Despite what some conservative types might have you believe, we believe it's our constitutional right--nay, our constitutional duty--to talk dirty during sex. Whether it's sexy, filthy or downright silly--has anyone not mixed up the names of body parts or lovers in the throes of passion at some point?--we think the aural element is something that makes fucking that much more hot. And apparently the bloggers in today's roundup of some of the mosty potty-mouth'd moments in the sex blog scene agree: they describe, they cajole, they inflame and they tease, all for the purpose of encouraging their partners. Is it so wrong that we want to listen in?
Let AlwaysArousedGirl whisper in your ear after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup by AlwaysArousedGirl
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"Oh, God, I'm close," she gasped. "Oh, fuck me, honey." It's the only time she ever curses, when we're screwing. She knows how much it turns me on to hear her talk dirty.
"You want to come?" I asked. I was remarkably in control of myself. Usually, by the time she's ready to orgasm I'm on the edge too.
"Please, yes, oh God yes..."
"Beg for it," I hissed. "Beg me to fuck you."
This wasn't an unusual request. At least not when we were home. Here, though, in her parents' house...
"Fuck me," she moaned, not too loudly, but not exactly a whisper.
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"Fair enough then. The tongue is only allowed to wash the cockhead in the broadest sense of the word. Nothing invasive."
"Right," she purrs, grip tightening on me as she rises up onto her tippy-toes and busses me on the cheek. "Meanwhile, my restrictions are to simply go up-and-down. Up-and-down. Up-and-down. Ad ejaculatus."
"At which point...?"
"The latter of the two participants gulps me down."
"No scoogin' on facial features."
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"Wait!" I squealed in protest. "I'm not ready!" I thought back to the notable absence of foreplay–from my perspective. Any arousal I felt was a result of watching Robbie throw, drop, tie, and knot ropes—which, I admit, has a powerful effect on me.
"Not ready!" he said, but his eyes were kind and loving. "You silly goose. Is anyone fucking you? Is anyone's cock in your cunt?"
"No . . . " I acknowledged, as he continued to swirl his dick around my vulva in luscious circles.
"Sopping wet and she says she's not ready," he said, and shook his head in mock exasperation.
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In this case, I looked at her. "You have a choice…you can come right now, or if you wait, I'll go down on you, and then you can come that way. Which would prefer?"
It was so cute. She asked if she could have both. I told her not right now…so she told me that she'd wait. Good girl. I waited a little more, went back to teasing her, biting her thighs and then I went down on her.
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When Thursday arrived, the scene was much the same; same time, same place, same make out session in his car, only this time, it was dark, and he wanted a little more. While we were kissing and groping, he said, "I want to feel your hand around my dick." He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Once again, he guided my hand to his lap, and I began touching him.
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"What the fuck are you two doing?" I asked as Els moaned into my ball-sack. She spoke without lifting her head, speaking into my balls, but loud enough I could hear.
"We are 'trading licks.' Like how boys take turn hitting each other in the arm until one gives up. We are taking turns licking each others pussy until one of us tires and quits."
These were probably the last complete sentences Els would say the rest of the night. She stopped talking, stopped licking by balls, and just put her head down and moaned.
"How long have you been going at it?" I asked.
"Hours" she said.
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• Thumbnail via ePantyHoseLand (TGP/preview gallery @ tenmilliongalleries.com, via Ask Jolene) • See also: Sugasm #146: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com) • Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive