As snow transforms the view from your cubicle and makes your morning commute really suck, Madeline Glass discovers that, as it turns out, pussies are a lot like snowflakes.
So, the Eskimos have, like, a hundred words for snow, right? Wet, dry, sticky, pellet-y, drifty, and so on. Which got us thinking, as we darted from blog to blog this week, that pussies are a lot like snowflakes. You can call a pussy a kitty, a slit or a cunt (or any number of other, more colorful terms), but you will never find two pussies that are exactly alike. And, well, that just makes us melt.
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The Twenty-Fourth Post
I was burying my face in her covered cunt now, she was cooing and moaning, and then I unsnapped the buttons on the crotch of the lace teddy she wore under her skirt and blouse, and my tongue sank in the butter of her wet cunt, and disappeared immediately in her slick void. She tasted great, like citrus, and smelled faintly of sweat, and musk, and piss. I took her lips in my lips. I took her clit between my teeth. I made her cum that way, then I fucked her with two fingers till her body shook.
-A Gentleman Whore
Beauty and Perfection
He moaned as I sucked, his cock already throbbing, needing me. He sat up slightly and pulled my lips to his. I crawled on top of his thick cock, feeling just the tip enter my slit, hesitate, enjoy the wetness and warmth, before he pushed me down and simultaneously thrust upward, impaling me on his cock.
-Between My Sheets
Making Him Beautiful
The punishment stopped long enough for him to suck in a deep breath and he felt her soft hair brush across bruised skin and her teeth sink deep into his muscle, compressing already aching flesh until he stopped whimpering. The teeth biting down a little harder then, never quiet letting him get used to the pain before adding more.
Flashes of movement told her his eyelids had rolled back into his skull, and through the glare of a pain induced static haze he heard her voice.
“Right now you are more sexy than you have ever been to me.”
-Little Submissions
Processing
once our layers were in place, i was fucked anonymously. my features did not matter. i became a quivering mass inside my case. an object, a plaything.
after a while we lay there panting, removing everything with carefulness in which we put them on. shedding layer after layer.
and all the coldness and anonymity was cut by the pink mass that became our bodies as we drifted to sleep.
-Map of Kansas
Under The Quilt
Familiar territory, predictable results.
The room fills with her gentle sounds.
My hand cupped over her pussy,
her wetness everwhere.
I touch, I paw, I tap her clit.
-Dirty and Thirty
Younger Men and Black Framed Glasses: My Weaknesses, Apparently.
I turned onto my stomach and he lay against me, bucking slightly. He slid a finger inside me and he moved his hips back and forth so I could feel his dick against my thighs. His dick felt stiff, the skin silky. I felt my pussy start to pulse again, and I reflected that maybe having sex on the first date wasn’t such a bad idea.
-Living Somewhat Dangerously
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· Thumbnail stars Bella and Ashanti (metmodels.com)
· See also: Sugasm #154 (sugasm.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive
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Original post by Madeline Glass
When this movie first arrived, our eyes were naturally drawn to the hot naked chick in chains; we didn’t pay as much attention as we might have, and we thought it was called “Sensory Overlord.”
Though we all want to impress our partners all year long in bed, now’s the time that we start thinking about putting on our best behavior for Jolly Ol’ Saint Nick as well. The bloggers in this week’s selection of juicy sex-blog moments wonder how much they can get away with while still staying on Santa’s good side. Will they get presents if they spent too much time masturbating? If they broke the toys the big guy brought last year? If they played dirty games with dangerous knives? And if they wished it really really hard, would Santa bring them some brand new rope?