Newseater - Adult Edition

Nights are long and days are short here in the Northern hemisphere, which is bad for working on a tan but great for gettin’ busy. Read on for some sizzling nighttime adventures with AlwaysArousedGirl.

With so little sunlight, we may as well make use of all that darkness and get up to some undercover naughtiness. The bloggers in this week’s round-up do. These naughty nighttime lovers generate their own mid-winter heat. Who needs the sun when there’s porn to watch, sex clubs to visit and Christmas trees to decorate (and fuck in front of)? We sure don’t. Turn down the lights and read on.

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dirty talk.

We developed a strange routine. He’d come over to my apartment late at night, when I’d be in the middle of doing something quiet, like reading. A little drunk and a little coked up, he’d strip out of his clothes and pull out his cock. And then he’d ask questions about the sex I was having with other men, and I’d answer him slowly, meting out details while he jerked off to the sound of my voice. He’d ask how many men, how often, what I did, what it felt like, whether I came.

Sometimes he’d open his eyes and tell me to strip, slowly, while he watched.

—debauchette

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She showed me her keister.

Shayne only-slightly-demurely asked me if I would be ok with me if she jilled herself as we watched Slade turn on all fours, her stout round bottom (very like Shayne’s herself) being smacked and held as she got fucked hard.

As if I would say no.

I held my baby close as her hand delved into her warm folds, and enjoyed her faint shaking and gasps as she stroked that magnificent clit of hers that I’ve come to learn so well. It wasn’t long before I slipped to the floor with a smile, opening Shanye’s legs before me as she giggled and gave me access to her beautiful cunt. (Have I ever mentioned how she loves that word?) Swabbing and teasing her, my tongue darted throughout her thick and friendly seam, the tip of my tongue darting above and around her girldick.

—-Urban Roguery

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Sex Report: Gimme More

I decided I might as well tell her the truth. Maybe she’d even be into it.

“Thinking about doing this,” I said, and repositioning myself slightly I lifted my left hand off the bed, supporting my weight entirely with my right. Then I put my left hand on her throat, my fingers wrapping around her lovely neck. I didn’t squeeze, didn’t choke her or try to cut off her breathing. I just held my hand there, gripping her just tightly enough that there was no way she could forget it.

Her neck felt delicate and small under my hand. I could feel her windpipe just beneath my palm, could detect every breath and swallow. It was a powerful feeling, dominating and very, very aggressive.

—Sex.Life.Blog

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Private club

She pulls my g-string to one side, exposing the cleft of my bottom, pulls my cheeks apart to access my tight rosebud. Her soft mouth on my ass, her warm tongue pressing against my tight little hole. I moan, trying to spread my legs wider, but impossibly hobbled by the tight hem of my skirt. She delves with her pink kitten tongue, purring against me, the vibrations driving me crazy, and I beg her. I can hear the smile in her voice when she pulls away, and I can hear the zip of her zipper as she undoes her tight pants.

The soft head of a thick dildo replaces her tongue at my asshole, and with little effort, she slides into me, fucking me gently, but confidently, gathering my hair in her hand to pull my head back, urging my back to arch, to take her in deeper.

—Thursday’s Child has far to go…

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Taking a Ride with Master and Sir

As her husband slid into the driver’s seat he nodded his permission to her, and she pushed the front seat forward, climbed into the back seat and looked up at her friend invitingly. He wasted no time climbing in beside her as the car rumbled to a start.

His mouth was soft and wet against her throat, his thumb warm as he rubbed it across her lips. She slipped his thumb into her mouth as he kissed his way up to her ear, his hardening cock pressing insistently against her thigh.

“I’m going to unzip my pants now, and you’re going to suck me like you’ve been dying to do all night,” he breathed into her ear.

As he unzipped, she leaned forward and whispered into her husband’s ear, “I’m about to suck his cock, baby.” She left him with several kisses up and down his cheek before she was roughly pulled to the backseat again.

—Memoirs of a MILF

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A Beautiful Tree, A Beautiful Boy….

Of course, when we were finished with the lights, and the sun had faded, we decided to take a break.

Like teenagers, we fell onto the couch, his cock poking me in the hip as we kissed. We knew we only had a set amount of time before my daughter and her fiancee came home.

As I reached into his jeans and pulled out his gorgeous cock, it began to drip in my hand.

—Ambient Storm’s Provocative Persiflage

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· Thumbnail star April (hotslut18.com, via Ask Jolene)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by AlwaysArousedGirl

Oy, Christmas. Sometimes we get a little farblondzhet with the Christmas mishegas. For Fleshbot Jews (and there are lots of us), Chanukah starts Sunday. Light a candle, read some porn. Madeline’s got donuts for glazing.

We love Christmastime here at Fleshbot. It’s almost as good as Halloween for flashing up photos of nubile ladies in decidedly slutty poses (Santa hat + candycane, anyone?). But lest we forget, Chanukah starts Sunday, and Heebs far and near get eight crazy nights of drinking, gambling and eating fried foods. This week’s best of the sex blogs is designed to titillate and inspire, whether you’re wrapping the last of your yuletide gifties, or tossing gelt into the pot and hoping for a Gimmel.

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Sex Report: Climax Crime

So yes, I did in fact promise my wife that I wouldn’t come inside her last night. In fact I promised I was okay with us having sex without me finishing at all.

“Let me fuck you until you come,” I whispered in her ear as my fingers played across her clit, trying to get her worked up to a frenzied state. “I don’t even have to finish. I just want to hear you moan and groan, then we’ll go to sleep.”

-Sex. Life. Blog.

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Not Funny. Not Romantic.

Romance in the modern era usually involves sex except you wouldn’t know it from watching a romcom. These people are too busy not making decisions to have sex: in fact they appear to lack sex organs. Still it’s a good thing. Can you imagine the indecisive, shambolic Hugh Grant character asking for a blow job?

-Woman of Experience

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The Church

I do not know this love from my rational mind, nor from much more than a couple of baskets of experience. But I know this love. When I leave her, I taste it on the tip of my first cigarette and I see it in the highway lanes swerving endlessly back to my gray, morning bed.

-The Provocateur

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Paddles

Each blow was getting harder. I could tell it was almost the end when he paused. He crouched next to me and looked at my face. There were some tears there, but I hadn’t fallen apart. “Maybe just six more,” I thought, hoping that he would have mercy on me.

“Kitten, how many more? Pick a number between 1 and 10.”

-His Kitten

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Desire at the Office

She feels her pussy gushing as he tugs harder and harder at her erect nipples. She slides her hand down between her legs gathering some of the flowing juices there and bringing it up between their lips. They both lick and suck the sweetness from her finger moaning into each other’s mouths, their tongues melting together. She turns her head to watch for just an instant as he tugs viciously at her nipples, his cock spearing her backside until he urgently turns her around, seats her on the faucet, and sinks to his knees before her open legs.

-Memoirs of a MILF

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Fact…Or Fiction

As the car gained speed on the highway, his fingers began to flex against my skirt. His fingers inched the soft material up until my knee and thigh were exposed. I drew a deep breath all the while wondering just how far I would let this go. Apparently, my mind was made up as I voiced no objection when he began to travel south toward his home rather than north toward mine. Pushing all thoughts of the consequences out of my mind, I fully gave into “for old time’s sake” and opened my thighs wider as his hand slipped down the inside of my thigh.

-The Naughty One

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by Madeline Glass

Every family’s got the jokester, the trickster, the kookie cousin who turns things upside down for fun. Guess what? We’ve got ‘em too. Join AlwaysArousedGirl after the cut and see for yourself.

These pranksters seem to ignore the fact that Santa’s peeping over their shoulders. Or maybe they just don’t care. In any case, the bloggers in this week’s round-up of hard-on inducing stories have plenty of experience with holiday tricksters. They embrace their inner imps by playing puppy, ignoring their lovers’ pleas for release, and decorating with icing in some decidedly naughty places. But sometimes the tables are turned, making our tricksters worry that the pranks will be on them.

Read on for tales of those on this year’s naughty list.

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Tricky Combinations

Last night, Boy equaled Puppy all over the apartment. Boy chased ball. Boy ate dog food (lump turkey jerky, pepper flavor) and then lapped water from a bowl. Boy wagged his tail. Boy wagged his tail a lot. Boy pounced on my feet and had to be reprimanded and pulled around by his collar, and then Boy spent so much time sniffing at my crotch that I eventually had to undo my pants and let him see what was in there.

—The Daring Adventures of Switch and Boy

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Winter Bliss

“Kiss my mouth while you stroke me” he commanded.

He licked the palm of my hand and moved me back to his cock, past his gently rounded abdomen, then pulled me closer to him. My saliva slickened palm rubbed the head of his cock in slippery circles while I teased his mouth with tender kisses. Only a moment or two had passed when he whispered against my mouth, his tongue intermittently tangling with mine.

“God I want to fuck you!”

I kissed him a little more, pretending not to hear him. I moved my tongue to my palm and licked it, making sure to keep it moist while I teased and tantalized him.

—The Butterfly Temptress

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This Old House

For instance, were i able (and willing) to take each of you on a tour of the House of Deity, seeing as you are here under the kinkiest auspices, i would be able to fully boast of the ways i’ve been able to use everyday objects for devilish intentions.

I’d take you to the bedroom, where i would point out the black, scrolled metal bed purchased from Ikea many years ago. To the average eye, it looks like a nice, Gothic setting for nighttime slumbering, but from the deviant’s perspective they could immediately see how the long bar on the top and all the curly, metallic scrolls provides this sadistic mind plenty of anchorage.

We’d continue on to the kitchen where there sits a common wooden bar stool. Nothing kinky about that, you might say. Not so fast, friend. That stool serves as a very economical spanking bench. With a little rope, my girl is appropriately fashioned to it and given no choice but to stick her cute little tushy up and out.

—The lustful quality of watching her erotic demise

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Fiction - The Date, Part One

I wasn’t sure exactly how to do it, the first move is so hard to make organic and casual. I shifted in my seat, moving a little closer to her. She pulled her skirt to cover some of the expanse of skin between where her socks ended and it began and settled closer to me, so that our shoulders just brushed.

When our bodies touched for that second we turned and faced each other. It was the moment. I moved in and she moved in, and then everything in the world faded and it was just the taste of her vanilla lip gloss and the softness of her kiss and my hand on her side as she turned in to give herself to the kiss fully.

It was perfect, a long slow kiss. Just the slightest brush of our tongues together, the sweetness of her mouth and the lingering spice of our dinners and her cherry coke.

—writingdirty

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Have Yourself a Sexy Little Xmas

Baking gingerbread is a tasty holiday tradition, but this year you can introduce a new twist. Treat your partner to his or her own giant, you-sized cookie! Get a tube of icing or dust yourself with icing sugar and decorate yourself up — better yet, make an evening of it and decorate each other — clearly outlining essential areas with icing. Remember to be careful not to get sugar too close to or inside any vaginas — yeast infections are not very festive. But feel free to put icing on all your other body parts: draw patterns like snowflakes on nipples or create a festive scene on a tummy or back. The best part of this will be licking the icing off - because, honestly, how else are you supposed clean it up?

—the s spot

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Hard Limits

I cleared my throat.

“C,” I demanded, “Did you just pass Ava something?”

C looked sweet, wide-eyed, and defiant, and nodded.

I sighed. “Then you have just given aid and succor to the enemy. I’m afraid that makes you a prisoner, too.” I gestured to the class. “Ladies and gentlemen, please take the appropriate action.” Suddenly there was another goldfish dropped in the piranha tank, and I had two naked prisoners now in my class.

Which proved to make a very interesting, challenging, and fun class, with them conspiring to escape, dealing with predicament bondage, being two hot naked chicks comforting each other through clamps and spankings and hair pullings and rope and me doing my best to look as if I was in complete control the whole time. Of course, inside I’m thinking “If I’m not careful I’m going to end up hogtied on the floor in my own rope” but I’ll never admit it.

—Best Sex Bloggers

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· Thumbnail star Kacey Jordan (myxxxpass.com, via Ask Jolene)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by AlwaysArousedGirl

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

Original post by Madeline Glass

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?

Get your name on the right list by reading on with AlwaysArousedGirl, right after the jump.

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If I Keep Being Naughty, Santa Won’t Bring Me Anything…

I reached down and pulled down my panties, slid one finger between my lips and was surprised to find how swollen and wet I already was. I was laying on my tummy and this realization, caused me to curl my knees up under me so I would be able to reach better. I dipped one finger into the wetness and brought it up to gently stroke my clit. It felt so good, I was already getting shivers down my spine. I circled, flicked and tapped until I came in a rush that started at the base of my neck and finished at my clenched toes.

—What My Friends Don’t Know

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Paramour

I see colors when we make love. When the roughness of our fucking slows down to incredible intimacy. When she slowly kisses my tender parts, I see flashes of white and purple. The pink colored walls turn neon, the Christmas lights strewn about become intensified. A rush of bright blue envelops her entire body and I am at ease. My body is now hers.

—The Vagina Adventures

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Catalina loves Coco’s First Day at Kink.com (FuckingMachines.com)

All hell broke loose. There was no man in the world that would have stopped me from my orgasm at that point. I was sweating and shaking and moaning and right when I was in the middle of my orgasm I BROKE THE MACHINE. It just BUSTED. I have no clue I wasn’t watching it all I know is I came then I looked down and realized it was broke. OOPS!

After that I was ready for another orgasm and I was running around all energized and excited because everyone was saying how sweet it was that I broke the machine with my vagina.

—Catalina Loves

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The Surprise Limit..

She had her fingers on either side of the blade and I felt her slowly pushing into me. I was trying to remind myself to breathe and to not move. After a few moments she exhaled heavily and I could feel the concentration and energy simply flow from her.

I can’t actually remember anything else; I was so spaced out. It was simply that big of an incredible rush.

—kinkykiana

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An Early Xmas Present

Then he bends down, taking my clit in his mouth like it is a small penis. It’s so red, so ripe, so ready for him. I want to fuck him so badly.

‘I want to suck your cock,’ I say.

He laughs and stands up. He is not a handsome man. Not ‘my type.’ He’s a big, burly Irish man with a rounded belly from drinking too much beer, a gold chain with a charm of a Saint hanging from his thick neck, a short beard and a mustache. In his late forties, I have no idea of his relationship status, his job, know almost nothing about him. In the past year we have met maybe half a dozen times, maybe more. I have lost count of when we first met each other and how many times we have shared a room together. It doesn’t really matter. His cock is enormous. As thick as a baby’s arm, about eight inches long…

—Suzanne Portnoy

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If at first…

We all find ourselves at one point or another tying up a tall blonde from Manchester without the proper qualifications. It was all going pretty well. I had passed the soft black bondage rope, doubled up like it should be, in between her legs and through a loop at the back of her neck. There was a thick knot just above her clit, and when I would tighten the rope later, the soft bundle would press against her vulva in a lovely teasing way.

Kneeling on the bed, the black rope on her pale skin, she looked irresistible.

I began tying her arms, weaving the strands of the rope together in a pleasantly symmetrical way… and that’s where the trouble began. I was about to run out of rope.

—MonMouth

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· Thumbnail star Regina Moon (only3x.com, via Ask Jolene)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by AlwaysArousedGirl