Month: March 2014

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Overwhelmed, Part Eight

So, I find spit-roasting to be a vile term, but…

The entire time, I had a little bit of trouble keeping my thoughts in any kind of working order. I felt more used (in a good way) than I ever have in a sexual situation. Sir would fuck me, the thrusts would push my face onto SG’s cock, and so on. I felt incredibly functional and reliant. I was straddling the line between being passive and active. 

Because I had my work cut out for me. I was gagging on SG’s cock. I was busily thrusting back on Sir’s, enjoying the feeling of him inside me. And I thought that was the fullest and busiest and most overwhelmed I could get, until I heard the click of Sir opening the thing of lube.

“I’m gonna put a finger in her ass,” he told SG. 

I looked up to see SG smirk. “Good. Fill ‘er up.”

I wriggled as I felt his finger push inside of me. My body felt so very used and so very available at the same time. SG grabbed up a fist of my hair and buried my face on his cock, making me gag until I had to pull back and gasp for air. 

“What’d I tell you?” he asked, slapping my face. “What’d I tell you if you weren’t going to suck it? I want that mouth busy.”

“I was going to lick your balls, I swear!” My voice was unnecessarily and hilariously panicked. He and Sir started laughing.

“I was, I swear,” he repeated, imitating my voice to a mockingly saccharine level and making a pouty-face. “I swear.”  

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texboylikesit:

fatfeministfetishist:

And this is how to negotiate consent mid-scene. HOT. AS. FUCK.

Guys, talking about consent and “how everything’s going” is just as important during a scene as it is before. And it doesn’t have to feel like a chore, it can be really sexy.

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goingtobuffalo:

the heterosexual agenda terrifies me. creating new small humans?? football?? bootcut jeans????? how the fuck am I supposed to explain this to my children

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Overwhelmed, Part Seven

The Southern Gentleman grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back so I was lying down on the futon. He stroked his cock, smirking down at me as Sir handed him a condom. Leaning down, he hitched my legs up and pushed some of my hair from my face.

Sir stood over him, kind of watching. The dynamic kind of made me blush: him overseeing, watching as SG lined his cock up with my dripping pussy. 

“Look at you, all tight,” SG murmured as he teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He dug his thumbnails into the skin of my thighs as he thrust into me. I gasped, staring first at him before watching Sir standing back, watching with a smile.

He fucked me like that for a little before flipping me over and taking me from behind. Sir came around in front, reaching down to stroke my hair, and I sucked his cock.

“That’s a good girl,” one of them said. I could barely tell who, I was a little delirious. 

I felt SG pull out of me and I slumped a bit forward against Sir. “You want to fuck her then?” SG asked and pushed me down onto my back. 

“Yeah, but here,” Sir said, rolling me over and grabbing me by the hips. I felt like a ragdoll, being moved around like that. He dragged me back up onto my hands and knees, but I was now facing SG. “Like this.”

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We interrupt this sex blog to bring you Lupita Nyong’o looking like a princess queen.

2bowtie:

Lupita Nyong’o wearing Prada

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tonic-in-the-rain:

I told him I was a mermaid. He just never believed me.

Screw ‘em if nobody else believes. If you’re a mermaid, you’re a damn mermaid.

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So I just had an awful flight and I’m tired and cranky and jetlagged and blerg.

(In case you all hadn’t noticed, I’ve been a little MIA.)

(But I’m back and this week is gonna bring you some sexy installments on the threesome story – I haven’t forgotten to finish telling you about that crazy afternoon.)