Sex Blog Roundup: Reckless Behaviors

It seemed like a good idea at the time ... but on reflection, was it? Today's roundup of the some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week listens in on the gloatings, the misgivings and the morning-after second guessings that nag at those who dared to take a risk or two. He may have deserved it, but who the hell slaps her Master? The pierced clit hood looks great, but is not having sex for a month worth it? It's hard to turn down a blowjob, but from your boss? In a taxi? Some think that it was all worth it when all is said and done, while others ... well, learning a lesson isn't so bad sometimes either.

Give in to that devil in your ear with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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The Hunted

The moment my hand viciously connects with his cheek, I know to run. Every part of me is saturated with adrenalin. Four nimble arcs and I reach the kitchen, foolishly backing myself against a wall. Fuck. Within a split second, he's on me. The warmth of his body pinning mine to the cold surface behind. He's holding me in place with his hand on my throat.

"Why did you just hit me?" He's hissing in my ear now. He pulls away and I see the desire flickering in his eyes, his grasp tightening a little. His face is mere inches from mine. I lick my lips in panic.

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Birthday Wishes

"No sex for a month!"
Kyle looks bemused by this. I'm simply annoyed.

"They don't tell you that until they get the bar in." I'm griping. My birthday present to myself was going to be a triangle piecing, but the piercer and I went through my anatomy (totally inadequate) and decided a vertical hood bar was best. The whole procedure was quick, though hardly painless, and much better than my last attempt 10 years back, where I was told in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out of there if I was anything less than perfectly comfortable with the needle by some smarmy jackass with the bedside manner of Atilla the Hun.

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Late-Night Ramblings

I like tears. I like fear and pain and broken begging. I know that doing something to someone that they don't want done to them turns me on.  I know that that makes me, in the eyes of many and to some extent in my own conscience too, a bad person. But I know that it's true, and I know that, if there's any way to do it that's morally justifiable, it's in kink. I just haven't figured out quite how yet.

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My Boss Gave Me A Blowjob During A Taxi Ride

Elaine went down on me immediately, first by unzipping me and pulling down my trousers down over my knees. Fuck yeah, this was awesome, you horny Afrikaans babe. My almost hard cock poked out and Elaine just spat on the head very aggressively, only the Elaine way, of course. She licked all around the head teasing me with her spit. Her tongue was just delightfully amazing. The passing city lights lit up the scene for us in the back of the taxi. She spat again on me but this time all over my shaft before taking me in her mouth. This was fantastic but what does this mean, I thought to myself? Nothing you dick, just sit back and do as your boss says, and enjoy your dick being sucked while you get it.

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Who's Got The Button?

I've been sending dirty pictures from the internet to his phone. He's asked for them, but wasn't specific about what they should be. It's been almost an experiment for me, to see what pushes his hot buttons and what doesn't.

I started with pretty girls doing nothing in particular. Then, I went through a blow-job picture phase. There were a bunch of those. Obviously that's on my mind a lot these days. The feedback was fun, but not much more than "nice tits" or "you just like to suck cock." (Did I mention I sent a bunch of those?)

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Popping Our Cherries

I went to Crazy Larry's one night (King's Road) with my friend Jane, her 19 year old brother Jake and his friend whose name was Dan. All the girls at Crazy Larry's fancied this Dan bloke and so I made it a personal goal for myself to lose my virginity to this incredibly sophisticated (to me) 19 year old. We went back to Jake's student residences at LSE and smoked some joints. Jane said she was going home, did I want to come? I said, "No, I'm staying here." Now, since Jake and Dan shared a room I promptly got into bed with Dan and lost my virginity.

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See also: Sugasm #119: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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