Yes, in life, as in sex, practice makes perfect (and then some). And just think: this girl has been practicing her craft since the 80s. Can you imagine how talented she must be today?

· Buy "Practice Makes Perfect" (vcx.com)

You know how the excess of the holidays crowds out all the little things you used to take pleasure in? Yeah, we know. Today's roundup features folks who get off on the little things: The way a woman's fingers curl around her phone, an ass walking ahead on the stairs, and the way you can tell—just by the way she dances—how a girl will fuck once you finally get her naked. Madeline's done the work; now sit back and enjoy.

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On Men

I don't bother to hide my lusty gaze as I eye his body up and down—from his wet, jet-black hair to his flexing shoulders, to his taut belly, to his cock-at-rest, to his forever-legs and all the way down to his long feet. Every bit of him tall and refined. All dripping with the white foam of the hotel soap, curling in wisps around his toes before scurrying down the drain and leaving him clean in its wake.

-The Seduction of Infidelity

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Fingers

I’ll often find myself sitting on a train, or in a restaurant, just gazing at the slender, smooth and soft fingers of a woman who is pretty enough that most men would be drawn to her face. As she grips her book, her bag, or even her blackberry, I watch her fingers curve and bend, imagining how they would feel firmly holding my arms, or furrowing through my dark silky chest hair.

-Mendicatus

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Taking a Ride with Mister and Sir

She watched his mouth move as he spoke to her husband and wondered what he tasted like. Her eyes roamed down to his hands and imagined them tangled in her hair as he whispered filth in her ear. She pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness growing between them as she began to undress him with her eyes.

-Memoirs of a MILF

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Pause

We were fully clothed, in a slightly chilly hotel room. I sat on the bed, leaning back and looking up at her, dressed entirely inappropriately for November. The lipstick was smudged from kissing, her blouse unbuttoned to expose the black, shiny fabric of the basque underneath. A little breathless, she swayed on her high heels, reflexively smoothing down the front of her skirt.

-MonMouth

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The soaking wet massage

Having a driveway leading to the front door, she opened the door semi-naked without worrying about being seen by neighbors. She was just what I expected, except that she was shorter than I expected, 5'3 to at most 5'5. 6' is tall, and 5'1 is very short. It's hard to tell unless you are standing face to face. Height is immaterial unless you are looking for a partner to have big babies.
After a little formalities she led me up the stairs, showing off her tight bottom, with me sniffing it two steps behind her.

-The Player

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In response to what you want

There is so much you can tell about the way someone fucks by how they dance, and the way someone dances by how they fuck; but I’ve never seen you dance. Still, I can imagine how your torso slides and arms carry out the movement, how you can pop your hips to accentuate strong moments.
I would try to keep up with you on the dancefloor just as I try to keep up with you when we fuck - you carry me high and I follow your guidance, despite that I am making the choices. It is your body that dictates my choices, your breath, your responses, the precise way you gasp “oh god” and start to shake. In dance it is the same: I take your lead and match your rhythm until we are so synchopated that I can move you, can create variations on a theme and read you well enough to know you’ll follow where I lead.

-Sugarbutch Chronicles

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· Thumbnail stars: Voyeuristic cast of "Chemistry 4"
· See also: Sugasm #155 (sugasm.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

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Mexico:


Zoey Andrews mi tipo de mujer

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Germany:


Pantyhose/collant

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Luxembourg:


petitecon Champagne Act

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France:


Compilation : anal sex and wet pussy, my best orgasms and screams

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Sweden:


Beach voyeur

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Denmark:


Playing with my ass

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Italy:


Grande orgasmo anale

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Canada:


Close up wet and open pussy

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Australia:


Blow job

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USA:


Every Drop

· Yuvutu (yuvutu.com)

If you're the type of person who is a little unsettled by the voyeuristic nature of galleries featuring anonymous babes photographed on the beach without their knowledge, well ... you might want to skip to the next post. Those of you who do enjoy a little virtual ogling, though—or who are just fascinated by human nature in all its pervy forms—might find it interesting to hear from someone who actually takes a lot of those pictures via this mini-interview with Flickr user "thongking." The kind folks at Sun and Sin asked where and how he takes his photos, how to avoid looking like the overeager perv that you are, and the best beaches in Florida to see some extra skin. They also probe his thoughts on the great question of the 21st Century, "How come Americans don't wear thongs anymore?" We hate to hazard a guess, but take pint-sized digital cameras, add the internet and a sprinkle of Flickr, and you just might have your answer. But don't let that stop anyone from doing what they can to bring the shore to your home. As you know, we are allergic to sunlight, so anything that brings us closer to nature is all right in our book.

· "Why are We No Longer Wearing Thongs on American Beaches?" (sunandsin.com)
· Photos from m197203 (Flickr)

Previously: Sublime Bikinis: New Zealand Cottage Industry Gone Wild, I Share My Bitch, How To Get Attention On Flickr (Hint: Thongs), The Endless Summer of the Nude Beach Babes, Nude Beach Babe Megapost, Outdoor Pussy @ VoyeurWeb: Flashing It For Cash, Plumpr, Flickr, Blogs and Ethics

Remember that female blogger in China who asked men to send her pictures of their flaccid penises? Yeah, us neither, but the Shanghaiist does and he checks in with an update on her latest saucy adventure. First of all, her name is Hairong Tiantian and for the last few weeks she's been living on the street in Beijing. Actually, not on the street so much as living in a glass box, alongside a male artist in his own box. They're sealed off from each other and the rest of the world, but completely on display for anyone who cares to watch. It's supposed to be an artistic comment on the "isolation of many couples in today's hectic, time-starved world" but it's mostly become an exhibition of Tiantian and the sexy lingerie that she spend most of her day lounging around in; the only symbolism that passersby seem to be contemplating involves her baby doll outfits and fishnet stockings. In case you haven't figured out that she's a bit of an exhibitionist, there's also some photos of her hanging out on a bridge without her shirt. Only a few days left to see the girl in the box, but we're guessing this won't be the last time she manages to garner some attention.

· "Hairong Tiantian turns heads (and raises them, too?)" (slideshow @ shanghaiist.com)

Previously: Morning Wood: You're All Persistently Aroused

The sight of a lover, the sound of a moan, a caress on a thigh, the taste of a bicep, the smell of pussy juice all over your face ... today's roundup of some our favorite new writing from the sex blog scene gets back to basics with a sexy tour of the nerve endings, synapses and pheromones that transform desire into neural fireworks. With all five senses working overtime, you can bet that some sort of overload is going to be part of the bargain.

Make sense of it all with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Something to Remember

So the last week or so, the wife has been . . . well . . . bitey. Now I don't mean she nibbles, nor do I mean that she nips. I mean full-fledged bites. I have the bruises to prove it. My left arm is covered, shoulder down across the bicep, her favorite place to get me. Those are just bruises, the ones on my thigh you can tell they are bite marks. Perfect little bruised rings in the shape of a mouth. And of course I have them scattered around my chest as well.

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The Audio Voyeur: Mia

Sitting in her closet with incoherent pleasure smeared all over the palm of my hand like sweat, I slowly began stroking myself. I was leaning back against the wall, my pants unzipped so that I had access to everything between my legs.

Warming myself up and gaining my rhythm, she peeked her head into the closet. She said, he's coming up, now. You sure you're going to be okay in here? Just . . be quiet. This will be hot . . .

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Connection

I love it when you watch me. I love being displayed for you. I love the feel of your hands roaming my body for your pleasure.

I want to be displayed for you now, but I want to be close to you as well. I crave that connection with you. So, lay your body perpendicular to me. Nudge your cock against my aching folds. Feel my slick heat envelope your cock as you push gently inside of me. Hear me sigh deeply as I feel complete with you inside of me.

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MC Hammer

But then something appropriate started playing—something light, airy, sexy and most importantly, non-intrusive. I relaxed and let myself drift again, responding to the aching in my body, gasping as Anna's fingers finally plunged into my starving cunt. She wiggled her fingers, she plunged them in and out. She massaged and beat my g-spot with her fingertips and then she simply pressed it as her tongue continued to tickle and tease my clit. I was riding the path she was drawing me along, my body relaxed and ready to let it wash over me. I felt it escalating before me, the crest was quickly approaching and I let myself slip languidly over the edge. I surged and bucked and cried I did a loop-de-loop under Anna's fingers and tongue. Time passed but we stood still, stuck in that moment for what could have been forever.

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Waterfall

I shuddered beneath him, caught up in the quagmire of rampant desire. My body was afire, fueled with passions that claimed me in such intensity that I found herself moaning and gasping at the same time. My nails held on to him, as if he was the lifesaver on this tidal wave of white-hot passion. Orgasms whipped all over me and through me, shaking me to the core. I spurted cum into his mouth, ejaculating time after time until his face, moustache and goatee were fully covered. He didn't stop, each orgasm only fueling him with more ardent desire. I felt hot, so damn hot, like I was caught up in an inferno of ecstasy.

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See also: Sugasm #77: The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive