Sex Blog Roundup: Happy Campers

Every now and then, the stars converge and everything seems to go your way. Today's roundup of some of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene finds folks enjoying a few extra dollops of bliss. One may be giddy from a lover's ravishment, while another is just content to sit at her husband's feet while he reads. Even when things don't go exactly according to plan—who'd think that when the john requested pantyhose, he wasn't thinking of sexy hosiery?—these bloggers make the best of any situation.

Keep on the sunny side with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Possession

I love it when the Crazyboy owns me.

After a long day apart, he'll take me inside a lonely elevator and plunder my mouth with hot, open-mouthed kisses. He'll reach inside my (strategically) loose tunic top and fondle my nipples until they're rock-hard. He'll pull my hair back and tug it passionately to give our mouth-fucking a better angle.

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Hot Rock Sex

This was a restful weekend for me, no wild sex parties, no orgies, no swinger dances, just me and my husband, taking it easy at a little cottage by a lake. It was very romantic, quiet nights, restful pleasant days. Even the flies stayed away.

Saturday night we had a couple of drinks and laid in front of the fire and tried out this new little gadget I bought called a "hot rock." You put it in a pot of boiling water and heat it up for a few minutes, then use it to massage your partner.

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At His Feet

As you know, while my husband enforces a certain number of rules on me and punishes me on occasion, with various degrees of consistency depending on what else is going on in his and my lives, I am not exactly my husband's submissive per se. Nevertheless, with my strong interest in milder forms of BDSM, these are the roles we absolutely love to play—bring on the leather and chains!

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Depressed Transcendence

I was depressed and horny at the same time. It's not so unusual. Being depressed can feel like longing.

When he came home from work, I let him know what I wanted. We took off our clothes and went to bed, where I stoked his cock, cupped his balls, touched his cock gently. Then I started taking it in my mouth. I felt it grow in my mouth as I sucked and licked. I bobbed my mouth on his dick, going quickly. He started to quietly moan.

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Cantilever and Posture, Part Two

Max sweats so much I can soon enough see the outline of her massive areolae through her bra's substantive material. Rivulets of perspiration course their way to the mattress, but before they get there, submitting to gravity, they have to navigate a wondrous assemblage of womanly excess.

Some of what she manufactures puddles about my belly-button, sheening my abs. What I've produced commingles with this, pooling in my navel; it tickles.

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Panty Ho

Do you have any idea how hard it is to find true sheer-to-waist pantyhose?

Pantyhose. As in the kind which start at the toes and magically, seamlessly go all the way up past one's belly button.

Last week The CEO suggested that I might wear pantyhose for our date. I liked his explanation of his fascination with stockinged legs: " . . . it seems like women don't wear hose to the office anymore." Sweet, right?

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See also: Sugasm #79: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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