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by Madeline Glass

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Adieu

“You heard me. Take off your dress.”
She turns towards him, swallowing hard as she reaches behind herself. There’s a crackle as she draws the zip down the back of her tight, black dress. He recalls the conversations in which she confessed that she sometimes likes to dress provocatively for the office, how she takes pleasure in the effect she has upon her male clients. The tight cotton adheres to her curves, displays a wanton amount of taut thigh and delectable cleavage. His cock stirs, thickens, lengthens.

Easily Aroused

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Deeper

A warmth started to build and then exploded inside me, washing over me. My hips responding, bucking widely. My body involuntarily responding to the incredible sensations the thickness was giving to me. A warmth exploding out across my body. A steady and regular pulse center from that spot the thickness was hitting.
My cock was screaming. It needed release, but I could barely keep myself up. My cock begging to release the flow of energy rushing throughout my body. The waves building and now refocusing towards my cock.

- Defending the Raven

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The Threesome – Part III

You gasp as you feel my cock skidding teasingly against your wet cunt, rubbing myself against you, and you slide your fingers through her hair, kissing her a little more greedily, your tongue slipping into her mouth as her fingers continue to caress your clit, stroking, circling, rubbing. It's all getting too much - you need to be fucked.

- Dirtyboy’s Dirty Thoughts

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Welcome to Fantasy World

I can't help it, though. I've kissed her on the cheek, and I want more. Before I know it, I'm kissing her fully on the mouth, and my hands are winding their way behind her back. She stands up from her chair, and we're in a clinch, bodies pressed together as our hearts speed up, and I feel my pulse quicken...

- Innocent Loverboy

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A Mess in My Kitchen

I withdrew from her mouth and started tapping it on her cheeks. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and snaked the tip of her tongue across them to taste me when I grazed her there.
"You like the scent of my wet cock all over your face, don't you?" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

- Urban Roguery

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Bruise

…this morning, stepping into the shower, I ran my fingers across the purplish patch, and could suddenly taste sweat and the salty musk of Abigail's pussy.

- MonMouth

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by AlwaysArousedGirl

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I do. As often as I possibly can.

He closed the door behind us, but I don't think he bothered to lock it. He pushed me over and I gripped the sink as he ran his hands up my thighs, lifting my dress, rubbing my ass framed by the garters. He gave my butt a few little slaps and reached in front to rub my pussy through my damp underwear, making them wetter than they already were, until he finally just pulled them down and off over my heels.

- Fuck: A Love Story

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Fantasies and Firsts (Part Two)

She's ridden me before, but this is a completely new experience. The desire is raw and needy, and she stares down at me from her perch, enjoying the blatant play of emotions dancing across my face. Below the harness, my clit is hard and it takes all my self-control not to thrust upward into her in response to her movement. She grabs my hand and places my thumb over her clit, and as I describe circles on it, the muscles in her thighs tense and I know she's close. The movement is hard and fast now, and the moans from her throat are deep and guttural. When she climaxes it's harder than I've ever seen her come. Her whole body, glistening with sweat, shakes and contracts and bucks against me. I could swear I can actually feel the contractions through the shaft of my cock.

- Natt Nightly

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Generous Endowment

He kisses me hello, his hand going down my back and grabbing my ass cheeks.

As he pulls me toward him, right there on the front porch, I feel his hard cock pushing against my hip.

I murmur a comment about his obvious excitement and he blushes and won't meet my eyes.

I say his name.

His head remains down as he kisses the swell of my breasts, grabbing my wrist and putting my hand on his crotch.

- Ambient Storm's Provocative Persiflage

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A Quick Worship of Cock

My nipples are my cock-sucker knobs. You lean forward to tweak and pull of my nipples. With that I move closer to your hardening shaft...your hands move my head to it's resting place...the top of your cock and my lips split to take you into my mouth. My lips and tongue begin to love your cock in their own special way immediately.

- The Fellatrices

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Diversion

He was already hard by my enthusiasm and dove in with two fingers, making me cum immediately. My body shakes when I cum, quivers from the toes up. I squirted in the palm of his hand with the force of my orgasm. He laughed out loud, "Damn, baby, you are horny!"

In response, I pulled out my right breast and grabbed his head, bringing him close. I whispered in his ear, "When I cum next time, bite down on my nipple." He didn't respond, his mouth full with my soft round flesh. I came again and again, two fingers grew to three.

Forever Mistress

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Be ready

This weekend you're mine. I am in control. Be willing.

I will kiss you. I will touch you. I will tie you up and blindfold you. I will spank you. I will taste you and tease you and lick you. I will play with your breasts and squeeze your nipples and stroke your clit and slip my fingers inside you.

- PACKING VOCALS

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by Jefferson

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What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Jenny was a Southern girl. She was a petite little blonde whose soft hair came just above her shoulders, and it was only the experience in her eyes that gave away her age as just shy of thirty. She had a small tattoo on her ankle. She was truly pretty, and a shamelessly perverse man who might dress her in a schoolgirl uniform could well find the results more frighteningly disturbing than just merely erotic. Jenny was cute.

- Urban Rogue

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Business In The Front, Party In The Back

I was about fifteen minutes into cleaning when the football player walks in the store. His face wore a big smile which made me smile in return. I knew why he was smiling, because when he was walking in the store I was bending over with my ass to the door picking up items I knocked over. He was very talkative and complimentary to me. He remarked a couple times on the dress I wore to work. I took the opportunities presented to rub against him. My plan was to get him back to my place and have some fun. This plan ended up changing because the more I "accidentally" rubbed up against him or flirted with him while I cleaned, the hornier I became.

- The Neighborhood Slut

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Him

He cants his hips slightly, stirring inside me, searching my sensitive spot with the ridge around the head of his cock. Our eyes lock.

"Did you . . . fuck him?"

I couldn't lie even if I wanted to. And I don't want to.

"Of course I did," I reply. Smiling. A flicker across his face, almost of pain, and he closes his eyes. He wants to appear wounded, but I can feel the twitching inside me, giving him away.

- Aiming to Arouse

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Cock For Lunch

When we got to his place, I reminisced for a moment about how I remembered that house (it really is a small town) and then headed upstairs to his bedroom. We kissed, and decided that clothes were unnecessary. He sat on the couch, and I assumed my position on the floor. He smiled as I took his cock into my mouth. It was so fabulously dirty, taking a break from contracts and spreadsheets to enjoy some delicious cock.

- A Sexual Adventure

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Real Sexy Sex Fleshbot Me Fuck Post

Words were unnecessary. Just a look was all it took to have my thighs opening and my gusset moistening. He was a veritable love god, stood before me, hands on his solid hips, groin jutting forward, proudly displaying his gaudily stained, yet impressively full, Y-fronts.

"Is that a salami in your underpants or are you just pleased to see me?" I bantered, lustily.

"It's a salami."

- Barbed Wire Boudoir

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Speedo Sex

He sounded nice—thirty five years old (a bit older than me but his profile pic looked hot) and he said that he had a pair of speedos that he would wear.
Eleven this morning, we decided to hook up at his hotel room. I know the hotel and he said he'd be waiting.

I knocked on the door and I heard "Door is unlocked, Dave," and there he was: on the couch is his speedo clad glory.

- Bisexual Dave

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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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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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by Jefferson

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Like

"I like sex with you," he whispered as my screams faded from his bedroom.

I repeated it back to him as I leaned panting on the crumpled comforters. His fingertips dug into my hips as he started pulling me back into him again. I threw my hair back and turned to catch him out of the corner of my eye. His body moved in rhythmic thrusts, pumping into me.

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I Have Fallen In Love With A Bisexual Boy

We had the guesthouse to ourselves. I made us both a drink and we sat together on a big ugly couch to watch "Gone in 60 Seconds." At first we sat on separate sides. Then I pulled my Cyrus (trademarked) move and lay across the couch so my head was in his lap.

Then I pulled another Cyrus move (patent pending) and told him to face away from me so I could massage him. I rubbed the bisexual knots out of his back and swirled my hands over his sexually confused shoulder blades. He turned me around and massaged me after I was done.

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Molly's Diary: Unyielding

The feeling of a hand, reaching into my throat, and tugging at my guts with the undeniability of a runaway tractor-trailer barreling down a long, straight grade or a jackhammer cutting through steaming pavement right outside my window

Is it possible to want so deeply, to need so much? Is it survivable, this degree of longing?

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Random Encounters and Meaningless Adventures

About a week back Jonna made it fairly clear that she wants me to fuck her. I've been sort of avoiding her since I have such mixed feelings. I have no passion for her. If she wasn't such an obedient slut, I would just ignore her. On Sunday I was really horny, so I invited her over.

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Three Days, Three Guys, Part Two

I brought a bottle of champagne and some killer bud as a present, but I had another present in mind.

After much TV watching and catching up on the latest drunken stories, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat closer to him, and started touching his knee. After many conversational hints and no response, I finally said, "You know, you're the hardest person to flirt with because I never know how you're going to react to things."

He immediately went into apology mode, and was like, "Dude, when I'm stoned I don't pick up on anything."

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by AlwaysArousedGirl

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...and then I found $20!

So, when I wrap my hand around his shaft, mimicking those silicone sweeties on my computer, I can't for the life of me picture what he's feeling.

Why is he wincing? Did that hurt him? Did it feel good? Really good? Should I do it again? Should I do it a bit harder? Was that too hard? What did it feel like? Fuck!

And the second my mouth goes there, I'm even more panicked.

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Luka's Raunchy Review

I find what works best for me is to simply relax and start my Brain on a slow speed. You really don't need to crank it up to full power to achieve amazing results. Even on the lowest setting you will find sensory input flooding your body and an array of arousing images playing across the inside of your eyelids. Whatever your kink or preference the Brain can provide a tailor made masturbatory fantasy to enhance your solo pleasure. And this is one sex aid that you truly can use anywhere.

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I Just Can't Do Without

I'd been heavily asleep. G woke me and guided my head down to his cock. He was gentle, which sometimes upsets me when I've been asleep, but it didn't bother me this time. I enjoyed putting my mouth around him, being sweet to him in response to his sweetness. He stroked my hair. As I woke up a little more, I gave him better work, drooling and taking him into my throat. He moaned and thrust up against me. He started asking, "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock inside your pussy?" I was surprised and really turned on. Usually these late-night interludes don't go beyond a quick blow job. I moaned my agreement. G's fingers found one of my nipples and twisted. I gagged, jamming him into my throat. "That's good, isn't it baby," G groaned out, "You like my cock, don't you." He seemed very enthusiastic. I started to think I might not get to have him inside me after all.

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My dream bathroom

First of all, someone could bend me over, make me grab onto a bar, and fuck me that way. Or I could rest my head on the bar as I got fucked. We could do some sort of interesting sitting thing on the bench part, or I could suck some cock. One shower head can be taken off and turned onto high pressure...anyone been to WaterBondage.com?? Yeah, the shower head in my bathroom growing up was my best friend. Talk about forcing some orgasms.

And then there is the granite material. It feels lovely on my nipples in general, but when I pushed my body up against its cold surface in the midst of all these steam? I think I almost came right there. I can just imagine my body pressed against it, someone's body up behind me, having their way with me.

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Her Hump Was Actually Rather Hot

The media guy muttered a heartfelt thanks to Jesus, removed his glasses and leapt into the mix, licking and suckling for all he was worth. We all participated with gusto and we rolled out of there not too long before the West Texas sun started up out of the plains. I never saw my little Richard III/Igor lady again but I've always reconsidered what makes for beauty ever since and have a much broader canvas to work with in my libido.

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Poppy Loves Cock

She could feel the heat of the blood in his cock pressed against her back. As his teeth left her shoulder it became the focus of her attention, so much so that she hardly noticed when he unfastened the clasp between the cups of her bra. Only when Kevin pinched her nipples to the point of biting pain did she stop the instinctive, gyration of her pelvis against him.

Her hands joined forces between her legs, one pulling the satin to one side, the other invading her swollen wetness. She tingled as the fabric curtain was drawn back and the air cooled her pouting lips. She groaned as her fingers traversed the sensuous ravine.

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The Luckiest Girl in the World

The Lawyer's queen-size bed is just big enough for a classic spread-eagle. He uses ties, men's ties, with the tie knots and all. Windsors, I think. One time he had an aluminum rod to my thighs, and I broke the one on my right ankle. I wasn't crying then, but I remember being mighty upset — enough to break a tie.

This time I was on my back. No chance of breaking out in this position. He lifted his hand and cracked me across the face. It didn't sting my cheek as much as it felt like a concussion waiting to happen.

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by AlwaysArousedGirl

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Switchy McSwitchster

I know he likes the feel of my lips around the base of his cock, the warmth and wetness of my mouth around him, the slight danger of my teeth.

I'm careful of him with my teeth and he's careful of me with the gagging, so that when he fucks my mouth and I let him, get excited when he's fucking my mouth, such a dirty thing, such a thing I'm not supposed to like but I do, partly out of a sort of sacrificial, suffer-for-him impulse, partly because it does feel good to fill my mouth with his cock, satisfies my hunger for him, when he's fucking my mouth with that intense fast rhythm and I start to gag, he pulls back just a bit.

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Class Assignment: Best Sex Experience

Somewhere between the entrance way and the bed, I had lost my clothes. I was naked in a king sized bed with a handsome, kinky, sex-positive stone Butch; how the hell did I get this lucky? She pinned my hands above my head with one of hers, and we continued to kiss as her free hand explored the rest of my naked body, feeling my curves, grasping my breasts, and eventually, working between my thighs. My cunt was simultaneously dripping and on fire, and when her mouth moved down to my nipples, and her fingers brushed my clit, I almost jumped off the bed.

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fire on my back and staples in my arm

At a recent event, I volunteered to be both lit on fire and stapled in the arm with an electric staple gun (not at the same time). I saw a demo on fire play, which was totally fascinating. The presenter asked if anyone had questions, or wanted to do it (and by "do it," he meant, be the person wielding the fire), and one of the people watching asked, "Can I do it...but as the person on the bottom?" The presenter said sure, and demonstrated on the volunteer, who kept up a running commentary telling us how it felt.

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Wanting

We walked back to the hotel in the rain, stopping to kiss in doorways of shops, I could feel his cock hard against my thigh, and the temptation to stop and just get it on there and then was almost irresistible, but finally we were back, alone, naked, horny as hell for each other.

He fucked me hard, relentlessly, with the pent up lust of having not seen each other for far too long.

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Aftercare

I picture my Jenny, in her red lacy underwear, the ones she is wearing this morning, and must have been wearing last night, the ones that hug her ass, toned from biking, the fabric cutting across half of each cheek. Oh, how those ass cheeks must look to these boys, connoisseurs of asses in a way I probably never will be. They must look to them like a blank page in a new journal can look to me. They are perfect, but incomplete. They beg to receive.

I can imagine the noises she was making last night, trying not to betray how impressed she was at the whip. Fighting for dominance in a position of submission, but never fighting enough to win. I Imagine her ass, perfect and round, as each of these marks I can see in the morning are given, are received.

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Judy's Story Pt. 5

I badly wanted to taste her slick wetness but I wanted to prolong her anticipatory torture more. I gently blew my hot breath onto her now-open pussy lips and she squirmed her hips around, pressing them upwards to my face, seeking contact. I continued to alternate between gently pulling on her pussy hair with my lips and brushing my nose through her soft hair until she began moaning.

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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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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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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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by Jefferson

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My New York Indiscretion: Conclusion

I've found forbidden passion and though a million consequences lie ahead of me, I'm resolved to sin.

Aaden's fingertips are rough on my thighs as he rubs them up and down my legs, his mouth working on that secret explosion of ecstasy. I give in completely when his wet, warm tongue snakes in between the valley between my thigh and my kitten. I slip my hands around me on the silky counterpane like I'm making snow angels, my mind gently falling in rhythm to the physical pleasure overwhelming me.

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Quickie In The Weightroom

When he came out of the locker room, we kissed then I told him to follow me. I looked up and down the hallway and he he asked what I was doing. I just told him to be quiet. When I didn't hear or see anyone, I opened up the door to the weight room. It took him a couple seconds to figure out why we were going into the weight room and why I locked the door behind us. Then he smiled.

Looking back now, I don't know why I wanted to have sex so much in the weight room, it really smelled like sweaty men, but the risk of fucking there really turned me on.

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Putting Out A Fire

He shows up at my door right on time with I am Legend. I pop the movie in the DVD player and turn off the lights. He is sitting on the couch so I join him there. I like to cuddle up to the guy when I watch a movie so I got close to him. my head was on his shoulder and my hand on both of our legs. The combination of his smell (not a bad one) and warmth was really turning me on as I watched the movie. My hand gradually went over to his leg and up to his crotch as the movie continued. There was a point where I lost complete recognition of the movie and was so sexually charged. All I could think was fucking him.

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"How Do You Live With Yourself?"

"How do you live with yourself?" my lover asks me . . . his hazel eyes narrowing, and the overly-concerned note returning to his voice. I hate that tone. It doesn't truly feel caring, for some reason—it feels like a lecture, and we've gone from being two friends and two lovers to being lecturer and lecturee. Subject and object.

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Brief Encounter

Married guys come in two varieties . . . my experience anyway . . . the ones who are uncomfortable with their desires . . . maybe even agonizing, but they are reluctantly acting on them. The second variety are the ones who seem to have no problem playing with other guys and go about it nonchalantly. This guy was in the second category. I'm always interested in asking about the long-term plan . . . bail from the marriage at some point? Continue the double life forever? Or what?

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Going Against My Nature

Also, in addition to his fingers and pussy-eating skills, I forgot to mention how awesome his cock is. And about the time that I sat him on a towel on the couch and I sat on top of him facing away from him, leaning my hands on his thighs, working up and down. And then how I stretched forward to lean first my hands and then my forearms on the coffee table and he took my thighs, my hips, my ass in his soft strong hands and pivoted my hips back as I slid down him, forward as I moved up, and how all I could do was deeply whisper-moan "sooooo goooood."

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by Jefferson

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Sex With My Father

Father was staying at a charming hotel in the neighborhood. The lobby had a cedar smell like a Gentlemen's Club but without the cigars and martinis.

As I walked the hall to Father's room I noticed a number of "Privacy Please" signs casually hanging from hotel room doors. I wondered what was going on in those rooms. Were there more seventy-two-year olds hiring out that day?

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Big Barda

So I told my boss I needed to leave early, and then I drove to the massage parlor. I'd never been to this particular one before. I had a ten-dollar off coupon, but the door fee was still ten dollars more than I expected. I went to the room, and then she came in. She was taller than I expected, a little taller than me, with long brown hair, beautiful eyes, gorgeous dimples. She was dressed in a red silky top and a black miniskirt, not fat or "thick," but curvy and robust. Standing next to her, I felt like Scott Free standing next to Big Barda.

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Spring Break, Part One

With one hand he pinned me against the wall. His other hand went up my denim miniskirt and slid beneath my my black string thong and into me. I kissed him and he fucked me with my fingers.

I was unzipping his jeans when I asked something different for me. I asked him if he had any condoms. He said no, and he was a little disappointed. I told him that I had seen a gas station around the corner but with a devilish grin I told him he couldn't go there with that hard-on. I got on my knees and finished unzipping his jeans. I pulled out his warm cock from his boxers.

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Demands

Position yourself against the mattress, so that your naked backside points outward and upward. Grab the bottle of lube from the tray. I want you to squeeze a liberal amount of slick liquid into your palm. With the other palm, i want you to rub your hand in between your throbbing slit, feeling the increasing moistness. Smear this all over your cunt, in between your legs, along your thighs and against your asshole. Take the hand with the lube, and mix this with your pussy juice, preparing the whole area to be used. Shove one finger at a time into your puckering anal passage, filling that chute with as much moisture as possible.

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Expose, Exhibit

As per his instructions, I was wearing a severe black corset, a tiny black g-string and very high stilettos. When we entered, he had me remove my coat and stand before him as he sat and surveyed the room. "Take off your panties," he said. I froze and then my fear thawed into excitement. I felt a rush to my groin as I noticed people staring at us out of the corner of my eye. I dutifully slid them down my thighs and let them drop to the floor, never taking my gaze off him. "Put your thumb in your ass and a finger in your pussy." This was humbling and physically very awkward. My ass was dry and I struggled to actually stick my thumb inside it. I wiggled it as best I could and bowed my head. He then led me by the hair, as I hunched over, trying to walk and keep my fingers in place at the same time. He was diminishing me.

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A Change is as Good as a Rest!

He was pretending to be asleep, but the television was on. I knew he was awake, and when I pulled back the covers on my side of the bed I found out why. He had bought me a new toy, and it was under the blankets, waiting for me.

My little darling Hubby got me a new purple vibrator as an Easter present, not that he needs an excuse to buy me a vibrator. He said the Easter Bunny left it . . . ha.

So, what's a girl with a new vibrator supposed to do? I took off my nightie, laid back on the bed and said, "Go ahead, try it out."

"Uh-huh" he said, "I wanna watch you with it."

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by Jefferson

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Business Affairs

I took a chance and moved over to his table.  This gave me the opportunity to do some hands on flirting.  I told him it looked like he was having a rough day.  He said something like he had better days.  He told me that he had a rough day ahead of him.  I said, "When I have one of those days, I find its best to get off.  It relaxes me."  He had this look of confusion, shock and happiness.  He followed up with a question of where I would get off.  I looked suggestively and told him, "If it's in the afternoon, I do it during lunch."  He got a big smile, it could be the dirty thoughts he was having or the fact that my hand was on his leg.  He would ask more questions about how I would go about how I would relax.  My answers would become more suggestive.  He finally asks me, "If you were me today, what would you do?"  I gave him a big smile and paused.  "I would find a place to take the woman flirting with me, so she could help me relax.  I think a blow job in the bathroom would relax me for the rest of my day."

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A Good Time With The Neighbor

I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I got a towel and started to brush my teeth. I thought I heard my front door shut and stuck my head into the hall but I didn't see anyone. I got undressed and got in. I started thinking of the new guy across the street. I had seen him cutting his grass yesterday and he looked hot! It was too hot to be wearing a shirt so most of the time he didn't, and I wasn't complaining. I was getting hard so I started to rub my cock. I could imagine his body, the sweat running over his prefect chest. I found myself mumbling his name over and over again. That's when it happened. I opened my eyes and saw Brandon standing there looking in my shower.

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Exhibitionism

Moving in my seat so that I was facing him, I moved my hand over his cock, feeling its hardness through the material of his trousers. Looking up at him, I reached up to undo the button and zip of his trousers, easing them and his shorts down slightly so that I could get at his cock. I ran my hands over his length. His cock was beautiful, circumcised, long and very hard and smooth. I licked my lips in anticipation and leaned forward to lick him with the tip of my tongue. Leaving a trail of saliva on the head, I moved my lips up and down his shaft before opening my mouth wide to take him fully into me. He groaned with pleasure and moved his hands down to hold my head, tangling his fingers in my red curls. I swirled my tongue around and moved my head slightly to one side so that the head of his cock pressed into the inside of my cheek. He groaned again and pulled away from me. "I'm not ready to come yet," he said as he took my hands and pulled me up out of the car. "You've got to show me that beautiful pussy of yours again first!"

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"I Can Help You With That . . . "

I had promised Hubby that I would scream "EARTHQUAKE" the next time he woke me up by masturbating. You see.....he tends to shake the whole bed. However, in a spurt of compassion (or maybe I was just too tired to be a smartass), I chose this morning to ignore the shaking of the bed. I simply tried to go back to sleep.

But the shaking didn't stop.

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Exhaustion

Giving blowjobs too frequently actually rendered my mouth useless for more conventional activities (like you know, eating). Have you ever given so much head that it hurts to chew food? I didn't think it was possible either, but a few days ago, I found myself in enormous pain during a multi-course dinner. This was after I spent the whole weekend with lips so dry and swollen red that I was seriously beginning to channel the "competitive skier" look.

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Selfish

And then I did the unthinkable: I was sucking his cock and balls for another full hour without the shortest break. And it was the best blow job I've ever performed in my life, I swear. I don't know where I found all this energy. I enjoyed it so tremendously that I actually came while sucking his sensitive balls . . .

Our chemistry is that strong.

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by Jefferson

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I Fucked A Co-Worker

Color me a shade of sleazy indiscretion.

After work, I went to the Algonquin Hotel's notorious (read: famously expensive) Blue Room and downed three Brandy Alexanders and a beer with my co-worker Ernie. Next thing I knew, I was letting him into my apartment and being commanded to strip.

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Cumming With Your Strap-On Cock

I couldn't tell you how it began - I think a cute little red headed woman with glasses a few seats away announced that she was exhibitionistic enough to join in as she pulled a red leather harness from her hand bag. The next think you knew, there were a few other women who pulled out harnesses as well. Ms. Danger got up and prepared one of the provided dildos with countless condoms and a small bundle of cotton balls (a clit nub, for grinding), just as we'd been shown earlier in the workshop. I shrugged and pulled out my feeldoe and harness, pulling down my pants to place to feeldoe and strap it into place.

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She Drove A Plymouth Satellite/Faster Than The Speed Of Light

I heard her muffled voice call out from inside, "Come in." I opened the door and stepped inside. Her apartment was dimly lit, one lamp giving off a faint orange glow. Lingering in the air was the pleasant smell of apples and spices, almost like the little packets of oatmeal I ate when I was in grade school. I started to call out to Claire when I spied a note sitting on the table beside the lamp.

"Take off all of your clothes. Put on this blindfold. Briefly ring the bell ONCE. Wait."

Oh, the irony of spending so much time getting dressed.

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There's Sucking . . . And Then There's Sucking

We got reacquainted with each other just inside the front door, kissing and pressing with a familiar blend of urgency and leisure.

"And here I just came for a hug," I said, feeling him slide his hand up my back.

"Awfully long way to come for just a hug." A deft snap, and my bra was undone.

"True." I leaned against the wall as he lifted my shirt and bra.

"Look at those perfect triple Ds," he sighed, and guided my hand to his cock.

Yeah, it was going to be one of those nights. Not what I'd planned, but: Yay!

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Hotel Sex

We ran around surveying our room like a couple of kids, jumping on the bed and looking at the free coffee and turning the TV on and off . . .

It felt so good to be free of the prying eyes of our close social circle.

We fell, tired, onto the couch.

"What do you want to do?"

I just gave him a raised eyebrow. He reached into his suitcase and I heard the clank of metal against metal.

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Fight Me

He lay down beside me and rested his body half across mine. His hands roamed my body.

"Fight me."

"What?" I whispered.

"Fight me pixie, fight me. I want you to."

"No..no, I can't fight you, I don't want to. It doesn't feel right." In my mind fighting him was unnatural. It went against all he had taught me, all I knew was expected of me. I wanted him to do to me whatever he wanted to do to me. I didn't like to struggle.

He smacked my face..hard once and then again.

"Obey me. I said fight me."

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by Jefferson

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The Hunted

The moment my hand viciously connects with his cheek, I know to run. Every part of me is saturated with adrenalin. Four nimble arcs and I reach the kitchen, foolishly backing myself against a wall. Fuck. Within a split second, he's on me. The warmth of his body pinning mine to the cold surface behind. He's holding me in place with his hand on my throat.

"Why did you just hit me?" He's hissing in my ear now. He pulls away and I see the desire flickering in his eyes, his grasp tightening a little. His face is mere inches from mine. I lick my lips in panic.

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Birthday Wishes

"No sex for a month!"
Kyle looks bemused by this. I'm simply annoyed.

"They don't tell you that until they get the bar in." I'm griping. My birthday present to myself was going to be a triangle piecing, but the piercer and I went through my anatomy (totally inadequate) and decided a vertical hood bar was best. The whole procedure was quick, though hardly painless, and much better than my last attempt 10 years back, where I was told in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out of there if I was anything less than perfectly comfortable with the needle by some smarmy jackass with the bedside manner of Atilla the Hun.

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Late-Night Ramblings

I like tears. I like fear and pain and broken begging. I know that doing something to someone that they don't want done to them turns me on.  I know that that makes me, in the eyes of many and to some extent in my own conscience too, a bad person. But I know that it's true, and I know that, if there's any way to do it that's morally justifiable, it's in kink. I just haven't figured out quite how yet.

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My Boss Gave Me A Blowjob During A Taxi Ride

Elaine went down on me immediately, first by unzipping me and pulling down my trousers down over my knees. Fuck yeah, this was awesome, you horny Afrikaans babe. My almost hard cock poked out and Elaine just spat on the head very aggressively, only the Elaine way, of course. She licked all around the head teasing me with her spit. Her tongue was just delightfully amazing. The passing city lights lit up the scene for us in the back of the taxi. She spat again on me but this time all over my shaft before taking me in her mouth. This was fantastic but what does this mean, I thought to myself? Nothing you dick, just sit back and do as your boss says, and enjoy your dick being sucked while you get it.

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Who's Got The Button?

I've been sending dirty pictures from the internet to his phone. He's asked for them, but wasn't specific about what they should be. It's been almost an experiment for me, to see what pushes his hot buttons and what doesn't.

I started with pretty girls doing nothing in particular. Then, I went through a blow-job picture phase. There were a bunch of those. Obviously that's on my mind a lot these days. The feedback was fun, but not much more than "nice tits" or "you just like to suck cock." (Did I mention I sent a bunch of those?)

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Popping Our Cherries

I went to Crazy Larry's one night (King's Road) with my friend Jane, her 19 year old brother Jake and his friend whose name was Dan. All the girls at Crazy Larry's fancied this Dan bloke and so I made it a personal goal for myself to lose my virginity to this incredibly sophisticated (to me) 19 year old. We went back to Jake's student residences at LSE and smoked some joints. Jane said she was going home, did I want to come? I said, "No, I'm staying here." Now, since Jake and Dan shared a room I promptly got into bed with Dan and lost my virginity.

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by Jefferson

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New Year Naughtiness

Suddenly there was a sound to our right, like someone was being muffled whilst in the throes of passion. My OH and I being very inquisitive souls, we wandered over to find out more. Just past a couple of trees was a young couple, naked and making passionate love. The girl didn't notice us, but the guy saw us and winked—we were going to be treated to a display that didn't need any gunpowder!

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I am Now a Cuckold

I have now become a cuckold. When did the truth really sink in? Surprisingly, it wasn't while my girlfriend was flirting with him, and it wasn't when she took his dick in her mouth. It wasn't even when he slowly slid into to her. No, it really hit me that my life had changed when she looked me in the eyes just before she went over the edge into a huge orgasm, and said out loud to him "Fill me with your cum baby, I want to feel it." See, we had agreed that this was the one thing that was not supposed to happen. Of course when it did, I shot cum all over myself from the sheer intensity of it.

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Used to be One of the Rotten Ones and I Like You for That

I spent three hours sucking the 24-year-old's cock after midnight on New Year's. It was the first New Year's that I got fucked and came hard. I thank the lines that I did all day, I didn't get drunk like the past few New Year's. I was sober enough to ride a cock. It was our first time fucking too. I got tired of thinking about his age and just went for it. Who cares if I'm 31 and he's 24, he's legal and I like him . . .

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Angry Sex

He pulled me close to him with his hands grabbing my ass. I wasn't really sure what he was going to do next, but I was loving it so far. As he was kissing me, he was also guiding me somewhere. He turned me around and I saw the back of my couch. I knew what was coming next. It was like the flood gates on my pussy opened when he pulled down my jeans and panties. I instinctively bent over to grab onto the couch. He smacked my ass and ran a couple fingers between my legs.  My pussy was already wet from he had done so far. His fingers went over my moist lips and it sent a shiver up my body.

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Boing 2

Eventually, he needed to relube the toy and replaced his mouth with my finger. I started to play with myself and then he handed the giant black dildo back to me and I slid it home. He knelt between my legs to watch with admiration as it slid easily into and out of my hungry vagina.

This had a profoundly unexpected effect.

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The Bad Idea Bears: Now With More Mint ("Yaaaay!")

Well, that was bound to happen eventually.

I fucked Ned.

And that's the appropriate verb here. It wasn't a screw; it wasn't a sex-having; it wasn't a bang; it certainly wasn't a love-making. It was a plain, old-fashioned fucking of the our-little-secret, god-I-hope-I-don't-regret-this, we-should-do-this-more-often variety.

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by Always Aroused Girl

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Fiction: The Seven Curses of Hannah Part One

It was a brisk October night, and in her dark bedroom, Hannah was wrapped snugly in her house robe. The plush material felt great against her naked skin, and for a brief moment, she was glad she was a larger woman because it meant she had more places to be touched by her robe. Her round breasts, round hips and very round bottom were encased in the soft fabric. She pulled her long brown hair out from under the robe so that every inch of her back could feel the soft terrycloth. Hannah's body always came to life when she wore this robe, and her aroused mind thought about checking to see if her husband wanted to fool around.

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Working Late

I feel him lose control, cumming hard and as I finally lose all sense of control, I watch as our voyeur coats his chest in thick ribbons of cum. He returns to his work, oblivious as I slip back into my coat, and head back for the elevators. I think about hailing a cab, before changing my mind to head into the office building opposite.

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The Flood Gates Open

I was grabbing at his cock as we went in the stall. He shut the door and pulled the lock over. He turned to me and pushed me, chest first, up against the wall. He was kissing and nibbling at my neck and I could feel his hands at the bottom of my skirt. He lifted my skirt to my hips. My legs were spread and no my bare pussy exposed. It was wet already and the air hitting it gave me a slight chill. The sound of his zipper going down was the last thing I heard before I felt his cock penetrate me.

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Autumn

She climbed into bed next to me and I wrapped my arms and legs around her to get a much of her skin in contact with mine as I possibly could. Unusually, she was warmer than I was and I sucked her body heat to me as I held her tight, burying my face in her neck and running my hands over her shoulders and bum cheeks. Her breathing grew deeper as I hit that spot just below her ear that excites her so much and grabbed a handful of her bum, squeezing hard. She slipped a hand down between us and took charge of my growing erection which was pressing ever harder onto her mons. This was supposed to be a slow, lazy Saturday afternoon's relaxation but suddenly there was an urgency that could not be resisted. I planted my lips tightly onto hers and she slid a hand around the back of my head, crushing me to her. Tongues probing and exploring tongues, lips, teeth.

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Roller Coaster

He lowered himself into the deep bath. It was a little too hot, the sort he had to take his time getting into as his body acclimatised. He slowly crouched until he was sat down and stretched out as far as possible. Bending his knees up he sank down until the bubbles touched his chin. He closed his eyes as the heat engulfed his body.

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A Little Surprise

My hips ground against him, my pelvis rocking as his mouth worked at my neck, his palm squeezing my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple. I gasped, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. He was driving me crazy. "Sooooo naughty," he whispered, sliding his hand back down my body to my ass. I lifted my hips, tipping my pussy up, needing to feel his touch there, but he only brushed his palm over the backs of my thighs, his fingers delicately exploring that tender spot where my thighs meet my ass. I moaned again in arousal and frustration, straining against the hand that bound my wrists, but he just closed his grip tighter, then spanked me again with shocking smacks that rang out through the room, making me gasp and cry out.

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

So which kind of sex gets you more fired up—the carefully planned kind, or the kind that just happens? Figure it all out with Always Aroused Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Always Aroused Girl

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Wax on, Whack Off

Now when I shave her legs, nothing comes of it, however, tending to the pussy almost always leads to sex. This night was no different. After putting all the stuff away, I come out of the bathroom to find her pulling her vibrator out. I plop down on the bed next to her, getting naked to join her. I move up against her, and start fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples.

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Patch

He patted the dark area on the duvet cover beneath me. I moved off my stomach and sat back on my feet, looking at the duvet. The wet patch was huge, almost a foot across and a foot long. I placed my hand on it and was shocked to discover how wet it was: the material was drenched, soaked through the duvet feathers to the sheet below.

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Dentist

I tried to think of a way to ask her why this happened and what it might mean but I couldn't come up with a good reason for having my mouth that wide-open on a day-to-day basis except the real one. When I'm sucking Mr Stern's cock, after a while my jaw sometimes starts to hurt. Could I ask her that? Imagine it ...

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Quench My Thirst

He looks divine. His shirt is open, his dark blonde hair disheveled, and slightly damp. I must have gotten him fresh from the shower. My mind sets on that image as I pull his shirt off, kissing him on the neck.

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Morning Rituals

Here's my favorite ritual......my morning spanking. these will often come at different times during my morning, depending on TND's schedule. and there are days that, in our hurry or due to differing schedules, we miss them.