up your cock pointed toward the heavens and my lips just melted around your beam like it was it meant to be. All that saliva and spit, flowing out of my mouth dripping on to the floor between us, as I devoured every inch. You taste so good. Looking up at your cock, glossed in my spit, and dripping in your own pre-fluid, making my head spin and cunt thump.

—Library Vixen

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Wicked Wednesday: Special Guest Post

Your jeans are on the floor. Through the lace panties you are still wearing I can see you are open, waiting; the lace, your cunt, are wet with your longing and I rub my cheek into your desire before I pull the barrier away. I am gazing into your openness. The breath rises in me as I try to maintain my concentration, try not to hurry. I place my mouth into you, nearly inhaling you, and trace your clit with my tongue…a wanting moan escapes you. I raise up and reach under the couch for the box we have hidden there and hand it to you. My new cock is waiting there.

—Scintellectually Yours

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Notes From the Cabin II

He tied me facedown spreadeagle to the bed using the under-the-bed restraints we borrowed from Ziztur (thanks Ziztur!). He left me that way for a few minutes, then came back in, leaned down and murmured in his low, deep voice, "I'm going to fuck you like no other." And commenced to use the arsenal of toys lined up next to the bed on me. I got flogged, ripped, spanked, eaten from behind, vibed, penetrated. He fucked my ass, then came around to mouth and came in it while spitting on me. Oh joy - Ass to Mouth. Tasted sweet from the lube.

—The Beautiful Kind

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My First Blowjob

John's idea of "saying goodnight" was to lure me into his backseat for a few kisses. Or so he said. Have I mentioned how inexperienced I was yet at this age? Ha! Pretty soon, he whipped out his cock and I hadn't a damn clue what to do with it other than put my hand on it. Very quickly, his hand on the back of my head increased the pressure of pushing me down to his lap until he had to outright tell me what he wanted because I just wasn't getting the hint.

—This Could Be Dangerous

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With packages as big, as meaty, as succulent and as tasty as the ones featured in today's round-up of the sexiest stories on the 'net, who wouldn't want to take a long, lusty look? Never fear, there's more than just looking going on. There's touching, feeling and tasting as well. Let your mouth water as you read these lusty tales, then go in search of your own presents to unwrap.

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The S Spot's Sexy Short Story Contest Winners! – Third Runner Up!

She is face to face with his straining zipper and her mouth has already begun to water. Her hands are bound though; she waits to see what he'll do next. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he unzips his fly, reaches into his pants and extracts his hard, throbbing cock. "Suck it" he says. She reaches her head forward, sticks out her tongue and flicks her it over the tip of his cock, as if to test him. She wants to know how far he's pushing his dominance. "That's not sucking "he says as he reaches behind her head, grabbing her by the hair, sending a new rush of pleasure through her body. "I said, suck it" and with that he shoved her head forward to his cock.

—the s spot

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Date night

So I did, running it up and down the underside of his shaft, swirling it over the head, worrying it under his frenulum. He gripped the headboard as he started to pump his hips against my face. My eyes watered and saliva streamed from my lips as he fucked my mouth faster and harder. I tried to focus on relaxing my throat, but it was no good: I gagged with nearly every deep thrust. "Mmmm, fuck," he groaned, getting close.

—Really and Truly

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Co-Hypno-Topping

I stared down at Trilby's prone form. She was only wearing a pair of lacy boycut panties and knee high socks. She was breathing heavy and waiting for commands.

"Tell her that if she is hit on her ass with any implement it would feel like she was being penetrated by a penis. Also if she is spanked long enough the arousal with build and build and she will have a powerful orgasm."

—Writing Dirty

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Avarice

Without looking at one another, the two men advance as one.

They stand a foot away from her, eagerly awaiting her inspection, their cocks jutting out proudly, arrogantly, from beneath their bellies. Both are desperate to be the first to garner her attention. The husband glances down and to his right, and he sees that the other man is no better or worse endowed than he is himself; if anything, the husband's cock is a little straighter, his glans more swollen than his rival's.

—Easily Aroused

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Heat

I traced right down the length of her spine, tasting her saltiness as I went, right down until that taste changed subtly, then up again to end behind her ear so that she was no longer able to contain herself and let out a long, low moan.

—Northern lights and sleepless nights

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One more day I haven't been struck down by God..

Taste yourself.

He doesn't have to ask twice.. it's one of the few real conceits I have, the belief that I taste amazing when I really get going. I've never been averse to licking my fingers- or someone else's fingers, or a cock- clean of my juices. Quite the opposite, actually.

—The binding of the muse

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We could go for a good, old-fashioned Snow Day here at Fleshbot HQ. Bring on at least six inches of that white stuff so we can spend an entire day fucking our way to loads of the other white stuff. No snow days in sight? Madeline's found the next best thing: a collection of smoking-hot stories for a cold winter's night.

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Punishment

My eyes travel down your body
I see this excites you
I can't help but run the tip of my tongue on my lips
"On your knees... hands behind your back"

-A Girl's Gotta Have Options

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Twinkling Heat

I gripped the back of his legs and he arched his back against his desk. I could have gone on for hours, sucking his balls, teasing his cock's head with quick little flicks of my tongue, fucking him with my mouth...

-Bringing My Sexy Back

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Slut Wife in the Club

I moved my hands through her hair sometimes pulling her mouth against my cunt. I slid one hand under my shirt and tortured my nipples. I twisted them and pinched them. I felt my hips moving in rhythm with her tongue. Finally it was too much for me I arched my back and let out a moan as I came hard against her mouth. She kept licking and licking driving me wild until I finally had to pull her head away. She licked her lips and smiled a wicked smile.

-Hotwife Blog

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Ball Gag Misuse

Jessica was quite cooperative while I tied her to the chair. It was a lovely steel and leather construction, with nice clean lines and a subtle bondage sensibility to it. Very easy to attach wrists and ankles to, as well. Good piece of furniture to have in a hotel room.

-MonMouth

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The Babysitter

In one quick movement she undoes the tie and opens up her dress, presenting her body to me. Her stockings end in suspenders under which she wears no underwear. Her black bra accents her pale skin, as does the large tattoo that stretches across her stomach — a bird in flight with wings that stretch from breast to breast.

"As good as your wife?" she asks seductively.

She holds open her dress, allowing me to take her in.

"Better."

-Prurient Interests

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By the Twinkling Lights...

Off came my skirt. I stood naked in a softly lit room, with nothing between me and the outside world except thick panes of glass.

We kissed.

My hands blindly sought out his skin.

His hands, having no barrier, fluidly roamed my body.

My hands, restricted by his clothing, desperately yet weakly fought to get through.

His hands gripping my ass, he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist.

My ass met the cold glass.

-This Could be Dangerous

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The following excerpt is from "In a Handbasket," by Alison Tyler.

The heat surrounded us: Santa Monica in the summertime, melting popsicles and no lights on; that electric smell of hot asphalt and salt breezes. And Cal's mouth working me, tongue ringing my clit, those warm strong hands opening me up now, drumming, strumming in a heady rhythm along the crack of my ass.

"You said you were a believer," I remembered suddenly, gazing down into his coffee-brown eyes, seeing the humor that I always saw when he looked at me-realizing in a flash it was because this was the first time I'd ever looked down at him, first time I was ever above.

But then he hosted me up, lifting me in his arms so I had to put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, feeling his muscles through his seat-dampened T-shirt. I could have put my palms up flat on the ceiling if I'd wanted to. Instead, I gripped into his arms, knowing he was going to-what was it?

"Fellowship of light with darkness," Cal murmured, letting me feel the head of his cock at the split of my lips. Letting me steel myself now for the first taste of him.

"Does fellowship mean fuck?" I asked innocently.

"Only someone who wears a sinner on her chest would ask a question like that," Cal teased. And then he got quiet, because he'd felt me squeeze him. Tight. Once again and then release. He responded by plunging forward, driving firmly inside for me. And sweet Jesus, right then I started to think I might become a believer for real.

A believer in me and Caleb.

Forget Cain. We were able. Able to fuck like a dream. His hands moving, holding, lifting me so that I felt weightless, as if we were fucking in water, fucking in heat that's both breathable and surrounding. Flames licking our skin. the sound of fire crackling.

Caleb's strong, hard body pinned me to the wall, held me firmly then brought me down over and over on the length of his shaft. The pleasure floored me. Or lifted me up. I couldn't comprehend the sweetness, sparked with pain from his size, from the way that he stretched me. I'd heard of being fucked hard, fucked until you could feel that cock hammering against the back of your throat. But I never had that feeling until Caleb brought me to the bed, set me down and got behind me.

Here we were, bringing that picture to life, becoming the image that all of those dirty-minded people pictured when they saw us walking, when they saw two friends together. This was the culmination of all those stares. And they were right, those filthy-thinking people. Being fucked by Caleb was transcendent, shattering in that way that makes you flutter inside, every nerve ending alive-every fiber on fire.

Caleb gripped my hair in one fist and pulled as he fucked me, as he sealed himself into me, whispering sweet words the whole time. Not scripture, but promises, or rather confessions: how he'd wanted to do this from the start. How he was one of those dirty-minded people who imagined what I'd look like naked whenever he saw me.

"Like a sinner?" I whispered.

"We're all sinners," he sighed, as he came.

I slid one hand on top of his, pumping against my clit, showing him the way to take me there, letting his finger do the trick, so that I climaxed right after him, melting with him into the heat.

But he recovered quicker that I did, gripping me into his arms, holding me against him as the breeze barely stirred my lacy curtains.

"You know," I told him, turning to look into his eyes, "we're going to hell."

He laughed, that rumbling baritone laugh that I've always loved. "At least, chicklet, we'll be there together."

Excerpted from "Best Women's Erotica 2010," an anthology edited by Violet Blue and published by Cleis Press.

The book is also on sale at Amazon.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Cleis Press.

If you're an author or a book publicist and you want to participate in the Fleshbot Book Club, send email to Lux Alptraum.

Bells on bobtails. Roasted chestnuts. A one-horse open sleigh. The Hanukkah bush. Maybe it's the irrepressibly dirty minds we here at Fleshbot cultivate, but we can't help but feel amused and more than a little excited when we think of Santa "coming down the chimney." This week's round up of steamy sex blog moments finds our authors "decorating" in the most delightfully deviant manner imaginable. Check them out and you might be ready to hang some decorations of your own.

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Sound of Silence

The sounds I make now are an abandonment of consciousness, a wail directly from my soul. They seem to last forever, although of course they don't - but an untold and unfathomable length of wailed joyous expression goes by before i am silent again, save huge, shuddering gasps of air that reinflate my lungs.

—Elegant Smut

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Sex at 2am

I slipped my hand into her sweat pants, slipping my fingers between her lips, searching and hunting for her clit. A gasp from her told me I was getting close. Running my other hand over the body, nails scrapping against her skin, I whispered in her ear how hot she made me, how much she turned me on, how much I wanted to fuck her.

—Sexuality Happens

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1980 : VIP Lounge

You gotta use what your mama gave you, so I tuck my legs under me and sit up, bringing my breasts up to eye level. For the record, even in my leotard, I have terrific tits. Let me revise that – I have good breasts, but I have terrific nipples. They're as big as the last joint of your pinkie, and persistently erect. I can hang things from them, necklaces, ribbons, ties, you name it. If it hangs, it can be hung from my nipples. They are my only trick.

—dirtygirl diaries : jodi sh. doff

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Microfantasy Monday – Role Reversal

I quickly pushed her against the wall and tangled my fingers into her soft auburn hair on either side of her head, taking her lips with my own and asserting myself against her. I could smell her, spicy with a hint of vanilla. I was already intoxicated by her and aching for more.

—Femme Fagette

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The Harem — Autumn

Mac worked his way down to her cunt, now ultimately spread open for her pleasure. Her clit was just as flushed and filled as her nipples and he knew what to do. Tonguing….up and down….back and forth…fuck this hot slut….gimme this cunt…he started tonguefucking her, throwing his face into her crotch. Autumn began grunting loudly, just as he wanted her to do. She clutched his head in her hands and began fucking his face, rapidly.

—Torchlight

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Ex Machina

I'm strapped face down to a Y shaped bench. My arms are folded together in the small of my back, my legs are spread and bent back - calves strapped to thighs. He's wrapping me in plastic. I can hear the peel and coil of the wrap, the slight tackiness of it as it folds around my limbs. I'm still hooded, breathing through a tube and sometimes the air stops, rubber inflating and deflating uselessly, enough to bring me part way to a panic. Then released. After a short while, I'm done. Bagged and tagged.

—Post Modern Sleaze »

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Ostensibly a typography project, "Sade for Fonts Sake" is a CD loaded up with a suite of fonts (for Mac, Windows, and Linux, folks). But these are no ordinary fonts, mind you. Load up "Oh Bishop X" and type the letter a—what appears onscreen is not, in fact, the letter a, but rather "stop,".

Type abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz1234567890- and you're given:

stop, closer, tighter, wider, there, higher, enough, deeper, shutup, hold it, wake up, stay, harder, turn, rise down, no—bend, come, don't, wrong, stoop, open, sit, shhh, slow, cry,

You get the picture.

Some of the fonts, like Oh Bishop X and Oh Justine, are based on characters from novels by Sade; others take inspiration from more contemporary figures, like Michael Lucas and Monica Lewinsky. It's fascinating to see how each character transforms the alphabet (and other words)—how each of us puts on our spin on what is, ultimately, a very universal experience.

· Buy Sade for Fonts Sake (amazon.com)
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Tonight's the first night of Chanukah, and as Members of the Tribe everywhere know, it's not a Jewish holiday unless you're eating something. Latkes, doughnuts, pussy—as long as it's covered in oil, we'd like to eat it, please. Madeline's rounded up some of the sexiest stories on the Interwebs for your reading pleasure: from miraculous orgasms to forceful shtupping, we applaud these bloggers for their, erm, holiday spirit.

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project orgasm

there's a... clicking.
a spasm between my legs.
my hips and shoulders both lift inward and then extend outward
my whole body,
contracting
relaxing
contracting
relaxing.
my brain is the ignition, and my cunt is the engine...
but my whole body goes for the ride.

—Persephone in Love

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Blown Away

I'm not making a move, I told him I wouldn't make the first move... He moves closer to me. His hand brushes my cheek, goes through my hair and he's pulling me into a kiss. I just want to get lost in this real first kiss. We come up for air after a minute or two... wow, what a kiss.

I'm convinced now.

—a girl's gotta have options

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The Little Things...

Although of course, I don't get to be in control. It wasn't long before he had his fingers entangled in my hair, and was forcing his thick cock into my throat. Making me choke and splutter; pulling me away to let me breathe, his hand stroking where mine had just left. Me opening my mouth, desperate for more, closing my eyes as his cock slipped in between my lips once more. Loving the taste of him, the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, against my tongue, loving the sound he made when I flickered my tongue against him.

—More Sex, Chocolate and Red Lipstick

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This Night...

I smile a small smile.

A smile more intention than expression.

She knows what's coming, though not when or how...

—Conning Devil

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Taking You as I Please

Open your thighs.

I want them wider.
Open them wider.
Show yourself to me.
Show me your cunt.

—Dirtyboy's Dirty Thoughts

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Hurt Me...Hurt Me Please?

Push your knee up between my thighs prying them apart.
As your knee drops, push my feet apart with your own.
Stand there firmly planted between my spread legs.
Listen to my moans, sighs and gasps of excitement.

—The Pink Poppet

******

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Finding the DVD, streaming video, or porn site that turns you on and gets you off is no easy proposition, even if you already know what you want to see. Porn is a vast genre with many subgenres, full of its own language and customs, confusing labels, and misleading titles-plus a whole lot of bad grammar. What's worse, many retailers (online and off) treat their stock with carelessness or even distaste, cramming porn together with no discernable sense of order. Alphabetical order is not invited to the party, Dewy decimal has left the building. And each website seems to have its own organizational logic. It would make a librarian homicidal. Even a naughty one.

In a lot of ways, finding the right porn is much like seeking out a Hollywood movie-you're really on your own to find it. But in a genre of film that has no road map, you'll need to know not only what you want and where to find it, but also the different types of porn available.

Start by creating a picture of what you hope to find in your porn, just as you'd order a meal in a restaurant. What are you hungry for? Small breasts, big butts, women in charge, realistic plots, blow jobs, two gals and a guy, male anal penetration, rough sex? This may not be your menu, but you get the idea. The important thing is that you make a list of all the qualities you hope to find in an adult video. Then make a second list of things you don't want to see. Do you get turned off by fake breasts, hairy men, rimming, toe-sucking, facial ejaculation, two women together, or watching group sex? These are just examples to get you brainstorming about what you think will send you over the edge-and what you think you'll want to skip through. As you watch porn, you'll probably find more to add to (or subtract from) either list, because sometimes we find things that turn us on or off that we didn't even know about.

Excerpted from The Smart Girl's Guide to Porn, written by Violet Blue and published by Cleis Press.

The book is on sale at Amazon, both as a paperback and e-book.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Violet Blue.

If you're an author or a book publicist and you want to participate in the Fleshbot Book Club, send email to Lux Alptraum.

The Symbiots used to freak us out pretty badly. It was a retarded gentleman and his nephew – or, as we feared, his "nephew". They did have IDs with the same last name, but it was a pretty common one and we were worried we had some kind of chickenhawk situation on our hands and didn't know what to do about it. The nephew was too young to go downstairs (it wasn't ridiculously creepy – he was maybe 18) but was caught down there with the uncle and rousted several times.

The problem with rousting the nephew was that the uncle couldn't pick out porn by himself. Every time they came he went though the entire gay porn section one box at a time.

He couldn't remember what he'd seen before. He couldn't remember that you bring up the tags and not the boxes. He couldn't spot the difference between the for sale stuff and the rentals. He couldn't remember that you only get to check out six movies at a time. He only wanted the cheaper old releases, but couldn't distinguish the old and new release sections.

It would take him hours, and he usually got something wrong and had to go back down. We actually debated saying screw it and letting the nephew, who was of normal intelligence, go downstairs to expedite things, but our manager nixed it.

Finally he'd get back upstairs. The nephew would help the checkout go smoothly; his job was to make the world easier for the two to negotiate.

Then we got to the uncle's half of the relationship: He had the money. He had all the money, and what's more, he knew it was the source of his power and kept a pretty tight rein on it. Occasionally the nephew would pick out a video from upstairs, but his uncle had the account, so he had to check it with him first.

The whole thing freaked all of us at the store out very, very badly.

There were a lot of worried clerkly notes on the file. We didn't know what was going on, just that it was creeping our shit. Were we supposed to do something? There was an ongoing debate as to who was taking advantage of whom.

I served the Symbiots several times and, though nobody at the store agrees with me, I came to the conclusion that it wasn't a sexual relationship. I'm even pretty sure that they really were uncle and nephew. I think they had somehow discovered that they were both gay and formed an interesting team – separately, they couldn't get porn, but together they were unstoppable.

Unfortunately, sometimes our mentally challenged customers cover so well that at first glance they come off as dirtbags. It's hard, in a quick transaction, to tell the difference between someone who is genuinely confused about the rules and someone who's trying to get around them. I usually slip a note on the file suggesting that the customer in question may need some extra assistance, but there's only so much that can do.

It can get frustrating, and I worry that I'm not doing enough. That's why I try to do my best: at least that way whatever else happens, at the end of the day I can rest secure in the knowledge that I have done all I can to make sure that every adult has an equal shot at renting Fuck Pigs 5.

Excerpted from True Porn Clerk Stories, Ali Davis's tales from her days as a porn video clerk.

The book is on sale at Amazon, both as a paperback and e-book.

Hear Ali tell her story on "This American Life" here.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Ali Davis.

If you're an author or a book publicist and you want to participate in the Fleshbot Book Club, send email to Lux Alptraum.

There's something so enticing about those first sliding-wet drops of moisture that cling to cock or cunt. In this week's roundup of the best writing in the sex blog scene we delve deeper into the mysteries of this slippery elixir. What magical properties does the delightful juice hold? As far as we can tell, imbibing even a single drop makes one want to fuck.

Hey, that works for us.

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I usually hate shopping.

I just grinned and told her to let me unhook it for her. She backed up to me, sitting in my lap with her back to me. She started to give me a lap dance in that position as I unhooked her bra for her. She let it fall off her and onto the dressing room floor. She sat that way for a while, gyrating on my lap with her back to me, bouncing her ass up once in a while to let me have a glimpse of her now wet cunt.

—A Rainbow Colored Star

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A Night In Portland Pt 2...

...I finally shield my cock and take my mount on top of Emmy and lock eyes with her yet again. I'm able to feed off of her body language, her eyes and her breathing. I pause, jab at her with quick pokes then thrust deep and hard, all while staying focused on her eyes.

—Confessions Of An Adulterer

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Fringe Benefits

Two fingers deep, I rubbed behind her clit as her hips started that familiar jerking. She gasped as her whole body shook, cumming rather frantically. She grabbed my arm and pulled so I rolled between her legs and ran the wet head of my cock up and down her open lips. She would have none of that and pulled me down so I sunk in deep, warm, wet…

—Unbroken

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Saturday afternoon of fun

I slid up and down his cock while he rubbed around my ass and then leant forwards so he could nuzzle my neck while I kept riding him.

This had the usual effect and I started to pump up and down a bit faster and harder.

—Cumming of age

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Good Night, little girl.

Laying the skirt atop the flannel shirt, she slides her hand to her shaved pussy, and fingers the lips that are already moistened and dewy with lust.

Mmmm, that feels good. She tilts her head back, squints her eyes against the Yule lights strung across her ceiling at the apex where the two sloping walls meet. The blue and white lights dazzle her, as her fingers find her tiny bud and rub it into a hardened, needy nubbin.

—Vanillamom's Blog

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A little piece of heaven..

Your tongue buried in my slick folds, alternately flicking over my clit and dipping into my hole to gather more moisture, occasionally straying lower to nudge at the tight rosebud that you'd no doubt want to take later. Hands pushing my legs apart, bending me upward, spreading me open for you, your fingers digging hard into my flesh.

—The binding of the muse..

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· Thumbnail via Cam Loader (acdgalls.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

We're not sure what cosmic forces aligned to inspire such horny little bloggers this week, but eyes are bugging here at Fleshbot HQ. Apparently there's been a whole lot of fucking and—lucky us—plenty of documentation. Madeline's grabbed a handful of favorites from some of the sexiest bloggers we know for your, um reading pleasure. So please, sit back, relax and enjoy the bounty of the season. And by "bounty" we mean "pussy." Just so we're clear.

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All Business

She wasted no time at all. Her cock slid into my eager pussy and yes, she fucked me good and proper. One hand on my clit, one hand on my hip and I was doing my damnedest to stifle the moans escaping me. Just as I was about to come and come hard she pulled out. Um, what the fuck?

—Scintellectually Yours

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Restraint

She begins to rise and fall over his length, slowly at first, her pace quickening more swiftly than he had expected. The teasing has evidently affected her as much as it has him. She grips one of his thighs with one hand, whilst she presses the other against her clit. He can feel the tips of her fingers against the underside of his shaft as she frantically pleasures herself.

"Fuck, I'm coming already," she cries out, and her body convulses as her orgasm passes through her.

—Easily Aroused

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Etiquette

"You say, 'Teacher, may I please suck your cock?' "

"TeachermayIpleasesuckyourcock?" It spilled out of her so fast the words ran together, not drops this time but a deluge, a torrent.

"Again, please. And let's have that enunciation improved this time."

"Teacher, may I please suck your cock?"

—Insatiabear: A Panserbjørne's Musings

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My First Time Getting a Piss Enema

He flipped me about and fucked me in countless positions as usual, until he asked me to climb on top again. Then he asked me to put his dick in my ass while I was on top. I pretended to resist but he knows I love it and he laughed with me until i pushed down hard on his cock.

—The Beautiful Kind

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American Boy

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. He kissed down lower, and began teasing me with quick kisses through the fabric of my panties, so that the sensation of his lips against my clit was unmistakable, spaced apart, tentative, as if daring me for a response. But with the cotton between his hot wet tongue and me, it was even more of an excruciating thrill, a painful tease. "If you don't tell me, I'm just going to do what I want."

If doing what he wanted involved what he was already doing, it was perfectly fine by me.

—You Fucked the Suburbs Out of Me

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Fucking For Art

I locked eyes with him; we smiled at each other when we heard her whispered moan as my finger grazed her swollen clit. It was his turn to groan when I sucked her juices off my finger before continuing. When I looked at her I could see the pink flush creeping across her breasts and face, I knew her breathing was more labored. She looked so beautiful, so overcome with lust, so tortured.

—This Could Be Dangerous

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· Thumbnail Star Ava Addams, courtesy of Aziani (www.aziani.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

When we first discovered Diamond's website, we fell in love with the upbeat attitude the founder/editor-in-chief, Matt Di Pasquale, takes towards sex and sexual expression. He writes, "To repress or limit your sexual desires, keeping them to yourself, is to hold back a natural part of your being... So, by restricting the flow of one type of emotion, you naturally condition yourself to prevent the flow of other kinds of emotions like happiness, love, sadness, and joy."

But when Diamond's pilot issue came out, it was less about sex than it was about sneakers. The only skin to be seen belonged to the founder, and he wasn't exactly working it. In his ten-page spread, he flaunted both his penis and his high school AP scores (guess which impressed us most).

But with their first official issue, Diamond's managed to release official naked pictures of students from around the country. The articles—penned by students at Harvard, Barnard, Princeton, Yale, and other prestigious locations—are more sex-centric than before, and feel earnest and straightforward. So is it better? No.

Boston University, Cambridge, Columbia, and even Harvard have already jumped on this bandwagon, sometimes even giving the goods up for free. Now, we're not saying we're tired of college sex magazines (it's real, legal nudity and naughty talk), and we are happy to the models get paid a decent amount for their time, and we do respect Diamond's to branch out to other universities. But asking us to pay $9.99 for a digital issue (or $29.99 for a print copy) is just silly. Trust us: we downloaded the free sample version. The sample should be enticing, and it wasn't.

At the end of the day, Diamond's just another college sex magazine in a sea of college sex magazines—more a piece of a hay in a haystack than a, ahem, diamond in the rough. Publications like Boink and H-Bomb understand that when readers approach an Ivy League-generated nudie mag, they expect a certain bit of self-conscious tomfoolery. Dormitory antics, suggestive sororities, TAs with T&A, and nerdy babes wearing nothing but mortarboard caps are all things we hoped to find in Diamond, and we were disappointed by their absence. We genuinely like the kids and what they're trying to do. Here's hoping the next issue has a little more sparkle.

· Grab the free sample issue at Diamond Magazine (diamond-mag.com)
· Harvard Alum Launches Ivy League Porn Mag (business.avn.com)

Ready or not, the holiday season is upon us, and we're not quite ready for the shopping, the cooking, the manic cheer. Would it be so wrong to retreat to the bedroom 'til January 2nd? To take refuge from the insanity in the silken caresses of that most amazing organ, the one that responds so wonderfully to the gentlest of touches? That's what these sexy writers do; in fact, they can hardly keep their hands out of their pants!

You might feel the same after reading their words. Go on. Play with that pretty pussy. It'll keep your mind off the holidays and you out of the mall.

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Got the job, got some Mr OMG. I rock

He laid me back on the bed covers and did angelic things with his tongue and fingers and after a few minutes said he needed to fuck me. I reached to embrace the approaching outline of his torso, but changed my mind and said I originally wanted his cock in my mouth and that's what I was going to do. He stood and I lowered my mouth around his erection and somehow took most of it in the first journey down and held him inside until he groaned. I only got about 10 strokes in when he insisted he had to be inside me.

—the dirty blonde

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Straddle

I want to hike up my skirt and straddle him in his desk chair. To lick his neck and nibble on his earlobe as I unbutton his shirt. To rake my nails down his chest and feel his growing erection pressing up against the flimsy silk of my moistening panties.

—Bringing my Sexy Back

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The Witness – Part I

It was becoming harder for her to concentrate. She could feel the orgasm building. Fingers played over her labia, indulging in the growing wetness there. Now and again she dipped her index finger inside, just quickly, fleetingly, before bringing it back up to her clit once again.

—Lady Pandorah's Sanctuary of Sensuality

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Fucked

He ordered me to bend over the bed, which I did quickly. I felt him behind me, then I heard the bottle of lube open. I felt a cold drop drip onto my ass and pussy, and I knew what was coming next. I was right. The buttplug was lined up and pushed in. Shortly after, so was Master's dick.

—Love/Sex/Kink - A Love Story »

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After the window

With time running short we built up to the final frantic fuck over several different positions. Each has its attractions, but bulling is always a favourite of mine, and not only for the busy swing of his balls and the joyful noise of his flesh slapping mine, but for the breath-taking, eye-popping force he can apply when he's on his knees behind me, pounding away at it.

—Pussy Talk

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Finally..SEX!

His hands go under my thighs and he lays me down on my back. My legs spread, he thumbs my pussy and notices how smooth it feels, being shaved. I felt his tongue on my clit and he starts devouring me, licking and tongue between my legs. I start squirming, moaning and crying out.

—ღYour §weetest Tabooღ

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· Thumbnail star: A very Penny Flame/Aiden Starr Christmas (penthouse.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

This week's post-Thanksgiving Roundup takes a look at some of the hottest scenes in the sexblogosphere (It is so a word!), enough to satisfy our appetites, but leaving us hungry for more. Madeline's come out of her tryptophan coma to bring you the best desserts on the web: threesomes, blowjobs and hot girl-on-girl action to name a few. Plus, a virgin who gets his cherry popped by a lady who's kind enough to tell us all about it.

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I Dance for You

I nuzzle your neck, your chest, your stomach, then use my teeth to get the elastic of your shorts down around your cock. Beautiful.
Kneeling between your legs I take a quick look up to make sure you are watching me. I need you to watch me. You gasp lightly as I take the head of your cock in my mouth, lightly grazing it against my teeth before I close my lipsticked mouth down over you and back up again. I lift my head and smile slyly as I take a swallow of the sweet red wine. Back down, I swirl the liquid around your stiffness and let some spill down the side so I can lick it up. That's when I stand up and look down on you and the thick eight inches I want so badly inside me.

—Scintellectually Yours

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Come Monday Night

Finally-the thrill of his touch, his finger that lightly chased from the center of my collar bone, cold and light down the center of my body, pausing just above my hips, and the same line drawn down my back. Just that, one finger that was not aggressive or forceful, and I already felt myself breathing differently, pleading silently for more.

—you fucked the suburbs out of me

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I don't mean to be rude...but I need you to fuck me right now...

There's such an exquisiteness of that first thrust, that all the subsequent ones just cannot compare to. Not saying that they're bad, of course, but the first one is definitely best. A desire finally sated, an itch finally scratched, a cunt finally filled. We held each other close, my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me, deeper into me, gasping as he fucked me hard, just like I'd wanted, like I'd needed.

—More Sex, Chocolate and Red Lipstick

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His Threesome Last Weekend

I opened my phone to find a picture of a woman with her hand on her pussy.
No message, just the image.

I didn't recognize the pussy and the number didn't register from my address book. Manicured fingernails....beautiful clit....no pubic hair.....I start to weed out the possibilities.

—The Beautiful Kind

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The Pieces in Place

On top of me, the man half of the married couple growled, "Last time I saw you, I smelled like you for hours."

—Nightmare Brunette

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His First Fuck

When she felt his legs stiffen some and his cock starting to throb even harder, she backed off and allowed him time to regain his self control. She didn't want to stop, but if she wanted to get fucked by this man…this young, energetic, enthusiastic man….and she did want him to fuck her, then she would have to pace herself.

—The Pink Poppet

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· Thumbnail Stars Tara Lynn and Chastity courtesy of Her First Lesbian Sex (www.herfirstlesbiansex.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Sure we're thankful for good food, visits with the fam, the start of the holiday shopping season and a few days off work, but we'd really like to sing the praises of great sex. The bloggers in this week's round up of scorchingly sexy moments have already started. Never doubt their gratitude for hard cock, fast stripping and the joy of post-sex laughter. Read along with their exploits and don't forget to say a big thank you the next time you drop trou.

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More on Monday

I thought it was already open before He tormented me, I was wrong, after tormenting and fucking with the vibe I was VERY open. I could feel how open I was.

He licked my slit lips and dug His tongue into my greedy fuckhole, rubbing His nose against my swollen clit. He could smell cunt juice mixed with Cinnamon Oils. Once again He worked on me and I moaned, telling Him I would come, knowing I was not permitted to.

—EJK's slave

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Hotel stay - Part 1

We were now beyond behaving well and ran to our room, slamming the door behind us.

I had planned a nice romantic gentle night of lovemaking but had realised on the train that things weren't going to work out that way. As soon as the door was shut, we stripped each other naked and fell onto the bed. We rolled around, kissing and fondling – generally rubbing whatever we could against each other and trying to get our fingers into whatever part of the other person we could.

—Cumming of age

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Invitation

My hand quivers as I unbutton her blouse, each button...an invitation to come dine. She tosses her head back, her red hair like fire. Her pale skin and her red lips... flush. She holds my arms above my head, ties me gently to the bed. I don't struggle or panic for I know what is to be... she lowers her head to my groin, slides a finger deep into my...

—Indigo

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Chocolate covered...

I opened the bathroom door and exited. You took one look and nearly died laughing.

My cock, still hard, was covered from the tip to the balls in that same chocolate dipping sauce you get at ice cream places...and that was covered with a strawberry drizzle, and the whole thin coating in chopped cherries and nuts! All topped with whipped cream!

—Single Sex at Sixty

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My Turn

Loud. Hard. Thought I saw a tear come down her cheek as I look up at her face. The moment I did that...she squirted me on my own cheek. OH MY GOD! Fabulous! Kept the whole thing going as long as I could sense she wanted it. On and on and on.... till finally we stopped and rested. I laughed out loud and she asked me what was funny. I said quietly and proudly "Honey...you shot me on my face."

—Torchlight

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Dare

He leaned closer into me, putting his bicep against my lips, daring me to bite him as I struggled. I bit my lip instead, grunting against the need to dig my teeth into something. When he jammed his thigh harder into my cunt I opened my mouth against his shirt.

—Journey Into Submission

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Romeo's sweet dream

You can feel my hard cock throbbing, begging to be released as you run the tips of your fingers across the bulge, slowly, you can hear me trying to control my breathing, trying to control myself as you flatten out your fingers and start rubbing, harder. In his rear view mirror you can see from the look in his eyes that the taxi driver knows exactly what you're doing, and that only adds to the building tingle of excitement.

—Taste Like Kisses

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· Thumbnail via Gang Banged Girls (apmhostedgalleries.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Let's face it: when women take control in the sack, it's hot as hell. This week, Madeline's queued up some of the sex blogosphere's most assertive femmes who've got one thing in common: they're getting exactly what they want. From a langorous blowjob to a threesome, to an appreciative voyeur, these are stories you'll want to listen to again and again.

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My Place

I start slowly, deliberately. Stroking your entire length making you harder. I feel the blood coursing through your cock; pulsating, craving my hands and my mouth. Very tenderly I cup your balls, tugging them ever so slightly while my other hand steadies your cock for my tongue.

—Dangerous Liaisons

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Charge Forward

He bent Mona over. She put her hands on the corner of the bed and he slowly put his cock into her pussy from behind. I had been concerned that it would be difficult to have an erection around another guy. But, I just concentrated on Mona and it didn't seem to be an issue. I stepped closer and she lifted one hand off the bed, stroked my dick a couple times, and then took me into her mouth. My hands went to her black hair and I fed her more cock as Chet began to drive into her from behind.

—Crack The Whip

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Bedroom Doms and The Perfect Moment

when I'm on top, his cock perfectly hits my g-spot, which is not something I can say for most guys in any position. It's actually a little too intense sometimes, and I have to slow down because I start to get sore. Watching his face as I fucked myself with his cock, him pulling me toward him so he could suck on my nipples, leaning back so he could play with my clit while he was still inside me…

—Between My Sheets

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fucking you from behind

You look so good there in front of me, your head down on the bed, your ass raised, your thighs spread, wanting me, welcoming me, and I can see the warm wetness of your cunt so deliciously exposed. You're masturbating too, one of your hands enclosed around your breast, clutching, tugging, the other down at your clit, rubbing yourself, knowing I'm watching you, wanting me to watch you, wanting me to fuck you.

—Dirtyboy's Dirty Thoughts

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Honey

I lay on the bed – hot, throbbing and naked and pulled him atop me, writhing underneath him, slick with sweat. I rubbed my cunt against his cock, tempting him until he lost all self-control. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and plunged in hard and deep.

—Bringing My Sexy Back

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I Did as I was Told

The curve of my back as it arched off the mattress cast a shadow against the wall. You grabbed onto my hips and pulled me to the end of the bed. On your knees you ran your hands from my waist to my littlest toe before diving into the warmth waiting for you between my legs. A long slow moan escaped my lips. The same moan I had imagined in my mind over and over again. The anticipation I had for this moment could not match the actual feeling that was being played out between my legs.

—Barefoot Dreaming

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· Thumbnail Star Lea Martini, courtesy of Suze Classics (www.suzeclassics.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

We can't blame them for dispensing for the formalities; this week's round-up of the hottest sex blog moments has us HOT — so hot in fact that like these licentious authors, we're ready to drop trou and get right to business. Licking hard cocks through boxers? We love it. Throwing clothes to the ground in preparation for hard-core bondage? Bring it on. Hearing the unique sound of a belt being pulled quickly out of belt loops? Oh happy day!

Now if you'll excuse us, we're going rip off our clothes and see what kind of trouble of our own we can find.

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"Curve"

A droplet of pre-fluid is being absorbed into the material of your boxers. Looking up I ask–
"is that for me?"

Not able to refrain any longer, I lick one more time across the fabric barrier that is keeping me from you, then I must have the full flesh, I must know, see, feel and fuck that curve.

My tongue glides along your slit, tasting the drips that have formed, just like the honey I imagined it would be. Slow circle around your crown, my eyes from yours, back to your cock. A long hungry lick from base to tip.

—Library Vixen

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Chloe ... trois

She doesn't say a word, but releases a "mmm". And I am being released and held like a trophy for all to see. And I am watching her. Her eyes. Lips are lowered to my crown and then I am engulfed. And I am watching Ms Whoevers lips as she lightly, maybe without even thinking, licks them. I imagine it's her mouth on my cock. Her spit and saliva providing the lubrication for her soft hands to pump my cock like a piston in and out of her mouth. Her tongue swirling around. Making long broad strokes up and down my shaft.

—Dear Perfect Girl

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Grafenburg Meets Graves

She quickly disrobed and I told her precisely where to place herself. Taped against her face and under bondage tape, the goggles stripped her of sight.

In short order, despite her deliberately attempting to show just how rotten a submissive she is, her hands were bound together, arms abducted from their standard orientation at her sides, exposing the sensitive undersides of her upper arms. Knees bent, her legs were tied separately and apart. The full width of her mons featured an enviable carpet of curls. I probed into her folds with a small butt plug.

—The Red Sneaker Diaries

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Carnal

The moans and gasps of the two women fill his ears, create their own symphony along with the ebb and flow of the background music. He is delighted at the sight of his wife's tongue darting in and out of the stranger's pussy as she gyrates on the arm of the sofa. He decides that she is ready as he lifts from his seat and crosses the room.

The two women pay him no mind as he unbuckles his belt, the material of his pants hissing to the floor while he inspects his lover's cunt.

—Naughty Secretary – Tales of Debauchery

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The Place Was Packed

So, the Lady in Red opted to share her own personal style of porn by pulling her dress up for someone, though I can't honestly recall whose guy it was that suddenly had his head between her legs – only that it wasn't the one she came in with – and Barb removed her breasts from the dress and was kissing them and sucking on her nipples. We had the perfect vantage point from the other bed.

—Couples That Stray Together, Stay Together!

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I love it when...

He lets me in and his eyes dont leave my body while I take off my shoes and my jewelry, quickly. We don't have long. I take my clothes off and before my shirt hits the floor I am in his arms.

He sits on the edge of the bed before me. I have waited a week for this very moment.

—maîtresse rousse

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· Thumbnail star: Cindy (allover30.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

We appreciate how this week's group of bloggers get right to the point. The point being that, while it's nice to think about and talk about and dream about fucking, it's a whole lot more fun to just do it. Also, boobs.

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first we talk-then we fuck

With my face to the pillow, I raise my hips, getting on my knees, pushing my ass out and opening my legs. I moan and purr as I feel his hand run up my thigh and between my legs. His fingers caress my pussy lips and I moan loudly. His fingers tease the wetness and I hungrily push into him. His finger plunges into me and I lose all control.

—At Longing's End

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Smooth Control

Pushing her gently back onto her knees he once again told her to stay, and got up to fetch her bindings. He carefully appraised her on his return, noting the solidity of her nipples, the sweat under her arms and down the valley of her spine, and lastly the swollen dark appearance of her cunt. He ran a finger along her slit possessively, feeling the slippery smoothness of the juices starting to drip from her and his cock jumped.

—Secrets of a Geisha

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The Rain Made me Do It

I had an image - not just a mind image but a whole body evocation - we were lying naked on a bed, in a room warm enough for us to have pushed back the blankets, we were lying curled up and naked, curled up on our sides, and my head was down below his belly and his cock was in my mouth and I held his cock in my mouth and I fondled his cock with my tongue and I sucked his cock sweetly, pensively, as if it were a pacifier that brought me contentment and peace.

—Submission & Metaphor

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Geranium Kisses

I'm not afraid to open my mouth for his cum (and that look in his eyes as he swiped it from my cheeks and I sucked it off from his fingers), not afraid to suck his cock (do you want to do this or do you want me to make you do this?), not afraid even when he gripped my neck and choked me hard, holding it there and holding my breath, pressing down on my chest so that it hurt, breathing (if you pass out, you'll wake up to me fucking you). No, none of that, and not the pain when he slapped me, not the way his lips devoured my clit, the way his fingers made my cunt throb for more.

—You Fucked the Suburbs Out of Me

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Bath

I notice my own throb beginning and my stroke becomes heavier, sweat dripping onto the pages below. My breath becomes more heavy than a pant, as I slosh more hot water onto my cunt, grabbing it whole in my palm, like a piece of fruit being rinsed under water.

—Library Vixen

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Fucking & Making Love

My mind raced. There's so much I wanted to do to her, with her. All that ass talk earlier made me want my fingers in her there, to get out the little plug I'd brought to leave at her place (her further homework), wanted to plow her ass hard and make her scream. I won't do that, yet, of course, it'll take some time to work up to it. I wanted her to stay on her knees, ass in the air, while I gripped her hips and fucked her slow and hard. I wanted her on her knees, mouth full of spit eyes looking up at me as she sucked me down.

—Sugarbutch Chronicles

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· Thumbnail Star Jami Deadly, via My Fetish Diary (www.myfetishdiary.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

A sense of urgency drives us all to the bedroom from time to time, but this week's group of hot and horny sex bloggers seem particularly keen to make the beast with two backs. They're so randy that they can't keep their hands off each other; in fact they don't even bother to get naked before diving in. Why let a pair of panties — or even jeans — get in the way of a good shag?

You're feeling that urgency too, aren't you? Dive on in!

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We had sex last night!

My Master loves to watch my cunt stretch with a vibe. My lips cling to the sides of it and drag in and out. He makes me keep my legs wide apart, sometimes telling me to open them further, pushing them apart or kicking them apart sometimes. I am never allowed to close my legs to Him...

—EJK's slave

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New chapter?

Then I started at the base of his penis, and licked the length of it, finishing off with a swirl of my tongue around his head. I played around this throbbing head, running my tongue up and down the frenulum, as my left hand pumped his cock, and my right hand was entwined with his hand. Then, when I thought I'd teased him enough, I slid the entire length of his cock into my mouth. His hand swept my hair aside, which had fallen and covered his cock, so he could watch me work my mouth on his cock.

—Lacestockings

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Big Night In (part I)

With my panties off, I held the dildo out of the way as you slid your tongue against my clit, drawing it into your mouth and sucking. "Use your fingers while you suck, fuck my pussy with them." As you slid your fingers into my pussy, curving them just right, I groaned louder. I grabbed your head and pulled it hard against my pussy, the dildo, freed from my grasp, bounced against your forehead as I pushed against your fingers. I felt myself begin to topple over the edge and I urged you on, wrapping my legs around your back and squeezing tightly as I came.

—Spicy with a touch of sweetness

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Orgasm Ownership «

"Cum. Cum for your Master."

It ripped through me the second he spoke and his eyes seemed to be drinking me in as i dripped and shuddered before him. The possessive heat of his gaze branded every inch of me as his property as i came on the floor, with only his hand touching my hair. When my pussy stopped clenching and i was able to breathe again he still didn't let go of my hair or look away from my eyes.

—Puppy Tales...

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A Real Man?

She begged me to fuck her. She said I could have any hole I wanted. She bent right over the bed with her legs spread as far as she could get them, exposing herself to me. Her tight little asshole and glistening wet cunt, mine for the taking. She pleaded for my cock, "Please I need to feel your cock inside of me. Please fuck me now!" I chose her cunt and entered her in one hard thrust.

"Oh, fuck yes", she gasped, "I need you to fuck me harder then I've ever been fucked before."

—Sweat Shop Sissy

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Snapshots

Jan used her free hand to help and once her trousers were round her ankles she managed to release her throbbing cock. She wasted no time and thrust roughly into Lizzie's hot, open cunt as they both lost themselves in desire.

—Butch Femme BDSM

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· Thumbnail star: Charlotte Stokely (littlethumbs.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive