It's Halloween. Or, as we sometimes like to call it, the day when ladies can dress like complete sluts without repercussion. In fact, when have you ever seen so many barely-dressed women in a room which doesn't contain a pole? Maybe this week's sex blog contributors were feeling particularly horny in anticipation of the holiday, or maybe it's just an excuse to get extra-raunchy. Either way, the smut is on, and after reading these selections, we're tempted to stay in, get naked and skip the costume parties altogether.
Enjoy the treats (and a trick or two) with Madeline after the jump.
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It's my favorite time of year to watch her dress. The way she stands before the mirror, nipples erect from the chill in the house, selecting from the bras and panties scattered on the bed. Pushing her breasts up and releasing to see how each one holds them in place. The bending over, the squatting above, the leaning back. Sitting in the low wooden chair, legs spread apart, then lifted to enter the stockings that she will wear that evening. For me as she knows I will steal glances of the upper regions of her thighs, wanting to touch.
I kiss your lips softly, lightly, as not to smudge the dark red lipstick you're wearing with such precision. Your nails dig lightly into my chest, then slide, under pressure of your fingers, around my neck. I pull you up against me, my fingers cupping your ass so your eyes are level with mine. You lean in this time and kiss me, your fingers tugging on my hair, the strands which have grown more gray since the last time I'd seen you.
The kissing didn't begin there, but intense groping in a crowd was the catalyst. In the cab home, his arm around my shoulders, I was sure if I'd just turn my face toward him, it would be a foregone conclusion. I turned. I was right. From the initial tentative liplocks, I suddenly found myself straddling him when we were abruptly delivered to the hotel.
i crawled between his legs and smiled up at him. his cock was warm and smelled like me. i wrapped my lips around him and started sucking my juices off him. he tells me his cock belongs to me. when i feel how rock hard he gets for me, i know its mine. but there is something about sucking a guys cock that has my musk on it that takes possession to a whole new level.
So you pulled it out of me today, something I did not know I wanted. Something that I don't want at all. Something that scares me, that angers me, that makes me jealous, something that makes me want to scream. But, something that gets me hard...a video of you with another man.
He told me he wanted to fuck my face just before leading me out of the closet, into the bedroom. Slut heels and naughty nightie still on, I lay on the bed as he straddled my face. This has become our new sexual "trick". He slid his cock in my mouth, holding my wrists against his chest with one hand as the other reached into my hair, twisting it as he fucked my face.