Archive for September, 2007

How to be a Cum-Guzzler

Friday, September 14th, 2007

A woman and her boyfriend are out having a few drinks. While they’re sitting there having a good time together, she starts talking about this really great new drink. The more she talks about it, the more excited she gets, and starts trying to talk her boyfriend into having one. After a while he gives in and lets her order the drink for him.

The bartender brings the drink and puts the following items on the bar: A salt shaker, a shot of Baileys, and a shot of lime juice.

The boyfriend looks at the items quizzically and the woman explains. “First you put a bit of the salt on your tongue, next you drink the shot of Baileys and hold it in your mouth, and finally you drink the lime juice.”

So, the boyfriend, trying to go along and please her, goes for it. He puts the salt on his tongue……..salty but OK. He drinks the shot of Baileys……..smooth, rich, cool, very pleasant.

He thinks……..this is OK.

Finally he picks up the lime juice and drinks it. In one second the sharp lime taste hits, the Baileys curdles, and it feels as if he has a mouth full of nasty snot. This triggers his gag reflex, but being manly, and not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend, he swallows the now foul tasting drink.

When he finally chokes it down he turns to his girlfriend, and says, “Jesus, what do you call that drink?”

She smiles widely at him and says, “Blow Job.”

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istock_000001084658small.jpgThat has to be one of my favorite jokes of all time.

Yesterday, I talked a bit about my partner’s parting shot, and how I swallowed every drop (and on film to boot). I have to say, though, that drinking cum isn’t easy. In fact, there’s a lot of girls (and guys) out there who will tell you that drinking cum is impossible. And if you girlfriend or wife isn’t into drinking cum? Well, maybe it’s better to just let it go. After all, at least she’s giving you the blow job, right?

But swallowing can really be a joy. It’s a really nice feeling for your partner and helps with clean up. I don’t know about your man, but most of the guys that I’ve been with say that there’s no better end to a blog job than the girl (or guy) swallowing every last drop of cum as she (or he) looks up into the eyes of the guy she’s sucking. It can be a real turn-on, and it’s not as hard as you may think. Here are some tried-and-try tips that I’ve successfully used to swallow cum:


The Open Door

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

Isn’t funny how easily a few glasses of wine can make you lose all inhibitions?

So let’s rewind and review a bit: there I was, at the party next door, on the girl next door’s bed, naked and pinned down by the brother of the guy next door. There’s one thing I knew, and that was that the brother was packing - I could already feel his swelling penis beneath his boxer-briefs. There’s one thing I didn’t know, and that was that the bedroom door wasn’t fully shut.

668609_muscular_male_torso.jpgJ*’s brother was a hunk. Not the kind of guy you could have an intellectual conversation with, but a real hunk. If I had any close girl friends, you bet I’d be calling them to brag. He’s that kind of guy- the shaggy hair falling into his deep, dark eyes, the tanned six pack, the large, soft hands already fumbling to unlatch my bra. His lips were full and kissing me all over as though he couldn’t get enough of the taste of the skin. As I lay back down on the bed, my nipples standing at attention to his wet tongue, I thought about all I had hoped for this party. The night was turning out so much better that I could have dreamed.

He had me pinned to the bed and was using the tip of his tongue to play with my nipples, enjoying watching me squirm. He released my arms, but I didn’t struggle to get away. I knew where he was going. In a moment, it was my legs he was pinning as he buried his tongue deep inside of me, stopping only to suck on my clit, which made me arch me back and gasp. I pulled on his hair, savoring every moment and knowing that my juices were flowing over his face, faster than he could lap them up.

Suddenly, he groaned, not able to wait any longer. I was like a toy in his strong grasp, as he flipped my onto all fours and yanked his underwear to the floor. In a moment he was in me and we were swaying in motion. It wasn’t making love or even having sex. No, this was a good, hard fuck.

And I’m not sure how long we would have gone like that. God knows I was already close to coming (although, granted, I had a head start). His powerful thrusts and moans told me that he would be ready soon too. And then, my eyes closed and my ass in the air, I heard it.

“dodo do do dodo do do dodo do do do…”

You know that tune I mean. The generic cell phone ring. Not mine. And, as I found out, not his either. I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the sound to see about seven or eight people crowded around the open bedroom door, watching us.

“For God’s Sake, Don’t stop!” she said. The girl next door was holding up her camera phone, in what I’m guess was video recording mode.

J*’s brother was grinning sheepishly at the camera. He didn’t care. So, I had a decision to make Either scramble to grab my clothes and run to the bathroom or continue doing what I came here to do, in plain site of the party. My mind whirled, the tip of his hard, thick cock still deep inside of me while everyone waited to see what we would do next.

And in a split second I decided. I leaned back onto his penis, taking him inside balls deep and gasping. To some cheers and clapping, we continued to fuck, him railing me harder and harder with each thrust, building the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. He grabbed my hips, fucking me fast and I couldn’t control my screaming as I came all over his throbbing cock. He came a minute later as I wrapped my lips around him. I swallowed every drop, looking into the camera as i gripped his ass to pull him close.

It was one of the best decisions I have ever made in my entire life. My little performance may not have won an Emmy, but I have been invited back for another small “get together” tomorrow night. And I can’t wait.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

The Seven Deadly Sins in Bed: Pride

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

pride.jpg So you’ve made it to the seventh deadly sin - pride. (You can see Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Envy, and Wrath by clicking on those links.) Pride in bed is a doozy. Someone who’s proud in bed may have a lot of sex, but that person won’t have sex often with the same person and definitely won’t have good sex. And that’s a real shame. Well, not for me, because I’m not the douchebag that will be sleeping with a proud person.

You know the type of guy - or girl - I mean.


Sugasm #96

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

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 #97? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

This Week’s Picks
Tips and Sugestions on having sex with me.
“I’m a slut, but I’m an ethical one.”

“You can smell this wet. It glistens on my thighs.”

A Brief Meeting with the Girl Next Door
“You can pay me by teaching me how you like to be licked.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Stacked Decks

Editor’s Choice

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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
How To Set Up a MFF/FMF Threesome (and Live)
“Sexual Fantasy # 1″ : For Art’s Sake!”
Tara’s Private Diary: Guilty Pleasures
“We’re just good friends”

NSFW Pics & Videos
Half-Nekkid Footballer
A Jewell in bondage, pantyhose and latex
Pagan Lust
Pamela Anderson Showing Thong in See Through White Clothes
Valerie Vasquez Nude

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Hot House pt. 1

The Missing Sex Scene: Superman
To the ground floor
Vivid memories, solo vacation edition

Sex News & Satire
The Great Porn Debate

Half-Nekkid Schoolgirl
Retro Sex Blog Turns 1 Year Old!
What if…? Suzanne’s story

BDSM & Fetish
Catalina loves Sexual Fantasies
Center peace
Full Circle - Part II
Good morning little schoolgirl

Sex Work
Labor Day - but not for sex workers?

I made top three - woo hoo! Thanks for everyone who voted for me!

Time Out for some Vanessa Hudgens Pictures

Tuesday, September 11th, 2007

New pictures of our Sexy Celebrity of the Week, Vanessa Hudgens, at the Australian Hairspray Premier. What do you think of Vanessa? Weigh in your opinions be voting in the Between the Sheets poll here!




The Seven Deadly Sins in Bed: Wrath

Monday, September 10th, 2007

wrath.gifLet’s not dance around the subject - a lot of people reading this right now are not in monogamous relationships. And hey, that’s fine. In fact, around here, baby, it’s preferred.

However (and this is a big however)…if you’ve got more than one partner, there’s a good chance that you partners have more than one partner too. And when that happens, there’s a good chance of giving into one of the most dangerous of all of the seven deadly sins - wrath. Wrath isn’t just anger, although that is part of it. Wrath is a burning, passionate anger, fueled by envy, jealousy, or vengeance usually. Wrath isn’t just a fuming anger that simmers as you sulk. Wrath is violent. Wrath requires action.

Wrath leads to trouble.


The Seven Deadly Sins in Bed: Envy

Sunday, September 9th, 2007

Envy.jpg If you think your partner is cheating on you, go ahead and be jealous. After all, jealousy is not one of the seven deadly sins. People use “jealousy” and “envy” to mean the same thing, but really they’re not. Jealousy is that fear you get that you’re somehow going to lose what you’ve got or that emptiness you feel when you are worried about being inferior. Envy, on the other hand, is that longing feeling when you don’t have something that you really, really want. You are jealous of the cute girl at the party flirting with your man. The cute girl at the party envies you for having landed the man of your dreams.

But enough about definitions. I want to talk about sex.


The Party Next Door

Sunday, September 9th, 2007


Red wine and I don’t mix well. I mean, we do at the time, but the next day is always a killer. Looking at a computer screen right now is death, but I just had to tell you all what happened last night. It seems like so long ago already.

After hours of trying on different outfits (curtains closed), I finally settled on a classic - the little black dress. I slipped on my most basic black thong, fingers lingering on my things as I imagines the girl next door getting ready too. What would she be wearing underneath what I’m sure would be a stunning ensemble?

At 8:30, I could see guests beginning to arrive. Her bedroom curtains were firmly closed, the first time they had been that way in weeks. Not that it mattered. She would be in the foyer greeting guests, and he would be in the kitchen making cocktails. I better go get one, right?

The night was a whirlwind of meeting new, strange people, each couple more beautiful than the last. J* opened a bottle of red wine and filled my glass, mentioning that he had often meant to knock on my door to say hello, but had never had an occasion. I smiled. I nodded. I thought about the way his lips would feel against mine. He introduced me to his brother, who was fresh out of college and a few inches taller than even J*, who was a lean 6′3 at least.

And then the alcohol began to kick in. I sighed at the long line of people waiting and decided, due to the four or five drinks already filling my bladder, to sneak into the master suite. J* was still in the kitchen, and she was firmly planted on the patio, laughing gaily with a bunch of guest, mainly men. They’d never notice.

The master bedroom was still, dark, and empty. It was strange being on the inside after looking into it for so long. I set down my wineglass on the vanity and quietly creeped into master bathroom. It was elegant shade of white, beige, and tan, with little angel-shaped soaps and fluffy burgundy towels.

As I was washing my hands, the door flung open.

“Oh my god. Sorry!” It slammed shut again before I could see who it was and I stood poised at the sink, a deer in headlights, caught using the god and goddess’ personal toilet.

I opened the door again. It was J*’s brother. He was fabulously drunk and peeing in the garbage can. I cleared my throat and he looked over at me, surprised, as though he had already forgotten that I had been in the bathroom. He zipped up his pants and turned toward me.

“What are you doing peeing in that bathroom?” he said, playfully.

“What are you doing peeing in that garbage can?” I asked back, my hand on the doorknob.

And then he kissed me. Just like that. He was drunk, I was drunk, and he kissed me long and hard, his tongue tasting mine. His large hands ran down my body, settling on my hips and pulling me closer to him. I couldn’t even remember his name. and the smell of run ran heavy on his breath.

In a moment we were on the bed. He reached up my little black dress and I felt his hands traveling up my thighs, wanting…needing. Alcohol makes you *need* so badly, and he had drunk his share tonight. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the perfect, tanned six-pack that you can only get after many hot, sweaty hours in the gym and in the bedroom. I had drunk my share too.

Soon, our clothes lay crumbled on the floor. His mouth traveled down my neck and to my hard nipples, where he teased them with his wet tongue. I arched my back, moaning, and he reached down to spread my legs apart before using both hands to pin me to the bed.

“Are you a naughty girl?” he whispered into my ear, sucking on my earlobe.

Yes, yes, yes, I was a naughty girl. I knew that I disparately wanted him, this young, ripped in-law of the goddess herself. What I didn’t know is that the bedroom door was standing open…

to be continued

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

Sexy Celeb of the Week: Vanessa Hudgens

Sunday, September 9th, 2007

vaness_hudgens_1.jpgShe’s sweet. She’s smart. She’s talented.

And more importantly, she’s naked.

Between the Sheets’ sexy celebrity of the week is Vanessa Hudgens the good-girl-gone-bad from Disney’s “High School Musical.” Sure, some may see last week as a major blow to her career, but you know what I think? She finally put herself on the map. As a mousekateer, you sometimes have to do something a little provocative…unless, of course, you’re aiming for a career opposite Steve Martin as you lovable, gullible dad for the rest of your life.

And you know what? Say what you will, but at the end of the day, the naked pictures of her are HOT. She’s got a great body, and you can just tell that she’s really confident in her own skin. I find it funny that some people are saying, “It’s ok to make a mistake” as though being naked is a mistake! Ok, MAYBE it’s not a good thing to upload pics of yourself where they can leak to the Internet if you work for Disney, but come on. Every girl she do a naughty photo shoot at least once. So you know what? YOU GO, GIRL!

Now you weigh in:



Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

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Sexy Housewife contest

Saturday, September 8th, 2007

Reality on Bravo is giving away a free Real Housewives of Orange County DVD. I’m entering to win! Are you?

The ladies on this TV show are sexy. The men are even sexier. Count me in! Follow the links if you’d like to enter too.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

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The Day Before

Friday, September 7th, 2007

Tomorrow is the big party. Since my grocery store run-in with the girl next door, I can’t stop thinking about her. I’ve thought about calling, about making up some excuse to knock on her door…but I’ve settled for the view from my bedroom window instead.

And I haven’t been disappointed.

istock_000001258825small.jpgLast night, I watched the girl next door slip into a silk negligee, its blood red tones perfectly paired with her silky sin. The lace around the top showed her nipples already peaking through as her partner, J*, massaged her shoulders, ran his hands along her sides, admired her curves.

I watched as she happily sighed with anticipation, turning to grasp his face in her hands and kiss him hard, still, I’m guessing, tasting of the wine she’d been sipping only moments before. She slid to her knees, and in a moment J* was unzipped and in her mouth. He was still wearing his jeans, so it was hard to get a good look at the bulge they had been hiding all day, but it didn’t matter. The site of her in her thong, teasing him ever so gently was enough to have me licking my lips. My hand traveled down my own pants as I watched her suddenly take him in completely. J* grasped at her hair, his head bent back and his torso pushed forward, allowing her to get the best angle for the deepest suck. he reach down, fondling her left breast, as she slowly slid her mouth back from him before engulfing him completely again.

He pulled her up to standing, kissing her and undressing her from the very negligee she’d just put on ten minutes ago. She coyly led him away from the window, to my dismay, and I saw them walk into the bathroom for what I can only assume was the steamiest shower on the block. I sat back on my bed and closed my eyes, my fingers still wandering. J* and the girl next door have been the source of my most intense orgasms since I moved in last year.

shadow.jpgAs a moan escaped my lips and my thighs began to tremble, I opened my eyes to see if the couple had returned from the shower. And there she was, standing at the window in all her glory.

Looking at me. I had forgotten to close my curtains.

I froze, and she smiled, caught. She walked away from the window, leaving her drapes open as she lay down with J*, who was already dozing off in bed.

Tomorrow is the party. And I think I should still go. In fact, I’m now even more excited to see the couple, talk to them, be close enough to feel their energy.

What should I wear?

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

The Seven Deadly Sins in Bed: Sloth

Friday, September 7th, 2007

sloth.jpg I’ve had a handful of sexual partners. Let’s just say…enough to make some people blush (although, friends, you’re the one reading a sex blog, so I’m not sure I’ll make you blush at all). I’ve been with men that were packing so much it hurt and men that made me wonder if they were even in at all. I’ve seen cockrings and piercings and shaved balls and bulging veins.

And I have to say that the vast majority of these men knew what’s up (and I do mean up). They worked with what they had and *most* or the time, we both left the bedroom at least mildly pleased. Sure, there’s been the occasional mishap, like the virgin who didn’t know which hole to finger (poor guy was so confused) and the drunk who passed out in the middle of everything, sploging cum everywhere at the last second (and for that, I left him sleep in the pool of his own bodily fluids while I snuck out the door). But really, what can you do but laugh and move on.

Except when it comes to the deadly sin that gets me most upset–sloth.


Sexy Carnival

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

Don’t forget to enter your blog entry or article in Between the Sheets’ “Sexiest Stuff on the Web” Blog Carnival!

You can enter your post/article here: No registration at Blog Carnival is necessary–just fill out the form with your post information and you’re set!

The Sexiest Stuff on the Web Carnival…

…because I’m tired of reading bad erotica.

This carnival is for your sexiest posts. All is fair game–erotic literatue, reviews on your favorite toys, how-tos, celebrity posts, humor, sexy news, etc. No hard core pornography or anything involving children or animals please.

You have until the 15th of the month to enter! I look forward to reading everyone’s best work!

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets

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The Seven Deadly Sins in Bed: Greed

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

greed.jpg Power. Money. Sex. It’s a dog-eat-dog world. Are you greedy in bed? That may seem like an easy one to diagnose. After all, tallying who gets off first is the measure of greed…or is it?

Nah. Take me for example. I don’t get off at the drop of a hat, and neither do other women I know. That doesn’t mean that my partner is greedy, just because he knows just how to move to get off in about 15 seconds. On the contrary…doesn’t that make me a bit greedy? He’s ready to go and I’m not, so he has to work harder to get me to that point where I’m ready to come too.

Maybe greediness isn’t so simple.


A Brief Meeting with the Girl Next Door

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

“Excuse m–oh hi!”

As I stood pondering the melons in the grocery store and, in effect, blocking the path of middle-aged mothers with equally interesting melons, I heard a voice behind me…a voice I recognized at the drop of the hat. I turned to face the girl next door, her golden locks freshly manicured at the salon, perfectly complementing her large, honey-brown eyes. I had never been this close to her before, and it made me catch my breath.

“Hi…” I breathed, wanting only to scream “You have beautiful breasts”

“I have somethings *very* important to discuss with you,” she said, pursing her large, luscious lips. “Actually, it’s a bit embarrassing.”

You found out that I watch you have sex every night with than hunky man of yours? You want me to come over tonight and play? You can sense through my jeans that I’m already turned on just thinking about it? “What is it?” I asked.

“I think my cat has been pooping in your yard.”


There was an awkward pause. Do I feign anger at the stinky situation? Do I laugh? Do I…

red_thong.jpg“Well I just wanted to let you know that we’re going to keep her inside from now on. So it shouldn’t be a problem anymore. Would you like me to reimburse you for the landscaping?”

You can pay me by teaching me how you like to be licked. I want you to orgasm for me, and I want him to watch. How’s tonight? “No, no, that’s alright.”

She smiled, looking relieved, and my cheeks flushed a bit as I tried not to look at her chest and imagine her nipples. “Well, it’s been nice seeing you! We should hang out sometimes!” She began to walk away, her hip huggers curving perfectly around her ass. As she bent down to reach a can of olives on the lower shelf, her red thong peeks out from under her jeans, and I took a mental picture.

“How about this weekend?” I blurted after she took a few steps.

“Huh?” She turned toward me and my face grew even hotter.

“Hanging out…how about this weekend?”

“J* and I were going to have a cocktail party. I’d love it if you stopped by. Saturday at 8.” She gave a half-smile and pushed her cart around the stack of Pepsi and out of my site.

Saturday at 8. Oh, I’ll be there.

Edit from Aurora: I’ve moved! Cum visit me at Between My Sheets!

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