Sex Blog Roundup: Spring Training

Forget about the chill in the air; forget about that stupid groundhog and whatever he did or didn't see. It may still be winter, but here's proof that spring is just around the corner.

February seems so early for something called Spring Training, but as red-blooded American baseball fans know, February's the time to oil up your glove, rub some spit into your palms, take a few good strokes, get a hit and slide into home. We know it sounds dirty, but probably that's why they still call baseball America's pastime. C'mon, sluggers, we all know baseball's got the best euphemisms for fucking. Strap on your cup and board the bus with Madeline for your spring training: It might not be midsummer yet, but things sure are heating up.

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decisions

I asked why he was going so slow and he told me to shut up. I grabbed his ass and that made him go faster. Jack knew that I liked this and kept going faster. He knew how much getting cum on me turned me on as much as it did him, so he pulled out and straddled between my hips and stomach. He took his cock in his hands and began stroking. Jack grabbed my hair and lifted my head so I could watch him. He told me that he was close and to expect what I wanted from him. It didn't take that much after he said that when he started to cum. He got it on my face and ran down my neck and then there was some on my tits.

-Sex and Baseball

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Temporary Insanity

"You want this?" I grunted and teased her with the hot lubed sensation massaging easily against her bare anus. I stroked softly. The sensation of the very tip against her soft flesh made me hotter. Her skin was so soft. Her voice so syrupy smooth. She had the perfect sex voice and in the midst of the sex, she couldn't control her urges.

-The Dirty Details

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When does fucking become making love?

I can remember the first time that things changed. He announced that he was going to make love to me and the sex was slow and gentle. It felt as if he made me a part of him. He kept whispering how much he loved me in my ear, against my neck, his lips moving the words on mine. Our bodies were so tightly melded together, belly to belly, thigh to thigh as my legs wrapped around his and drew him ever closer. My orgasm was quiet and soft, but so fulfilling.

-Having My Cake And Eating It Too

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nub

The situation had arisen that, somehow, we ended up face to face on the hard floor, the weight of our cojoined bodies focused on the pivoting rocker of my spine, my hips cupped to contain his, my shoulders lifted to his chest as his breath expelled sharply into my ear. My body a cradle, the lullaby of lust the tune that we sang.

I lightly rub myself against the leather sofa to feel the expanding pain, relishing the unseen mark of an abandoned moment.

-Carnalis

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Sore

You look at your forearm. Run your fingers over part of it, and wince again. You have a bruise. You rack your brain - how on earth did you get bruised there?

Then you remember where - and last night comes rushing back. You got it from bracing yourself against the headboard. On your stomach, arms holding onto the wooden headboard, spine curved almost to the point of snapping as he fucks you from behind. You're not quite on your knees; you strain to prop yourself up under his weight.

-Heartbreak Nymphomania

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No Reason

I pulled down my tights, sighing.

"I cannot wait til fucking summer. No more tights. You can just put your hand between my legs and just like. Just like..." I wandered off, watching him take off his pants, seeing a little wet spot on his underwear. I took a couple steps toward him. And our hands went everywhere. We became hands.

-The Late Bloomer Finally Blooms

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· See also: Sugasm #158 (sugasm.com)
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