How do we love thee, voyeurism? Let us count the ways. From fingers to asses, this week’s picks appreciate looking at it all. We promise you’ll find something that perks up you, um, holidays.
You know how the excess of the holidays crowds out all the little things you used to take pleasure in? Yeah, we know. Today’s roundup features folks who get off on the little things: The way a woman’s fingers curl around her phone, an ass walking ahead on the stairs, and the way you can tell—just by the way she dances—how a girl will fuck once you finally get her naked. Madeline’s done the work; now sit back and enjoy.
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On Men
I don’t bother to hide my lusty gaze as I eye his body up and down—from his wet, jet-black hair to his flexing shoulders, to his taut belly, to his cock-at-rest, to his forever-legs and all the way down to his long feet. Every bit of him tall and refined. All dripping with the white foam of the hotel soap, curling in wisps around his toes before scurrying down the drain and leaving him clean in its wake.
-The Seduction of Infidelity
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Fingers
I’ll often find myself sitting on a train, or in a restaurant, just gazing at the slender, smooth and soft fingers of a woman who is pretty enough that most men would be drawn to her face. As she grips her book, her bag, or even her blackberry, I watch her fingers curve and bend, imagining how they would feel firmly holding my arms, or furrowing through my dark silky chest hair.
-Mendicatus
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Taking a Ride with Mister and Sir
She watched his mouth move as he spoke to her husband and wondered what he tasted like. Her eyes roamed down to his hands and imagined them tangled in her hair as he whispered filth in her ear. She pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness growing between them as she began to undress him with her eyes.
-Memoirs of a MILF
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Pause
We were fully clothed, in a slightly chilly hotel room. I sat on the bed, leaning back and looking up at her, dressed entirely inappropriately for November. The lipstick was smudged from kissing, her blouse unbuttoned to expose the black, shiny fabric of the basque underneath. A little breathless, she swayed on her high heels, reflexively smoothing down the front of her skirt.
-MonMouth
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The soaking wet massage
Having a driveway leading to the front door, she opened the door semi-naked without worrying about being seen by neighbors. She was just what I expected, except that she was shorter than I expected, 5′3 to at most 5′5. 6′ is tall, and 5′1 is very short. It’s hard to tell unless you are standing face to face. Height is immaterial unless you are looking for a partner to have big babies.
After a little formalities she led me up the stairs, showing off her tight bottom, with me sniffing it two steps behind her.
-The Player
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In response to what you want
There is so much you can tell about the way someone fucks by how they dance, and the way someone dances by how they fuck; but I’ve never seen you dance. Still, I can imagine how your torso slides and arms carry out the movement, how you can pop your hips to accentuate strong moments.
I would try to keep up with you on the dancefloor just as I try to keep up with you when we fuck - you carry me high and I follow your guidance, despite that I am making the choices. It is your body that dictates my choices, your breath, your responses, the precise way you gasp “oh god” and start to shake. In dance it is the same: I take your lead and match your rhythm until we are so synchopated that I can move you, can create variations on a theme and read you well enough to know you’ll follow where I lead.
-Sugarbutch Chronicles
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· Thumbnail stars: Voyeuristic cast of “Chemistry 4″
· See also: Sugasm #155 (sugasm.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive
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Original post by Madeline Glass
Nikki Nova, who turns 37 today, once fell off a horse and hit her head. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, though, just like you probably wouldn’t guess that she’s 37.
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Cherie