0
Sure, it might be a day for the more puerile types among us to play silly pranks, but the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene don't have time for such frivolity. Or do they? Is it just a bit of fun when an obedient slave asks permission to blow a cute boy, or when a hard top doles out stroke after stroke to a willing bottom? Would you call it a practical joke when one woman asks another for a little more kissing? Or a prank that the girl who likes to be spanked ends up right next to the spanking bench? Don't mess with these folks; they're causing enough trouble on their own as it is.
Join AlwaysArousedGirl in a quick game of "hide the whoopie cushion" after the jump.
. . .
Sex Blog Roundup
by AlwaysArousedGirl
- - -
A delicious evening of kink and sex at Chez SexualSpiritualist...
Eventually he had her worked up to distraction and after some quick whispering she came over to me and asked me in a quiet voice if she could take the nice boy in the other room and suck him off. I asked everyone to quiet down for a moment, and told her to repeat her request for all to hear. She blushed and fidgeted and looked generally adorable, but when she finally asked in a loud voice if she could suck off the nice boy, I kissed her and told her to go ahead.
- Sexual Spiritualist
- - -
His tongue bumped over the hard little knot of her clitoris causing her body to pulse upward. Keeping his tongue hard against her clit he pressed his lips against the surrounding flesh and began sucking rhythmically. Each time he inhaled her flesh into his mouth her whole body would surge forward in tandem. Release, her body falling away. Inhale, drawing her forward. Release. Inhale. And always flicking his tongue against her most sensitive place.
- http://lizwired.com/">Liz Wired
- - -
While I was using the cane on his ass, he kept asking for the next stroke immediately, even though I could tell it was really hurting him. And I complied, but I admit that there was a point where I almost called yellow to stop for a minute and make sure he was okay, because even though he was readily and quickly asking for the next stroke, he was also yelping and practically hyperventilating. I didn't, in the end, call yellow, but I did pause and tell him that I was switching to the riding crop, and I stroked his hair for a minute and waited until his breath was under control again. He was, he informed me later, in a lot of pain BUT ALSO incredibly turned on and rock-hard.
- The Switch is Not a Myth
- - -
I got up the nerve to ask her if she was a top or a bottom, and she admitted that she was a top, but that she was nervous about playing at the party because she hadn't actually really had a chance to top before. I volunteered that I was an experienced stunt-bottom, and told her that if she ever wanted someone to practice on I'd be happy to throw myself beneath her. She said "how about now?" and we wandered off to find some place to play.
- Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl
- - -
Now I wish I could say that this was completely planned on my part, and that I conveniently positioned myself so that I'd be right next to the said bench when he returned. I'm not nearly so slick. My proximity to the bench didn't really occur to me until I was bent over it, trying to keep the ice cube and the ever soggy paper towel surrounding it pressed against my lip, while he was wailing on my tush.
It became one of those scenes where every small verbal misstep on my part became and excuse for a spanking. I am both bratty and have chronic foot in mouth syndrome. I don't know how long we played, all told... at least an hour and a half, by my count. All I know is that a) the movie part never happened and b) by the time I left, my butt was bright red, and generating enough heat to be used as a very small space heater. Ahh, good times.
- how my other half lives
- - -
Post Winter Fire: a Very Good Friday
My head was held up with a scarf that covered my eyes and the world just melted away. After some minor adjustments, I was just floating. Weightless. It wasn't like being in a hammock, it was like being a hammock. It was so very delicious. I felt like a little kid. Until the Hitachi hit my clit and all hell broke loose.
- Fuck: A Love Story
* * * * *
See also: Sugasm #125: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
Thumbnail via Totally Pantyhose, just because (TGP/preview gallery @ porn-o-rama.com, via Ask Jolene)
Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive
