There’s always room for more pie.
This week’s post-Thanksgiving Roundup takes a look at some of the hottest scenes in the sexblogosphere (It is so a word!), enough to satisfy our appetites, but leaving us hungry for more. Madeline‘s come out of her tryptophan coma to bring you the best desserts on the web: threesomes, blowjobs and hot girl-on-girl action to name a few. Plus, a virgin who gets his cherry popped by a lady who’s kind enough to tell us all about it.
I nuzzle your neck, your chest, your stomach, then use my teeth to get the elastic of your shorts down around your cock. Beautiful.
Kneeling between your legs I take a quick look up to make sure you are watching me. I need you to watch me. You gasp lightly as I take the head of your cock in my mouth, lightly grazing it against my teeth before I close my lipsticked mouth down over you and back up again. I lift my head and smile slyly as I take a swallow of the sweet red wine. Back down, I swirl the liquid around your stiffness and let some spill down the side so I can lick it up. That’s when I stand up and look down on you and the thick eight inches I want so badly inside me.
Finally-the thrill of his touch, his finger that lightly chased from the center of my collar bone, cold and light down the center of my body, pausing just above my hips, and the same line drawn down my back. Just that, one finger that was not aggressive or forceful, and I already felt myself breathing differently, pleading silently for more.
There’s such an exquisiteness of that first thrust, that all the subsequent ones just cannot compare to. Not saying that they’re bad, of course, but the first one is definitely best. A desire finally sated, an itch finally scratched, a cunt finally filled. We held each other close, my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me, deeper into me, gasping as he fucked me hard, just like I’d wanted, like I’d needed.
I opened my phone to find a picture of a woman with her hand on her pussy.
No message, just the image.
I didn’t recognize the pussy and the number didn’t register from my address book. Manicured fingernails….beautiful clit….no pubic hair…..I start to weed out the possibilities.
On top of me, the man half of the married couple growled, “Last time I saw you, I smelled like you for hours.”
When she felt his legs stiffen some and his cock starting to throb even harder, she backed off and allowed him time to regain his self control. She didn’t want to stop, but if she wanted to get fucked by this man…this young, energetic, enthusiastic man….and she did want him to fuck her, then she would have to pace herself.