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Previously: Fleshbot Babes Archive
Original post by Lux Alptraum
You know, Dale Bozzio had it right: When no one listens, there’s no use talking at all. But when the clothes come off and ears prick up, words—or the lack thereof—can have some delicious and lasting effects. In today’s roundup of some of our favorite words from the sex blog scene, these occasionally chatty types go from silent to verbose to downright nasty in their naked conversations. From the quiet, casual nipple-pinching of an exhibitionist in the park to full-on hot wife dirty talk, this is some verbiage you don’t want to miss.
And as long as we’re rolling with the 80’s lyrics, shoot your mouth off with Madeline Glass after the jump; she’ll show you what that hole is for.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Madeline Glass
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The Exhibitionist and the Voyeur Cross Paths
I resume my position. This time, my hand trails down my thigh and my legs part a bit. I idly run a finger up and down my wet slit. I see movement and I freeze. He got up and moved to a closer bench. He has abandoned his book; he is sitting there casually smoking, eyes narrowed and now staring blatantly at me with one hand on the bulge in his pants. Cocky fucker.
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I leaned over and used my thumb to wipe away some of my wetness from his chin, and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. Again he told me how hot I was, and told me how good I smelled. I raised his hand to my mouth again and sucked his damp fingers that had been inside of me.
- The Increasingly Risque Confessions of a Suburban Hotwife
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I heard Jay say in the background, “You’ve got to make him cum.”
At this the stranger quickened his pace in my mouth, his long cock gagging me as it hit the back of my throat. I had one hand around his balls, squeezing and kneading while the other rested on is thigh. He reached down and clasped the hand I had on his thigh to prevent me from stroking him. Soon his hot cum was filling my mouth as I heard him moan above me.
When it was done, Jay had me on my back, still blindfolded and tossed a dildo at me.
“Fuck yourself. We want to watch you cum,” he said.
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I would tease him the whole way back to my apartment. The teasing ranged from me talking suggestively to rubbing close to his cock on the outside of his pants. I love to watch a guys cock dance as I touch around it. His cock was rock hard and pitching a nice tent when we arrived at my place. However, my teasing wasn’t done quite yet. As we walked to the door, I would periodically rub up against him. He would react by grabbing my ass or other part of my body in an attempt to tease back. My last bit of teasing happened at my door. I acted like I was going to unlock the door and “dropped” my keys. This gave me a chance to bend over in front of him and rub my ass up against his cock. He gave my ass a good slap and told me I was going to get more of this.
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My inner thighs are stretched—echoing the space where his body was just hours before—legs wrapped tightly around his waist or torso or tossed haphazardly over my head or his shoulders.
My pelvis feel abused, mashed repeatedly with his lean, taut frame.
My breasts are tender things—sensitive to the touch—remembering bouncing furiously as he took me and being held tightly to his chest.
My cervix has the dull ache of being battered from behind—the position where his cock slid in the very deepest.
My arms and shoulders tell the tale of being on all fours…
And how.
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“How often do you fuck him?” I asked her again, wanting a response to a previous question she’d been vague on. I had my cock right up against her slit, ready to push in.
“More than you,” she answered, practically spitting the answer at me. Her tone was exceedingly caustic.
But that was it, that perfect turn of a phrase that made the whole scene super charged. More than you. The implication in those three words, that she’d been giving him her body while denying it to me, made me weak in the knees. I plunged into her, and it wasn’t two minutes later I was spurting inside that amazing pussy, her words still ringing in my ears.
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See also: Sugasm #143: The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
Thumbnail via Big Tits Boss (TGP/preview gallery @ realitykings.com, via Ask Jolene)
Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive
Original post by Fleshbot
We might have overlooked CJ here in last week’s roundup of hot bald models, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t worthy of your attention—she didn’t earn her title as Viv Thomas’ current Babe of the Month for nothing, you know. Next time we do a roundup of Hot Bald Babes Who Also Happen To Be Pretty Handy With A Dildo, though, we’ll make sure she’s at the top of the list. (Click thumbnail for gallery.)
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• CJ (profile @ vivthomas.com)
Original post by Fleshbot
Remember our recurring issue with marital aids that insert a level of difficulty into something you can already do with your hands, junk, or skull? Well, we were pleasantly surprised upon receiving Blowfish’s functional pair of Tootsie Roll-textured dildos, the Stallion and the Colt, until we realized that they could also be stuck to the wall. Our two female readers who don’t already write for us as well as any interested male parties will be delighted to know that standing room only events need no longer be unpleasant.
As often as I can get away with it, I am going to spend the summer with these dildos, scaling buildings like a mountaineer, improvising hat racks where none existed (because the elegant gentleman still wears hats), and walking into rooms filled with enemies, dildos blazing.
But let’s talk about you. The silicone Stallion and its shorter amigo are both solid and hypospadic in the way the culture demands. And you don’t have to mount them on a wall to mount them again; each is a hardworking dildo that can be worn in a harness or manually jammed every which way with abandon, glee, and adult supervision.
Or get two and stick them together. Whatever you do, go fuck yourself.
· Stallion & Colt Dildos (blowfish.com)
Original post by Gram Ponante
Everyone knows that the difference between “erotica” and “porn” is the frequency of extreme closeups of a penis moving in and out of a vagina. But when you’re shooting your own personal amateur masterpiece at home (and without the help of Swedish authorities) how can you get that special balls-eye view to make your final product look as good as the professional kind? Here’s one solution: build your own homemade dildo cam! With a little glue, a few wires and some good old fashioned ingenuity, you can take viewers on a ride on that train as it enters the tunnel. (Note: Actually installing a camera in one’s scrotum is still best left to the pros.)
· DIY Dildo Cam (homemade-sex-toys.com)
Original post by Dashiell Bennett