A beautiful example of Shibari is like a glass of really good Bordeaux. Unlike a glass of fine wine, however, it probably doesn't look quite as good all over a delicious set of tits and a tight body. And then there's the added bonus of using the seeming miles of pink silken rope as a strong set of reins when nailing said tight body from behind, after throwing it over a leather-covered piece of dungeon furniture. Our dream? Sipping a 1990 Medoc while giving Daisy Marie's submissively arranged yet eager, tied-up body a good firm spanking.

· Daisy Marie all tied up and craving cock (pornhub.com)

So, the Eskimos have, like, a hundred words for snow, right? Wet, dry, sticky, pellet-y, drifty, and so on. Which got us thinking, as we darted from blog to blog this week, that pussies are a lot like snowflakes. You can call a pussy a kitty, a slit or a cunt (or any number of other, more colorful terms), but you will never find two pussies that are exactly alike. And, well, that just makes us melt.

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The Twenty-Fourth Post

I was burying my face in her covered cunt now, she was cooing and moaning, and then I unsnapped the buttons on the crotch of the lace teddy she wore under her skirt and blouse, and my tongue sank in the butter of her wet cunt, and disappeared immediately in her slick void. She tasted great, like citrus, and smelled faintly of sweat, and musk, and piss. I took her lips in my lips. I took her clit between my teeth. I made her cum that way, then I fucked her with two fingers till her body shook.

-A Gentleman Whore

Beauty and Perfection

He moaned as I sucked, his cock already throbbing, needing me. He sat up slightly and pulled my lips to his. I crawled on top of his thick cock, feeling just the tip enter my slit, hesitate, enjoy the wetness and warmth, before he pushed me down and simultaneously thrust upward, impaling me on his cock.

-Between My Sheets

Making Him Beautiful

The punishment stopped long enough for him to suck in a deep breath and he felt her soft hair brush across bruised skin and her teeth sink deep into his muscle, compressing already aching flesh until he stopped whimpering. The teeth biting down a little harder then, never quiet letting him get used to the pain before adding more.

Flashes of movement told her his eyelids had rolled back into his skull, and through the glare of a pain induced static haze he heard her voice.

“Right now you are more sexy than you have ever been to me.”

-Little Submissions

Processing

once our layers were in place, i was fucked anonymously. my features did not matter. i became a quivering mass inside my case. an object, a plaything.

after a while we lay there panting, removing everything with carefulness in which we put them on. shedding layer after layer.

and all the coldness and anonymity was cut by the pink mass that became our bodies as we drifted to sleep.

-Map of Kansas

Under The Quilt

Familiar territory, predictable results.
The room fills with her gentle sounds.

My hand cupped over her pussy,
her wetness everwhere.
I touch, I paw, I tap her clit.

-Dirty and Thirty

Younger Men and Black Framed Glasses: My Weaknesses, Apparently.

I turned onto my stomach and he lay against me, bucking slightly. He slid a finger inside me and he moved his hips back and forth so I could feel his dick against my thighs. His dick felt stiff, the skin silky. I felt my pussy start to pulse again, and I reflected that maybe having sex on the first date wasn’t such a bad idea.

-Living Somewhat Dangerously

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· Thumbnail stars Bella and Ashanti (metmodels.com)
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If I Keep Being Naughty, Santa Won't Bring Me Anything...

I reached down and pulled down my panties, slid one finger between my lips and was surprised to find how swollen and wet I already was. I was laying on my tummy and this realization, caused me to curl my knees up under me so I would be able to reach better. I dipped one finger into the wetness and brought it up to gently stroke my clit. It felt so good, I was already getting shivers down my spine. I circled, flicked and tapped until I came in a rush that started at the base of my neck and finished at my clenched toes.

—What My Friends Don't Know

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Paramour

I see colors when we make love. When the roughness of our fucking slows down to incredible intimacy. When she slowly kisses my tender parts, I see flashes of white and purple. The pink colored walls turn neon, the Christmas lights strewn about become intensified. A rush of bright blue envelops her entire body and I am at ease. My body is now hers.

—The Vagina Adventures

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Catalina loves Coco’s First Day at Kink.com (FuckingMachines.com)

All hell broke loose. There was no man in the world that would have stopped me from my orgasm at that point. I was sweating and shaking and moaning and right when I was in the middle of my orgasm I BROKE THE MACHINE. It just BUSTED. I have no clue I wasn’t watching it all I know is I came then I looked down and realized it was broke. OOPS!

After that I was ready for another orgasm and I was running around all energized and excited because everyone was saying how sweet it was that I broke the machine with my vagina.

—Catalina Loves

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The Surprise Limit..

She had her fingers on either side of the blade and I felt her slowly pushing into me. I was trying to remind myself to breathe and to not move. After a few moments she exhaled heavily and I could feel the concentration and energy simply flow from her.

I can't actually remember anything else; I was so spaced out. It was simply that big of an incredible rush.

—kinkykiana

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An Early Xmas Present

Then he bends down, taking my clit in his mouth like it is a small penis. It’s so red, so ripe, so ready for him. I want to fuck him so badly.

‘I want to suck your cock,’ I say.

He laughs and stands up. He is not a handsome man. Not ‘my type.’ He’s a big, burly Irish man with a rounded belly from drinking too much beer, a gold chain with a charm of a Saint hanging from his thick neck, a short beard and a mustache. In his late forties, I have no idea of his relationship status, his job, know almost nothing about him. In the past year we have met maybe half a dozen times, maybe more. I have lost count of when we first met each other and how many times we have shared a room together. It doesn’t really matter. His cock is enormous. As thick as a baby’s arm, about eight inches long...

—Suzanne Portnoy

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If at first...

We all find ourselves at one point or another tying up a tall blonde from Manchester without the proper qualifications. It was all going pretty well. I had passed the soft black bondage rope, doubled up like it should be, in between her legs and through a loop at the back of her neck. There was a thick knot just above her clit, and when I would tighten the rope later, the soft bundle would press against her vulva in a lovely teasing way.

Kneeling on the bed, the black rope on her pale skin, she looked irresistible.

I began tying her arms, weaving the strands of the rope together in a pleasantly symmetrical way... and that's where the trouble began. I was about to run out of rope.

—MonMouth

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· Thumbnail star Regina Moon (only3x.com, via Ask Jolene)
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Have a go with sensitive Madeline after the jump.

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Touch

You know for sure that you two have connected in a very unique way; that the sex will be of the mind-blowing, furniture-moving, scrape-me-off-the-ceiling variety… These are usually the times where you have cause to feel as though an electric shock just ripped straight through you, from nipples-to-cunt, with a nod and a wave at your g-spot.

And you’re right. A casual touch over a table in a restaurant, as he passes you the soy sauce. You take a lump of wasabi with chopsticks clutched in trembling fingers — what the fuck was that?!

-Elegant Smut

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Lying Back, Thinking of England...

The chair is less a chair than a recliner, and in it, I recline. On my back, I watch her curled up on the more conventional chair, refracting, I feel no similar need. I beckon, she approaches, swings a leg over and settles down while I reach for the duvet on the bed and pull it over us, all the way over, light diffused through down in our own private world. Skin against skin, she wriggles from side to side, and when that has achieved its aim, she aims herself, impales, and rocks gently up and down. She's warm, embraced by duvet, and I'm hot, embraced by her.

-Sleeping on the Other Side of the Bed

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The "best" Cock I ever Had..

There was Brett's cock. It was about average length, but on the thick side. It fit perfectly inside of my pussy and my mouth. I also, remember it being really smooth. I've never been into the cocks with all the crazy veins and stuff. Some girls say that feels better, but I've really never noticed.

-Anal Amy

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Young Blood

I smiled and touched his cheek. It was so soft… And then his neck, down to his chest and firm abs. He’s fit and muscular, but in this kinda child-like way. I missed that! His kisses were so gentle, so shy and uncertain. His hands were shaking slightly and he almost exploded when he touched my breasts.

“Oh, my, they’re so big!” Yeah, that’s always nice to hear. And weird, too, coming from a kid like him.

-Coquette in Bed

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Tight Grip

When The Bruiser bends me over the vanity in his room, he grabs me, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip. He grips me hard; hard enough for me to feel where his hands were the next day. He uses this grip to be able to pound me even harder than he already is, pulling me back into him vigorously, slamming into me violently and frantically.

-Oh, My God, That Britni's Shameless

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Shift of Power

The shaking spreads from my appendages into my belly, my pelvis, my sexual organs; and they contract in that phenomenal muscle spasm brought on by orgasmic release. I still the motion of my hips and convulse around his cock. My whole body twitches with the aftershock of pleasure and the strength leaves my arms and legs.

I collapse on his chest; shaking, spent. The most intense, un-self-conscious orgasm I've had with him. The most vulnerable moment, but with the most power in it. *I* did it. He was merely a tool for *my* pleasure.

The Seduction of Infidelity

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· Thumbnail star Samantha Fox via Ask Jolene (askjolene.com)
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A Girl: my future wife

And then there is the reverence, mine.

I sit at her feet for hours and watch her brush her hair. I catch moonbeams in jam jars in an open field in Montana and bring them home to her to use as ribbons to tie around her wrists. I write her poems and she folds them into origami fireflies and strings them around our bookshelves. I tell her every day how stunning she is, how strong; I am breathless with my good fortune at ever gaining her attention.

—Sugarbutch Chronicles

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Over Exposed

The next day I wore jeans to work. Once again as I adjusted them I felt a tingle of excitement. Though no-one could see, I knew. I thought about David for much of my drive, until I turned past my office and into the parking garage and my mind turned to work. I snagged the last spot on the ground floor, holding up traffic behind me as I carefully maneuvered into the small spot. I gathered up my lunch and sweater and bag and paperwork brought home the night before. I clambered out the 8 inches of door space allowed between my car and the next, trying not to drop anything. I juggled for my keys to lock the car. And only then realized my pants were still undone.

—Birds are smart

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My Teacher Was a Porn Star

Ms. M certainly fit the bill (although the memory of her nude Playboy images were fading over time and were replaced with her standing in front of the class – suitably dressed).

Now, Ms. M was strikingly beautiful; perfect skin, bright blue eyes, thick light blond hair, natural and surprisingly not huge breasts, and long, long legs. She was a talented teacher and her motivation to help us learn was inspirational. This was my senior year in high school and for the past six years since I started masturbating, my fantasies were focused on nude women. Suddenly, I was connecting a personality, a real person (!), to the fantasy. Instead of a hurried jack-off session to a picture (or image in my mind) of a nude woman, I was now interacting with the fantasy in my mind. And this produced a whole new level of orgasm.

—Unbroken

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In Which I Have My Cake and I Am Cake Too

Suddenly, something heavy fell on my belly. My whole body jumped. It took me a minute to catch my breath. "What was that?" I said, shocked. "Chocolate," he said. "With chocolate frosting." "Omigod, did you put a cake on me?" He didn't answer me in words. He let his hands talk for him, smearing my torso with broken cake. Cake crumbled across my chest and broke over my shoulders. He rubbed it into my arms and hands to the ends of each finger. He started over at my hips, rubbing cake down my thighs, calves and feet. He put cake between my toes and ate it off. He chewed at the cake on my little breasts.

He stepped onto the table and lay on top of me. He was inside me again and I came.

—Stones In My Pockets

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HUDSON says: How many is too many?

Three fingers inside, curling like my cock, I push deeper. She moans, I pull my three fingers dripping out and I go back to her clit. I rub harder, she’s getting close I can tell,

She pulls her stockings down. I am pushing on her wet clit, rubbing.. her breathing becomes heavier, she’s moaning, “please please”…

Oh Hudson, please..

And her head flies back, she’s cumming. Her body is shaking and pumping like it was being fucked and I can literally hear it splashing on the ground, shooting out of her, on my hand and all over the floor.

—Meyoumutual’s Blog

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Speechless

"What is he doing to you, sweet girl?"

Her lips are clamped shut and she is concentrating. When my voice breaks her reverrie she can only look at me with a look of concern and mild alarm. I wait patiently for a response but she just nods.

"Oh sweetie, please tell me what he is doing?"

My objective has just changed. I know I can ask one of the men for this piece of information but my new desire it to hear something filthy come from Ariel's pretty lips.

Between gasps as the dildo slides into me, I keep enough composure to tease her mercilessly. Taunting her to speak.

"Is he playing with your pussy? Is he fucking you?"

—Lumpesse

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· Beautiful girl April Flores (gothicsluts.com, via Ask Jolene)
· See also: Sugasm #153 (sugasm.com)
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The Madonna and The Fuck Toy, Part I

When we got to my place, he pushed me up against the wall of my living room with his whole body against mine and started kissing me hard. He was breathing heavy and grabbing at my clothes and my breasts like a werewolf. He ripped off my panties and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he still had me up against the wall. He took me into my bedroom and threw me down on my bed.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Anything you want,” I said.

“Yeah!” he said, squeezing my breasts, “you gonna be my fuck toy? You gonna be my fuck toy, baby girl?”

“I’m your whore,” I panted.

He stepped back and pointed at my shirt and skirt. “Off!” he commanded, and I obeyed.

—The Beautiful Kind

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Locks…

I ran my hands up her back, then down her arms, and came to rest on her wrists. I grasped them, and pulled them behind her back, pinning them to her lower back. She let out a little moan as I did this, so I held her wrists in place, as she continued to ride me. She became more enthusiastic, and I was even more excited. I was close to coming, so I held her still by pulling down on her wrists.

Shh! Don’t move!

She stopped, and I rode the sensation, pushing back my climax. After a few moments, I began to move under her, and she started to move again. I took her arms, and pushed them up her back, higher and higher, still holding her captive. Soon I was close to coming again.

—Chateau Hentzau

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The Game

To my left was a small old table, on it, a whip, a cane, a flog, nipple clamps, a paddle, and a knife. An old rusty knife that you could probably etch the words “tetanus” into if you were so inclined. I kept my head down. To my right, on a board placed on the floor was a really big dildo, an Acuvibe and a stack of condoms. He pulled me back by my hair and stared into my eyes. His were like ice and his voice was calm and forceful.

“We are going to play a game slut,” He put a small timer in my line of vision, “You have three minutes to have an orgasm. Those are your tools.” He pointed to the vibe and dildo to my right. I started to melt into myself. Away were thoughts of friends, and parties, men who hurt me, and the responsibilities of my life. I was here, and I was His- and I knew that losing focus would cost me, dearly. I was to come within three minutes, or there was a card to be drawn. He showed me a small stack of green cards and written on the back were the names of the tools on the table. Whip, cane, ect… knife. I got a chill.

He had me turn on my knees and face him. I slipped off my heels behind me. This all seemed so strange and foreign to me, I almost wanted to giggle. This is why they call it a scene, I thought to myself.

“Ready, slut?” I nodded- to be responded with a slap across my face, “Answer me!”

“Yes sir,” I said softly, wondering why I can never just behave.

—Bad Bad Girl

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Would You?

...he pulls my hands beneath my bottom and forces me to arch slightly up toward him, and then he kisses. A barely there kiss beneath my naval, and I moan as I try to rock my hips, to move them ... to arch higher. But his chin presses down against me and he pulls my hands further beneath me, so that they are cupping my cheeks. He places his hands over mine now and presses his fingers in around mine and together we squeeze my tender cheeks.

I can feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth moves lower ... soft breath caressing my skin, and I moan softly but it turns to a gasp as his lips press against the delicate folds of my skin.

—His to Spank, His to Love

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Microfantasy Monday #2: offering

I paused and looked over the toys arranged on a table next to the platform. Choosing a paddle, I ran it down the spine, retracing the path my fingers had taken. This time a low moan escaped her throat and her hips began to move. The paddle slid between her cheeks and below, until it was against her clit. Her moans were louder now and she worked herself against the paddle. I reached up and pulled her hair away from her face, then thrust two fingers into her mouth. She started sucking them immediately, eager to please me and hoping I’d please her. I enjoyed watching my fingers slide in and out of her tightly pursed lips, and my butch cock twitched in response and in anticipation.

—Butchtastic

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U is for... Underneath

That's the only accurate description for what may be daintily termed the astride position. She's on top. She's bouncing up and down, perhaps increasing in speed, and that's riding. No need for spurs and a hat - unless you're really kinky - but she's riding, and that's what feels good. Everything is reversed; I'm still looking at her, but upwards. There's better visibility, too; I can see her breasts, she can see my chest. I can see her skin, hold her sides, finger her clit. I can even kiss her if I sit up briefly. I can rub her nipples... and all the while, she's riding me, and my cock is deeper inside her than ever because, frankly, where else does it have to go? There's no out-and-in, there's just deep-and-very-deep.

—Innocent Loverboy

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· Thumbnail star Yurizan Beltran (clubyurizanbeltran.com, via Ask Jolene)
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Join Madeline after the jump, and let the girls take over. Shhh, don't talk, it ruins our concentration.

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A Long Way Away

I am a submissive masochist.

My wife made me crawl and bathe her body and fuck her with all sorts of leather accessories on. She beat me. She beat me so hard the flogger started falling apart, so hard my body lit up like it used to — I woke up. That’s the only way to describe it. I woke up and remembered who I was. What I was.

-Under the Boot

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It is Your Night

It must have been good, because it wasn't too long before he groaned, his head went back and her grabbed her head in his hands, holding her tight to him as he came, shooting his load in my wife's mouth. Her head moved faster as she sucked and bobbed, taking it all, sucking him dry. When it was over, she pulled back, still holding his cock, and turned to smile at me, licking her lips and opening her mouth to show me his cum on her tongue. She smiled and swallowed, saying, "He tastes good honey, give me a kiss."

-Watching My Wife

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Buddy is Invading Your Dreams Now

We decide that we can’t make it back to my place in time so we sneak back into the ladies room; the thought of being caught making it more arousing.

I work my way down your chest to your rock-hard cock. I take it into my mouth ever so slowly. I suck your cock working you closer and closer to the point of no return. Then I back off and start all over again.

-We Are the People Your Parents Warned You About

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Sex

I’m not an expresser during sex. I am a parrot. I am a squeeze doll with a string, programmed minute to minute by another’s voice. This is not how I like it. My personal opinion about it was not sought. Nor was this discussed beforehand. I do not even think that my Mistress planned for it to be this way. It’s just something that developed…as over years of punishment and restraint and mutation of mental state it just grew that Mistress found less and less interest in hearing me talk except to repeat whatever vile sounds, or sentiments, she chose to produce with my voice box.

-Why is Alexis Alexis?

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In the Car

before I knew it I am driving north on the drive (Lake Shore Drive) and she is up on her knees and bending over me, taking my cock in her mouth.

Now I can DO the whole "head while I'm driving" thing but not like she gives head. And not while she is in heat. She is amazing. I know other men have said the same thing. As a matter of fact, EVERY man she has ever been with said the same thing; best head EVER. And it's not an exaggeration. It's fucking amazing.

-Ambient Storm's Provocative Persiflage

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Visit to Mexican Girlfriend's Home

I spent four days in Mexico at the home of Mexican Girlfriend, her three sisters, and, as it turned out, her hot mother. Five gorgeous women and my dick. I was treated royally by everyone. They catered to my every need—-sexually and otherwise. There was just two problems…

-SexHobbyist

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· Thumbnail star: Jandi Lynn (wannawatch.com, via Ask Jolene)
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