How dull would life be if we didn't all keep a few little secrets safe from even our closest friends? Read on with AlwaysArousedGirl and find out what our favorite naughty bloggers are hiding.
Don't tell! There are some things that we know better than to share, such as a ticklish nature, low-key Twitter romance or even a propensity for whipping up frilly kitchen accessories. But secrets have a way of popping out at the worst possible times, just like the erection that won't stay hidden under a hair stylist's smock. Read on for some moments the sex bloggers in this week's round-up would really rather keep quiet.
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The massage slowly turned to a harder push and pull and grab and scratch to a catch of the flesh between fingers that elicits a hiss and moan that slips into a giggle when the squashy side of my compressed breast is traced with some fingernails.
"Someone is ticklish, I think….are you really really ticklish?"
"No, not at all…" I snerk even as four hands demand laughter from my mouth and futile wriggles from my body.
He sees them as the epitome of femininity, grace, and delicate utility and has encouraged the expansion of my pursuits. When I told him that I plan to create a collection of hand-made aprons he chuckled quietly and said, "Sounds like a good idea, pet." When I showed him the first one he leaned back in appreciative observation, complimented my creativity, and worked an impromptu fucking (while I was still attired in said apron) into the evening.
This little twist of fate revealed Tim's secret, and created the poorly constructed tent he was so worried about. Jessica reached for the brush, pretending to ignore the huge erection coming out of the black smock. She failed to disguise her longing though because Tim saw her in the mirror. Jessica moved around behind him again and tried to concentrate on the haircut. She was getting hot, Tim could see sweat on her brow. He was getting pretty hot also in the smock, and the fact that he was sitting in front of a beautiful girl he would love to screw, with a hard on the size of a king size toblerone, did not help matters.
There isn't really any reason why I can't cum tonight... why I can't think of him grabbing my wild hair in his fist as I lie there bound to the futon... why I can't think of him raping my mouth... why I can't think of him cumming in my mouth... why I can't remember the sound of his voice ordering me "Cum for me kitten. Now!"
It's the moon. Monday will be a full moon. I'm a child of nature, beholden to the sun and wind and seasons. The nearly full moon teases my body, flicking at my nipples and my clitoris with a small whip, precise and insistent, while I squirm and whimper.
The moon controls my tides.
I am her slave.
Maybe if I dedicated my orgasm to her...
Lately I've been getting off very easily with a finger in my pussy, one in my ass, and some gentle clit stimulation, either a tongue or more fingers. The finger in the ass is the third guest to the party, and once arrived, I'm good for about, oh, another 10 seconds or so. And yay! I'm there and all is well in Wonderland. The two of us collapsed in a messy heap, the night has come to a close.
As for the squirting… who knows?
To set the scene, the flirting between roxy and I on twitter had been amped up to a fever pitch, but it didn't match what was going on behind the scenes, out of the public eye. There were so many things we wanted to do for each other, with each other, to each other, that there was no way it would all happen.