Sex Blog Roundup: Dirty Girls

Best thing about getting dirty: Coming Clean.

We're all for sweet and wholesome love stories—the kind that cause eyes to roll at the perfection of it all—but let's face it, sometimes it's too much. Sometimes you're tired of "making love" and you just want to fuck. And you want to fuck a girl who likes to FUCK. A girl who's a little bit dirty.

This week, Madeline's rounded up some of the Internet's dirtiest girls and lined them up for your reading pleasure. From a lady fingering herself in her man's office, to a good old-fashioned popping of a girl cherry to a very naughty first date in the park, we think you'll agree: dirty girls are sexy girls.
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his lips traced a cool line back along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat and then up to the lobe of her ear. he nipped once, a little sharply, and she gasped and her eyes flew open as her head lifted to meet his gaze and he laughed and kissed her mouth.

—bad influence girl

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Savannah 2:3 Gwen and Linda in the Bedroom

Linda broke the kiss next. "Please," she said. "Please, make me cum, touch me, oh god, please touch me."

A thrill ran through Gwen as she heard the words. She watched Linda's face, the agony of pleasure so close to the surface. She dipped her head down and kissed Linda's neck and let her hand find Linda's heat.

—Dirty Little Girl

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Amazing Grace

I'd been with other women, but no one like Gracie. The women I'd been with were into gentle kisses and fingering. Licking and cuddling. But Gracie wanted to fuck me. She didn't try to hide it. After the first time she saw me on stage, she sidled up next to me and said she wanted to fuck me good and hard.

—Alicia's Erotic Blog

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Fucking Myself While He's on the Phone

I stroke his leg with my foot and run it up to his crotch - which is bulging, at this point. He gestures to me that he likes what I'm doing and that he will be only another minute or two. I don't care. I'm going for it right now.

I undo his belt and unbutton his pants. I run my hand down into his pants when I hear, "Hey, can I call you back? Cool. Thanks." That's my Sugar!

—My Life As A Southern MILF

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The One With the Fantasies . . . Part Two . . .

‘Please can I come?'

‘No'

Your fingers and tongue, relentless. Hips bucking. Clutching at the sheets.

‘Oh god, please?'

‘No.'

—Sex, Chocolate and Red Lipstick

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An Evening Interlude

After a few minutes he asked me if I was touching myself. When he asked how I could resist, I realized that my hand was tightly gripping my thigh. At his guidance, I slipped a finger into my shorts from below and began softly rubbing my clit, lubricating my finger with the juices flowing freely from inside me. I almost never come through purely clitoral stimulation, but when my hand coupled with his voice, I found myself on that brink and over it, panting as the tremors washed through my body. I was close to exhausted and ready to lie back against the seat, but E told me not to stop, and the sensations just kept coming. And so did I.

—The Adventures of a Sexy PTA Mom

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· See also: Sugasm #170 (sugasm.com)
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