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.
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first we talk-then we fuck
With my face to the pillow, I raise my hips, getting on my knees, pushing my ass out and opening my legs. I moan and purr as I feel his hand run up my thigh and between my legs. His fingers caress my pussy lips and I moan loudly. His fingers tease the wetness and I hungrily push into him. His finger plunges into me and I lose all control.
—At Longing's End
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Smooth Control
Pushing her gently back onto her knees he once again told her to stay, and got up to fetch her bindings. He carefully appraised her on his return, noting the solidity of her nipples, the sweat under her arms and down the valley of her spine, and lastly the swollen dark appearance of her cunt. He ran a finger along her slit possessively, feeling the slippery smoothness of the juices starting to drip from her and his cock jumped.
—Secrets of a Geisha
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The Rain Made me Do It
I had an image - not just a mind image but a whole body evocation - we were lying naked on a bed, in a room warm enough for us to have pushed back the blankets, we were lying curled up and naked, curled up on our sides, and my head was down below his belly and his cock was in my mouth and I held his cock in my mouth and I fondled his cock with my tongue and I sucked his cock sweetly, pensively, as if it were a pacifier that brought me contentment and peace.
—Submission & Metaphor
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Geranium Kisses
I'm not afraid to open my mouth for his cum (and that look in his eyes as he swiped it from my cheeks and I sucked it off from his fingers), not afraid to suck his cock (do you want to do this or do you want me to make you do this?), not afraid even when he gripped my neck and choked me hard, holding it there and holding my breath, pressing down on my chest so that it hurt, breathing (if you pass out, you'll wake up to me fucking you). No, none of that, and not the pain when he slapped me, not the way his lips devoured my clit, the way his fingers made my cunt throb for more.
—You Fucked the Suburbs Out of Me
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Bath
I notice my own throb beginning and my stroke becomes heavier, sweat dripping onto the pages below. My breath becomes more heavy than a pant, as I slosh more hot water onto my cunt, grabbing it whole in my palm, like a piece of fruit being rinsed under water.
—Library Vixen
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Fucking & Making Love
My mind raced. There's so much I wanted to do to her, with her. All that ass talk earlier made me want my fingers in her there, to get out the little plug I'd brought to leave at her place (her further homework), wanted to plow her ass hard and make her scream. I won't do that, yet, of course, it'll take some time to work up to it. I wanted her to stay on her knees, ass in the air, while I gripped her hips and fucked her slow and hard. I wanted her on her knees, mouth full of spit eyes looking up at me as she sucked me down.
—Sugarbutch Chronicles
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· Thumbnail Star Jami Deadly, via My Fetish Diary (www.myfetishdiary.com)
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You know what? We like this photo shoot. In fact, we think Courtney looks so good and healthy that we can't even think of a good "Hole" joke to make.
