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Prince Charming may be out there somewhere, but until he shows up there are plenty of frogs to kiss. In this week's once upon a time, we follow the crumbs left by some of our favorite sex bloggers as they recount their used-to-bes, never-weres, and shouldn't-evers. Consequences aree damned as they give in to passion with the chauffeur or screw in the boy's locker room, and an occasional lover may prove more trouble than he's worth. Then there's the online hookup who misrepresented himself ... but he's there, you're there, and who else needs to know about it anyway?
It's better than nothing with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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My New York Indiscretion: Conclusion
I've found forbidden passion and though a million consequences lie ahead of me, I'm resolved to sin.
Aaden's fingertips are rough on my thighs as he rubs them up and down my legs, his mouth working on that secret explosion of ecstasy. I give in completely when his wet, warm tongue snakes in between the valley between my thigh and my kitten. I slip my hands around me on the silky counterpane like I'm making snow angels, my mind gently falling in rhythm to the physical pleasure overwhelming me.
- Allegory of an Underage Femme Fatale
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When he came out of the locker room, we kissed then I told him to follow me. I looked up and down the hallway and he he asked what I was doing. I just told him to be quiet. When I didn't hear or see anyone, I opened up the door to the weight room. It took him a couple seconds to figure out why we were going into the weight room and why I locked the door behind us. Then he smiled.
Looking back now, I don't know why I wanted to have sex so much in the weight room, it really smelled like sweaty men, but the risk of fucking there really turned me on.
- Anal Amy
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He shows up at my door right on time with I am Legend. I pop the movie in the DVD player and turn off the lights. He is sitting on the couch so I join him there. I like to cuddle up to the guy when I watch a movie so I got close to him. my head was on his shoulder and my hand on both of our legs. The combination of his smell (not a bad one) and warmth was really turning me on as I watched the movie. My hand gradually went over to his leg and up to his crotch as the movie continued. There was a point where I lost complete recognition of the movie and was so sexually charged. All I could think was fucking him.
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"How Do You Live With Yourself?"
"How do you live with yourself?" my lover asks me . . . his hazel eyes narrowing, and the overly-concerned note returning to his voice. I hate that tone. It doesn't truly feel caring, for some reason—it feels like a lecture, and we've gone from being two friends and two lovers to being lecturer and lecturee. Subject and object.
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Married guys come in two varieties . . . my experience anyway . . . the ones who are uncomfortable with their desires . . . maybe even agonizing, but they are reluctantly acting on them. The second variety are the ones who seem to have no problem playing with other guys and go about it nonchalantly. This guy was in the second category. I'm always interested in asking about the long-term plan . . . bail from the marriage at some point? Continue the double life forever? Or what?
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Also, in addition to his fingers and pussy-eating skills, I forgot to mention how awesome his cock is. And about the time that I sat him on a towel on the couch and I sat on top of him facing away from him, leaning my hands on his thighs, working up and down. And then how I stretched forward to lean first my hands and then my forearms on the coffee table and he took my thighs, my hips, my ass in his soft strong hands and pivoted my hips back as I slid down him, forward as I moved up, and how all I could do was deeply whisper-moan "sooooo goooood."
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See also: Sugasm #125: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
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