Sex Blog Roundup: Waiting For It

Forget what that song says about it being the hardest part, sometimes the waiting is the bestest part. Especially when you're already hard. This week, Madeline shares one of her favorite pastimes: Making you wait.

Anticipation is a sexy thing: Knowing you're going to get it, but never knowing when, makes the reward that much sweeter.

This week's roundup showcases sex bloggers teasing us and each other with antici-
pation. From seeing her step off the train, to exhibitionist road head, to waiting for the last guest to leave so you can bone your wife, a healthy bit of tension leads to some pretty awesome fucking.

Take a number, the wait's not so bad.

The Exhibitionist: Our Trip Home from Ocean City

Maybe 10 minutes into my very enjoyable efforts, Jay informed me that a truck/trucker was approaching on our left. It was nice of him to tell me, thinking I may be embarrassed to be seen giving him head in public (and something he has had the occasion to do several times before), but it was dark and I was feeling very, very naughty, so I took things a step farther.

—My View From Atop These Heels

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Take the Vamp Train

Unusually tall, with unusually large breasts, she stepped carefully down the treacherous steps in ludicrous heels. Obviously on her way to somewhere glamorous, she was wearing a beautiful vintage dress, divided into a white upper third and black from the waist down. Demure, while emphasizing every line and curve, it hugged and flattered her frame, topped by a striking face, tasteful makeup and a brunette bob.

—MonMouth

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The Great Condom Search

Within moment, his still-hard cock plunged into my pussy, my face pushed down onto the bed. I may be a subbie, but that doesn't mean I just lay there when he fucks me…well, when possible, since he often holds me down or restrains me…but in any case, the feeling of him inside me, the buzz from the wine, god I wanted to explode after just a few thrusts. I began moving my hips backwards, fucking myself with his cock as he fucked me, pulling my hair, biting my shoulder. The whole room as spinning, but not from the alcohol.

—Between My Sheets

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I felt my pulse jackrabbit, and I stepped toward him instead of away...

"Right. Sorry. You should maybe go inside, you think? I think it would be good if you went in." Now he refused to look at me. His eyes were pinned to the shabby porch as if he found it suddenly fascinating. That made me want to kiss him all over again.
"Okay." I nodded but I didn't want to go inside. My natural instinct was to stay around him. He drew me in and I liked him. And that was thrilling and annoying all at once. My panties were wet in the crotch and my nipples were hard beyond belief. "I'll do that. Go in. I'll be inside. If you need me."

—Smut Girl

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Tempo

The guests retreating, you lavish them with thanks. I hear your fire-engine-lipstick-smile. Your bright red hair in bondage atop your head, just one stray lock has escaped down your shoulder. It strokes your snowy back, and I'm envious. The full length of your Braille spine exposed, certainly you wore no bra tonight. And the way your gown clasps to your butt makes it a solid bet that panties were not on the menu either.

—Craig J. Sorenson

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A Single Wing

I laid two knives beside her hip as she rested on her stomach. Drawing back the hair from her neck, I ran my fingertip along her skin, an invisible line that curved past her shoulder blade and down the right side of her body.

I traced the line again. And again.

This would be the first.

—Blood, Sex & Crimson

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· See also: Sugasm #171 (sugasm.com)
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