Trashy reads for hot summer days (and nights!). It’s the next best thing to being there, and a lot less messy.
Every summer it’s the same thing: Serious reading material gets to take a back seat to something a bit lighter and far dirtier. Beaches are littered with ladies reading smut out in the open! Those trashy novels have nothing on this week’s roundup of the best of the sex blogosphere, though, and Madeline’s got a suggestion for you, Casanova. Shelve the John Adams book til fall. Print these stories out and put the pages in a serious-looking binder for an “Oh, this? Just reading some important reports” aesthetic while on the water. Extra points for faking a pie chart or spreadsheet between each one.
See what we did there?
Your ass takes me over the top and I gasp and pant and moan as I pulse inside you, as you pulse around me. God, it’s an amazing feeling. As the ecstasy subsides, we hold and kiss each other, walk back into your room, and fall asleep naked under the sheets of your bed.
In the door, drop the purse, the keys, the clothes…Steven’s mouth was all over me. He kissed my mouth, my face, my neck all the way down to my soaked pussy.
As he pulled me in, his knee slipped between my legs. I felt the heat of his thigh on my bare pussy, and I pressed down against him. I let out a gasp as I felt my pussy slip against his skin. I was shocked by how wet I was. I heard him moan as he realized how aroused I was. His cock twitched against my thigh. In an instant, he finished his final knot and pushed me back away from him as he stood and moved behind me.
I watch his hands as he puts them to work at other things, shifting the car into gear, steering calmly through the traffic. My eyes travel down to his pants. I hear him laugh and I know he’s caught me. “Take a closer look,” he says, and a hand on the back of my neck reinforces his meaning. My mouth is against the hard denim and I can feel him swelling, just faintly pulsing under my lips.
Her hair had grown since they were last together and was falling down over her shoulders, obscuring his view. He combed his fingers through her hair and tucked it back behind her ear, improving his view over her shoulder, down the front of her body. Now he could see her breasts heaving, long, deep, slow breaths. He could see her swollen and erect nipple pressing against her shirt, so large and responsive that even a bra could not restrain it.
His hands exploring every inch of my skin, spreading me open, with no shame—just pure lust and want. Slipping his finger between my folds—sliding into my slick slit as he releases that groan of approval. While my breathing becomes heavy and panting, lost in how much I want to feel. Feel his touch, his lips, his breath on my skin.
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