Judging from this week's blogs, the inauguration of President Barack Obama made folks feel all warm and tingly. Or maybe it's just that Cheney's not scaring people in that big black hat anymore. Because, yikes.
Appearances are important, and while we realize that they are not everything, we have to admit that we've thought about our new administration in that way: The Obamas are one sexy duo, and while Joe B. is aiight, that Jill is one serious dish. It's pretty obvious that both couples actually have sex, and we think that's pretty hot. It's a new America, and boy, are we horny. This week's roundup has it all, in one Inaugural package: Mutual masturbation, sticky oral pleasures, dirty talkers and filthy sluts. Ah, Democrats in the White House...how we've missed you.
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She began to slide it back and forth, masturbating herself languidly in the late afternoon sun. I did the same, absentmindedly reaching down for my now erect cock which now had started to leak percum juice at a furious rate. We had played this game before, watching each other pleasure themselves in the daytime, gaining something somewhat lurid and sinful about masturbating in the daytime in the sunshine in each others eyesight. We stopped for a minute, catching each others eye, each holding up slick fingertips, smiling at the other in our guilty pleasuring of ourselves.
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There's something that I do when I'm alone and aroused, like reading a steamy piece of erotica on someone's blog or in a novel. I'll find myself subconsciously running the pad of my thumb lightly and slowly over my bottom lip as I'm reading. As I become increasingly more aroused, my mouth will open a very slight bit and my lips part…..the caressing thumb meets the soft tippy-tip of my tongue. Back over wet lips for a bit, and so on. It isn't anything very obvious to anyone else I don't think. It's subtle and might come off as a bored fidget. For, you see, when I'm aroused my mouth just needs to be occupied.
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Perhaps I'll slip my tongue in my cheek and chalk this one up to "helping a friend out," because I have to admit that it was really fun to hear her scream "Fuck me! FUCK ME!" as I tugged her dark braids while pumping into her from behind. Oh, for the Women Upstairs. Interesting.
How can you not enjoy a woman with such vocabulary?
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Once, he was standing at the foot of the bed, my legs over his shoulders. I told him to fuck me like I meant nothing to him. He leaned over and spit in my face...twice. I came. One morning, I was frustrated. We were having trouble establishing a good rhythm. I would think I was going to come, and then I would lose it. I finally asked him to lie still while I fucked him exactly how I needed. He slid his arms around my back and whispered, "Come for me little girl." Instantly, I did.
-Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
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She smells so good. I lick all around her pussy, teasing her. I spread her lips apart and I can see her little clitty poking up, just begging to be licked. I look up at you and you nod your consent. I plunge my tongue deep into her cunt and Oh Fuck she tastes so good. I circle her clit with my tongue then suck it in. Gently at first then harder, then I grab it with my teeth and she jumps and moans just like you do.
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Drunken Fun
I needed to feel like a complete slut, especially with a man who is so damn proper in professional settings. A guy who is regarded as the nicest, most proper gentleman around.
And there he was, his thick rod in my mouth, his hands pulling my head and forcing me to deepthroat him. And despite our mutual drunken state, he did it exactly the way he knows I like, respectfully and forcefully at the same time.
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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive