Sex Blog Roundup: Voices Carry

Sometimes the sexiest voices are the hardest to hear.

Don't get us wrong, we love noisy sex: the kind where stuff gets knocked off nightstands and headboards threaten to permanently damage drywall. But we hold a special place in reserve for, well, reserved sex. It's intimate and hot and doesn't involve awkward looks from the neighbors the next day. Note the difference between yelling, "Aw, yeah. FUCK. ME." and a whispered, "mmmyeah, baby, fuck me." One is overtly sexual; the other is simply sexy. Not better or worse, just different. This week, Madeline's collected some quieter moments from the blogosphere and has them all wrapped up for you.

Keep it down, now.
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On Being Quiet, Permission and Last Week

I didn't stop V when he pulled my pussy to his mouth. I closed my eyes and focused on every lap of his tongue, trying not to moan for fear that my sister would hear. I felt him slip a finger into my soaking wet pussy, then two or maybe even three, as he licked my warm clit. I ran my hands through that beautiful long hair that I love so much and gasped, "Don't stop," barely audible.

—Between My Sheets

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The Voyeur

Your mind turns over the possibilities. There is sex in the room. I seem calm, but you know I'm watching you. You know I want you. You know I'm thinking about fucking you.
"If you want to..." you begin.
"I do want to, but no. This is all it is. Just this room, now. I want to watch you come for me."

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In the Bluelight

To me, the only kind of woman who is sexier than a completely confident and sexually empowered one is a curious and excited innocent who is opening herself up and on the path to getting there.

I groaned as she stroked me, her soft hand gliding along my shaft and firmly gripping my girth. I was straining. The muscles in my dick were beginning to tighten more and more, needing attention.

"Suck it, baby," I spoke into the blue. "Suck my cock."

—Dirtyboy's Dirty Thoughts

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Dark Fantasy Part 2

And as you run your fingers between your pussy you feel the energy transfer from me to you, its as if you have no control over your body, mind or emotions. You shouldn't be aroused, but your pussy gets very wet with excitement.

I reach back behind your head and grab a handful of hair and tug your head backwards exposing your neck for me to kiss and bite. Sharp pains send mixed signals to your senses. You feel my other hand trace around your hard nipple and the center of your belly.

—Confessions of an Adulterer

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Darkroom

In the eerie darkness of the red room, he started teasing me while the third and final print was in the developer tray. One minute of kissing my neck. He stopped while I moved to the stop bath tray. 20 seconds of pinching my nipples. Fixer tray next, there he spent about 2 minutes kissing me. Finally, the wash, where he spent 4 minutes letting his hands roam and tease under my clothing. During all of this I couldn't do anything – my hands had chemicals on them, and I couldn't let the photo paper just sit there in tranquil liquids. As I hung the photo up to dry, he stripped down to nakedness. As I washed my hands thoroughly, he stripped me from the waist down. After my hands were dry I threw off my remaining clothes as quickly as I could because he was waiting for me. Sitting on the chair, condom already on, waiting for me to climb onto his lap and impale myself on his cock.

—This Could be Dangerous

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Womolia Heat

Several hours later, I received a phone call from a rather timid delivery man. "Hello, this is DHL, I have package for you."

"I signed the slip...oh, did it blow off?"

"Yeah, it must've blown off in the storm. Ahhh...do you want me to leave your—" he paused to read the label on the package, and his voice got VERY quiet —"electronic vibratory device at your door?"

—e.d.i.d.a.s.

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