Once again amongst our friends and fel­low writ­ers. Here to keep the best of porn on the inter­net free.

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This Week’s Picks
Fel­la­tri­ces: C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s
“Yep, sounds like the boyfriend needs a les­son,” she affirmed. “You just need to show him where to lick.”

In Plain Sight
“She was laugh­ing flir­ta­tiously and he had a look of a cat that’s about to get the cream.”

Suc­cor.
“The act of sus­pen­sion removed me from my ego and placed me at the still point.”

Mr. Sug­asm Him­self (one from the vaults)
Ten Things to Thank Porn For

Editor’s Choice
Half-Nekkid Thurs­day: My Hus­tler Debut

More Sug­asm
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I like to play, I like a nice spank­ing, I will admit though it’s not the pain that appeals, it’s the atten­tion. It’s the fact that Simon wants to do this. Its the sub­mis­sion, the bend­ing to his will that appeals to me. I love when he is force­ful because it makes me feel desired, it makes me feel fem­i­nine. It’s the rush that gets to me.

Stopped on the cor­ner he grabs my hair, pulling my head back slightly, he lightly bites my neck. We had intended on a walk but he had other ideas. We got home and set­tled. I left the bed­room and when I came back he was already naked, wait­ing for me. Smil­ing I crawl down to be next to him and he pushes my head towards his cock, hav­ing me suck him, feel­ing him grow in my mouth. He is in a force­ful mood.

He guides me by pulling my hair, back up so that he can play with my breasts which were teas­ing him all through din­ner. My head is pulled back, my chin lifted as he pulls off my pants and raises my shirt. Licks and nib­bles cover me, a small bite on my thigh sends waves of excite­ment through my body, before he enters me thrust­ing deep inside. My arms are raised, above my head, thrown back each time I try to move them; my neck is kept exposed by his hand con­tin­ues to hold my hair. He fucks me hard, hold­ing me firmly until he decides that he wants me on top.

Simon pulls me on on top of him, slid­ing my wet pussy around his cock. He pulls off my shirt and pulls my nip­ple into his mouth. He sucks hard as I ride him, work­ing myself closer and closer to cum­ming. Simon reaches up and he has the crop. Small smacks pep­per my ass and thighs. He slaps hard some­times, light with oth­ers, each one sting­ing and mak­ing me ride harder. I feel that sting in a dif­fer­ent way sud­denly and as I get closer and closer the pain and plea­sure start to meld and I am cum­ming. I moan loudly, breath­ing hard, feel­ing the sting of the crop and the pound­ing plea­sure of my orgasm at the same time.

I roll off of him and he lets me catch my breath. I’m set­tled slightly when he pulls me down again, cock in my mouth I suck him briefly and then he holds me. My face pressed right above his hard cock I see his hand stroking. He holds me close keep­ing me from mov­ing as he cums, erupt­ing over my face and into my hair.

My orgasm still run­ning through me I am wrapped around him. I love the feel­ing of his hot cum on my face. I lick the drops that fell to his belly, thoughts of cum and crops in my head.

Its the force, the strength that turns me on. Its the fact that he can and will do what ever he wishes to me that makes me wet. The hair pulling, the spank­ings, the crop, thats why when he pulls my hair I can feel my nip­ples harden.

The kind that ends with nor­mal life return­ing quickly. The kind where you maybe have five or ten total sen­tences shared through­out the evening. One of them is “your hand feels nice on my balls like that.” Another; “I love suck­ing on your breasts while I fuck you”. But a quiet night just the same.

There will be more to report. But tonight it’s read­ing qui­etly together.

Dresses with no panties.

It was a per­fect hal­loween cos­tume for the party. Per­fect for our plans after; though we didn’t know either of these things yet. All we knew was that we were feel­ing clever and racy about it. And we were excited. We liked it mostly because it was super-sexual in a some­what uncon­ven­tional sense. That and we thought K would like it.

We had planned to meet K later. She was the rea­son we were going to the party in the first place. She had sug­gested it. We didn’t really know any­one there but she said we’d like the peo­ple and they were all friendly and that she’d be there as soon as work was done. We had never even been “there” before, but after meet­ing K a few nights prior we were ready to do what she sug­gested. The chem­istry was right.

Every­one turned to look when Ava and I walked it. Nobody seemed to need an expla­na­tion; the wrist and ankle cuffs told a good por­tion of the story., the night gown and bare feet told most of the rest. Ava looked stun­ningly naked with­out show­ing a thing; her breasts smooth and white and barely con­cealed beneath thin pink silk and lace. The night­gown flow­ing over her back and belly and lift­ing slightly with­out quite reveal­ing a peek beneath.

She looked like barely con­tained sex: The flush of her skin reflect­ing back the heat of of everyone’s star­ing as she passed. Peo­ple said hello in that way that peo­ple do when they feel light headed. As we passed into the crowd meet­ing peo­ple and wind­ing our way to the bar I could see the obvi­ous affect Ava’s pass­ing had on the men. I could see the women catch their breath and smile from their lips to their thighs. Every­one was excep­tion­ally friendly.

K was right to rec­om­mend this party. It was dark and warm and noisy and packed. Through­out our walk to the bar we smiled and laughed with peo­ple who spoke to us. Ava was ner­vous in her expo­sure but relax­ing quickly with the kind words and warm greet­ings from the other guests. We were expected, they said … K had hoped we’d be com­fort­able until she was able to make it … Was there any­thing we needed or wanted … They were glad we were here … Every­one friends with K. Every­one very friendly towards us

Ava spent a great deal of time ask­ing me what every­one was dressed like…

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I just thought of Simon spank­ing me and got wet. The weather is warmer today so I’m loung­ing in a dress, my favorite warm weather gear. I imag­ined crawl­ing onto the bed for some rea­son where he held me for a moment on my hands and knees. Then his hand spank­ing me, pulling down my panties then continuing.

Just a brief encounter, noth­ing too hard, more play­ful than not. It seemed to be an affec­tion­ate reminder. It seemed he just enjoyed the dress.

Good effect though. His fin­gers would eas­ily slip inside me. His tongue could eas­ily taste me.

Spring. What a fan­tas­tic time.

We’ve been away from Sug­asm for a while, but we’re back and glad to be.  Here you have this week’s!

The best of this week’s blogs by the blog­gers who blog them. High­light­ing the top 3 posts as cho­sen by Sug­asm par­tic­i­pants. Want in Sug­asm #128? Sub­mit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Par­tic­i­pants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

My life as a Female
“His reply was instant: “You are a man”.”

Crisp
“I found my eyes unable to leave the curves of her ass, every­thing else out of focus.”

Rip­ping your­self a new one
“What’s the most ludi­crous porn scene you ever saw?”

Mr. Sug­asm Him­self (one from the vaults)
How to Choose an Affil­i­ate Program

Editor’s Choice

Cream and Sugar
More Sug­asm
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Con­ver­sa­tions of oth­ers join­ing our bed hap­pen quite often. We talk about it, write about it, dis­cuss what we would want.

Rarely is tim­ing perfect..

Look­ing for­ward to the time when it is right. Look­ing for­ward to feel­ing more than just two hands, more than one mouth, more than one cock.

Time works well though, at least it has for us, and when it is an option the right peo­ple will be there.

Simon told me about a dream he had the other night. One in which I had my pussy shared. I want my pussy shared.

He had taken me to a Hal­loween party. Dressed in a nightie, wrist and ankle cuffs, and my blind­fold. There I sat, tak­ing instruc­tion as he gave it, spread­ing my legs at his whim as peo­ple came by. Women and men, I was shared with both, only their tongues allowed to pen­e­trate as I sat and enjoyed the atten­tion to my pussy. As many peo­ple as he wished, with only one rule, I wasn’t allowed to cum. He was the one to make me cum.

Dreams exag­ger­ate things so. By no means is the dream impos­si­ble, it would be enjoyed, but even just that one extra, that right one, would make for a fan­tas­tic time.

Sweet dreams.

I haven’t seen Simon in a cou­ple hours. I’ve heard him, I’ve felt him, but haven’t seen his face. The blind­fold is off now, per his instruc­tion and every­thing seems very bright. Being with­out sight will do that.

I can see now the activ­i­ties of the last few hours. The can­dles have burned down and the bed­spread is wrin­kled. The restraints have been cast aside, and the rid­ing crop put away. Blind­fold, dildo, and lubri­cant go back in the toy box. A quick tuck­ing of ties and cov­ers and the room is pre­sentable again.

I am another story though. Tiny welts from the crop still show a bit. Cum dries on my breasts and face. My pussy, still wet from our play.

There wont be a play by play, thats half the fun of being bound and blind­folded, miss­ing some of the details. The feel­ings though remain. Tast­ing the whiskey on the tip of his cock. Simons tongue on my pussy as he fucks me with a toy. Unex­pected stings from the crop, painful and invig­o­rat­ing at the same time. Hear­ing him moan as he plea­sures him­self. Feel­ing his hot cum cover me, drip down my body, slowly chill and dry. Climb­ing on top of him and rid­ing as he tells me more uses for this sim­ple blindfold…

Sim­ple toys can make for a very nice evening.

Simon left me with instruc­tions this evening. I haven’t had instruc­tions for awhile. Excite­ment has me tin­gling. Most of the list is done so far. Can­dles are lit, I’ve show­ered and tied my hair back, the restraints are avail­able, and my blind­fold is within arms reach. Now I am to be here, wait­ing, imag­in­ing what I want done to me.

The blind­fold will be used I’m sure. That alone begins to harden my nip­ples. When I can’t see every­thing else is height­ened. Not see­ing what is com­ing makes me unin­hib­ited, makes me expe­ri­ence every­thing in dif­fer­ent ways.

I don’t know what I would have him do. There are so many things. Skin exposed to tem­per­a­ture and tex­ture, not know­ing what is touch­ing where. Feel­ing mouth, hands, cock, tool,or toy. The only thing I can con­trol is if I fol­low instruc­tions or not, that feel­ing can lib­er­at­ing in a way, espe­cially when cer­tain senses are cut off. I get the oppor­tu­nity to not have to make choices, and Simon gets the chance to fol­low his desires as well.

I want to feel him on my breasts, in my pussy, all over my skin. I want him to explore what he wishes, I want him to take plea­sure how ever he likes.

Being blind­folded, being bound, brings out my sub­mis­sive nature in many ways. I find myself await­ing more instruc­tion, wait­ing for him to do what he wants with my body. With my senses height­ened every­thing he does is a new feel­ing, one that I’m sure will bring a story later.