A Day at the Fair

First Date on the Midway

It had been a hot day, standing out in the open, under the blazing sun among all those people. Before then, we hadn't really been sure if we liked each other; you know, like like. We hadn't had a chance to be by ourselves since we met a few weeks ago. Always among friends, never more than a few sentences of conversation.

But this day we were alone. It was the first truly hot day of the year. She must have checked the weather report that morning, because she wore shorts that showed miles of smooth, slender legs, toned from the 3 miles she runs daily. Her shirt was light and looked like it wanted to cling tightly, lovingly to her upper body but was just a little bit too shy.

She was beautiful, even as her hair became frizzed and her face developed a light sheen of sweat over the course of the day. We found we complemented each other very well, and the attraction grew steadily as the sun arced across the cloudless sky. The inhibitions of her shirt must have burned away under the glare of the sun because it now clung to her skin with what I might have called jealousy, as though it could sense that I'd been wondering what she looked like without it all day.

Alone At Last

Around six or so, we decided to get some real dinner, instead of the fried fat on sticks they were selling at the fair. We held hands on the way out, and she gave me a long, slow, lazy kiss before we got into the car. I tried to restrain myself, but there's a very good chance she may have detected the reaction that sultry kiss had on me.

After dinner, she invited me to her apartment. I'd been there before, with other friends of course, but I was nervous this time. It was just going to be the two of us.

I was a little awkward for a while, and she noticed. I felt stupid about being awkward, but hopefully she thought it was cute. Maybe because of that, she didn't notice me stealing glances at her swollen nipples. Or, at least, she didn't mind.

We ended up on her couch, talking at first, but it didn't take long for her to lean in and brush her lips against mine. I had to hold myself back, had to practically sit on my hands so I didn't try grabbing her tits right away. There was magic, the kind whose sparkles you can only feel during a First Kiss.

The kiss deepened quickly, and I soon found her on my lap, straddling me. I took this to mean it was okay if I attended her breasts, so that's what I did. They were firm and soft at the same time, heavy in my hands. She pressed them into my hands, and I groaned against her tongue.

Things began to happen quickly, yet at the same time not fast enough. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, to hear her whimpers and moans, and yet I wanted to savor every moment.

Her shirt came off, then mine. While we resumed our frantically passionate kiss, she pressed her body against mine, giving me a taste of what was to come. Her skin was impossibly smooth, so much smoother than mine; it was like silk against wool.

My hands were all over her. I caressed the curve of her waist, squeezed the toned muscles of her tight little ass, and massaged her slender thighs.

When she broke the kiss again, it was to unclasp her bra. The breasts that came free were absolutely glorious. And I'm not saying that because I may have been momentarily biased by passion and lust. When she leaned forward, I grasped them, squeezed them, and took one of her swollen nipples into my mouth.

Passion and lust took over at that point, and I no longer had much control of the situation. The rest of our clothes came off and she was rolling a condom over the length of my cock. She climbed back up and carefully took me into her moist warmth. She was tight and so very smooth; it took a little effort to get me all the way inside her, but every inch of the way was pure bliss.

When she was comfortable, she began to ride me hard and fast, her breasts bouncing in my face with every thrust. I could see the hunger in her eyes, hear the lust and desire in every grunting scream as she impaled herself over and over and over again. She would be an insatiable lover. I could tell that after just a couple minutes of her riding me like an untamed stallion.

She came quickly and loudly, and I was right behind her. It was beautiful; like it was right out of a steamy romance novel where the lovers embrace while they both plunge into the infinite depths of their climax.

It was some of the best sex I've ever had, even though not more than twenty minutes had passed since she'd first kissed me. There was so much passion in those twenty minutes, though, that it felt like hours had passed.

We've seen each other a few more times since then, and each time has been equally as enjoyable. She is a remarkable girl that I find myself thinking about often.

Oh, and yes - she is insatiable.

Denise Milani

I think I'm in love. This woman is absolutely stunning. I mean, if you've got the same tastes I do, she's perfect.

Fuck, what I wouldn't give to have this woman as a pleasure slave. To have those breasts, that body, that mouth at my beck and call. Could you imagine coming home, and that smile greets you when you come in the door? It sure would help melt the stresses of the day if I could just unzip my pants and have her drop to her knees with a sparkle of loving subservience in her eyes and swallow my cock. After I shoot my come in her mouth and on her tits, we'd have a quick dinner then get back to the sex.

I'm fairly confident that I would have a permanent erection while I was in this woman's presence.

The Weekend

Man, it's been a long week. I've been putting in long hours at work, and haven't gotten nearly enough sleep.

I did manage to make it out to a bar Saturday night, though; first time I've been to a bar in a long, long time, actually. Drinking isn't really my thing, but every once in a while I like to get out of the house. Surprisingly, there weren't very many good looking girls at the one place we went. Some might have been cute, were it not for the drunken stupor. I have to say, though, that the girl going around with the Jell-O shots and Jaegerbombs had a nice rack. She was a little heavier than I tend to like but the view just above the tray was nice enough.

Anyway, I don't really have a story or anything here; I just wanted to type something up so I stay connected, you know?

So, here's a picture of what I did not see at the bar.

One Lump, Or Two? - Sugasm #127

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

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If Life Were a Porn Movie

Sometimes life presents you with a scene straight out of a porno.

Not that I would ever have the balls to go through with something like that, but regardless....

Anyway, as I was leaving the building today to grab some lunch, there was a shapely blond girl standing in the lobby, talking on her cell phone. I didn't give her much more thought than "that's a tight little ass."

On my way to the car, I noticed a cab. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw the hot blond get into afore-mentioned cab. And that's as far as reality takes us on this little journey.

Now, if this had been a porno, I would have slammed on the brakes, jumped heroically out of my Buick Mercedes, and intercepted the damsel in distress before she could slide that delicious body into the stinking, stained backseat of the cab.

"Need a ride?" I'd say with a beaming smile and a suggestive wink, just as a gust of wind comes along to tousle my streaming locks.

"Why yes, I do," she would say, drawing her eyes down my body, stopping for a moment on the bulge that had formed in my jeans. I would let her into my car, then go around and get behind the wheel.

As soon as we were on the road, she'd ask something like, "How much do I owe you for the ride?"

"Don't worry about it," I'd say with a smirk.

"Please, let me do something," she'd reply with seduction dripping from her words, then reach over and unzip my jeans. I'd be already hard and thick as her slender fingers wrapped around my shaft and began to stroke.

She'd direct me to a parking structure, or maybe a secluded park. It wouldn't matter because once the car was in Park, she would smile and lean over to take my raging cock into her mouth. Bobbing up and down, stroking the shaft, using her saliva as lubrication, she would have me near orgasm within moments. With a grunt and a groan I would fill her mouth with my cum, and she would swallow every drop.

Giving me a moment to collect myself and prepare for the next round, she would shimmy out of her jeans and panties, then climb aboard for a ride. She'd guide me to her dripping pussy and I'd sink into her warm, wet sheath. She'd ride me hard and vicious, tearing her shirt off so I could watch her tits bounce with each stroke. She would writhe and moan on my shaft, until finally she would go into convulsions as the orgasm tore through her body.

Of course, that would just be the warm up. After we caught our breath, we'd be at it again, fucking, sucking, licking in the car, on the car, next to the car, under the car, you name it. My cock would always be hard, she would always be wet, and orgasms would be bountiful.

Yeah, if only life were a porno.

Secret Plot (vol 2)

Secret Plot is back to continue the sexy adventures!

Volume two continues with Miki, who has her hands full with two eager young men. The poor boys are inexperienced, so Miki takes it upon herself to show them how to please a woman.

The art in this volume is exceptional. None of these are censored, so you get to see penetration, licking, sucking... and even a tonsil-eye view of a blowjob.

Subtle Advertising

I first saw this ad on Reddit or Digg or somewhere a while ago. I just saw it again today, and I wanted to share it.

In short, this subtle ad is brilliant. It might take you a second or two to get it, but when you do, you'll know it.


It's an ad for Wonderbra, if that helps.

Rule 34 - Cinderella

Here we have Rule 34 applied to Disney's Cinderella.

Looks like Cinderella may have been robbed on her way to ball by a gang of highwaymen. After they found no valuables in the coach, they decided to take Cindy's booty.

Several times.

Poor Cindy. I guess this would disqualify her from the Prince's search for a bride among all eligible maidens in the kingdom.

Oh well. Maybe Cindy could run away from her step mother and earn a decent living working in one of the red light houses in the shadier district.

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Author's Note: Go ahead and check out the artist's website (address is in the image.) It's a subscription site, but if you take the tour, there are a handful of very hot drawings.

Is there a polite way to ask a girl...

...if you can jack off on her tits?

I was at Target last night, and one of the girls working a checkout lane was wearing a most delicious v-neck top. I was in another lane (hmm, I wonder why her register was so busy) but I had a very nice view.

Her breasts weren't huge, but they were definitely handfuls, maybe more. When she stood straight, you couldn't see much cleavage, unless you were quite a bit taller than her. But when she bent over to put the customer's items in the bag.... From the next lane over, it was a mighty fine view indeed.

What I remember the most about them was that they seemed very soft. Her skin was smooth and pale, and almost seemed to glow in the fluorescent lights. The mounds of her breasts jiggled and shook ever so slightly when she moved, back and forth between swiping an item over the scanner and setting it carefully in the bag.

I stood there at my register, trying to not seem obvious that I was staring at the angel at the other checkout. The hag scanning my items was polite, and I responded to her with my own minimal politeness, but my attention was on the vision not thirty feet away. She was beautiful, and very much out of my league, but that didn't stop me from thinking about her this morning in the shower.

So, Is There?

I don't want to fuck her (well, yeah I do, but I mean to say that jacking off would be enough for me,) nor do I even want her to take off her shirt and bra. I want to preserve that glorious cleavage, after all. I don't want to date her... I don't even need to speak to her - she could be the stupidest, most ignorant and obnoxious person on the planet. She wouldn't even have to tell me her name or even say Hello.

If she could just kneel down right there, with those perfect, plump, pillowy mounds, it wouldn't take more than a minute or two. I could spill my load in ecstasy, drawing lines and dots on those magnificent breasts and be on my way. We could do it in the restroom so she could clean up right away; though her coworkers might wonder at the weird stains on her burgundy shirt.

No obligations, no exchanging of information. Just a quick display of how attractive I find her. That's all. She wouldn't even have to do anything. Hell, I'd even offer to clean my own jizz of her chest. That sounds like a pretty good deal to me.

Nice Hat

I've never had a thing for girls wearing hats, but that hat is hot. I would love to have those ties wrapped around my fist while I pushed my cock down her throat, fucking her face, pulling on that hat. Once I sprayed my cum all over her face, I'd let her stroke me back to life, then climb onto my glistening pole and bounce, bounce, bounce....

Man she's fucking hot.

*ahem*