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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 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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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 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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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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Give in to that devil in your ear with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
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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See also: Sugasm #119: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Take the plunge with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
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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See also: Sugasm #113: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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As we get ready for a long hot summer, let's plunge into the deep end with the some of our favorite posts from the sex blog scene this week—and get wet with these writers as they finger gals near crowded piers, soap up their men in the shower, and soak themselves with whatever is at hand.

Jump on in—the water's fine with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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I Love a Good Shower Blowjob
I love standing, arms wrapped around you, in the stream of warm water. I love pressing against you, our bare skin caressed by the air.

I love washing you clean, rubbing my soapy hands all over your body—chest, back, ass, arms, cock. I love kissing you deeply, delaying the moment we both know is coming.

When I work my way down, your cock is already partially erect. I love taking your softness in my mouth, changing it from pliable to hard and straight.
- Dirty. Flithy. Princess.

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Hot. Wet. Fun.
Hot water rains down.

Pressed against your back, I help clean your front. The soap makes it slippery fun and my hand glides, literally, down your collarbone and onto your pert little breasts. I circle your nipples and massage the sweet smelling suds all around. Getting them perfectly clean. The same with your navel (an outie!) and lovely curved hips.

I know how much you want me.
- Wants and Needs

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Coffee
We chatted for a while as we walked through the station looking for a coffee. Several times I let her go in front of me so I could check out her figure in her business suit. Everything seemed as I remembered. She turned and caught me looking once and smiled before stopping, facing me.

"I've thought of a forfeit," she stated. "And you're going to do it."
- Gently Gently

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Like a Virgin: A Submissive Slut Moans
"what are you wearing?" the call began . .

"gee Master, i was feeling very virginal tonight, am wearing white Laura Ashley nightgown, very innocent, very virginal . . . it is white, long and clings to my curves"

"get a glass of ice water, mostly ice, NOW and kneel in front of the mirrors." there are floor length mirrors in my bedroom . . . swallowing i knelt carefully holding the glass and listening. glancing up, i watched as my nipples pressed against the soft white fabric, breast heaving with each nervous breath, the water glass glistening.
- Katie

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Our Table
As I sat up to kiss him, I embraced his broad shoulders and licked away my juices from his mouth and then hugged him tightly. My body was still reeling from the pleasures bestowed upon it . . . I opened my eyes and as I looked over his shoulder, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and realized there was a person laying on the grass maybe two hundred feet away. He was in the shadows of a line of large paper trees and I had not seen him before. Perhaps I was too busy to notice.
- http://principles-of-lust.blogspot.com">Principles of Lust

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Marsala Night
Master took the bath sponge and poured a generous dollop of scented bath gel, squeezing the sponge until thick lather sprung forth. Gently, he smoothed the sponge over Celeste's shoulders, the lather trailing down her back. His free hand skimmed over her breasts, one then the other, keeping her close to him. The sponge followed suit and Master covered her breasts in bubbles as she watched the water cascade down her skin taking the soap with it. A drop hung precariously from the tip of her nipple for a moment before falling. Celeste found that to be arousing, as if the water had wanted to stay and kiss her nipples longer.
- Wanton Word

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See also: Sugasm #81: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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"No prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain," go the lyrics of that immortal bard Prince (formerly known as The Artist Formerly Known As Prince). Even if you want to argue with the diminutive enpurpled one's choice in clothing (assless yellow lace pants, anyone?), you have to admit he knows a thing or two about chicks. We here at Fleshbot like to kowtow to the almighty phallus as much as the next polymorphously perverse person, we also have to hand it to the va-jay-jay, and not just because we're politically correct. In today's compendium of the best sex writing on the web, you'll find a fistful of flavors of pussy control; from preggers sex to cuckoldry to double penetration, you'll find something to make you stand up and say, "Yes, Ma'am!"

Get all worshipful with the goddess who is Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Wood that Wood

I tossed and turned for ages, before venturing out. As I entered the lounge, there was Rups with his pants down, bent over a perky penis attached to a body lying across the recliner with a jumper over his head. A lady turned to look at me, and said "I've never seen anything like this." She took another look at me and said "I don't meant to be rude, but are you pregnant?". I said yes, and she again shook her head saying how odd . I again bemused as I have seen so little live boy on boy contact and have always been wanting to see my partner with someone else.

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The Pussy Slayer

My pussy was in delight as well, shaking and quivering around him, clasping his cock tightly in it's depths the same way I was clasping him tightly to me. It wasn't until he moved to switch to another of my favorite positions that I felt a sharp searing pain shoot through my pussy. I ignored it however, immediately recognizing that the pleasure far made up for whatever the pain was. He fucked me raw and hard, lancing me with his cock until I was a seething mass of nothing. After two more shaky orgasms, I finally had to beg for a respite. My pussy was throbbing with fire, thoroughly fucked and slayed.

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Dee's First Time on a Lover's Own Bed

Dee's been making love with Mike regularly since December of 2003 and when she made him cum for the very first time - in her mouth while Don was fucking her doggie style - I knew he was going to be a "keeper." As the evening passed Mike and Dee made love twice, and there was something obviously special happening between them, especially in those moments when Dee brought him to climax inside her pussy each time. They connected emotionally as they joined together physically that first time and even in just witnessing it I was floating as high off the floor (or bed) as they were.

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Much Anticipated DP Story

Alrighty then, any further business we need to clear up? No? Then on to the DP. If you haven't noticed I really fantasize about DP. There is something just absolutely hot about having 2 guys in you at once. Tom and I have done it in the past, but it's been quite some time. And just because you try doesn't mean it's always successful. When we were at the house party the thought occurred to us, but because of some lingering issues we decided not to engage in any ass play that night. HOWEVER - I was more than ready this time.

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Are Prodommes Really Dominant?

But I know that when I grab a man by the handcuffs and slam him up against the wall, the startled grunt of air he gives is like the sweetest of moans. When I grab him by the throat with one leathergloved hand and punch his chest with the other, the look of surprise curdling to she's-honestly-hurting-me panic, something curls in my abdomen like lust hatching messy and raw. When I throw him into the chair and plant the undomly rubber sole of my Doc Martens in his balls, he screams — and I drink it in.

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See also: Sugasm #81: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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It may be the look in her eyes, the taste of a kiss or the touch of his fingers on that sweet spot . . . but we've all got those triggers that put us right over the edge. Today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web this week catches bloggers at just the right moment as they pull out all the stops with bachelor-party handjobs, hotel-room reunions, elevator quickies, and tit-for-tat action in the tattoo parlor.

Hit the spot with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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The Magic Pussy

A girl and I went to a bachelor party call yesterday together and after a number of previous party calls that I ended up not making anything. I was not excited when we stepped in on yet another party. This party changed my luck for the night and we actually started off with decent tips for dancing and embarrassing the bachelor.

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Moments: The Ninth Floor

I don't remember the bars we were at, or what happened otherwise. I don't remember coming home. I just remember that we were drunk after a long night of drinking. Whichever way, your face was morphing from shape and figure to bands of light as I peeked down at you through your naked splayed legs.

Fucking my elevator girl nine floors up was always done with an athletic intensity.

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Confession: Jay and the Younger Guy III

When I arrived, a nervous looking Nick greeted me. He let me in and we sat on his couch. We just made some small conversation when I leaned over and gave him a kiss. We both stood up and took off our shirts. I moved closer and he moved closer to me too, until our chests touched and our tongues entwined in a kiss. His cock had gotten hard and he ground his hard-on against my hip.

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A Blue Hot Horny House Call

I'm horny as all hell. It's that blue hot horny where mere breezes can cause me to get a twinkle in my eye. Well passed the orange horny of "hey, I feel kinda sexy. I've escaped the white heat of imagining every fine woman on the street naked and in the best sexual position created for their body. I'm at the blue hot level where every damn thing is sex. Every. Damn. Thing.

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Tattoo Part I

It was her first tattoo and it hurt more than she anticipated. The tattoo artist was getting great pleasure from her display of agony, and her big boobs too, I'm sure. she wore a slutty low cut shirt that revealed her cleavage.

"What does the tattoo mean?" he asked her.

she looked up at Me and asked Me to tell him.

"she is My submissive. The circle symbolizes she is collared and the plus sign symbolizes that she is collared by a female." I explained.

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See also: Sugasm #80: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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They don't call it "getting lucky" for nothing—in today's hectic world it can take a mystical confluence of events to create those magic sexy moments ... and once they happen, they never last long enough. In an effort to capture those fleeting laundry-room fucks, chance meetings in airports and hotel rooms, and extra steamy showers, we've gathered some of ur favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week by a bunch of writers who know how to strike when the iron is, as they say, hot.

Grap your rabbit's foot and join that lucky bitch Chelsea Girl after the break.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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The Greatest Week Ever

It was October of 2002. Kathleen and I were about to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary, and we were planning to take a week-long trip — just the two of us, away from our children — to the island of Maui. Roughly a week before we were due to depart, I received a phone call at work from Kathleen. After the usual banalities, Kathleen said the most unusual thing she has ever said to me in our 15 years of marriage: "I'm horny."

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Rug Burn

"Hmmm," I said, staring at his mouth, at the way his lips curved when he said fuck. Oh yeah, fuck! SHE trilled in response. He didn't notice my abstract mindedness, and just kept talking. "I was all over him on the road, didn't let him go," he continued. Hells yeah, you can be all over me you sexy, foine ass thing you, SHE continued. I tried to focus, I really did, but I felt like I was having two conversations in one and I found the more he talked the less I could focus. Mmmm, those lips, I want them all over me, stop talking and come to mama!

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Stranded, Part 2

Have you ever found yourself in a position, where you had absolutely no idea how you got there, what was going to happen, yet you know, you do not want to miss even an instant of what is to come (cum?)?
This is exactly how I felt as my mouth locked upon Miranda's purging tool, and my face rode her pelvic thrusting like a roller coaster. My hand, cupping her bouncing balls, could feel the muscle spasm starting, and I felt myself salivate at what I was about to do.

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Ass (Fake Ass)

"Which one should I try?" I say to Ella as we lie in a big hotel bed in a quiet Victorian room, the gas-flue fireplace roaring in the distance. "The sleeve, or the ass?"

Ella doesn't have much to say about this. She's just waiting for the show. But we both decide on the showier toy, the ass-in-a-tube, the ass (fake ass). I reach over to the nightstand and pick up the package.

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Pink Handcuffs

Arm around her shoulders, fingers carelessly wandering around her thigh, I asked about her pussy. What had she done for me this time? Shaved, waxed, trimmed the hair into my initials?

"Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

Her hand was cupped over the bulge on the front of my trousers. Mine was working its way up the inside of her thigh.

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Snapshots, Real and Imagined, No. 15

I put her up against the wall, feet back, her weight forward, arms folded, head resting on her arms. I lift her skirt and tuck the hem into the waistband. I pull her knickers half-way down to her knees. I stand very close and take her hair in my hand, twisting it sharply. She gasps.

'Now then,' I say, 'it's time to hear your confession.'

'Confession?' she says helplessly.

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More Shower Sex

I told Penelope I was going to take a shower, and gave her a look that was anything but subtle. She declined the offer, though, so I headed upstairs with reluctant thoughts of entertaining myself. After I was stripped down and enjoying the steamy hot water, though, she came into the bathroom and said she had changed her mind. I wasn't going to question why.

Once she was inside the shower with me, I looked her up and down and savored the view of her incredible body...

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