Archive for the 'hygiene' Category

18
Nov
09

if he were a vampire this would be a turn-on

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Categories: cunnilingus, hygiene and sometimes we should be happy about the lies we tell each other

He rests his lips on top of her mound and breaths out slow and warm. Her hips twitch upward and he slips his tongue between her lips and flicks his tongue upwards. She locks her fingers into his hair, but does not pull him upward or push him down harder, not yet. His keeps his tongue soft and flat as he licks up again, then brings in down in a harder semi-circle around her clit. She is making the throaty vibrations that precurse a soft moan.

“Oh, hold on,” she says to him, pulling him away from her at one side by his hair. She rubs his lips with the index and middle finger of one hand, teasing him into licking her. With the other hand, she removes her forgotten tampon.

12
Nov
09

to be fair, this was kind of out of his hands

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Categories: hygiene, missionary and serious affront to masculinity

Her legs are wrapped tightly around his pelvis as he thrusts into her, hard, fast. She breathes out sharp, as though she is in pain, every time his cock drives all the way in. Her breaths have filled the air between them with electric humidity.

“Oh,” he starts to say from deep in his throat but she uncrosses her legs and pushes him away at his shoulders: “Don’t just yet,” she asks him. “Hold on a minute.”

They freeze there in shaking silence, as though he has crept into her and does not want her to notice. A hair blows into her face and she slowly reaches to push it away, then a ripple runs through her ribcage and she sneezes hard all over his chest. His body clenches.

“I’m sorry,” he says not many seconds later.

“No, it’s fine. It’s my fault.”

11
Nov
09

my research reveals there’s no good term for “asshole” so i went with the vonnegut reference

By That Kind of Girl 1 Comment
Categories: hygiene and rimjob

He sits on her face, the backs of his thighs corralling her breasts, and she laps her tongue along the tender skin between his ass cheeks, running the tip of her pointed tongue in decisive loops around the asterisk. Meanwhile, she slides her hand up his well-lubed cock, then twists her palm over the head – fingers cupped snug – before bringing her hand down again.

She gently works her tongue into him, despite the muscular resistance, and as she wavers it slightly, his cock throbs so big it forces her fingers to spread. It feels hot against her palm.

When he cums, ejaculate arcs into the air, rope after rope, and much of it falls on her chest and stomach. When they lay together afterwards, he fingerpaints the cum on her flesh.

“That was awesome,” she smiles up toward the ceiling. “Jesus.”

“I’m starving, though,” he says. “Let’s take a nap and go out for Mexican food.”

A few moments pass, then she pads naked to the bathroom and brushes her teeth twice.

03
Nov
09

seriously, sweetie, it’s flu season

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Categories: blowjob and hygiene

As she thrusts her face forward on his cock again and again, her breathing grows wetter and more labored. She is skewering her throat on his cock, gasping around it for air. He rests his palm on the crown of her head – not pushing, not exactly.

Every time she pulls her head back, she inhales hard and damp through her noise. Thrust, sniff. Thrust, snort. Thrust, slurp.

Urged on by the play of his fingers and the luxuriating little murmurs in the back of his throat, she braces herself on her hands and throws his head toward his pelvis as fast as she can, hair dancing in constant movement, sucking juicily and non-stop through her dripping nose.

“Sweetie.” He curls his fingers to take a handful of her hair, stopping her madcap rhythm.

“Do you want a Kleenex or something?” “I’m fine,” she gargles from around his cock, then shakes his fingers out of her hair. He folds his arms back behind his head and, without noticing, quirks the corner of his mouth into a little grin.

02
Nov
09

at least she made an impression, i guess

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Categories: 69, blowjob and hygiene

She lays underneath him, catch his cock neatly in her mouth as they 69. When she swishes her tongue over his head, raising her head to take his cock all the way in her throat, he goes down on her maniacally: a juicy riot of flicking and suction and circles with his tongue – now lax, now pointed and vicious.

Sometimes, his intensity causes her to forget that she is going down on him, or to let his cock slip out of her mouth and trail along her cheek while she breathes hard and rhythmic. When she is moments from orgasm, she props herself up toward his cock on one elbow, lightly juggling his balls in one hand, cradling his cock in the other, sliding her face feverishly along his cock. Licking up the shaft, then in a hard twist around the head, down the other side of the shaft, working both hands in opposition to her mouth to create constant movement.

He presses his mouth into her and goes down on her with more intensity, like his whole tongue is somehow inside her clitoris, trying to lick its way out. She grows blind and groping in her attentions. His cock is dripping with her saliva, and she drags her cheeks in the lubrication as she tongues him, swiveling her whole head in time with the grunts he snuffles across the base of her thighs.

Moments after he cums, she drops her head to the sheets, neck muscles aching. Her cheeks are shellacked with, positively saturated with drool. When she lifts her head back up, a moist impression of her profile is soaked into the sheet.

29
Oct
09

what, are we doing this on a five-year plan?

By That Kind of Girl 1 Comment
Categories: hygiene and woman on top

She straddles him in the narrow bed, bouncing rhythmically on his cock while he supports her sweaty breasts with his long-fingered hands. She pants and leans toward him; he catches her mouth in a kiss. After a moment, she flicks her hair back and arches her back, sliding further into his cock.

“Oh god,” he moans. “I’m going to cum.”

She leans back to grind herself in short, firm thrusts against him, their thighs interlocked.

“Oh god. Any second now.”

She leans forward, her breasts dangling over his chest, so close her nipples skim his chest hair. Bracing her arms around his shoulders, she crashes her pelvis into him to the rhythm of her breakaway heartbeat.

“Oh god, I’m cumming,” he growls. “I’m going to cum.”

Twenty minutes later, he still has not cum, and she really needs to pee.

27
Oct
09

should have packed a toothbrush

By That Kind of Girl 1 Comment
Categories: blowjob, hygiene and kissing

He lies back on the bed, arms crossed behind his head, his naked body sprawled languidly toward her. Her tongue is warm, almost hot, as it circles around and flicks his right nipple. She works her tongue down his chest in asymmetrical little jags, lapping and nuzzling and stroking.

When she reaches his cock, she lifts her head for a moment and works her throat, producing saliva, before sliding his cock in her mouth, fast, decisive, until his balls hang off her lower lip like a lip ring.

His whole lower body clenches like a fist, and he grabs her hair and pulls her back up face to face with him so he doesn’t cum too quick. She licks little circles into his shoulder and up his neck, then tilts her mouth in toward his.

“I’d rather not,” he says, placing a firm hand on her ribs to separate their torsos. “It seems kind of unsanitary now.”