Sex Blog Roundup: It's Raining Men

Sometimes it feels like the interweb is filled with nothing but girls. Sure, chicks are fun and all—what with their sugar, spice and everything nicely waxed, coiffed, and implanted (or not)—but every once in a while you gotta wonder where all the dudes are. We here at Fleshbot wish to reconcile this penile inequity, and so from pissing on partners to  bukkake parties to finding something creative to do with all those Chinese take-out chopsticks we present today's roundup of some of our favorite recent moments from the sex blog scene ...from a distinctly XY point of view.

It may be a man's world, but it don't mean nothing without a Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Golden

It's remarkably difficult to piss on someone.

Ms. P wanted to try it. She was turned on by the thought of kneeling fully clothed in front of me, unbuttoning the front her her dress while I let go a steady stream over her tits and face.

This is what you get for talking dirty carelessly on the phone, fantasies that have to get put into practice next time you get together.

On the way over to her place I had a large coffee and thought about how hot the sex would be once she'd gotten thoroughly drenched. I was going to make her wait for anything more than a kiss until afterwards. My bladder was pretty empty when I arrived at her flat, so I had to think of something to do in the meantime.

P came to the door wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I looked her up and down.

"What's this shit?" I asked, unimpressed...

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Terms of Surrender

It has come to my attention that things have changed between us. The persona you have played exclusively in the bedroom for many months has spilled out onto the floors of the rest of your life. I can view this in the ways you are dressing yourself. It is clear in the images of women that draw your attention. Your posture even assumes a difference when i come into the room. Patterns of breathing i'd seen only in your throes of passion now appear as we walk together.

Because of this, i offer you the following terms...

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Stop

Within this room, the normal routine and rhythm of sleep and wakefullness have been discarded. For the whole of the previous day, and the afternoon of the day before that, we have fucked when awake, then slept, then awoken again to fuck (or whatever), without regard to the clock. That's why at this hour, with the rest of the hotel silent, and the sounds of night coming through the slightly open window, I am rolling her over and sliding down between her sleepily spreading thighs.

By now, I have experienced her peak of pleasure maybe a couple of dozen times.

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Friday Night
My hand is still sore.

At 10, I invited Ms. Holloway to chat. At 10:30, we started chatting. At 11, I told her that I was watching Planet Earth. And told her that she was to come over and watch it with me.
There were logistical issues - a cab ride for her - ice cubes to buy for me - and she was over by midnight. So much for going to sleep early.
A comfortable conversation filled with missing pieces and anecdotes about growing up and learning what each of us needed. A nice walk down memory lane for me, and some interesting data points for both of us.
And then a silence filled the room. A purposeful silence, it seemed. "I was wondering when you were going to tell me to do something or hurt me."

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Slum Goddess

My hands were on the arms of the chair. She sat upright and placed them on her breasts. It was my first such feel, and a braless one at that. She pushed back down and we resumed kissing, now with my hands squished against her softness. What seemed like a happy eternity later, she pulled up again and pulled her blouse off. This was my first in-person view of a woman's naked breasts, and I sat there dumbfounded. She smiled at the effect she had on me, then stood, unbuckled my belt and undid the buttons on my jeans. I lifted my butt and she pulled off my jeans and briefs. She motioned me to remove my t-shirt.
My poor dick ached from having strained against the clothing, but was now free and in open air for the first time with a woman.

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Anyone Want the Icing?

When I stepped into the room, I took a moment a drink in the dichotomous situation. To the right of this very large room was a well stocked wet-bar complete with built in refrigerator and wine-chiller (yes, both), along with heavy crystal glasses hanging upside down from the cabinetry. Inside the cabinets was more crystal, some china, and personal decorations. Then that wall continued with thick, grand floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. In the middle of the room, ornate cream-colored couches with dark wood trim and wide matching arm chairs were gathered in a U-shape, with an Oriental rug filling the space between. Tiffany-style standing lamps added ambiance to the overhead in-ceiling lighting. Beyond the open-end of the U was a wall of windows, hidden behind the thick red drapes that shielded the room from sun...or shielded prying eyes from the room. Just in front of the windows sat a large-screen TV. This was a room where a professional entertained.

Tonight, this was a room that served as center stage for a bukkake party.

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See also: Sugasm #92: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive

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