Winter blues got you down? Pack up your troubles and cross over to the sunny side with the giddiest sex bloggers on the interweb this week as they take off to their happy places. Gamble with love, flirt with abandon or exult in being displayed as a prized possession. Happiness may be found in orgasms denied or abundantly gifted, and you never can tell where the magic will land ... why, even your great-grandmother's chair may be transformed into a sex throne beyond your wildest dreams.

It's smiles all around with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Falling is Like This . . .

When you gamble with your heart, you gamble with your mind. And, when you gamble with either of those factories of light, you gamble with the fabric of your entire life.

I am not threatened by the idea that our reason is slave to the passions. Not usually. Standing outside of this concept and talking about it makes all the rational sense in the world to me. Outside of this concept actually happening in my life and, I am secure.

But begin to fall for a girl and those passions will rise up in a near-revolt to their rational suppressors.

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"6": An Oral History

I loved that he had the balls to take me naked into rooms full of people, his ownership revealed by the collar around my neck, the tattoo of his name on my belly and my utter and complete subservience to him. I adored the insolence of these rooms full of men staring pointedly at my pussy. My ass. My tits. For as long as they desired. They didn't need to look at my face or ask my permission for anything. I loved every second of it and found it endlessly arousing.

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Punishment

My office is warm, and despite the cramped space, we're sat side-by-side working on a Tender document. The text on the screen isn't coming together how we would have liked. Even as we both huddle over the laptop, I'm aware of the tension between us, working side by side for an hour with an extremely sexy woman can do that.

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Clash

It started to become a challenge as he spoke assertively in my ear. He would ask me questions over and over 'til I gave an answer. My breathing slurred my words making me sound drunk. I wanted to come with him, he was not ready yet and I was humming. He needed the details and to see in his mind our physical interactions.

"Grace . . . Grace," he would say sternly. He knew just by my breathing if i was getting to close to explode. Yet, his tone just made me more overwhelmed with this desire to hear his voice, words and every syllable that expelled from between his lips.

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Intoxication

I could see the next orgasm building, and I simply held the Wand in the same place, hand over her mouth (both for fun and a vain attempt to be courteous to our neighbors) and most of my weight pressing against her as I watched her climax again.

Then another built and came. Then another. And another.

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When You Get Bored . . .

Back at the homestead, we joked a bit and fondled a little—but I think my irritation was becoming apparent . . . I kissed him and told him to take off his pants and get in the chair . . . (my great-grandmother's chair, God forbid) . . .

He sat there, looking at me silently. I moved slowly . . .

His hair all tussled, his pale skin aglow, and his cock pointing at the ceiling—I knelt in front of him . . . I like this position—it is a mix of sub and dom . . .

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