Newseater - Adult Edition

Some say that the standards for womanly beauty are quite narrow: pale, perfect skin; thin waist; high, firm breasts; gracefully swelling hips; long, shiny hair. To that we say “pah.” We think girls are hot for reasons that have little to do with body type or hair cut. This week’s round-up of the steamiest moments in the sex-blog scene focuses on women who are absolutely gorgeous when they’re screaming in pleasure. We don’t really think their lovers care much about their measurements at those moments, do you?

Look at all the lovely ladies with AlwaysArousedGirl right after the cut.

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A Girl: my future wife

And then there is the reverence, mine.

I sit at her feet for hours and watch her brush her hair. I catch moonbeams in jam jars in an open field in Montana and bring them home to her to use as ribbons to tie around her wrists. I write her poems and she folds them into origami fireflies and strings them around our bookshelves. I tell her every day how stunning she is, how strong; I am breathless with my good fortune at ever gaining her attention.

—Sugarbutch Chronicles

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Over Exposed

The next day I wore jeans to work. Once again as I adjusted them I felt a tingle of excitement. Though no-one could see, I knew. I thought about David for much of my drive, until I turned past my office and into the parking garage and my mind turned to work. I snagged the last spot on the ground floor, holding up traffic behind me as I carefully maneuvered into the small spot. I gathered up my lunch and sweater and bag and paperwork brought home the night before. I clambered out the 8 inches of door space allowed between my car and the next, trying not to drop anything. I juggled for my keys to lock the car. And only then realized my pants were still undone.

—Birds are smart

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My Teacher Was a Porn Star

Ms. M certainly fit the bill (although the memory of her nude Playboy images were fading over time and were replaced with her standing in front of the class – suitably dressed).

Now, Ms. M was strikingly beautiful; perfect skin, bright blue eyes, thick light blond hair, natural and surprisingly not huge breasts, and long, long legs. She was a talented teacher and her motivation to help us learn was inspirational. This was my senior year in high school and for the past six years since I started masturbating, my fantasies were focused on nude women. Suddenly, I was connecting a personality, a real person (!), to the fantasy. Instead of a hurried jack-off session to a picture (or image in my mind) of a nude woman, I was now interacting with the fantasy in my mind. And this produced a whole new level of orgasm.

—Unbroken

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In Which I Have My Cake and I Am Cake Too

Suddenly, something heavy fell on my belly. My whole body jumped. It took me a minute to catch my breath. “What was that?” I said, shocked. “Chocolate,” he said. “With chocolate frosting.” “Omigod, did you put a cake on me?” He didn’t answer me in words. He let his hands talk for him, smearing my torso with broken cake. Cake crumbled across my chest and broke over my shoulders. He rubbed it into my arms and hands to the ends of each finger. He started over at my hips, rubbing cake down my thighs, calves and feet. He put cake between my toes and ate it off. He chewed at the cake on my little breasts.

He stepped onto the table and lay on top of me. He was inside me again and I came.

—Stones In My Pockets

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HUDSON says: How many is too many?

Three fingers inside, curling like my cock, I push deeper. She moans, I pull my three fingers dripping out and I go back to her clit. I rub harder, she’s getting close I can tell,

She pulls her stockings down. I am pushing on her wet clit, rubbing.. her breathing becomes heavier, she’s moaning, “please please”…

Oh Hudson, please..

And her head flies back, she’s cumming. Her body is shaking and pumping like it was being fucked and I can literally hear it splashing on the ground, shooting out of her, on my hand and all over the floor.

—Meyoumutual’s Blog

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Speechless

“What is he doing to you, sweet girl?”

Her lips are clamped shut and she is concentrating. When my voice breaks her reverrie she can only look at me with a look of concern and mild alarm. I wait patiently for a response but she just nods.

“Oh sweetie, please tell me what he is doing?”

My objective has just changed. I know I can ask one of the men for this piece of information but my new desire it to hear something filthy come from Ariel’s pretty lips.

Between gasps as the dildo slides into me, I keep enough composure to tease her mercilessly. Taunting her to speak.

“Is he playing with your pussy? Is he fucking you?”

—Lumpesse

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· Beautiful girl April Flores (gothicsluts.com, via Ask Jolene)
· See also: Sugasm #153 (sugasm.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by AlwaysArousedGirl

Just two days before we gorge ourselves into a food coma with turkey, dressing and enough pies to reach from here to Jupiter, let’s pause to give thanks for all the lovely things in our lives. Like freedom, cheap gasoline, and sex. Ah, the sex. The bloggers featured today have plenty to be thankful for in the bedroom, what with their women riding hard, their men pumping furiously and their sex toy boxes overflowing. Be grateful for floggers, nipple clamps, oral sex, and butch cock right along with them.

Bow your head and pass the pie to AlwaysArousedGirl just after the cut.

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The Madonna and The Fuck Toy, Part I

When we got to my place, he pushed me up against the wall of my living room with his whole body against mine and started kissing me hard. He was breathing heavy and grabbing at my clothes and my breasts like a werewolf. He ripped off my panties and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he still had me up against the wall. He took me into my bedroom and threw me down on my bed.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Anything you want,” I said.

“Yeah!” he said, squeezing my breasts, “you gonna be my fuck toy? You gonna be my fuck toy, baby girl?”

“I’m your whore,” I panted.

He stepped back and pointed at my shirt and skirt. “Off!” he commanded, and I obeyed.

—The Beautiful Kind

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Locks…

I ran my hands up her back, then down her arms, and came to rest on her wrists. I grasped them, and pulled them behind her back, pinning them to her lower back. She let out a little moan as I did this, so I held her wrists in place, as she continued to ride me. She became more enthusiastic, and I was even more excited. I was close to coming, so I held her still by pulling down on her wrists.

Shh! Don’t move!

She stopped, and I rode the sensation, pushing back my climax. After a few moments, I began to move under her, and she started to move again. I took her arms, and pushed them up her back, higher and higher, still holding her captive. Soon I was close to coming again.

—Chateau Hentzau

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The Game

To my left was a small old table, on it, a whip, a cane, a flog, nipple clamps, a paddle, and a knife. An old rusty knife that you could probably etch the words “tetanus” into if you were so inclined. I kept my head down. To my right, on a board placed on the floor was a really big dildo, an Acuvibe and a stack of condoms. He pulled me back by my hair and stared into my eyes. His were like ice and his voice was calm and forceful.

“We are going to play a game slut,” He put a small timer in my line of vision, “You have three minutes to have an orgasm. Those are your tools.” He pointed to the vibe and dildo to my right. I started to melt into myself. Away were thoughts of friends, and parties, men who hurt me, and the responsibilities of my life. I was here, and I was His- and I knew that losing focus would cost me, dearly. I was to come within three minutes, or there was a card to be drawn. He showed me a small stack of green cards and written on the back were the names of the tools on the table. Whip, cane, ect… knife. I got a chill.

He had me turn on my knees and face him. I slipped off my heels behind me. This all seemed so strange and foreign to me, I almost wanted to giggle. This is why they call it a scene, I thought to myself.

“Ready, slut?” I nodded- to be responded with a slap across my face, “Answer me!”

“Yes sir,” I said softly, wondering why I can never just behave.

—Bad Bad Girl

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Would You?

…he pulls my hands beneath my bottom and forces me to arch slightly up toward him, and then he kisses. A barely there kiss beneath my naval, and I moan as I try to rock my hips, to move them … to arch higher. But his chin presses down against me and he pulls my hands further beneath me, so that they are cupping my cheeks. He places his hands over mine now and presses his fingers in around mine and together we squeeze my tender cheeks.

I can feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth moves lower … soft breath caressing my skin, and I moan softly but it turns to a gasp as his lips press against the delicate folds of my skin.

—His to Spank, His to Love

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Microfantasy Monday #2: offering

I paused and looked over the toys arranged on a table next to the platform. Choosing a paddle, I ran it down the spine, retracing the path my fingers had taken. This time a low moan escaped her throat and her hips began to move. The paddle slid between her cheeks and below, until it was against her clit. Her moans were louder now and she worked herself against the paddle. I reached up and pulled her hair away from her face, then thrust two fingers into her mouth. She started sucking them immediately, eager to please me and hoping I’d please her. I enjoyed watching my fingers slide in and out of her tightly pursed lips, and my butch cock twitched in response and in anticipation.

—Butchtastic

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U is for… Underneath

That’s the only accurate description for what may be daintily termed the astride position. She’s on top. She’s bouncing up and down, perhaps increasing in speed, and that’s riding. No need for spurs and a hat - unless you’re really kinky - but she’s riding, and that’s what feels good. Everything is reversed; I’m still looking at her, but upwards. There’s better visibility, too; I can see her breasts, she can see my chest. I can see her skin, hold her sides, finger her clit. I can even kiss her if I sit up briefly. I can rub her nipples… and all the while, she’s riding me, and my cock is deeper inside her than ever because, frankly, where else does it have to go? There’s no out-and-in, there’s just deep-and-very-deep.

—Innocent Loverboy

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· Thumbnail star Yurizan Beltran (clubyurizanbeltran.com, via Ask Jolene)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by AlwaysArousedGirl

We hear it all the time at Fleshbot world headquarters: Dudes like it when the ladies take some initiative in the fucking department. Not necessarily in the dominatrix-wielding-a-cattle-prod way (unless that’s what you’re into, in which case, yay for scary dominatrices with cattle prods)! Clearly, women who know what they want and how to get it are intriguing and sexy. The take-charge ladies in this week’s Sex Blog Roundup are just that: from sadistic to orally talented to, well, Mexicanas sexuales, they’ll leave you hot and bothered and taking notes.

Join Madeline after the jump, and let the girls take over. Shhh, don’t talk, it ruins our concentration.

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A Long Way Away

I am a submissive masochist.

My wife made me crawl and bathe her body and fuck her with all sorts of leather accessories on. She beat me. She beat me so hard the flogger started falling apart, so hard my body lit up like it used to — I woke up. That’s the only way to describe it. I woke up and remembered who I was. What I was.

-Under the Boot

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It is Your Night

It must have been good, because it wasn’t too long before he groaned, his head went back and her grabbed her head in his hands, holding her tight to him as he came, shooting his load in my wife’s mouth. Her head moved faster as she sucked and bobbed, taking it all, sucking him dry. When it was over, she pulled back, still holding his cock, and turned to smile at me, licking her lips and opening her mouth to show me his cum on her tongue. She smiled and swallowed, saying, “He tastes good honey, give me a kiss.”

-Watching My Wife

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Buddy is Invading Your Dreams Now

We decide that we can’t make it back to my place in time so we sneak back into the ladies room; the thought of being caught making it more arousing.

I work my way down your chest to your rock-hard cock. I take it into my mouth ever so slowly. I suck your cock working you closer and closer to the point of no return. Then I back off and start all over again.

-We Are the People Your Parents Warned You About

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Sex

I’m not an expresser during sex. I am a parrot. I am a squeeze doll with a string, programmed minute to minute by another’s voice. This is not how I like it. My personal opinion about it was not sought. Nor was this discussed beforehand. I do not even think that my Mistress planned for it to be this way. It’s just something that developed…as over years of punishment and restraint and mutation of mental state it just grew that Mistress found less and less interest in hearing me talk except to repeat whatever vile sounds, or sentiments, she chose to produce with my voice box.

-Why is Alexis Alexis?

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In the Car

before I knew it I am driving north on the drive (Lake Shore Drive) and she is up on her knees and bending over me, taking my cock in her mouth.

Now I can DO the whole “head while I’m driving” thing but not like she gives head. And not while she is in heat. She is amazing. I know other men have said the same thing. As a matter of fact, EVERY man she has ever been with said the same thing; best head EVER. And it’s not an exaggeration. It’s fucking amazing.

-Ambient Storm’s Provocative Persiflage

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Visit to Mexican Girlfriend’s Home

I spent four days in Mexico at the home of Mexican Girlfriend, her three sisters, and, as it turned out, her hot mother. Five gorgeous women and my dick. I was treated royally by everyone. They catered to my every need—-sexually and otherwise. There was just two problems…

-SexHobbyist

*****

· Thumbnail star: Jandi Lynn (wannawatch.com, via Ask Jolene)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by Madeline Glass

Some of us are breast lovers. Others are partial to asses. The bloggers in this week’s round up of some of the sauciest writing on the ‘net prefer legs, and we say more power to ‘em. Long, strong and unparalleled in their ability to provide leverage during naughty activities, legs serve as the inspiration for much seductive glee to these bloggers. From whence does a leg-fetish spring, we might ask. A picture glimpsed in our youth? A movie featuring a panty-clad anti-hero? Does it matter? We say heck no. We’ll just be happy to enjoy the view.

Get a leg up with AlwaysArousedGirl right after the jump.

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Legs

“I really like the way I didn’t like having my legs held open like that,” I whispered.

“Being exposed and helpless? Only a dirty girl like you would like something like that,” he growled back at me.

“Yes Sir.” And so it begins. The words that burn like fire and go straight to my cunt.

—Journey Into Submission

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Sex Camp 2008: Wherein I learn fishnets chafe

Standing on a porch, outside a garish yet oddly tasteful orgy room with moans leaking out the door, and a gorgeous man in stockings standing quite close to me. Heels, fishnet thigh high stockings, and a vinyl skirt, with all my favourite parts accessible to my wandering hands, and oh, wander they did. I love textures too, fishnet over a strong thigh,sexy panties over delightful ass…

This must be why men in skirts are so hot. The legs and the ass are right there, on display, in a way that a suit just can’t show them off, and again, that accessibility thing. I love it!

—Heart Full Of Black

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A New Cuckold

She pushed me back on to the bed as she allowed her beautiful breasts to swing free, then with a flourish she whipped off her skirt, and threw it across the room to land on top of my hastily discarded clothes. I lay back on my elbows mesmerized by the vision of loveliness before me. Lisa stood looking down at me almost with an air of triumph, she knew by the look on my face that I was entranced, then, with her hands above her head she slowly danced around the bed. She was still wearing her sexy panties, nylon stockings and high heels as she joined me on the bed, pushing me on to my back and then straddling me with her legs and sitting on my chest. As she looked into my eyes I was suddenly aware of the heat from her pussy and the undeniable aroma of recent sexual activity.

—hotwifeblog.com

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Ordinary

”Fuck me now” She demanded. ”Just bang me a good and hard”.

So I knelt up between her splayed knees, cast one momentary, longing, glance at her tight little arsehole, spat on my cock to wet it and drove it into her soaking, expectant cunt. A few hard, bone-jarring jolts, then a frantic rutting at frightening speed, back to the slow deliberate pounding, then back to the frenzied fucking. We were both well-primed and neither of us lasted long. Heather reached back between her legs and was certainly stroking my balls; whether she was pleasuring herself as well, I don’t know. But I do hope so. We certainly both peaked at the same time, she gasping as I pumped my load into her and doggedly kept going in an attempt to prolong her pleasure as much as possible.

—Northern lights and sleepless nights

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Untitled

I smile at the sight of his softening cock, nestled on the pillow of his balls. I love that cock in all its moments.

I edge my body down and take his cock in my mouth. It curls into my mouth, and I roll my tongue around it. He tastes just slightly sweet. “I don’t think I can,” he says, but I feel him swelling and straightening.

“I want to ride you,” I tell him. I reach down beside the bed for my secret weapon. I wrap the soft leather and velcro under his balls and around his cock, guessing at the right tightness.

—Birds are smart

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Customer Service, Part 3

Sir sat across from us on the couch, smiling.

i slid the blade under the front clasp of her bra and, looking into her eyes with a grin, cut through the fabric, exposing two very hard nipples.

Moving behind her, i ran the tip of the scissors down the middle of her back, watching her muscles tense. i placed the tip of my tongue on her lower back and it made her jump in surprise. Enjoying the taste of her fear, i licked up her spine as she shivered in response, and then quickly snipped through the tie of her thong, letting it fall to the floor. i ran my fingers over her beautiful, round ass and pinched.

“On your hands and knees, slave, and present your ass to Sir.”

—Uncommon Curiosity

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· Thumbnail star Veronica
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by AlwaysArousedGirl

It’s time. The time of year when you can’t escape the whining kids at the Super Target begging for toys, the “casual” hints your girlfriend drops about a certain shiny thing, or the surprise emails from your long-lost nephew with a link to his online wishlist. Nice, kid. Yep, people want stuff. Here at Fleshbot, we’re no different (well, maybe we’re a little bit, er, different) from Aunt Josie: We want some Isotoner slippers, too. It gets chilly jacking off to the best sex writing on the Internet all winter long. Today, our picks highlight the things people want in bed. From fandamnfuckingtastic masturbation to the way a big man can make a girl feel all gooey inside, these bloggers warm our hearts with their physical—not material—wants.

Madeline hand-knitted you a pair of palmless gloves, after the jump.

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Stress Relief

So I went to the bar for a strong, cheap drink, and maybe a little trouble. I parked around a corner across the street and went in. It was pretty dead that night, but Earl was hanging out at the corner of the bar nearest the door. Possibly due to the scarcity of company that night, he seemed unusually happy to see me.

I took a seat next to him and got a drink. He ordered another. He’s usually a brood-into-his-drink type, but tonight he was actually kind of chatty. As we caught up, he made little attempt to hide his glances to my cleavage.

-The Other Side of Summer

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Can’t Help Myself

Maybe it has been his slow drip of titillation, or my expanding submissiveness, or perhaps my ovaries crying out for satisfaction. Whatever .. I had tried to keep my fingers out of my pants, at least until the weekend, but i was not going to make it. Not unless i was prepared to crash the car or break another plate. The house was already clean, and even vigorous exercise wasn’t taking away the sting.

Finally, thankfully, a little push at a weak moment and my knickers were airily discarded.

-Carnalis

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Dominance, Submission & Oral Sex

For whatever reason, it has always been difficult for me to just lie or sit back and receive a blowjob. It is pleasurable to have my cock sucked, to be sure, but I have always had trouble being just a recipient of oral sex. Inevitably I will either want to turn the blowjob into a 69 session, so that I can get some of that good stuff for myself, or else I’ll assume even greater control of the matter and turn the blowjob into a mouth-fucking exercise. I could count on one hand the number of times in my life that I’ve been able to sit or lie there long enough to let a woman suck me off.

-Hamlet & Lorali’s Pornotopia

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My Two Favorite Toys

At first, I was just casually rubbing myself. However, it wasn’t long before my fingers started to focus on my clit. I pushed my sweats around my waist so that I had full access and laid flat on my back with my legs spread just a little bit. Instantly, I turned the full speed on and rubbed my clit as quick as I could. When my hand needed a rest, I slid two fingers into my already very wet pussy and finger fucked myself.

-Anal Amy

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My Wife With Her Old Lover

Well Frank was there, and we had two drinks, then three, and before she could say much Frank was kissing her and feeling her up. After that she just melted into his arms as he slid his hand up her skirt and started fingering her married cunt. He slowly undressed my wife as he kissed, fondled and fingered her. When he had her stripped down to her stocking and heels he got up and dropped his pants in front of my very worked up wife. As his cock sprang free of his underwear, my loving wife slide her mouth down till her nose touched his stomach. She started sucking his cock like it was the first time. After a few minutes Frank got down on his knees and spread my wife’s legs, pushing her knees up and out, as her got her to guide his cock into her very wet, willing married cunt.

-Cuckold Blog

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open

i want giant hands and broad shoulders and a tall man who will make me feel small. i want someone who will use me and caress me and knows when to do which and i most definitely want a long, thick cock that will take my waiting body and fuck it hard and harder still.

i want to feel testicles slapping against my aching clit and hear my breath sobbing out of me as i fight to keep from being thrust right off my own knees and to keep my head from hitting the wall. but i won’t care if it does.

i want to hear growls from behind me and feel sweat drop on to my flexing back as you fuck me so hard i practically see stars.

-badinfluencegirl

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Thumbnail star Elle Sommers (pornmonkeycash.com, via Ask Jolene)
· See also: Sugasm #152 (sugasm.com)
· Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

Original post by Madeline Glass