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

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

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

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Drop a few extra cherry bombs with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Out of the Blue

It felt a little as if we were going camping or some such activity.

Lover number three paced around the table wordlessly, checking equipment; testing the four lengths of rope twisted around the table legs, inspecting my box of toys, setting up the music. He is naked, his cock semi erect; I can still taste myself on my tongue from cleaning him. He had fucked me immediately he was through the door, to take the edge off, but the tension between us sings once more.

- Bittersweet Me

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Throat Fucking

Throat fucking is full insertion face fucking, such that the head of the cock makes it into the throat itself, and the throat ends up providing much of the stimulation necessary to bring the guy off. This is face fucking on steroids, and requires that the person whose throat is being penetrated be able to deep throat (at least if you want to be able to do it without gagging or hurling). Basically, your face is fucked like your pussy (or ass) would be – pounded away pretty much unmercifully.

- The Real Princess Diaries

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The Straight Girl

It was only later, as we sat side by side on a couch by the dance floor, that I found out Red was straight. I hadn't known there were any straight girls left. She lived in Brooklyn, not far away from the party. "So, the after-party is at your place then?"

"That's awfully presumptuous of you!" She laughed in a way that told me she was now playing the part of the coy ingenue.

"Is it?" I grabbed a handful of her ample ass. "Because I could have sworn you'd planned this."

- Naked Loft Party

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Psssst, Want to Fuck My Mouth??

We met about ten minutes later on a well lit street, under no trees or any kind of cover except the window tint. He asked why my day was bad but really it didn't matter. It wasn't bad really, just frustrating and what better way to deal with my frustrations than my having my mouth fucked until my lips are sore and swollen. I pulled his shorts down and immediately took him into my mouth. Having a better, well lit, look- his fat cock is really quite lovely and when there is more time I think I will take much delight in having him stuff my pussy with it.

- Bad, Bad Girl

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Free

"Lift your shirt," my owner commanded through the receiver. "Show me your belly." This is his favorite trick for times when we are meeting and he spots me before i spot him. Countless times, I have stood on street corners, exposing the white skin of my stomach, phrenetically looking every which way in search of my teasing owner and trying to ignore the reactions of passers-by.

And that's what I did now. I was the passerby, randomly exposing my tummy as i walked and grinned and talked on the phone. I smiled as if there was nothing odd at all about what I was doing, and i kept my concentration focused on my owner and our conversation. "Higher," he told me, "Higher! Lift that shirt higher, young lady!"

- Persephone's Obedience

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Erotic Poetry Sunday

She lay over him and looked into his eyes, his mouth, at his teeth, his tonge and touched him. Not gently, like you'd touch a small injured animal, but like you'd rip into food if you were starving and stumbled upon it. Her hands moved, her skin was bare and pale in the light of the room.
She straddled him and kissed flesh. Her mouth left trails of redness, marking her way.

- Goose and Gander

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Sex Blog Roundup
by AlwaysArousedGirl

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A Big Move, and a Big Fuck

I told her to sit on the edge of the couch with her cock sticking straight up in the air. Keeping my feet on the floor, I then lowered my asshole around her bright blue dick. Neither of us undersand the physics, but this apparently resulted in unmitigated clitoral pleasure for Estrella. So, I picked up the pace, sliding up and down as far as the length of the cock would let me. I think it pleased Estrella greatly when I bent way over so she could watch her cock disappear in my ass.

- Explicit Details

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Fiction: Taxicab Confessional Continued

I pressed my pussy against his hand as hard as I could for the only care in my mind was the imminent orgasm approaching. As suddenly as he started, he stopped. He pulled his hand away. I begged him - please no, don't stop, I need it. He reached around my back with both hands and quickly flicked my bra open; he yanked it in the middle of the cups up front to pull it off my body. As he took one nipple in his mouth he slowly leaned back, taking me with him. In this position my cunt was wide open and bared for all to see who walked by; and there were certainly people.

- This Could Be Dangerous....

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Intense!!!

His jeans came off before he got half way through the kitchen. Shirt, underwear... he reached the table in just his socks, his cock already at full mast and at a perfect height for me to suck into my mouth. I played with the head, making him suck in his breath a few times, head back, groaning. I kissed his stomach, hips, and back to his cock... ahhhh lovely!!!

I led the way to the living room floor and sank to my knees in front of him, pulling his cock into my mouth for a moment, then tugging him down with me.

- My Husband's Slut

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All In a Day's Work

I raced to the restroom as discretely as possible, closed and locked the door, leaned against the wall, one leg thrown up onto the toilet, my skirt bunched up around my hips, and moaned softly as I slipped a finger inside myself.

My mind returned to my little fantasy...my dark haired stranger had just slipped a finger inside me as his kiss became more needy and urgent. I could feel his bulging cock against my thigh, and couldn't resist the urge to reach down and stroke it through his pants. At the same time, back in the bathroom stall, I whipped a tit out of my bra, watched my nipple grow hard as my tit bounced up and down with the motion of my arm.

- Memoirs of a MILF

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Dirty Pantoum

Distracted by every pale place and curve, flushing pink, swelling against me, becoming the softest sort of hard, breathing red desire into each other. As her hands do their work, each part of me begs for touch. Distracted by every pale place and curve, flushing pink, swelling against me. My hands study her, careful and clumsy and knowing and known. As her hands do their work each part of me begs for touch, touch bringing quick breaths, sweating anticipation.

- We Sleep Together

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On fields and fleeting glimpses

I grabbed her, pulled her towards me then flipped her around, pulling down her jeans as I fucked her from behind, her body leaning up against a tree, pressing her body back against mine to meet my thrusts... I remember cheekily filming the whole thing on my phone, struggling slightly to get my phone out of my pocket while keeping up the rhythm of my thrusts, but then enjoying the view of my cock sliding in and out of her firm grip being replayed and captured on the small screen.

- Facts and Friction

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Birthday Present

Standing up, I walk across the room and pause in front of him, shamelessly letting him admire my voluptuous curves. He reaches out and pulls me towards him. Putting one hand around the back of my neck, he tangles his fingers in my long, red hair and kisses his way down over my throat and towards my breasts. He takes one bullet hard nipple between his lips and sucks at it, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh. Moving back up, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me on the lips. Pulling away, he looks deep into my eyes and says, "Lie on the bed and open your legs."

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Jeans

The wet openness of her pussy was a pleasure to discover when I pushed the material aside and stuck two fingers inside her. No resistance, just the grasping lust, and her mouth pressed on to mine, her tongue hunting, pushing into me while my fingers were buried in her.

"Someone could see you like this . . . " I whispered when we came up for air. "Someone heading your way on the same train."

She ground down, fucking my fingers, her eyes shut. "Yes . . . "

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Want

I put my fingers on my clit, slow circular motions that made me begin to get moist. I just wanted you to fuck me, to pretend, if only for this moment, that nothing was changing.

Tell me how you want me.

I could hear the change in your voice, hear the change course through you, as if a switch had been flipped and you had once again become lover rather than interceder. I heard your voice thicken and your tone change. I don't know why I need to hear these things in you; some part of me that desires to have power over you. That part of me that is weakest that must dominate you.

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Fucking the Co-Worker

"I can't stop thinking about you. I-I . . . need you."

His grin faded abruptly. "Jesus." He ran a hand over his hair, tousling it sexily. "What did I tell you, Chris? I told you I would let you know, and I meant it. This is exactly why I never have a trick more than once."

"It doesn't have to be like last time," I explained patiently. "In fact . . . " My finger traced its way over the bulge in his pants. "I was thinking about inviting a friend."

He moaned as my hand quickly unbuttoned his jeans. I gripped his penis firmly, feeling its familiar weight once more. It rose in response to my touches. "Oh really," he struggled for control of his voice. "A threesome . . . I underestimated you, Chris."

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Subway Ride

Relaxed, I stand comfortably and close my eyes. Taking a deep breath I can still smell your cum on my face. I open my eyes and smile as I see my refection in the inside window of the subway car as we leave your station.

Your accent is enticing and rich. You whisper into my ear in your elegant accent "Your ass is so soft."

"So you like that?" I reply in my soft American English.

"Yes, very much. I'd like to fuck you in the ass," you whisper as you continue to push your stiff cock deeper inside of me.

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To All The Men I Wouldn't Fuck

Had I wanted sex bad, I probably would've had it, but I was still completely wary of anything with a dick. So I did what seemed reasonable at the time: I put dicks in my mouth. This was the summer of the grand blowjob. I have never before, nor have I since, given so much head and been so good at it. Seriously, I wish I had transcribed some of the post-orgasm reviews. But despite the fact that I blew so many people that I would need to refer to my Word document of hookups to tell you how many penises I sucked, this slut drew the line at third base. Why? Spite.

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See also: Sugasm #132: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Spend your refractory period with AlwaysArousedGirl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by AlwaysArousedGirl

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Deep

And then there is the moment I am so high, just sex-stoned like you wouldn't believe, a well-used up fuck toy and little rag doll, bent over in the same position as the last earth-shattering come, but ready to do whatever he wants, to make the pleasure lasting and shared.

So when he rolls me over, takes my ass, positions it high in the air, and works his big, hard cock right up inside me, I am right there. As he holds my hips back so he can slam it into me, over and over, deep and hard, I' m right there. I'm so nuts for this man, so high on sex, I just arch my back and meet him every time, so steady he thrums like a bass chord deep inside me.

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Slightly Unhinged

On my endorphined, dopamined high, I believe not that I can fly, but that my body is invincible, and that it will endlessly stretch and bend and flex and be twisted into places it is probably not meant to go; as though my sentient mechanical puppet body can be unscrewed at the joints so I can keep on reaching for the next high, double-jointed. And then afterwards, it feels as though it's all come adrift, and I don't know if I can find the pieces to put me back together again.

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Bliss-wiped -

Maybe that's why, as I sat - lay back, even - on the chair (the room specifically asked for because I knew about the chair), she just gorged herself, impaling herself and taking what she wanted.

Maybe that's why, with her on all fours, she pushed back and forth, pressing her clit against the small vibrating button wrapped around the base of my cock, until I felt her ripple and gush.

Maybe that's why, as we walked back to the terminal a mere fifteen hours after meeting, she just said, "I think you've broken me".

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D.I.Y.= Dom It Yourself

With her still bent over the bed, but now soaking wet, I rammed into her and fucked her hard and fast. Relenting only to jam a hand into her and finger her to her orgasm I put one foot up on the bed, grasped her hips and pulled her back onto me as I slammed into her again and came with a loud yell.

We slept wonderfully well that night and woke refreshed to another glorious sunny day.

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I'm a Rocky Mountain Prostitute

I was breathing hard and raining sweat. He leaned over so that my back and his stomach were in contact. He massaged the top of my thighs as he fucked me - harder and harder - until I could hear an approaching orgasm in his moans. I grabbed onto my dick and jacked myself off for only a few seconds before I was cumming too. We both came at the same time. My body felt like jelly. I might have melted and seeped through the cracks in the floor if he hadn't been holding onto me - one arm up against the wall and one arm wrapped around my dripping stomach.

It was right then that I thought "I wonder why croc sandals are so comfortable?"

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Breaking a minor dry spell

I still twitched and spasmed after he pulled out and collapsed next to me, breathing heavily. "That was insane," he murmured as I still twitched and arched, before winding down myself. Once I had done so, we lay next to each other with one arm lazily draped over each other.

"Well, another dud root," he observed, tongue firmly in cheek. I chuckled at that. "Oh, well I'm sorry." He paused. "That was deepest sarcasm, you know." I grinned and snuggled into my pillow. "Yeah, I know."

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See also: Sugasm #132: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Go with the flow with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Day Two: Little Postcards

He's fucking me from behind, first standing while I'm on the bed, then kneeling between my calves. I hear a noise, I feel a sensation and realize he just spit on me. Spit. On my ass. Holy shit, this man watches too much porn . . . no, wait, it was actually . . . kind of nice. Close. Like the time I took Lover into the bathroom, took his hand and held it against my pussy while I peed, so very intimate . . .

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Where's The Pole?

My idea of teasing him and driving him crazy was backfiring. It was backfiring because he was driving me crazy. The crotch of my panties were soaked. I moved away from him for a moment. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but it came to me in only a couple seconds. I was standing there naked and he was in his clothes, the situation wasn't exactly fair. I got on my knees between his legs. He wasn't quite sure what was going to happen but from the look in his eyes he knew he would enjoy it.

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Hike Up Your Skirt A Little More

Around midnight—how it got to be midnight so fast i certainly don't know—we decided we probably ought to let the dogs out, so we pulled our clothes back on and went out to the back yard with them. Of course, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Me, leaning against the patio railings, right in the corner. Her, pressing me in, pushing me back a little too far, making me gasp and grab onto her.

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Get Right Back On The Horse

I stood behind her, and gazed at a sight I'd seen many times before. This gorgeous, quivering ass, which was eloquently framed by the long, outstretched arms of her garters as they anchored to her thigh-high stockings, greeted me with a familiar rush of blood to my extremities. I took my hand and slapped it, like a match head, across the flint of her velvety peach flesh. A spark ignited, lighting a flame inside of me.

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Summer In The City

We're in clear view of the park, privacy only provided by some unmown grass that isn't particularly dense above knee-height. Oblivious to any onlookers, you sit up and flick your head back and let your hair fall over your shoulders, as you grasp the belt-hoops of my trousers and pull them down over my hips. My boxers are dragged with them, and as my rigid cock springs free I can feel the cool air drift over it and the warmth of the sun on the underside of my shaft. You sit for a second, looking down at my manhood, smiling and pleased with your work, before playfully running a finger up my thigh and then taking me in your hand. Pulling my foreskin back again, you smear the bead of creamy cum onto my shining head, and then dip down, taking me in your mouth.

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My Wife's First Black Cock

I broke my foot a few weeks ago and have been kind of laid up. One of our neighbors has been helping my wife do a few things around the house. We have known him for about three years since he moved in across the street. He is a black man that is built like a linebacker. He stops over to our house about once a week usually when my wife is out by the pool. Ever since we've shared fantasies involving cuckolding I've never felt her so wet in bed and knew she was ready if the opportunity ever presented itself. Tony, it seemed, was our bull.

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See also: Sugasm #129: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Then One Day, I Gagged On His Cock

I tried to have hope. It seemed to me that if G were to enter into my fantasies, maybe he could earn my sexual allegiance despite our physical incompatibility. So I told him stories. I asked him to act out roles. I invited him to spank me. My efforts fell flat: everything but vanilla sex seemed to make him ill-at-ease.

Then one day, I gagged on his cock.

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"6": Of Love And Human Bondage

Andre was the first person to truly tie me up. It's one thing to be bound with fishnet stockings and pretend to go along for the ride. It's another to feel solid leather handcuffs around the wrists and hear the clasp of a metal carabineer fasten shut. There is no turning back.

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Dress

Chris was instantly suspicious when I showed up at his office.

"Where are you going all dressed up?" he asked.

"No where. I just felt like wearing a dress," I replied.

"You look fantastic," Rachel gushed (she was there doing some tax-related stuff for Chris, a welcome surprise for me). "I love the whole look. Very Emma Peel."

"Thanks. Who?" I asked.

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Following Instructions

I left home in jeans and heels, but stopped to change about thirty miles from meeting him. Was I blushing as went into the small town ladies room? I felt so very naughty as I slipped the black, lace-topped stockings up my legs.

My panties were tossed into the bag with my jeans as I slid into the skirt. I've gone without them before but this time felt so much more dirty. The cashier at the counter made eye-contact as I left. He looked me up and down and smiled. I swear he knew!

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My First Blowjob

One night I joined Matthew and Carrie at a party. Matthew told me he was going to get me high so we went back to Carrie's house. We smoked in the car and when we got to the house Matthew brought in 4 huge bottles of some cheap strawberry or peach wine. We sat on Carrie's bedroom floor in a circle and drank it all. Tipsy, we climbed up onto the bed and soon I was kissing Carrie's stomach. She was moaning and Matthew had his hand on the back of my head pulling my hair slightly. I love having my hair pulled. I slid Carrie's pajama pants down past her ass and buried my face into her furry cunt. I had never done this. I was panicking on the inside but outwardly I lapped at her pussy like I'd done it a million times before.

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Porn Shoes

I remember the first time I laid eyes on porn shoes. Stripper heels, platforms, spike heels, glass heels . . . call 'em what you like. I called them tranny shoes. The only person id ever seen wear them was Ru Paul so I thought they were some part of a tranny's wardrobe get up. I'd never seen them in porn flicks before. Probably due to the fact I had only watched dated porn. Porn shoes were yet to be invented.

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See also: Sugasm #128: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Grab your hat, we're leaving with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Sweden In the East Village

Patrick wanted me to come over, take my top off, oil up my tits, and jerk him off with them. Twice. Easy enough, right? Yet when I arrived I found that sort of thing is harder to segue into than it seems. Do I just come in and pop 'em out? Do I chit-chat first, or go in for a kiss? Did he want me to touch him with my hand or just my tits? Did he expect a blowjob?

We sat at opposite ends of the couch awkwardly.

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In Plain Sight

I watched them in the car park, embracing on the tailgate of her car. At least I believe it was her car, because she had the keys and seemed to be organizing the loading of the bags.

He was standing close behind her, admiring the curve of her bottom through their thin cotton combat covering.

When she turned around, he lifted her onto the tailgate and insinuated himself between her legs.

I could see the muscles in his buttocks clenching as he pushed himself closer and closer.

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Black Party, Black Room

Half an hour later I'm back inside again, obeying a hunger I never knew I had. In all that heat and closeness my individuality slips away and I become one more set of organs attached to the sweating beast that is fucking itself in those rooms. Ten feet from me I glimpse a man in his sixties with another on his knees in front of him. It takes me ten minutes to fight my way to him but when I do my mouth consumes his and my hand reaches down to force his kneeling partner's mouth further down on his dick.

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BJs, Fingering and a Facial

She met me again, on one hot sunny afternoon for lunch. We both were hot and horny, but had no real place to go. I worked out near the edge of the metro area, and after a quick lunch, we went for a drive in the country. We quickly got off the main road, onto some gravel roads. We found a spot that we could get off the road, park, and see a ways up and down the road. We attacked each other, and my hand went under her t-shirt right away, to caress those big 'C's. She really liked getting warmed up by me caressing and pinching those boobs and nipples.

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Taking It to the Closet (And the Port-a-John)

Maybe, we could have a "date". We could plan a mutual masturbation session, even if he was at work. We could set up a time for phone sex. All he had to do was, take it to the Port-a-John. Hubby has mentioned in previous posts using the facilities for a little self-love. Why not plan to join him? If couples who are physically together have to schedule time for sex, why not scheduling phone sex? OK. I decided to do it. I arranged with Hubby to call me at a specific time last night, and be ready to take it to the bathroom.

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Snippet

He's not gentle. I told him a long time ago that he doesn't have to be. I love the long, hard swipes of his tongue along the length of my slit. I love when he wraps his lips around my swollen clit and sucks hard, hard, hard. Soon, I'm pulling his head deeper into my cunt and begging for fingers inside me.

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· "Redheaded exhibitionist" (RedTube)

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· "banging by the side of the road" (Megarotic)

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Pass the cologne with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Mingzhu, Part Two, My Shining Pearl

With nobody on the elevator, I took Mingzhu in my arms, held her closely around the waist, and kissed her passionately while caressing her ass with my free hand. As my hand was gliding up her thigh and under her skirt, her delicate and sensitive fingers darted down the front of my pants, slipped under my shorts, and wrapped themselves around my cock.

"Your hands and fingers were wonderful last night," she said. "I have a good feeling that your cock will be even better tonight."

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Fly on the Wall, Part Two

"Did she spank you hard?" Kyle asked, knowing all to well she did.

"I'll say, that brush sting like the dickens."

"Well you shouldn't be so naughty then, should you?" Kyle laughed, mocking her discomfort.

Tara sneered at him playfully "You won't laugh so much if I spank you" she stated.

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Seen

The elevator doors slid closed behind us. She pressed the button for a floor high up. Immediately, I pushed her up against the mirrored wall, her buttocks nestling against the hard bulge at the front of my trousers, her breath fogging the cool surface in front of her. She closed her eyes and rubbed herself against me with a soft urgency.

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Sex Report: Blame the Victim

"Come for me, baby," I was urging her. "I love you so much, come all over me. Do it, baby." Yeah, I was sweet talking her. She probably doesn't care, I don't think she notices whether I call her baby, lover, or whore at that moment. I was feeling pretty loving towards her, though, so I thought I'd play nice.

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Dixie Bubbles, Act Two

In time the Docs come off. I'm a magician being able to negotiate her laces while not interrupting our activity. The skirt is less a challenge, and her denim jacket less so. The turtleneck becomes the focal point of a prone striptease, not lasting nearly long enough.

All that leaves is the garters and hose. Ditto her bra.

Her massive white bra.

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Fucking Girlfriend's Brother, Part Two

He grabbed his cock and pulled back his foreskin to expose its round pink head. It looked wet. "Come on, Seb. Suck it . . . I really want you to . . . "

"Come on, Michael. You're Kaz's brother . . . "

"What difference does it make?"

I chuckled humorlessly. "Well, you're a guy for a start . . . "

He nodded. "Yeah . . . and that makes it more interesting . . . I mean, d'you think I taste the same as she does . . . ?"

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· Los riesgos de practicar sexo en la vía pública (orgasmatrix.com)
· See also: Felación y meada en público (orgasmatrix.com)

· public masturbation (Megarotic)

· "Teen In Bathroom" (Megarotic)

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· "German Police officers fucking in van" (RedTube)

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Previously: Flesh Flicks Archives

Gather up your receipts and wrap it up with Jefferson after the jump.

Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Presents and a Blowjob

We kissed a little, and he hinted that he'd like to go someplace more private. I made excuses about not feeling good. Then kind of a lot more forward, he asked for a blowjob. I was definitely being guilt tripped into it. He said his girlfriend hadn't done anything for him since he had gotten home. And I really didn't see Brett minding. In fact, I could see him telling me to go for it.

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The Angel of Times Square

This is the true story—a heartwarming Christmas tale—told to me by Annie, of the angel haunting Times Square: a bum who won the lottery (or something!), who has been going to all the peepshows, bestowing thousands of dollars on the live girls in recent weeks. Allegedly, he gave Joyce around two thousand dollars one night. And one slow December Sunday's eve, Annie recounted the night he gave her $1200.

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Lessons in Submission

He said no . . . he wasn't going to fuck me. He said he didn't need that from me today, that it wasn't my role to worry what he needed. That I just needed to know he would take from me what he needed. That was the joy in being submissive . . . that I didn't need to worry about what he needed or that I would somehow leave him unsatisfied...that he would take what he needed.

As if I hadn't just learned that lesson.

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A Present

The white cotton underwear I've got on under my jeans is what I'm giving Ben for Christmas. When I called him today to confirm our appointment for tomorrow, he told me a long story about his dentist and the size of his gums and an expensive surgery to clean them that he apparently doesn't need.

He beams at me over the phone. "Your Christmas present is going to be even better that you thought!"

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Peppermint Kisses
Slick thighs meeting slick thighs. and hips and hands entangling in curly hair.

She smelled of peppermint. I told her so in whispers against her ear. Breasts nudging each other as we felt the music and each other, perhaps we felt the music in each other. It felt right it felt meant to be I forced my eyes to focus on her and remember, I found her eyes watching mine, tentatively I moved in letting my glossy lips brush against hers, her hands pulled me back to her when I started to move away and I tasted peppermint. And sweetness and her.

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Quickie

First came the phone call, as she sat innocently hiding behind her computer screen, wishing to god that work could somehow dissipate into thin air, and she could be left alone to her fantasies.

"Hi stranger."

"Jesus-fuck-me-slowly, it's been a long time! You disappeared off the face of the earth."

They'd met, and met again. Months ago. Then . . . nothing. He'd left her with a battery-operated butterfly and a promise of a phone call upon his return . . . which had never materialized. But she never bore unnecessary grudges; life was too short. And she was genuinely happy to hear from him again.

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See also: Sugasm #111: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Pack your bags and hop on board with Always Aroused Girl after the jump.

Sex Blog Roundup
by Always Aroused Girl

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it's

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

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Thinking of You

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

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In-Car Entertainment—EastEnders vs. Cake

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

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The Lily Pin and the Train to Denver

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

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Feedback

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

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Sloppy Pussy

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

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

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Consider the possibilities with Jefferson after the jump.

Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Vanilla Turns Chocolate

Giggling, we headed back inside and beelined for the video booths, avoiding eye contact with the clerk. On the way I made a brief, flickering eye contact with an orthodox Jewish guy looking at DVDs. We settled back into the booth and I had commenced sucking him off when we heard the door of the booth next to us open. We exchanged looks, his cock still in my mouth.

I kept going. There was a smallish rectangular opening along the bottom of the metal divider between the two booths. The guy had his head down near the opening, watching us. My gentleman friend seemed to be okay with this turn of events, so I increased the speed of my cocksucking, eliciting moans from both guys. A few minutes later our neighbor's eyes disappeared from the opening, only to be replaced by his dick shortly afterward. I looked at my partner, a little alarmed.

"Touch it," he said.

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Congratulations! You're a Winner!

One month ago we emailed Mike the great news. So what did he choose?

"I want to watch the two of you together . . . you know, intimately."

Since then, Sylvanus has been busy making that happen. Mike is many many miles away, so meeting each other was not in the plans. Instead, since Sylvanus is a pro with technology, he set out to make our bedroom into a web cammers dream come true.

Microphones are strategically placed. Cameras found home in all angles of the bedroom. We were set.

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sleepsex (iii)

When my boyfriend—I'll call him Jack—rapefucked me in my sleep, it prolonged our relationship past its prime. Even when I realized that we weren't a good couple, I stayed with him because I was attracted to his alter ego, his subconscious sleep personality. After that first night, it happened again and again, almost nightly. We'd both go to sleep and then I'd wake in the middle of the night to his hands prying my thighs apart, his breath at my neck, and sometimes surprisingly coherent dirty language. He got so much harder asleep than awake, and while most nights he would wake up mid-fuck and roll off, leaving me in a state of agony, other nights he'd come and come loudly. It was more satisfying and more exciting than our mutually conscious sex had ever been, and I felt more attracted to him at night, like this, than when we were both awake. In other words, I was most attracted to him when he was asleep.

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In The Public Bathroom

He suggested we should go back to my place, since his roommate was having friends over. I suggested we go to an empty classroom, or even the bathroom. Both had been a fantasy of mine since I discovered we had classes in the same building every other evening. Plus, since we were one of the last people in the building, this might be our last chance to fuck here. The classrooms seem to be locked so we sneaked into a girls' room, doing a silly look-both-ways before sneaking in.

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