The malls are crawling this week with disappointed people returning gifts that were the wrong size, the wrong shape, or just plain wrong. Too bad they can't exchange presents with the busy elves in today's roundup of the best sex writing on the web. Not sure what do give the guy whose girlfriend doesn't put out? Blowjobs make nice stocking stuffers, and they come in all sizes! Perhaps your panties will bring a smile to some poor sap, or a simple surrender of your body may be just what your master wanted. And just because Christmas is over doesn't mean that Santa still isn't keeping busy: he was recently spotted dropping a few Franklins for the working girls.

Gather up your receipts and wrap it up with Jefferson after the jump.

Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Presents and a Blowjob

We kissed a little, and he hinted that he'd like to go someplace more private. I made excuses about not feeling good. Then kind of a lot more forward, he asked for a blowjob. I was definitely being guilt tripped into it. He said his girlfriend hadn't done anything for him since he had gotten home. And I really didn't see Brett minding. In fact, I could see him telling me to go for it.

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The Angel of Times Square

This is the true story—a heartwarming Christmas tale—told to me by Annie, of the angel haunting Times Square: a bum who won the lottery (or something!), who has been going to all the peepshows, bestowing thousands of dollars on the live girls in recent weeks. Allegedly, he gave Joyce around two thousand dollars one night. And one slow December Sunday's eve, Annie recounted the night he gave her $1200.

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Lessons in Submission

He said no . . . he wasn't going to fuck me. He said he didn't need that from me today, that it wasn't my role to worry what he needed. That I just needed to know he would take from me what he needed. That was the joy in being submissive . . . that I didn't need to worry about what he needed or that I would somehow leave him unsatisfied...that he would take what he needed.

As if I hadn't just learned that lesson.

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A Present

The white cotton underwear I've got on under my jeans is what I'm giving Ben for Christmas. When I called him today to confirm our appointment for tomorrow, he told me a long story about his dentist and the size of his gums and an expensive surgery to clean them that he apparently doesn't need.

He beams at me over the phone. "Your Christmas present is going to be even better that you thought!"

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Peppermint Kisses
Slick thighs meeting slick thighs. and hips and hands entangling in curly hair.

She smelled of peppermint. I told her so in whispers against her ear. Breasts nudging each other as we felt the music and each other, perhaps we felt the music in each other. It felt right it felt meant to be I forced my eyes to focus on her and remember, I found her eyes watching mine, tentatively I moved in letting my glossy lips brush against hers, her hands pulled me back to her when I started to move away and I tasted peppermint. And sweetness and her.

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Quickie

First came the phone call, as she sat innocently hiding behind her computer screen, wishing to god that work could somehow dissipate into thin air, and she could be left alone to her fantasies.

"Hi stranger."

"Jesus-fuck-me-slowly, it's been a long time! You disappeared off the face of the earth."

They'd met, and met again. Months ago. Then . . . nothing. He'd left her with a battery-operated butterfly and a promise of a phone call upon his return . . . which had never materialized. But she never bore unnecessary grudges; life was too short. And she was genuinely happy to hear from him again.

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