The sight of a lover, the sound of a moan, a caress on a thigh, the taste of a bicep, the smell of pussy juice all over your face … today’s roundup of some our favorite new writing from the sex blog scene gets back to basics with a sexy tour of the nerve endings, synapses and pheromones that transform desire into neural fireworks. With all five senses working overtime, you can bet that some sort of overload is going to be part of the bargain.
Make sense of it all with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
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So the last week or so, the wife has been . . . well . . . bitey. Now I don’t mean she nibbles, nor do I mean that she nips. I mean full-fledged bites. I have the bruises to prove it. My left arm is covered, shoulder down across the bicep, her favorite place to get me. Those are just bruises, the ones on my thigh you can tell they are bite marks. Perfect little bruised rings in the shape of a mouth. And of course I have them scattered around my chest as well.
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Sitting in her closet with incoherent pleasure smeared all over the palm of my hand like sweat, I slowly began stroking myself. I was leaning back against the wall, my pants unzipped so that I had access to everything between my legs.
Warming myself up and gaining my rhythm, she peeked her head into the closet. She said, he’s coming up, now. You sure you’re going to be okay in here? Just . . be quiet. This will be hot . . .
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I love it when you watch me. I love being displayed for you. I love the feel of your hands roaming my body for your pleasure.
I want to be displayed for you now, but I want to be close to you as well. I crave that connection with you. So, lay your body perpendicular to me. Nudge your cock against my aching folds. Feel my slick heat envelope your cock as you push gently inside of me. Hear me sigh deeply as I feel complete with you inside of me.
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But then something appropriate started playing–something light, airy, sexy and most importantly, non-intrusive. I relaxed and let myself drift again, responding to the aching in my body, gasping as Anna’s fingers finally plunged into my starving cunt. She wiggled her fingers, she plunged them in and out. She massaged and beat my g-spot with her fingertips and then she simply pressed it as her tongue continued to tickle and tease my clit. I was riding the path she was drawing me along, my body relaxed and ready to let it wash over me. I felt it escalating before me, the crest was quickly approaching and I let myself slip languidly over the edge. I surged and bucked and cried I did a loop-de-loop under Anna’s fingers and tongue. Time passed but we stood still, stuck in that moment for what could have been forever.
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I shuddered beneath him, caught up in the quagmire of rampant desire. My body was afire, fueled with passions that claimed me in such intensity that I found herself moaning and gasping at the same time. My nails held on to him, as if he was the lifesaver on this tidal wave of white-hot passion. Orgasms whipped all over me and through me, shaking me to the core. I spurted cum into his mouth, ejaculating time after time until his face, moustache and goatee were fully covered. He didn’t stop, each orgasm only fueling him with more ardent desire. I felt hot, so damn hot, like I was caught up in an inferno of ecstasy.
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See also: Sugasm #77: The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
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