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.. . . 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.