Sex Blog Roundup: Tricks and Treats

Ghouls and ghosts head outside for fun this weekend, but the bloggers in this scorching pre-Halloween round-up stay indoors for their tricks and treats. Instead of candy, they indulge in crazy-dirty buttsex, random coffee shop encounters, pleasurably painful bruising and lovingly administered handjobs. No costumes necessary, though donations of candy are gratefully accepted.

Get ready for spooky thrills a'plenty with AlwaysArousedGirl just after the jump.

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On the Prowl, Day Ten

A trail of clothing leads from his front door back to his bedroom and soon I am on my knees in front of him taking his cock into my mouth. His is a thick one and I have to stretch my lips to get around him ... I lick up and down his cock, sucking his balls into my throat and licking deep underneath them. Soon he is pulling me up as he reaches for the condom and puts it on.

In one swift motion I'm on top, riding him, getting off on him. His thickness fills me and I am moaning almost immediately. I rock back and forth on him, getting myself worked up and soon I'm cumming from the friction on my clit and his cock filling me. I'm slick, his cock is soaked and he looks at me and asks me if I want something.

I tell him I want him to fuck my ass.

--I'm Not a Sex Addict, I Don't Go to Meetings

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She uses me and then she's out the door.

Shayne: We wiggle together, warming from sleep to arousal. I feel my pussy start to purr. You kiss my neck and shoulders. We writhe, spooning each other. You tell me you want my ass. I ask you to be patient. I want your mouth first.

Me: One last nibble to your shoulder before I slide down to the foot of the bed, your back still to me. Caressing your legs, I raise your knees to your chest. Such a lovely bum. Your closed petals peek from between your compressed thighs as I tilt my head and swab you gently with a soft tongue. I enjoy parting your ass open when I taste you this way.

Shayne: I like knowing youre looking and enjoying while i slip into the luxury of your mouth on my wet cunt.

--Urban Roguery

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Coffee Anyone?

He knelt between my feet, and reached under my ass to pull me towards him. As he pulled, he aimed his cock, sinking it into me in one thrust. He grunted and I moaned. He was so thick my cunt was being stretched. It felt so good. "Harder," I moaned. He complied. My hands gripped my tits, as he plowed into me. So fucking good. He glanced at the plain titanium band on my left ring finger.

"Your married?"

"Shut up and fuck me. There's no one else here."

--Adventures in (Straight...ish) Barebacking

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Anima

I lay back and spread my legs and smiled; the bruises on my thighs and my breasts mark when I came; when I was gasping in pain, I laughed with pleasure and amusement; I was pushed to my limit, and held tight and safe.

On a bed in a brightly lit room I'm pinned down with pain and I feel myself hold still, fruitlessly resisting. And then I'm soothed, I smile, my body welcomes and fights back, and I feel my muscles under my skin strong and relentless but it's just an illusion really

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--The Naked Truth
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Another Day In Paradise

During mutuals I prefer to go first. That way MY part of the massage isn't rushed! I know that sounds a little selfish but I figure he's paying to massage me so why should I disappoint him? Anyway, if he's not paying attention to the clock, I'll remind him that it's his turn within the last 10 or 15 minutes. I'll start the massage on my belly and have him work my shoulders and upper back. If he's any good at it, I'll let him work me hard since my shoulders almost always need it. I don't care much for lower back or legs, so I'll usually just have him work quickly towards my feet. If he's willing to do feet, I will let him go to town! I love foot massages so much that I've actually bartered extras and options with customers I know give good foot.

Then I'll flip over and let him work my legs a bit, but you, me, and everyone else out there knows that once I'm on my back, attention turns to The Girls.

--Happyendingz - confessions of an erotic masseuse

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Fiction: The Reluctant Actress

"Right here, Mr. Dillon?" she asked.

He frowned. That was his only answer.

Claire took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and started hiking up her skirt. One hand snaked under her skirt and tugged at her panties. Her other hand kept her skirt pulled down so she wouldn't flash the entire city. Taking off one's panties with one hand is hard enough, but trying to do it quickly and discreetly only made it harder. She could feel the heat rushing to her face as she pulled her panties down past her stocking-covered legs. Claire nearly fell over when she tried to pull her foot out of her panties, and of course, Mr. Dillon was no help whatsoever.

--Erotiterrorist

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