Is it just us, or have the past few days been hornier than usual? Seems that ever since voters elected that handsome young Barack Obama president of the US, the Internet's best sex bloggers have gotten sexier and--dare we say it?--even bloggier. Can you remember where you were when the results were announced and you realized that 1. You sort of felt a little sorry for Grampa McCain, and 2. No matter how many "serious-looking" clippy things she puts in her hair, Sarah Palin looks way better in a photoshopped bikini picture covered in your spooge than presiding over the Senate? We bet this Friday's bloggers will remember exactly who er, what they were doing when the first African-American president was elected, and we thank them for their contributions to our wank logs.
Madeline's got the black light after the jump.
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Everyone has a special moment when the remember exactly where they were when that moment occurred. Last night, Senator Barack Obama became President-Elect Barack Obama. I will always remember where I was. Why? Because I was upstairs banging the shit out Snowball.
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I would be on my tummy and I would feel his hands, caressing my ass. Then I feel his finger slide inside my awaiting wet pussy. He had nice long slender fingers and he put 2 inside me. My "walls" got a nice massage and then he HITS that g-spot. My eyes started to open wide and I could not catch my breath. It's a feeling and sensation that woke up my entire body. And I cried and moaned like crazy. He keep fingering me until he knew I would cum.
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"I really shouldn't let you in," she said. "My boyfriend doesn't like having any traces of you inside me when I'm with him."
"Does that mean you're seeing him soon?" I said, playing along but still positioning myself. I was kneeling between her legs, picking the top one up so I could spread her open.
"Tomorrow," she said.
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As he circled around me, I stood there confidently knowing I looked phenomenal. And I felt powerful, too. Although I was submitting to his fantasy, I still very much in control and as he pushed me down on the bed, I smiled teasingly. Months earlier, he had confessed a secret desire to experience something that he had never tried before. When I read about it, I cringed. I had yet to try anal sex and the thought of it intimidated me.
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I was under the impression we were taking it easy, until she unzipped my jeans and took my half-hard cock in her mouth. Sitting on her sofa, I had been in her small North London flat for less than 10 minutes, and already I was having this enjoyable problem: When the hostess hands you a glass full of sparkling water, then immediately goes down on you, where do you put the glass?
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He's so good at fucking me now, and it's easy and sweet and nice and a little bit sad all at once, but I usually manage to keep the mood light. With his cock pressing nicely against my G-spot, he pulled back and smiled down at me. He pushed the hair from my cheeks and said something about how rosy they were; about how nice I looked.
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