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e[lust] #6

January 26th, 2010 Comments off

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HNT Courtesy of Having My Cake And Eating It Too

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

Exposing My Self to Airport Security I stared right at her until she looked away and called for assistance for a pat-down search.  I gaped, chin dropped: holy shit, they’re gonna give me a pat down cuz I’m packing a silicon cock.

Prefect’s Prerogative When I neglect this duty, or don’t perform it to his satisfaction, he makes me light a fire in his room, and stand in front of it in just my school shirt and white socks.

Attention Women: There is Something Wrong With Your Vagina Yes, that’s what your vagina needs: a breath mint. Because, just like vagina shouldn’t smell like vagina, it also shouldn’t taste like vagina.

~ e[lust] Editress ~

The Perfect FatWhy do clothes designers assume that if you’re plus-sized you’re 1. over 5′9″ and 2. over the age of 45 or “matronly and modest”? At the age of 32 I am not yet ready to dress like my grandmother.

~ Featured Post (Lilly’s Pick) ~

Zipless “I have some Scotch in my room—maybe you’d join me? You know, in the interest of not drinking alone…” She smiled. Perhaps she could yet salvage the day’s ending.

See also: Pleasurists #61 for all your sex toy review needs.

Also in recent sex news, check out the coverage of the Adult Entertainment Expo that happened in Las Vegas a couple weeks ago. You’ll see videos and articles from our fellow sex-bloggers on fun things like a rodeo penis and new sex toys not even on the market yet!

All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!  Read more…

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A Blow Job and Dildo Fucking

November 9th, 2009 Comments off

“Get over here and suck my cock.”

I don’t hesitate.  A slow, soft, embarrassed smile crosses my lips as I strip the clothes from my body and sink to the floor at your feet.  Indian style.  Always Indian style.  With my hands resting on two of the spoke-like protrusions that house the wheels of your chair and my breasts tucked between your knees.  How I still manage to be so modest with the things you’ve put me through – the things I’ve put myself through! – is anyone’s guess.

You said suck your cock, so I ignore your bare legs and wrap my warm, wet lips around your already ramrod member.  And I whimper when I see Rubberella has found her way to your hand.  But I don’t move when I see her fly through the short distance between your hand and my back.  Except to grip the chair harder.

Your rhythm, ever changing in strength and speed, almost always sticks to fives.  And if I have the presence of mind to count, I can count my way through the pain.  This time, though, all my concentration is on sucking your cock.  On letting the pain wash over me in waves while keeping my mouth and tongue in motion.  On conquering the urge to spit you out and back away.

My fists move from spoke-like wheel housing to arm rest, and back again, and every frantic grip turns my knuckles white.  But my mouth never stops moving.

Your voice whispers in my mind, deep and full of lust, a faded memory from a months old scene, “Look at me.  I want to see the suffering in your eyes.”  And I open my eyes and lift them to yours.  Cerulean and mahogany meet and sparks ignite.

An electric shock traces my throat, wells up in my ribcage and shoots down to my cunt leaving gentle, delicious aftershocks along its path as I realize you’re looking back at me.  Our eyes never leave each other as Rubberella falls again and again and my tongue glides sloppily against your balls.  There is no doubt you are enjoying my suffering.

Between groups of lashes, your head falls back and your eyes close.  Your mouth falls open and soft, gravely moans escape your throat.  I watch a myriad of emotion dance across your face as I pull myself closer and bury my nose in your pubic hair, hungry for the musty, sex-filled scent of you.

My throat closes on your cock.  You hold me there.  Read more…

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Midday Fuckfest

June 29th, 2009 Comments off

buttSo I was pretty convinced the picture-taking wasn’t going to happen.  It’s hard relinquishing our “hang out and relax” time to performing.  In front of or behind the camera.  But relinquish it we did.  And pictures were taken.  Pictures I don’t ever want anyone to see.  Well… except one or two.

I suck at the whole model-face thing.  And I’d just sit and look normal except my “sit and look normal” face looks like “uber bitch” to everyone else.  So I’m gonna have to start practicing facial expressions in the mirror or something.  Seriously.

Master wasn’t watching my face.  He was watching my pussy.  Through the lens of His camera.  As I thrusted my BOB in and out over and over.

He kept telling me what to do.  “Okay now play with your clit.”  “Fuck yourself some more.”  “Hold it open so I can beat it.”  *screeching halt* What?

I tried.  I swear to god, I tried (Yes, I see the irony in me swearing to something I don’t believe in).  Can I just say that shit fucking hurts?  Especially when He’s hitting as hard as He can there first.  But He really was trying to rip my pussy lips off with the flogger to find a happy medium.  Somewhere between gruesome torture the way He likes to hit and feather like caresses how much my pussy can handle right off the bat.  Apparently I’m more of a warm-up girl than I realized. Read more…

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Lots o’ Fuckin!

June 21st, 2009 Comments off

CoupleVectorMaster fucked all three holes in twenty-four hours.

I hear ya.  I hear ya.

What’s so unusual about that?

Well, ya see…  It is very unusual for Master to fuck all three holes in twenty-four hours.  Matter of fact, if He fucks my mouth and pussy in the same day it’s odd.  He’s the type that decides on a hole and sticks with it for that day.  Or maybe for a week.  There were a couple months where I was lucky if He was in anything but my mouth.  No lie.

I’m not sure that He does it consciously.  Matter of fact, He probably doesn’t even realize He does it.  Well, until He reads this, that is.

But you see…  This is what happened.

We’re watching South Park, okay?  And we’re both a little intoxicated.  Okay, we’re both a lot intoxicated.  And I really don’t remember what prompted it but He said something about “Why don’t you touch your cunt, Cunt?” or something and I thought I was in for a night of serious hurting.  I was totally ready for a night of serious hurting.

I got my night of serious hurting… just not the way I expected to.

Apparently, just gathering the clamps I could find was enough to give Master an unbearable hard-on.  Cause I’d only clamped my nipples once and my clit twice before He said, “I think you should get on your hands and knees in front of me.”  I hadn’t even brought the paddle or cane out.  Just the slut-paddle.  And I brought that out with the intention of beating my pussy. Read more…

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