If you've got it all together and things are starting to get a little dull, take some tips from the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web this week and think about doing things you thought you would never do. Surprised by the discovery that your friend is a cokehead? Imagine find yourself blowing him in a video booth! Awakened by your boyfriend fucking you in his sleep? Maybe you'll like him better as a somnambulist! Sex in a public bathroom is one thing, sex in the office is another ... and imagine the possibilities once the web cams are in place. By the time your wife is blowing you in the taxi, you know it'll be a ride you won't forget.

Consider the possibilities with Jefferson after the jump.

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by Jefferson

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Vanilla Turns Chocolate

Giggling, we headed back inside and beelined for the video booths, avoiding eye contact with the clerk. On the way I made a brief, flickering eye contact with an orthodox Jewish guy looking at DVDs. We settled back into the booth and I had commenced sucking him off when we heard the door of the booth next to us open. We exchanged looks, his cock still in my mouth.

I kept going. There was a smallish rectangular opening along the bottom of the metal divider between the two booths. The guy had his head down near the opening, watching us. My gentleman friend seemed to be okay with this turn of events, so I increased the speed of my cocksucking, eliciting moans from both guys. A few minutes later our neighbor's eyes disappeared from the opening, only to be replaced by his dick shortly afterward. I looked at my partner, a little alarmed.

"Touch it," he said.

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Congratulations! You're a Winner!

One month ago we emailed Mike the great news. So what did he choose?

"I want to watch the two of you together . . . you know, intimately."

Since then, Sylvanus has been busy making that happen. Mike is many many miles away, so meeting each other was not in the plans. Instead, since Sylvanus is a pro with technology, he set out to make our bedroom into a web cammers dream come true.

Microphones are strategically placed. Cameras found home in all angles of the bedroom. We were set.

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sleepsex (iii)

When my boyfriend—I'll call him Jack—rapefucked me in my sleep, it prolonged our relationship past its prime. Even when I realized that we weren't a good couple, I stayed with him because I was attracted to his alter ego, his subconscious sleep personality. After that first night, it happened again and again, almost nightly. We'd both go to sleep and then I'd wake in the middle of the night to his hands prying my thighs apart, his breath at my neck, and sometimes surprisingly coherent dirty language. He got so much harder asleep than awake, and while most nights he would wake up mid-fuck and roll off, leaving me in a state of agony, other nights he'd come and come loudly. It was more satisfying and more exciting than our mutually conscious sex had ever been, and I felt more attracted to him at night, like this, than when we were both awake. In other words, I was most attracted to him when he was asleep.

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In The Public Bathroom

He suggested we should go back to my place, since his roommate was having friends over. I suggested we go to an empty classroom, or even the bathroom. Both had been a fantasy of mine since I discovered we had classes in the same building every other evening. Plus, since we were one of the last people in the building, this might be our last chance to fuck here. The classrooms seem to be locked so we sneaked into a girls' room, doing a silly look-both-ways before sneaking in.

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A Speck to a Fuck

Your hand reaches for my collar to remove a speck of dirt and before I know it your hands are sliding over my shoulders massaging them through my shirt, firmly yet caringly. I can feel your sharp nails through my shirt.

My hands wander to your waist, hold you tight, pull you close. My hands slide around your back and onto your arse.

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Of Taxi Rides and "Virgin" Asses

We had both drank enough that getting a cab home was the only way to go. We could have taken public transportation other than the subway that would have been quicker, but fuck that. So we get in the cab. SR starts making out with me and touching me. I was kinda surprised at the level of it, but really I'm not gonna complain. My level of exhibitionism is much higher than hers. Maybe it was that or it was the amount of wine I'd had to drink. Whichever it was I decided to push it a little.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.

Thumbnail via Creampie Surprise (TGP/preview gallery @ apcgalleries.com, via Ask Jolene)

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