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.

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· National Philistine (nationalphilistine.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

******

· Thumbnail Star: Malloy Martin (www.malloymartin.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

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..

*****

· 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

*****

· 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

*****

· 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

*****

· 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

*****

· 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

*****

· 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)
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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)
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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

*****

· Thumbnail star: Charlotte Stokely (littlethumbs.com)
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We've all been there: playing rodeo indoors for a day or two (or six), only surfacing to eat, drink and update our Twitter streams. (Oh, like you don't.) Madeline's grabbed a handful of hotness from this week's sex blogosphere, just in case you find yourself naked, sweaty and postcoital this weekend with a hankering for some, um, inspiration.
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Waiting

We kiss....for a long time, and once again must stop ourselves from fucking in the parking lot. Eventually, we trot off to the room (our usual) and step inside. The longing...has now turned to intense and unadulterated lust. We are clawing at each other, biting, unable to stop each other. I rip his plaid shirt open and pull at his jeans. His belt is quickly undone, and I am eager for that enormous cock.

—The Unfaithful Soccer Mom

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On Masturbating

Instead I became focused on the coolness of the glass as it circled my clit the ease with which it penetrated me and how quickly it warmed to my cunt. I lazily fucked myself drawing out my arousal while lightly slapping my perfectly purple tits. Each time my palms made contact with my extremely sensitive nipples I felt an intense spasm of pleasure in my cunt.

—Dangerous Liaisons

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Spontaneous

I glanced around at the easy traffic on the winding four-lane suburban highway as I undid my jeans. But soon my hand was tired from the combined efforts of rubbing tights circles and pushing space in my snug jeans. It's not an easy feat to push one's panties and jeans down ass and hips while driving, but I did it. My long shirt covered my tummy and cunt but patches of pale skin was visible at my hips and the tops of my thighs, should a passing motorist of the correct height happen to glance over and inside my car.

—This Could Be Dangerous

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Devil Inside

Abruptly she pulled downwards and his pants fell around his ankles. His cock, hard and red, stood out like a prod, pointing directly at her face. She looked up at him then, and there was in her eyes such a look of lust that even he was swayed by its force.

"Or, not to put too fine a point on it," she purred now, "to have you fuck my brains out." Her hand went to his shaft and grasped it firmly. He gasped at how cool and soft her fingers felt around his heated flesh. She began stroking him, gently twisting her grasp around and around, squeezing him downward and then upward, milking the first drops of pre-cum free.

—Insatiabear: A Panserbjørne's Musings

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Sex and Submission (part 2)

My efforts were mostly useless. But worthwhile, when he peeled away the objects of torture-with exquisite deliberation on each one. And rewarded me with his cock.

And, what a cock. It didn't take much suggestion on his part for me to beg for it, and suck it with enthusiasm. Even as he forced me to strain for it, from my position, kneeling on the bed as he stood in front of me, fully clothed except for his hanging, gorgeous cock.

—You Fucked the Suburbs Out of Me

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Not Enough #13

And so I extended the long cord to the nearest outlet and knelt in front of Alice's vagina, the dyed blue hairs now drenched in fluid, her cuntlips now engorged and slick with her arousal. I held the head of the vibrator flush up against her, moving it around in little circles, trying to match the rotation of the hips in front of me. Alice now exhaled deeply, and emitted a slight moan, the tempo of her breathing increasing, her mouth open and her tongue working itself back and forth across her lower lip, her discreet little noises now cascading on top of one another in rhythm to the circling of the vibrator, the wetness now starting to shine at the tops of her thighs.

—Swordfish Suite

*****

· Thumbnail Stars Abbey Brooks & Jasmeen LeFleur, courtesy of Naughty America (www.naughtyamerica.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Smart sex bloggers know to save a few tricks and treats for the long dark days after Halloween. Read along as they give us our favorite candy in the form of playful teasing, pounding sex toys and submissive kneeling. And while a long slow session of oral sex is most certainly a treat, we're curious: Is orgasm denial also a treat, or is it a trick?

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Fighting The Good Fight

I continued to fight Him. My head was flipping from one direction to the other, my lips still pressed tightly together. As He tried to force His cock into my mouth, I continued to refuse Him. However, it soon became clear that I would not be able to get away from Him. He was too much larger than me and much stronger I was. He guided His cock towards my mouth and I relented, opening my mouth to accept it.

—Oh My God, That Britni's Shameless

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Everything a Big, Bad Wolf Could Want

She had gathered up the bread and biscuits for Grandmother, tucking them neatly back into the basket before finding the path once more. She couldn't get his thick, hard cock out of her mind. She wanted more of it. She wanted him to pull her curls once more and make her heart beat faster in her chest. She felt slippery and moist, ready and not at the same time.

—The Coquitten

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One of the greats

And I was getting it from the right place. Joan's pace increased ever so slightly. Her head was still incredibly steady. Up and down. Wet. Make sure that the insides of your cheeks and tongue provide friction on his cock. Stay on the same rhythm. Wetter. Don't look up. Remember to breathe.

—Glimpses Of Dave

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A Post From Anon

I was your property and you determine where, how, and with whom I play. I felt a familiar swelling below the sheets as the reality sank in. I reached to touch your cock and withdrew my hand, it was not mine to touch any more, it was yours… you even controlled how and if I can use my body.

—Heart Full of Black

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Cock as a Gag

He flipped me over after telling me He was gonna fuck His little whore. He buried my face down and rose my ass up toward His cock and jammed His cock into my cunt, complimenting my wetness from being so turned on by getting beaten. He handed me the Hitachi with a new attachment and ordered me to get it on my clit and keep it pressed there and not let it move until He said.

—Cavern of the Beast

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Light

I'm on my knees in front of him and looking up. There is dim light streaming in the windows. I'd like to think it is the moon but it is most likely the sub-division street lights casting this cool tint on the moment. Regardless of the source, he looks painfully hot. I can feel myself get wetter as I slide my mouth over his cock and crane my neck to catch his expression.

—Ellie Lumpesse: A Pretentious Pervert

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· Thumbnail stars: Sweet Yurizan and Louisa Lanewood (incrediblecontent.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

This weekend, kids are trick-or-treating, and parents are shouting "just take one." Well, aren't you glad you're all grown up, because this week, Madeline's gathered the best tricks and treats from some favorite blogosphere haunts, piled them into a basket and left them all on the doorstep for you, with a friendly note: Take as many as you like, and Happy Halloween.

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A Glorious Fuck

I came 4 times.
Twice from fucking.
I don't cum from fucking.

—Submission & Metaphor

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The One Where I'm a Tad Distracted

My mouth is watering at the thought of giving a long, drawn out blowjob. It makes me squirm in my desk chair when I'm doing my work to think of being bent over and spanked hard whilst being fucked from behind. Of having a cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt….

—More Sex, Chocolate & Red Lipstick

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cum on me

You slow stroke down then bring it all back and in a hot flash, it streaks across my body, from belly button to chin. I love it, I can't help but rub it all over me when you spray it across my belly and tits like this. That first splat of heat as it lands onto my sweaty from fuck body feels so good, like a job well done.

—Library Vixen

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Nothin' Good on TV

I pulled myself up onto the bed next to her and flopped on my back. I was hard from it all. She rolled over against me and put her hand on my chest.
"Fuck. I never get off from that. Damn."
"You liked it?" I said.
"Fuck yeah."
"Good," I said.

—Crack the Whip

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Redux

Well, what did you expect? You were on the other end of the line, cock in hand, thinking about my lips wrapped around your thick shaft. I wanted to be there, to watch and experience all of you, to taste you myself. I was hot and bothered and filled with the desire to make you come for me…

—Naughty Secretary

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In the Closet

We fucked furiously, both of us sexually charged with the scene that had just played out in the closet. When he came, it was hot and sticky and messy.

We lay next to each other only for moments before he instructed me to take off the panties. I hesitantly removed my underwear knowing what was coming.

—Memoirs of a MILF

*****

Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Forced orgasms, face-fucking and whipping keep our favorite sex bloggers on their toes, not that they really mind. In fact they seem downright gleeful to be the recipients of such unmitigated harshness. Witness the gleeful grinning and the spontaneous erections! Hear the enraptured moaning! If that's not exciting enough, maybe a midnight visit from the undead will wind you up?

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Her prize – part 1

"Strip" you command of him, saying nothing more and continuing to stare, enjoying watching him quickly fumble to get his clothing off as soon he can. When he is standing naked before you, smiling with a foolish grin, you begin to walk slowly towards him, savouring the moment and building the tension. You see him looking up and down your body, his cock beginning to get hard as you approach him.

—Tightly Bound

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Unable To Move-A Halloween Tale

I tried, but found that I couldn't move at all, and despite shouting in my mind, I could make no sound. It was as if I was being held down and gagged. In the pale light from the street lamp, I watched Gina's nearly naked body slowly come into view.

More disturbing was that I began to get a raging hard-on myself. At this point the large form settled over her and she though apparently still asleep, began to moan softly, then more deeply. The straps of her teddy went tight then snapped as if ripped away, allowing her tits to fall free of the thin material.

—Doing My Wife!

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Sloppy Seconds-For once

I took her firmly by the waist and banged away hard at her. It's not as if we were short of time; we had all afternoon-and all evening for that matter-to enjoy everything each others' bodies had to offer, but for the moment it was all about immediate gratifiation; Heather needed cock inside her, I craved the feel of her soft wet cunt, the smell of her juices, the sounds she makes as the breath is driven out of her with every stroke. There's no good denying good old-fashioned carnal lust when it takes you.

—Northern lights and sleepless nights

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Sue's train fun

Mike told her to put her feet up on the seat either side of her so that her pussy was completely exposed and to cum as fast as she could. She had reached that nice (but dangerous) place where she was close enough to cumming that she was prepared to take a bigger risk and did as he said.

—Cumming of age

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Aftermath

She hangs onto the drapes, pressing her arse back to meet my thrusts. I quickly release the clasp on her brassiere, slipping my greedy hands beneath the now-loose cups, moulding her full, soft flesh to my grasp. Each time I enter her to the hilt, she gasps with blissful fulfilment; each time I withdraw to the point where the corniced ridge of my glans pulls provocatively upon her labia, her sighs of pleasure sound bitter-sweet.

—Easily Aroused

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Camp Nekkink ch 12

If Corinne thought that being hung and facefucked and whipped was the end of afternoon playtime, she could not have been more wrong. After some lovely cuddling, something he called "aftercare" and which she hadn't heard of before, he rose from the couch in the Dungeon. Patting her on the head "like a good dog," she fumed, annoyed, He told her to "sit and stay put, cunt." And he walked away.

—Vanillamom's Blog

*****

· Thumbnail via Ultimate Surrender (ultimatesurrender.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Madeline remembers the first time she felt a boner on her thigh, straining against the jeans of her first boyfriend as they danced thiiiiis close to Stairway to Heaven (Hey, it was the Eighties, okay?). It stirred an emotion that was part amazement, part self-congratulatory high-five, part extreme horniness. It's a feeling that's rekindled by some of our favorite sex bloggers this week: we've got boners on subways, in offices and down some very lucky throats. Nah, that's no banana in our pocket; we're just really happy to be here.

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Next Stop: Orgasm

She sighed and shifted uncomfortably on high heels that looked fantastic, but provided very little actual ankle support when you get right down to it. Not for the first time, she cursed the overcrowding in her city that forced her to take this annoying subway to work every day. The people were rude, the crowds were thick and the smell of hundreds of hurried, overstressed people was something better left undescribed.

—Insatiabear: A Panserbjørn's Musings

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primal desire

rip my blouse open with your other hand
take my breast in your mouth
while i writhe against you
needing you, wanting you
my hands tug at your pants
letting them fall to the floor

—a girl's gotta have options

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A Darkened Room

She stood there, her skirt on the floor surrounding her high heels, with nothing else on but makeup, perfume, a necklace, and some bracelets. I took my time slapping, squeezing and tugging her breasts. I handled her nipples very roughly— the sounds that escaped her throat told me I was on the right track. I turned her so her back was to me and looked at her bare ass.

—Crack the Whip

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Fixation: Aural

The cacophony of our lust ringing in my ears.

Your moans into my clit as I suck your cock.

The wet sounds emanating from my cunt while you fuck me with my dildo.

The guttural gagging noises as you fuck my face and I struggle to take the length of your cock.

—Dangerous Liaisons

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Impatient

I wrapped my arms around his neck and began nuzzling his earlobe - gently licking and giving it a brief bite. I could feel his breathing speed up and his hand tighten on my thigh.

I sensed his torment as he struggled with propriety and his growing passion. With a sigh of impatience, I put my tongue in his mouth and pulled him on top of me. I could feel his erection as he ground himself against me and knew that I had silenced his internal debate.

—Bringing My Sexy Back

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Forward

And then what? I know my insolence will get a rise out of him, and I can't help but push his buttons.

And then what? Then I'll rub my shaft against your belly, against my come until I'm rock hard again, slippery wet with my own seed. It's then that I'll plunge my thick shaft into your parted flesh, filling you with every thrust, each push bringing you closer to orgasm. I'll take what I want from you and make you clench down on my cock as I explode inside you, your heat milking the orgasm right from me as we come together…

—Naughty Secretary

*****

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The following excerpt is from "Clean and Pretty," by Donna George Storey.

My intercom buzzes again for the fifth time tonight-or is it the sixth?

I wipe my oily hands on a towel, slip on my cotton robe and press down the button.

Hiro's husky voice slithers into my ear. "Jenny-san? You've got another customer. He's ordered ‘Virgin's Forbidden Pleasure' and ‘Breast Soap Show.' Oh, and he says he wants ‘Total Satisfaction.' "

"Don't they all?" I turn toward the security camera and grin. I can't see Hiro, but I can imagine his lips stretching into a wry smile, like we're laughing at the world together.

His voice softens. "Are you tired? You are very busy tonight."

"That's because I'm so clean and pretty. Or at least that's what the expert tells me." I say this all in English and strike a vamp's pose.

He laughs, a low chuckle that twines itself around my chest and squeezes. Time stops, suspended in the hot, damp air. My belly contracts, a sharp sexual twinge. But this is business. As much as I try to forget this, Hiro never does.

"Your customer will be there in a few moments. Thank you again for your hard work," he adds in brisk Japanese. The intercom goes dead.

I'm alone again. But that's my job⎯to be a woman alone with her fantasies.

I lean into the shower stall and start the water. Steam rises up over the glass walls, which don't quite reach the ceiling. In no time, the small room will be thick with mist. It won't be too thick, however, to obscure the figure of a naked woman washing herself for any observer who may have slipped into the room. The careful placement of the spotlights guarantees the honorable customer gets what he's paid for.

I shrug off my robe and hang it on the hook embedded in the mirrored wall. The place really does look like some posh hotel in miniature. Hiro told me he pays special attention to detail for the design of each new club. Reality is the essential foundation of every fantasy, he said, and this was every man's dream, to spy on a girl making herself clean and pretty in a lavishly appointed bath. I'm not sure if it's true, but I do know bathing is an important ritual in Japan, a form of purification that dates back to ancient times. With separate facilities in most public baths in hot springs and inns, the thrill of peeping in on the ladies was no doubt a potent taboo. Hiro readily agreed with my theory, but when I asked if he personally had a thing about watching a girl masturbate in the shower, he only smiled.

The intercom buzzes a brief warning, and I move into action, stepping under the spraying water, my eyes half-closed. The door clicks open. I see a sliver of light from the hall widen then disappear with another click of the latch. Of course, I give no sign I know I'm being watched.

But I do know. It's time for the show to begin.

I arch my neck, letting the water stream over my face and hair. The pose alone suggests innocent wantonness. My lips part, my breasts tilt up and out in offering. The man steps closer. Even through the glass, I can feel the air between us thicken.

I spend a few moments luxuriating in the warmth of the water, then turn and squirt some foamy white soap from the dispenser into my hand. I slowly lather my arms, my shoulders. Timidly, my hands fall to my breasts.

Excerpted from "Peep Show," an anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press.

Donna George Storey is the author of Amorous Woman (Neon/Orion). Her fiction has been published in numerous anthologies, including Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories and X: The Erotic Treasury. She writes a column, "Cooking up a Storey," for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association.

The book is also on sale at Amazon.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Rachel Kramer Bussel.

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