Ring in the New Decade the best way we know: with booze, boobs and a bottle of lube. Hey, it’s still 2009, and our resolutions start tomorrow. We’ve got to admit, the whole “someone to kiss at midnight” seems a bit silly on New Year’s Eve; we prefer having several

…Has that pun been done to death? Whatever, ’tis the season, we know you’re not a ho (ho ho), Merry Christmas, Happy Festivus, Rock on, Kwan(za) and all that. You’re stuck with family? Eating dinner in a Chinese restaurant with free wifi? Perfectly content watching the lights twinkle and shine?

As in, snow. Pervs. We could go for a good, old-fashioned Snow Day here at Fleshbot HQ. Bring on at least six inches of that white stuff so we can spend an entire day fucking our way to loads of the other white stuff. No snow days in sight? Madeline‘s

Here’s hoping you get what you want. Tonight’s the first night of Chanukah, and as Members of the Tribe everywhere know, it’s not a Jewish holiday unless you’re eating something. Latkes, doughnuts, pussy—as long as it’s covered in oil, we’d like to eat it, please. Madeline‘s rounded up some of

Take one for a ride. We’re not sure what cosmic forces aligned to inspire such horny little bloggers this week, but eyes are bugging here at Fleshbot HQ. Apparently there’s been a whole lot of fucking and—lucky us—plenty of documentation. Madeline‘s grabbed a handful of favorites from some of the

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

When a lady tells us what to do, we generally listen. Especially when there’s fucking involved. Let’s face it: when women take control in the sack, it’s hot as hell. This week, Madeline‘s queued up some of the sex blogosphere’s most assertive femmes who’ve got one thing in common: they’re

Enough discussion. Can we fuck, please? We appreciate how this week’s group of bloggers get right to the point. The point being that, while it’s nice to think about and talk about and dream about fucking, it’s a whole lot more fun to just do it. Also, boobs. ——— first

Seems like the more you get, the more you want. We’ve all been there: playing rodeo indoors for a day or two (or six), only surfacing to eat, drink and update our Twitter streams. (Oh, like you don’t.) Madeline‘s grabbed a handful of hotness from this week’s sex blogosphere, just

Who says you have to take just one? This weekend, kids are trick-or-treating, and parents are shouting “just take one.” Well, aren’t you glad you’re all grown up, because this week, Madeline’s gathered the best tricks and treats from some favorite blogosphere haunts, piled them into a basket and left

It’s so hard to be good. Or is that, it’s so good to be hard? Don’t bother choosing; we’ve got both in this week’s roundup. Madeline remembers the first time she felt a boner on her thigh, straining against the jeans of her first boyfriend as they danced thiiiiis close

Nothing’s better than walking around in a sex-induced haze. Except for the sex part. That’s pretty awesome. There’s a certain je ne sais quoi surrounding this week’s Sex Blog Roundup choices. Maybe it’s the fresh faces (and cumshots), but we were hard-pressed to narrow our top picks down to just

Inside every good girl, there’s a naughty one clawing her way out. At least, Madeline likes to think so. Don’t get us wrong; we like nice girls. Really, we do. Nice girls charm your parents. Nice girls leave notes in your briefcase. Nice girls cook you dinner. But bad girls—well,

This week Madeline‘s feeling randy. Must be the change in the weather. As summer comes to an end, we’re waxing nostalgic for the triple-digit Dog Days—when a hose or sprinkler is your best bet to beat the heat. Hey, speaking of beating your meat, here are some wet selections from

. . . Is it ever too early? Whether you’re a college or pro football fan (or both—it’s ok to swing both ways!), now is the season of jerseys, plasma TVs, watch parties and our favorite game day activity, tailgating. (See what we did there?) This week, for your reading

It’s (almost) Rosh Hashanah. On Rosh Hashanah dipping apples in honey symbolizes the sweetness of a new year. You have to be careful with honey, though: When Madeline brought some this morning to Fleshbot HQ, writers and editors got pretty sticky. This week’s featured posts from the best of the

Remember when all a girl had to do was look at you sideways? Madeline does. This week’s Sex Blog Roundup takes a look at the Glory Days of fucking: when the mere word “cameltoe” was enough to incite a serious stiffy. When girls who knew what they wanted were rare

We promise, it’s okay to wear white after Labor Day. And by “wear white” we mean “get covered in jizz.” And by “after Labor Day” we mean “every day.” Summer is winding down, and we hope your holiday weekend holds more than its fair share of debauched action. While some

You know that tingle of excitement when you’re about to do something bad (And by “bad” we mean “very, very good”)? Madeline does, too. Whether it’s taboo, risqué or just plain dirty, this week’s selected sex bloggers are being very, very bad. And getting very, very good at it. We’ve

Forget what that song says about it being the hardest part, sometimes the waiting is the bestest part. Especially when you’re already hard. This week, Madeline shares one of her favorite pastimes: Making you wait. Anticipation is a sexy thing: Knowing you’re going to get it, but never knowing when,