Sex Blog Roundup: Anytime, Anywhere

As the song says, why don't we do it in the road? But then, why stop at a road? As the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite recent sex writing on the interweb make abundantly clear, whether you're in the gym, at the movies, or at your office desk, you're just a pubic hair away from the possibiility of orgasm with a willing partner or two (though we have to admit that last scenario seems like sort of a stretch for us, given that our "office" consists of sitting around by ourselves all day in our underwear reading about other peoples' sex lives. Still, you never know.)

Sit tight and let Chelsea Girl be your virtual tour guide after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Gym Meeting

Last week while I was going through my routine I noticed a beautiful woman staring at me. I never like to workout with headphones on because my concentration inevitably goes to the music rather than my muscles, so I have to admit that I was immediately distracted by the glances of this beautiful lady. She was dripping with perspiration as she did her time on the treadmill. The black spandex that she wore was pulled tightly over what appeared to be a flawless body, and the sweat was beginning to show up as wet patches in places. I tried to concentrate on my lifting but could not ignore the tingling that I felt in my crotch.

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Unicorn Sighting, Part 2

We sat down and I slid my coat off. J and I sat there a little stiffly first. The sound of the Ginger Lynn's orgasm being just quiet enough that you could hear the friction of hand on flesh and the movement of clothing in a repetititve, smooth motion-back and forth. It echoed rapidly in some corners and slower in others. We could hear them hold their breath and gasp as they got closer to coming. There was one man in the very front of the theatre who didn't give a damn who heard him moan as he came. The theatre reeked of musky sweat and semen.

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Greta: An Erotic Lingerie Story

Greta knelt on the floor in front of the older gentleman dressed in military garb. Behind his large oak desk in the dimly lit office no one would dare disturb the Minister of Defense and his special guest. Greta tossed off her official hat and unbuttoned the brass buttons of her simple green uniform just enough to expose her pale white breasts. She was one of the highest-ranking women in the East German army and here on official military business. Perhaps that was why Georgry so enjoyed seeing her on her knees, begging for his cock.

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His Turn Now, Part 3: Driving

She devoured a few rolls as we waited, for some reason she seemed to be craving them, and the steak was wonderful. It was an enjoyable meal, sitting across the table from her, talking about anything, looking into her eyes, holding her hands, and every few moments, kicking her chair to make sure the balls were still doing their job properly. I could see a change in her eyes when the vibrations would almost completely stop, almost a look of relief on her face. That meant it was time to kick the chair again and watch her face go flush and her expression change, me smiling wickedly and trying not to laugh too loudly the whole time.

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Me, Her and Him 5

"So what kind of relationship do we have?" Kendall asked. She and I were having lunch in Ellsworth. I had remarked that I enjoyed our relationship. It was my fortieth birthday and after lunch I was going to K-Mart to buy screw-together furniture for my new apartment, because I was moving out of my marriage home of twenty-plus years.

"Well, we're friends who like to have sex together," I answered. This was long before I had ever heard the term "fuck buddy," but that's how I thought of Kendall. Or would have if Donald wasn't in the picture.

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The Surprise

Randy called me from work and suggested that we visit a favorite restaurant. I eagerly agreed. This particular establishment has a casual environment and a clever eclectic menu. It's a family-run local business that we love to patronize.

Upon his arrival, my man greeted me with an especially long and passionate kiss. I suppose, in retrospect, that this should have been a tip-off, but my mind was elsewhere.

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The Workout

Terry was working hard on the stationery bike, knees pumping like a machine. Her breathing was heavy but regular and sweat ran down her cheeks. She loved doing this three times per week. It seemed to give her even more energy after her shower. She glanced at the row of stair masters and her gaze stopped at #3. A slender brunette had her hands behind her back like an accomplished ice skater and was racing up the imaginary stairs. The girl was about Terry's age which is to say mid 20's and was sweating like Terry also. There was a dark stain down the center of her brief top in back and another down her tights that outlined the crevice that divided her shapely rear cheeks.

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