Sex Blog Roundup: Do The Math

It may take two to tango, but in today's roundup of some our favorite moments from the sex blog scene we find the steps get a lot more interesting when you have more partners to dance with: add one or two others to the mix, and suddenly you've got more moves than Astaire. (Though as one stripper laments, adding sixty is just too much work.) Take in a Parisian orgy, or jet off to warmer climes to try the clams ... you may see your friend spank his wife, or your own wife might invite you to watch her with her new boyfriend.

Add it up with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Parisian Underground I

So, the thing with orgies—and I hate the word 'orgy' because it brings to mind the 70's, with the super-bush and the wah-wah pedal or, for that matter, 70AD, with the togas and the wine-guzzling, and this was neither, neither symptomatic of imperial ruin nor comically porntastic—but the thing with orgies is that they're a lot like Twister.

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On Orgies, Amusement Parks and Cheese

The fun of both orgies and amusement parks is primarily somatic. In essence, diving into the wet pool of group sex and strapping yourself into a padded seat to take on a few G's are both experiments in the physical extreme. They're like parties for the bodies; whatever pleasure the mind registers—and in both settings the psychological pleasure is probably in excess and relatively unnoticed—gets overshadowed by the fleshy fun. Intrinsic to both is the inextricability of the risk from the thrill: You simply can't have one without the other. To manage that thrill/fear dynamic, both orgies and amusement parks often have themes, restrictions and rules: You must be this tall to ride! No single men! Hands must remain inside! Creative black tie!

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Something I Never Need To Do Again . . .

It was like trying to communicate with puking kindergartners.

You know how when you were little and your teacher wanted everyone's attention and he or she would raise their hand, maybe making a designated hand symbol that means "it's time to be quiet and listen?" And every kid who saw would immediately mimic the teacher, until the whole room was quiet with their hands in the air? Yeah, that's what they do at this frat. But instead of a peace sign or something, they put their fingers into the 'silent shocker'. Hand open and flat, fingers together, then take your ring finger and touch it to your thumb. You know: "Two in the pink, one in the stink."
Seriously.

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Flying The Friendly Skies Part II

It should be noted that T is what we in the "biz" call bi-selfish. That mean she enjoys having the passive side of her bisexuality. However, at this point in time, she tossed that concept out of the window. She attacked Snowball's beard-less clam with such gusto, you would think it was all you can eat lobster night at Sam's Fish Shack. It was a sight to behold. Snowball later told her that she is the first person since me that could make her cum like that from pussy licking.

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Nobody Likes A Tease

There's no warning of what's to come, except the frost of cold breath as he noisily exhales...and "SMACK" right on my left cheek. I squeal in shock and start flailing around, trying to back myself out of the seat. But he's right behind me, and pinning my legs down ensures that I won't be going anything. "D.............!" I call, "M's not playing fair!" D comes around to the other side of the cab and opens the door, that sadistic smile I know all too well on his face. "You gotta hit her harder than that, right now she probably likes it." I sense something sinister building in the air as the two men lock gazes over my prone form.

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My Wife With Jim
My wife went out last night with her latest lover Jim. She called me late last night to tell me she was spending the night with him in a hotel not far from our house. She said she would call me when she wanted me to pick her up but it wouldn't be until early morning.

I had a hard time sleeping knowing she was out getting fucked and wondering exactly what they were doing. She called me about 9:00 this morning and told me Jim had left and that I should come to the hotel and pick her up. She said she was in room 212 and that she also had a lot to tell of what they did last night.
- Cuckold Blog

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See also: Sugasm #116: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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