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by AlwaysArousedGirl

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Diary of a Futa (part4)

After a few moments Laura had popped my cock out of her mouth, stroking my shaft tightly with her fist she asked" are you read to cum?"

"Yes," I gasped weakly, barely able to concentrate on her question. She grinned and dove onto my cock once again. Catching me by surprise, Laura reached into my panties and deftly rammed her fingers into my dripping wet and over-excited pussy. That, combined with the feeling of her hot, wet mouth sucking my cock, put me right over the edge - I think I screamed out loud as I came, hard.

- The S Spot

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Sex Club Visit, Pt. 1

After I'd sucked him for a while I laid back and slipped out of my panties. I pulled my already short dress up to my waist and he licked me while I played with my nipples. While that was happening another couple came in and started fucking on the couch next to us. We both watched them as another couple joined in the play. I never did figure out if they all knew each other.

- Arousal of the Minx

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Chase Me, Fuck Me.

I did as I was told, climbing up onto my hands and knees and presenting my ass to her. She slapped my ass hard with an open hand, and then bent down and slid her tongue slowly up the crack of my ass, stopping at the little starfish, teasing it with little probing thrusts. When she was finished, she moved up and positioned her cock at the entrance to my back passage and began pushing in.

- The 'Real' Princess Diaries

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Untitled

After a few minutes and no real build-up of an orgasm, I had to take a break. My hand was cramping.

He laughed at me and sympathized with me and kept stroking his cock. I couldn't resist masturbating more, though, because I love to watch him and it makes me squishy in places it's pleasant to be squishy. I did achieve an orgasm, finally: toe curling, toe straightening, teeth gnashing, head tossing, glorious orgasm. I was lost for a moment or three, and when I came to, N. was spreading my legs and preparing to fuck me.

- A Former Virgin

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Time to ourselves finally

I pulled her collar, grabbed her throat and applied pressure while fucking her telling her to cum while cutting off her breath. Ahh it was glorious. after so long of going back and forth to other folks houses and what not to finally get some time together to be intimate.

- Master Coyote's Den

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Beach Baby

We rolled over so I was sitting on top of him. Slowly I rode up and down on his cock, hearing him groan. Alex slide his finger over my clit, tasting my wetness. I moved up and down, feeling his head do things to my insides.

- Eyes Wide Shut

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by AlwaysArousedGirl

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Mister McIntyre's Secret - Part Five

She moved over to my bed. The way her hand slipped off my hip as she moved away made my chest hurt a little.

She put her high healed foot up on my bed. She pulled the black dress up her leg slowly, showing more perfect leg, then the black lace top of her stockings and the naked flesh under her garter. Her panties were small black lacy French things. I was hypnotized by her. I didn't way anything, I didn't think, I didn't even breath.

- roughwords

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"You Should Know Better Than to Ask That…"

Leaning forward, I held her sides just below her breasts and started sliding back and forth in a fucking motion. She was slippery – almost too smooth. It felt good, and looked fantastic! Her smooth white ass stood out from her tanned back and legs. My hard, red cock sliding between her orbs. I was surprised to hear her heavy breathing and was again tempted to pull back and spear her; guessing her cunt was now moist and inviting.

- Unbroken

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barely with words

"like this..." you say and with your mouth crushed against my cheek, your palm cups the side of my neck, slowly but decisively making its way past the top of my chest to the space between my breasts. your hand rests here, avoiding the flesh that surrounds it, flesh that you usually cannot resist to feel with hands and mouth. but tonight is not about this. tonight, with touches applied to my skin so that i might begin to understand your own, you teach me what "stone" means to you.

- femme FATale

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slow, deep breaths

- hey. stop teasing.
- only if you tell me what you want.
- you know what i want.
- of course i do - but i want to hear you say it.
- i want your cock inside me.
- you want me to gently put my cock inside you?
- no, you know i dont want that.
- well, what do you want?
- i want you to ram it in me.

- Angel/Asshole

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On Feeling June Cleaverish

I did my best bump and grind routine. (Have you ever tried that? It`s not easy) She did have a few suggestions while I was dancing, but she seemed to enjoy the show. When I only had my panties left on I stood on the bed and straddled her. I swung my hips and slowly lowered myself down to her face, trying hard to keep the rhythm. When I got down close enough she pinched my inner thighs (hard) and grabbed my crotch…actually, she straightened my penis. It was still tucked and was getting uncomfortable. Then I stood back up and turned around and started lowering myself down again. When my ass was close enough, she bit it (hard) then pulled off my panties.

- Sweat Shop Sissy

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Thickness

Many a night was spent fantasizing about him and getting off to thoughts of him, his thumb and what might be in store underneath those just-tight-enough-to-tell jeans. From what I could see, I knew I wouldn't be the least bit disappointed.

- I'm Not a Sex Addict, I Don't Go to Meetings

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by Jefferson

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Then One Day, I Gagged On His Cock

I tried to have hope. It seemed to me that if G were to enter into my fantasies, maybe he could earn my sexual allegiance despite our physical incompatibility. So I told him stories. I asked him to act out roles. I invited him to spank me. My efforts fell flat: everything but vanilla sex seemed to make him ill-at-ease.

Then one day, I gagged on his cock.

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"6": Of Love And Human Bondage

Andre was the first person to truly tie me up. It's one thing to be bound with fishnet stockings and pretend to go along for the ride. It's another to feel solid leather handcuffs around the wrists and hear the clasp of a metal carabineer fasten shut. There is no turning back.

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Dress

Chris was instantly suspicious when I showed up at his office.

"Where are you going all dressed up?" he asked.

"No where. I just felt like wearing a dress," I replied.

"You look fantastic," Rachel gushed (she was there doing some tax-related stuff for Chris, a welcome surprise for me). "I love the whole look. Very Emma Peel."

"Thanks. Who?" I asked.

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Following Instructions

I left home in jeans and heels, but stopped to change about thirty miles from meeting him. Was I blushing as went into the small town ladies room? I felt so very naughty as I slipped the black, lace-topped stockings up my legs.

My panties were tossed into the bag with my jeans as I slid into the skirt. I've gone without them before but this time felt so much more dirty. The cashier at the counter made eye-contact as I left. He looked me up and down and smiled. I swear he knew!

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My First Blowjob

One night I joined Matthew and Carrie at a party. Matthew told me he was going to get me high so we went back to Carrie's house. We smoked in the car and when we got to the house Matthew brought in 4 huge bottles of some cheap strawberry or peach wine. We sat on Carrie's bedroom floor in a circle and drank it all. Tipsy, we climbed up onto the bed and soon I was kissing Carrie's stomach. She was moaning and Matthew had his hand on the back of my head pulling my hair slightly. I love having my hair pulled. I slid Carrie's pajama pants down past her ass and buried my face into her furry cunt. I had never done this. I was panicking on the inside but outwardly I lapped at her pussy like I'd done it a million times before.

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Porn Shoes

I remember the first time I laid eyes on porn shoes. Stripper heels, platforms, spike heels, glass heels . . . call 'em what you like. I called them tranny shoes. The only person id ever seen wear them was Ru Paul so I thought they were some part of a tranny's wardrobe get up. I'd never seen them in porn flicks before. Probably due to the fact I had only watched dated porn. Porn shoes were yet to be invented.

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by Jefferson

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Business Affairs

I took a chance and moved over to his table.  This gave me the opportunity to do some hands on flirting.  I told him it looked like he was having a rough day.  He said something like he had better days.  He told me that he had a rough day ahead of him.  I said, "When I have one of those days, I find its best to get off.  It relaxes me."  He had this look of confusion, shock and happiness.  He followed up with a question of where I would get off.  I looked suggestively and told him, "If it's in the afternoon, I do it during lunch."  He got a big smile, it could be the dirty thoughts he was having or the fact that my hand was on his leg.  He would ask more questions about how I would go about how I would relax.  My answers would become more suggestive.  He finally asks me, "If you were me today, what would you do?"  I gave him a big smile and paused.  "I would find a place to take the woman flirting with me, so she could help me relax.  I think a blow job in the bathroom would relax me for the rest of my day."

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A Good Time With The Neighbor

I walked into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I got a towel and started to brush my teeth. I thought I heard my front door shut and stuck my head into the hall but I didn't see anyone. I got undressed and got in. I started thinking of the new guy across the street. I had seen him cutting his grass yesterday and he looked hot! It was too hot to be wearing a shirt so most of the time he didn't, and I wasn't complaining. I was getting hard so I started to rub my cock. I could imagine his body, the sweat running over his prefect chest. I found myself mumbling his name over and over again. That's when it happened. I opened my eyes and saw Brandon standing there looking in my shower.

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Exhibitionism

Moving in my seat so that I was facing him, I moved my hand over his cock, feeling its hardness through the material of his trousers. Looking up at him, I reached up to undo the button and zip of his trousers, easing them and his shorts down slightly so that I could get at his cock. I ran my hands over his length. His cock was beautiful, circumcised, long and very hard and smooth. I licked my lips in anticipation and leaned forward to lick him with the tip of my tongue. Leaving a trail of saliva on the head, I moved my lips up and down his shaft before opening my mouth wide to take him fully into me. He groaned with pleasure and moved his hands down to hold my head, tangling his fingers in my red curls. I swirled my tongue around and moved my head slightly to one side so that the head of his cock pressed into the inside of my cheek. He groaned again and pulled away from me. "I'm not ready to come yet," he said as he took my hands and pulled me up out of the car. "You've got to show me that beautiful pussy of yours again first!"

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"I Can Help You With That . . . "

I had promised Hubby that I would scream "EARTHQUAKE" the next time he woke me up by masturbating. You see.....he tends to shake the whole bed. However, in a spurt of compassion (or maybe I was just too tired to be a smartass), I chose this morning to ignore the shaking of the bed. I simply tried to go back to sleep.

But the shaking didn't stop.

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Exhaustion

Giving blowjobs too frequently actually rendered my mouth useless for more conventional activities (like you know, eating). Have you ever given so much head that it hurts to chew food? I didn't think it was possible either, but a few days ago, I found myself in enormous pain during a multi-course dinner. This was after I spent the whole weekend with lips so dry and swollen red that I was seriously beginning to channel the "competitive skier" look.

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Selfish

And then I did the unthinkable: I was sucking his cock and balls for another full hour without the shortest break. And it was the best blow job I've ever performed in my life, I swear. I don't know where I found all this energy. I enjoyed it so tremendously that I actually came while sucking his sensitive balls . . .

Our chemistry is that strong.

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by Jefferson

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I Fucked A Co-Worker

Color me a shade of sleazy indiscretion.

After work, I went to the Algonquin Hotel's notorious (read: famously expensive) Blue Room and downed three Brandy Alexanders and a beer with my co-worker Ernie. Next thing I knew, I was letting him into my apartment and being commanded to strip.

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Cumming With Your Strap-On Cock

I couldn't tell you how it began - I think a cute little red headed woman with glasses a few seats away announced that she was exhibitionistic enough to join in as she pulled a red leather harness from her hand bag. The next think you knew, there were a few other women who pulled out harnesses as well. Ms. Danger got up and prepared one of the provided dildos with countless condoms and a small bundle of cotton balls (a clit nub, for grinding), just as we'd been shown earlier in the workshop. I shrugged and pulled out my feeldoe and harness, pulling down my pants to place to feeldoe and strap it into place.

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She Drove A Plymouth Satellite/Faster Than The Speed Of Light

I heard her muffled voice call out from inside, "Come in." I opened the door and stepped inside. Her apartment was dimly lit, one lamp giving off a faint orange glow. Lingering in the air was the pleasant smell of apples and spices, almost like the little packets of oatmeal I ate when I was in grade school. I started to call out to Claire when I spied a note sitting on the table beside the lamp.

"Take off all of your clothes. Put on this blindfold. Briefly ring the bell ONCE. Wait."

Oh, the irony of spending so much time getting dressed.

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There's Sucking . . . And Then There's Sucking

We got reacquainted with each other just inside the front door, kissing and pressing with a familiar blend of urgency and leisure.

"And here I just came for a hug," I said, feeling him slide his hand up my back.

"Awfully long way to come for just a hug." A deft snap, and my bra was undone.

"True." I leaned against the wall as he lifted my shirt and bra.

"Look at those perfect triple Ds," he sighed, and guided my hand to his cock.

Yeah, it was going to be one of those nights. Not what I'd planned, but: Yay!

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Hotel Sex

We ran around surveying our room like a couple of kids, jumping on the bed and looking at the free coffee and turning the TV on and off . . .

It felt so good to be free of the prying eyes of our close social circle.

We fell, tired, onto the couch.

"What do you want to do?"

I just gave him a raised eyebrow. He reached into his suitcase and I heard the clank of metal against metal.

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Fight Me

He lay down beside me and rested his body half across mine. His hands roamed my body.

"Fight me."

"What?" I whispered.

"Fight me pixie, fight me. I want you to."

"No..no, I can't fight you, I don't want to. It doesn't feel right." In my mind fighting him was unnatural. It went against all he had taught me, all I knew was expected of me. I wanted him to do to me whatever he wanted to do to me. I didn't like to struggle.

He smacked my face..hard once and then again.

"Obey me. I said fight me."

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by Jefferson

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The Hunted

The moment my hand viciously connects with his cheek, I know to run. Every part of me is saturated with adrenalin. Four nimble arcs and I reach the kitchen, foolishly backing myself against a wall. Fuck. Within a split second, he's on me. The warmth of his body pinning mine to the cold surface behind. He's holding me in place with his hand on my throat.

"Why did you just hit me?" He's hissing in my ear now. He pulls away and I see the desire flickering in his eyes, his grasp tightening a little. His face is mere inches from mine. I lick my lips in panic.

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Birthday Wishes

"No sex for a month!"
Kyle looks bemused by this. I'm simply annoyed.

"They don't tell you that until they get the bar in." I'm griping. My birthday present to myself was going to be a triangle piecing, but the piercer and I went through my anatomy (totally inadequate) and decided a vertical hood bar was best. The whole procedure was quick, though hardly painless, and much better than my last attempt 10 years back, where I was told in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out of there if I was anything less than perfectly comfortable with the needle by some smarmy jackass with the bedside manner of Atilla the Hun.

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Late-Night Ramblings

I like tears. I like fear and pain and broken begging. I know that doing something to someone that they don't want done to them turns me on.  I know that that makes me, in the eyes of many and to some extent in my own conscience too, a bad person. But I know that it's true, and I know that, if there's any way to do it that's morally justifiable, it's in kink. I just haven't figured out quite how yet.

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My Boss Gave Me A Blowjob During A Taxi Ride

Elaine went down on me immediately, first by unzipping me and pulling down my trousers down over my knees. Fuck yeah, this was awesome, you horny Afrikaans babe. My almost hard cock poked out and Elaine just spat on the head very aggressively, only the Elaine way, of course. She licked all around the head teasing me with her spit. Her tongue was just delightfully amazing. The passing city lights lit up the scene for us in the back of the taxi. She spat again on me but this time all over my shaft before taking me in her mouth. This was fantastic but what does this mean, I thought to myself? Nothing you dick, just sit back and do as your boss says, and enjoy your dick being sucked while you get it.

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Who's Got The Button?

I've been sending dirty pictures from the internet to his phone. He's asked for them, but wasn't specific about what they should be. It's been almost an experiment for me, to see what pushes his hot buttons and what doesn't.

I started with pretty girls doing nothing in particular. Then, I went through a blow-job picture phase. There were a bunch of those. Obviously that's on my mind a lot these days. The feedback was fun, but not much more than "nice tits" or "you just like to suck cock." (Did I mention I sent a bunch of those?)

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Popping Our Cherries

I went to Crazy Larry's one night (King's Road) with my friend Jane, her 19 year old brother Jake and his friend whose name was Dan. All the girls at Crazy Larry's fancied this Dan bloke and so I made it a personal goal for myself to lose my virginity to this incredibly sophisticated (to me) 19 year old. We went back to Jake's student residences at LSE and smoked some joints. Jane said she was going home, did I want to come? I said, "No, I'm staying here." Now, since Jake and Dan shared a room I promptly got into bed with Dan and lost my virginity.

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by Madeline

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Effervescent

"I wonder," he says absently. Seconds pass. Her nerve endings are on fire, and he hasn't even touched her yet. "I wonder what you would taste like ... with champagne."

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Strapping it On for Him

"Come on suck my cock, blow me babe" He tentatively opened his mouth and I pushed my new found cock past his lips. They wrapped around my life-like shaft and he began to suck. As I looked down on him, ran my fingers through his hair, and pumped his mouth I began to understand men in a way I never had before.

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Threesome

Then, we hear a knock at the door, the door between what turns out to be our adjoining rooms. We open it and there she is, the woman from the restaurant. She laughs and says she saw us at the restaurant and made up this story about us that got her so aroused she was willing to risk rejection and judgment to find out if we were as sexy in person as we appeared from a distance.

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Being Watched

Eventually, as Melissa was going into another orgasm, this time bent over even further on the chair, thus taking Jim even deeper, he came, with a loud groan, a deep, gutteral sound that was unmistakable, as he pulled out of her cunny and shot his hot cum over her bum. She reached back and rubbed it around in her fingers, then looked directly through the glass doors at our voyeur. She waved at him...he waved back.....

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Mondays Suck

She grabbed the collar of my robe and clenched it tight. She wanted to. She wanted the feel of my cock in her mouth. She wanted to lick the head and slip me between her lips. She wanted me to mess up her immaculate hair. She wanted to get dirt on the knees of her sexy jeans. She wanted me to use her scarf like a leash while I fucked her face. She wanted to go to work with the taste of my semen on her tongue.

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Sexy Porn turns into a Sexy Mental Fantasy...

"Oh my god, I think I'm going to cum," he gasped. "I think you need to slow down! I don't think I'm suppose to cum yet!" His voice held a slight panic, and I knew instantly that he had most likely spied on My Dearest and me in the kitchen. I looked over at My Dearest and he winked at me. That confirmed it. This poor kid was never going to be the same, and I knew he might think twice before he answered a spicy personal in the paper.

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by Jefferson

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New Year Naughtiness

Suddenly there was a sound to our right, like someone was being muffled whilst in the throes of passion. My OH and I being very inquisitive souls, we wandered over to find out more. Just past a couple of trees was a young couple, naked and making passionate love. The girl didn't notice us, but the guy saw us and winked—we were going to be treated to a display that didn't need any gunpowder!

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I am Now a Cuckold

I have now become a cuckold. When did the truth really sink in? Surprisingly, it wasn't while my girlfriend was flirting with him, and it wasn't when she took his dick in her mouth. It wasn't even when he slowly slid into to her. No, it really hit me that my life had changed when she looked me in the eyes just before she went over the edge into a huge orgasm, and said out loud to him "Fill me with your cum baby, I want to feel it." See, we had agreed that this was the one thing that was not supposed to happen. Of course when it did, I shot cum all over myself from the sheer intensity of it.

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Used to be One of the Rotten Ones and I Like You for That

I spent three hours sucking the 24-year-old's cock after midnight on New Year's. It was the first New Year's that I got fucked and came hard. I thank the lines that I did all day, I didn't get drunk like the past few New Year's. I was sober enough to ride a cock. It was our first time fucking too. I got tired of thinking about his age and just went for it. Who cares if I'm 31 and he's 24, he's legal and I like him . . .

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Angry Sex

He pulled me close to him with his hands grabbing my ass. I wasn't really sure what he was going to do next, but I was loving it so far. As he was kissing me, he was also guiding me somewhere. He turned me around and I saw the back of my couch. I knew what was coming next. It was like the flood gates on my pussy opened when he pulled down my jeans and panties. I instinctively bent over to grab onto the couch. He smacked my ass and ran a couple fingers between my legs.  My pussy was already wet from he had done so far. His fingers went over my moist lips and it sent a shiver up my body.

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Boing 2

Eventually, he needed to relube the toy and replaced his mouth with my finger. I started to play with myself and then he handed the giant black dildo back to me and I slid it home. He knelt between my legs to watch with admiration as it slid easily into and out of my hungry vagina.

This had a profoundly unexpected effect.

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The Bad Idea Bears: Now With More Mint ("Yaaaay!")

Well, that was bound to happen eventually.

I fucked Ned.

And that's the appropriate verb here. It wasn't a screw; it wasn't a sex-having; it wasn't a bang; it certainly wasn't a love-making. It was a plain, old-fashioned fucking of the our-little-secret, god-I-hope-I-don't-regret-this, we-should-do-this-more-often variety.

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Peek over the garden gate with Jefferson after the jump.

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by Jefferson

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Months

Seeing the world through sex-tinted glasses is good fun, if nothing else.

But it's unsettling when things suddenly click.

It's unsettling when your friend tells you that while you were fetching the beers, the girl you were innocently chatting with hastily explained she was in an open relationship and requested stats on your availability. Because that's how I imagine the world, not how I expect it to be.

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A License to Fuck ...

If I want my pussy licked by Gas Station Guy and I don't want to suck him off, does that make me selfish?

Maybe slightly, but I like to think of it more as my rules for men I am not dating.

I don't mess around for good reason. I am a horny little bastard and I would fuck everything that walked unless I put some restraints on myself. If I chose to throw the rules out the window then I know its cuz I really really really really really (did you get that? REALLY) want it.

That does not make me selfish.

Especially since Gas Station Guy knows the drill and still asks to eat me. I dont think I am being a horrible person if it works for us. It really is just between us, don't you think?

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. . .

Okay so, as my five or six regulars have likely gathered, I've had a fuckbuddy for a while now. In fact there's been some deliriously sublime sex.

The kind of sex I didn't believe in even.

The kind that my sister suggested might be my body trying to tell me something. Actually, she suggested that back when I dumped him the first time.

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Izabelle

One day I'm hanging about in my apartment, and the phone rings. I'm greeted by the tones of her wonderful voice.

Izabelle. Dear, dear Izabelle.

Lucky for her, I'm still naked because I've yet to properly start my day.

"I'm in bed," she says, a new approach to the few phone chats we've had. Before this moment, she'd first replied to my blog, and soon the words flowed out of us like an opened dam until hearing each other's voices became undeniable.

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A Fitting for a Wedding

I knew then and there I had to see this guy naked or at least in his underwear. I decided to pull a trick on this Adonis that I had pulled on a few other guys in the past. Sometimes it didn't work but others it did, so I decided to give it a try. He was pulling off his jacket as he asked me where he could hang it up. His chest was so broad. I could hardly believe it, but every muscle under his tight blue sweater was visible. I swallowed hard and pointed him to a hook to hang his jacket.

I decided if I was going to do it now was the time to try and get this stud out of his clothes. "Okay, I'll need you to strip down so we can get a proper fitting."

"Strip down for my fitting? I've never heard of that," said the Adonis as he flashed me a big smile.

"Well, it ensures a proper fitting," I lied.

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I Can't Believe It's June!

I've learned so much about myself from these men who made appearances in my life. And I don't have any sad feelings or regrets when I think about them.

And I thank you too for being part of my journey. No one tells you what it's like to grow up.. the hurt and the pain, building a life independent of your parents. Finding friends, a family of your own choosing.

The affair with MM ended months before our actual conclusion.

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Everyone talks about June brides—but what about the grooms, without whom there wouldn't be brides in the first place? This week, we present some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene to find out what happens after the honeymoon is over. Hubbies tap their gold bands only to lure the advances of single women; some revel in the shame of cuckoldry as others rejoice in sharing their spouses with friends; still others prefer time alone with the boys. And then there are the odd fellows who prefer their sex on the monogamous side.

Jump over the broom with Jefferson after the ... er, jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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A Postmodern Marriage

I've been conducting experiments using my wedding ring, making a conspicuous display of my newfound bling when talking to chicks. It hasn't put anyone off—if anything, it's had the opposite effect. Perhaps this says something sad about the world.

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Dirty Talking Girl

Often things seem erotic to us because of a juxtaposition in values. A "virgin" bride pulls up her dress to reveal her ornate garter, or a mother bends over revealing a rack that would make a porn star envious. Is it any wonder that the "good girl gone bad" template is so arousing for me?

That's because you're a classy lady who likes raunchy sex. And tonight I want you to fully act the trashy slut.

Talk dirty to him.

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When Joe Brought Suzy Home 3

"Show me how you fuck her," said his girlfriend as all 8 hard inches of his cock slid through her hand and slowly disappeared into the pink, wet depths of my wife's dripping pussy. Cindy groaned with pleasure as they both savored that first long, slow penetration. Joe sighed, "Ahh . . . ," as he bottomed out, his fat pole buried deep in her pussy, their light brown pubic curls mingling at their intersection.

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No New Contract Yet

Lynn called me to come into the room for my spanking, then requested I retrieve a different chair than normal, and some shoes for her feet to be elevated. She smiled in a very self-satisfied way as she slowly put the shoes on, as I stood silently beside her. She requested I obtain the bath brush, but kept the lexan paddle beside her also.

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Ownership

The word—ownership—instantly caught my attention but it is in the days and weeks since that it has continued to percolate and grow richer with time. I have spent much time rejecting ownership of my gayness in ways big and small. I am reduced to Sis reminding me to do what I choose and to Carrie reminding me to read my own blog. I remind myself that I must first own my own life: then the rest will follow. And the twin of ownership—the good twin—is to embrace.

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Ah, That's Better!
My cock got hard pretty quickly. TW was still sleepy and was asking me what I was up to. When she reached down and felt my cock, she knew. We touched and kissed for a few more minutes before TW turned her back to me and I took up my position. I reached down and rubbed my cock across her pussy lips. I then spread her out and entered her. DAMN! It felt so good to be back inside her.
- Over Forty Married Sex

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You only get one chance to make a first impression. (Wait, did we say that right?) Casting a fresh eye over the best in sex blogs, we find many first glances that linger—the date that continues through breakfast, the boyfriend's boyfriend who knows what a girl likes, and the client who makes sex work hot again. Stay tuned for news of second comings.

Take a first look with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Sunk to a New Low

A beacon of light came in around eleven-thirty—a cute boy with a beard, around my age. Around my age! "Hey, cutie, get over here," I said, a line I never use. It's my luck that most of the customers I find attractive are mostly not interested in getting shows with me. He smiled and kept walking. I waited to see if he would circle around and walk by again, and he did, but he didn't look at me. At quarter to midnight, I packed my bag up to leave.

- Diary of a Peepshow Girl

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Curves—A Love Story

When he saw her walk into the bar—How long ago was it? Fourteen years now?—that first time his jaw hung low and he felt a stirring in his groin that he hadn't felt in a long time. She wasn't like the other girls at his university or like the girls that flirted with him at the restaurant where he waited tables. She was—more.

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Burned Deep and Slippery

I stayed the whole night. We stood naked in his kitchen as he dished up apple pie and chocolate ice cream that we ate in his bed in the middle of the night. We listened to good music in dim light from candles that had burned deep into themselves long before I got there. He explored every inch of my body, and I his, slowly and without inhibition. He pulled up my arm and licked my armpit, looked at me and smiled. He said, "That was the only part of you I hadn't yet tasted."

- As the Crow Flies . . .

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Foot Worshipper

Last night I had the pleasure of dominating "slave karl" for three hours. When he opened the door to let me in, I almost, almost wished it were a regular escort call. He was that handsome. Tall, strong, clean-smelling, smiley, easy-going, kind. I finally got to use some of Marvin's gift on somebody new, binding him in various ways, mostly where his ass and balls would be exposed for whipping. At one point he bent over and asked me to let him have it on behalf of the Patriarchy. I whipped him a bit too hard with my cattails, leaving marks on his hips, which he didn't seem to mind.

- Compartments

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Geeks on a plane, Purse power, Fleshlight and Cello

This guy is fucking me. We in a serious rut. I've already cum. But he doesn't stop. And I don't stop him. He's got my ass on a pillow and he's plowing into me. Of course, I'm in la-la land.

Then he sighs, pulls out and stands up. His cock is rock hard. He reaches under his bed and pulls out something that looks like a grey flashlight.

"This is how I usually cum."

Still standing he slides his dick into the device and goes at it.

- Geekslut

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Good Day

This was already a good day—and when DG came to the door of his house to greet me, he was ending a phone conversation.

"That was Reid. He's on his way over."

I knew who he was talking about. Reid and DG had . . . been together—two men wanting to find out what it's like to be with another man. DG is all about experiences—the perfect man for me. Apparently, Reid was just as keen to explore. DG and I have wanted another man to share our bed, and Reid seemed like an excellent candidate—and now he was on his way.

- La Fille Mariée

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Jeepers, creepers, what are you doing with those peepers? If you're anything like the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the interweb this week, it's something pretty darn naughty. Whether it's hot webcam action, some back alley voyeurism, or watching the wife writhe and moan at a sex party, these writers know that a little sexy rubbernecking works all the right muscles. After all, who doesn't like to watch?

Spy Chelsea Girl with your little eye after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Spent

I could see my cunt on the screen, sinking down on the rubber cock. But seeing his words, knowing his was watching set my skin on fire. I needed to feel his touch. To feel his cock pulsing inside me. His hands in my hair, his voice in my ear. Controlling me. This was not ths same, but it would have to do for now. I stared at his words, reading them while I started to grind on the cock.

He wanted me to fuck him. To watch me fucking his cock. To see my face, to watch my body tremble and my power slip away. He wanted me to surrender to him. Once more.

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Below

I slowly, carefully, leaned out to look over them. I'd never seen it before in person, never seen two men with each other. When it's in a movie, I just close my eyes until it's over. I found the strength to watch for a little while. It wasn't too bad. Just another type of head bobbing on a man's midsection. I moved more of my body over the pillows and looked over them straight on. The lighter-voiced man, probably about twenty-three or so, fantastically good looking in a way that gay men seem to have a monopoly on, leaned on the opposite wall with his eyes closed, biting his lip. His head bent back a second and I leapt back, worried that he would open his eyes and see me. I gave it a few seconds, wondering what I was doing, and went back out.

"Fuck me," I heard, suddenly, in the light voice. "Fuck me."

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Looking For a Shot, Part 1

"Lick it...I dare you to lick it." Coolspot's eyes lit up devilishly, her mouth turned at its ends with a smirk. Her smooth tanned thigh arched precariously towards me.

Her short shorts exposed the slender stems of sun kissed flesh. Her ample plump cleavage jiggled in their tank top as she presented her thigh to me. A single solitary drop of melted ice cream slid down her inner thigh slowly.

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The Ninth Post

She bent down and put the glass of water on the floor. We looked at each other and she was flushed. She pulled her skirt up and pulled her panties down and let them drop around her ankles. She bit her lip. I bit mine. She looked at me again, as I stared at her panties. I could see the outline of my hard cock in my jeans. She could see it, too.

"Do you want to go to your bedroom?" she asked.

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Tess and Victor and Amber and Tony or Why Two Plus Two Doesn't Always Equal Four

Victor, as usual, started out rough. I could feel Amber and Tony's eyes on us as Victor began his usual routine: slapping my face hard enough to make me whimper, dragging me by my hair to the bed, demanding that I take my clothes off, bruising my lower lip with his sharp demonic teeth and growling that I was his bitch, his dirty little slut. I could also feel that they were a little overwhelmed by the scene taking place before them. Tony has been telling me he's dominant but I never really believed him and while there are certainly many levels of dominance, Tony's hovered around tugging at Amber's hair and swatting her behind, so our scene was more than they were prepared for.

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Three for Three: Part 17

Kristie settles into the pillows, face first inches from a man on her left and a woman on her right. She wiggles her ass. I dive right in, pulling her dress aside and unzip myself, thankful for any amount of time free from the constraints of my pants. Dick in hand while the others disappear from view, I push inside my beautiful wife. Every sense focuses on her... just her... sliding in and out, adding her voice to those around me... oh shit. Everyone around me creeps back in, quickly, drowning her out.

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See also: Sugasm #83: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Can there be anything nicer than sex in a cozy bed? Sure there is—sex just about anywhere but. In today's roundup of some of our favorite writing from the sex blog scene this week, we find that some people have made their beds but refuse to lie in them, preferring urgent blowjobs in parking garages, fucking in public parks and playing peek-a-boo pussy with passers by. It's all fun until someone catches you in the act ... after that, it's even more fun.

Take a walk in the park with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Lick
I met up with Derek at the business that he owns. This was my second time meeting him there and I knew it would be fun since we wouldn't just be doing it on a bed. He had told me that this time he wanted to call me Mommy and let me be in charge.

I walked into the building and said hello. I kissed him and then I asked, "Are you going to be a good little boy for mommy?"

"Mmmm, yes mommy," he replied.
- A Curious Girl

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Summer in the City
Saturday afternoons in the summer mean one thing in our household, sex in the park.

Our favourite place for outdoor fucking is Hyde Park. There's a few ideal places on the north side of the park along the Bayswater Road. Certain secluded patches, hanging trees and long grasses are long known to be popular to likeminded voyeurs and fans of pleasure in the sun. There are a few important ingredients to outdoor sex, remembering to leave the knickers at home (male and female) and wearing a long gypsy skirt.
- Homme and Femme

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In the Flash
Last weekend, I was out exposing myself in the park.

I know public indecency is a crime. I don't have a tan raincoat and false pant legs. And although I found my inadvertent exposure oddly exciting, I didn't plan to repeat it. But it was part of my lengthy list of assignments.
- Hopelessly Bad

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Taboo Topic One: For Rent
We were sitting side by side in the car when He said it: "I've been thinking about the prospects of renting you out." i felt a wave of crippling panic grasp every part of my being and twist, leaving behind gnawing sensations in my tummy followed by sharp slivers of fear dividing me into two unequal halves. Bright lights, like cameras mixed with shots of paralyzing fear, flashed in front of my face and i can only compare this sensation to when you think someone is trying to break into your home in the middle of the night before you realize it's just the wind and a tree banging the side of the house.
- Married Man's Fucktoy

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Listening But Not Hearing
I think I was there about an hour. I began to get cold, both from the damp grass beneath me, and from the pee she had left on me. I did try to move the hoops, but they were in too deep. Eventually Amanda came back and undid the handcuffs and helped me to my feet. We walked back to the house and entered through the pool room.
- Saga of an Adulterous Man

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Finally, Some Good Sex
At his car, he started to kiss me. He pushed me against his car, grinding his hard body against me. He held me tight, he caressed me. I told him, I wanted to go down on him right there in the parking garage. He looked around, we were alone and he gently pushed my shoulders down. I got on my knees, rubbing my hands on the outline of his hard cock. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. I can literally say, I've never wanted a cock in my mouth so badly.
- Anal Amy

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You know the story: LiveJournal meets fanfiction; LiveJournal promotes fanfiction; LiveJornal deletes fanfiction; fans of fanfiction raise unholy stink; LiveJournal rediscovers the love (and legality) of fanfiction, and everyone lives happily fucking ever after. If your fantasies abound with Draco Malfoy rimming Harry Potter, Faith spanking a submissive Buffy, or the Scarecrow giving Dorothy a little roll in the hay, we've got you in the palms of our slashfiction/femslash/fanfic hands with this collection of the best sexwriting on the web. Call it fiction for friction.

Let's sit around the campfire and let Chelsea Girl tell you a bedtime story (or six) after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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The Prurience of Purebloods
He ignored the low voices, filtered out the laughter... but then the room went almost silent, except for a sigh, a murmur, and a small moan. Suddenly, it was the book Severus was ignoring.

At first he thought that they hadn't seen him, and now it would be very awkward if he tried to leave the room. He chanced a small glance towards the door leading to his dorm and realised that he would have to pass the older boys. He also realised that one of the Lestrange brothers was looking at him, while sticking his hand inside his brother's robes. Severus looked away, pretending to read again.

His cheeks were heating. They were... touching each other! In plain view, unashamed it seemed, or perhaps trying to provoke him for some reason. Severus didn't know. He only knew that he was the one feeling embarrassed.
- Pornish Pixies

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Because Rynie Enjoyed it So
Hermione sat down on the couch that was right to the bed, giving Sirius a perfect view of her. Never moving her eyes from Sirius, she slowly began to rub her thighs, slowly, and teasingly spreading them. Giving Sirius a view, of her pretty black satin covered pussy. Sirius wanted badly to close his eyes, but couldn't, he eyes had permanently glued themselves on Hermione's cunt. Sirius noticed a wet spot through her black satin g-string. Hermione slowly licked her lips. Leisurely Hermione began to pull of her g-sting, giving Sirius a full view of her shaven cunt. The lips of her cunt glinting with her juices. Hermione gradually placed her hand between her lips, and spreading them, so Sirius could get a full view of her clit and all the glory that goes along with it. Sirius gazed at her pussy, as if he had seen nothing more beautiful.
- I Dream of Mia

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If Only (Wizard of Oz)
Dorothy moaned a little, the sound reverberating off the walls of her bedroom. She rubbed her clit again, but moved her hips forward into her hand, causing her to be even louder.

But the one great thing about the bedrooms there, they were either so far away from everything else, or sound proof, so no one could hear her. And part of the fun was being vocal about it, considering on the farm she had to be as quiet as a church mouse.

"D-Dorothy?"

Dorothy looked quickly over her shoulder, but her own movement against her hand caused to moan loudly again as her eyes met the Scarecrow's.

Without a conversation, or her needing to persuade him, he came over between her thighs and kissed her thoroughly.
- Lamb Fic

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A Jolly Roger!
Spike cursed loudly as he landed on his ass on a hard wooden floor. Oh, he was going to be having some words with that bloody pouf when (and if) he got back: how had he allowed himself to be guilt-tripped into being the guinea pig for their latest magical "project", or, rather, "disaster"? Sure, he'd caused a minor incident a couple of weeks ago involving the odd rabbit and a few other mystical happenings. Well, OK, two incidents, but even so!

He suddenly realised that he was sitting in sunshine. He leaped to his feet, shouting and beating desperately at his duster, only to discover that he was not in fact the expected pillar of flame.

"I'm not on fire!" he exclaimed in relief and delight, before realising that he was not alone. Slowly, he turned to face a very peculiar-looking man in what appeared to be a pirate get-up. The man's expression was far too nonchalant to fall into the realm of "surprised", despite the sudden appearance of the blond on his ship.

"Indeed you are not. An excellent observation! Care for some rum?" he asked, proffering the bottle in an expansive gesture.
- Ach C's Slash Fiction

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Buffy/Faith Spanking 3
Buffy let out a whimper, but didn't move yet. Both struggled for dominance on rare occasions, but Buffy was more content on being the submissive. She enjoyed the control Faith had over her and she knew everything the other girl did to her was out of love and respect. Right now Buffy was begging for a good spanking. Faith could sense that Buffy needed to let her walls down and spanking her was probably the only way that was going to happen. Contrary to most thinking, Buffy was the one who kept more things inside. She needed to share though; that's the only way she could work through her problems, she had to share and let Faith help if she could.

"I'm going to count to five," Faith said, dealing with Buffy in the way she would deal with a naughty five year old child that just didn't want to listen.

"One..." Faith said.

The blonde slayer still didn't move.
- Pretty Painted Words

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Sam and Dean, Part 2: Sam Tied Up
Sam and Dean weren't brothers now but lovers. Lovers Forever, forever love; bonded for life by Sam's hapless but hopeful desire to bestow and uncover universal acceptance in our world, like John Lennon's "Imagine," and Dean's simple but fierce determination to make homophobes, racists, and corporate Nazis pay for their ignorance, cruelty, and greed.

Also, Dean would do whatever it took to keep Sam alive. Even if it kills him.

Had a better bond between two guys ever existed?
- Mars with Mars and Venus

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As we get ready for a long hot summer, let's plunge into the deep end with the some of our favorite posts from the sex blog scene this week—and get wet with these writers as they finger gals near crowded piers, soap up their men in the shower, and soak themselves with whatever is at hand.

Jump on in—the water's fine with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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I Love a Good Shower Blowjob
I love standing, arms wrapped around you, in the stream of warm water. I love pressing against you, our bare skin caressed by the air.

I love washing you clean, rubbing my soapy hands all over your body—chest, back, ass, arms, cock. I love kissing you deeply, delaying the moment we both know is coming.

When I work my way down, your cock is already partially erect. I love taking your softness in my mouth, changing it from pliable to hard and straight.
- Dirty. Flithy. Princess.

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Hot. Wet. Fun.
Hot water rains down.

Pressed against your back, I help clean your front. The soap makes it slippery fun and my hand glides, literally, down your collarbone and onto your pert little breasts. I circle your nipples and massage the sweet smelling suds all around. Getting them perfectly clean. The same with your navel (an outie!) and lovely curved hips.

I know how much you want me.
- Wants and Needs

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Coffee
We chatted for a while as we walked through the station looking for a coffee. Several times I let her go in front of me so I could check out her figure in her business suit. Everything seemed as I remembered. She turned and caught me looking once and smiled before stopping, facing me.

"I've thought of a forfeit," she stated. "And you're going to do it."
- Gently Gently

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Like a Virgin: A Submissive Slut Moans
"what are you wearing?" the call began . .

"gee Master, i was feeling very virginal tonight, am wearing white Laura Ashley nightgown, very innocent, very virginal . . . it is white, long and clings to my curves"

"get a glass of ice water, mostly ice, NOW and kneel in front of the mirrors." there are floor length mirrors in my bedroom . . . swallowing i knelt carefully holding the glass and listening. glancing up, i watched as my nipples pressed against the soft white fabric, breast heaving with each nervous breath, the water glass glistening.
- Katie

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Our Table
As I sat up to kiss him, I embraced his broad shoulders and licked away my juices from his mouth and then hugged him tightly. My body was still reeling from the pleasures bestowed upon it . . . I opened my eyes and as I looked over his shoulder, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and realized there was a person laying on the grass maybe two hundred feet away. He was in the shadows of a line of large paper trees and I had not seen him before. Perhaps I was too busy to notice.
- http://principles-of-lust.blogspot.com">Principles of Lust

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Marsala Night
Master took the bath sponge and poured a generous dollop of scented bath gel, squeezing the sponge until thick lather sprung forth. Gently, he smoothed the sponge over Celeste's shoulders, the lather trailing down her back. His free hand skimmed over her breasts, one then the other, keeping her close to him. The sponge followed suit and Master covered her breasts in bubbles as she watched the water cascade down her skin taking the soap with it. A drop hung precariously from the tip of her nipple for a moment before falling. Celeste found that to be arousing, as if the water had wanted to stay and kiss her nipples longer.
- Wanton Word

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"No prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain," go the lyrics of that immortal bard Prince (formerly known as The Artist Formerly Known As Prince). Even if you want to argue with the diminutive enpurpled one's choice in clothing (assless yellow lace pants, anyone?), you have to admit he knows a thing or two about chicks. We here at Fleshbot like to kowtow to the almighty phallus as much as the next polymorphously perverse person, we also have to hand it to the va-jay-jay, and not just because we're politically correct. In today's compendium of the best sex writing on the web, you'll find a fistful of flavors of pussy control; from preggers sex to cuckoldry to double penetration, you'll find something to make you stand up and say, "Yes, Ma'am!"

Get all worshipful with the goddess who is Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Wood that Wood

I tossed and turned for ages, before venturing out. As I entered the lounge, there was Rups with his pants down, bent over a perky penis attached to a body lying across the recliner with a jumper over his head. A lady turned to look at me, and said "I've never seen anything like this." She took another look at me and said "I don't meant to be rude, but are you pregnant?". I said yes, and she again shook her head saying how odd . I again bemused as I have seen so little live boy on boy contact and have always been wanting to see my partner with someone else.

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The Pussy Slayer

My pussy was in delight as well, shaking and quivering around him, clasping his cock tightly in it's depths the same way I was clasping him tightly to me. It wasn't until he moved to switch to another of my favorite positions that I felt a sharp searing pain shoot through my pussy. I ignored it however, immediately recognizing that the pleasure far made up for whatever the pain was. He fucked me raw and hard, lancing me with his cock until I was a seething mass of nothing. After two more shaky orgasms, I finally had to beg for a respite. My pussy was throbbing with fire, thoroughly fucked and slayed.

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Dee's First Time on a Lover's Own Bed

Dee's been making love with Mike regularly since December of 2003 and when she made him cum for the very first time - in her mouth while Don was fucking her doggie style - I knew he was going to be a "keeper." As the evening passed Mike and Dee made love twice, and there was something obviously special happening between them, especially in those moments when Dee brought him to climax inside her pussy each time. They connected emotionally as they joined together physically that first time and even in just witnessing it I was floating as high off the floor (or bed) as they were.

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Much Anticipated DP Story

Alrighty then, any further business we need to clear up? No? Then on to the DP. If you haven't noticed I really fantasize about DP. There is something just absolutely hot about having 2 guys in you at once. Tom and I have done it in the past, but it's been quite some time. And just because you try doesn't mean it's always successful. When we were at the house party the thought occurred to us, but because of some lingering issues we decided not to engage in any ass play that night. HOWEVER - I was more than ready this time.

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Are Prodommes Really Dominant?

But I know that when I grab a man by the handcuffs and slam him up against the wall, the startled grunt of air he gives is like the sweetest of moans. When I grab him by the throat with one leathergloved hand and punch his chest with the other, the look of surprise curdling to she's-honestly-hurting-me panic, something curls in my abdomen like lust hatching messy and raw. When I throw him into the chair and plant the undomly rubber sole of my Doc Martens in his balls, he screams — and I drink it in.

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It may be the look in her eyes, the taste of a kiss or the touch of his fingers on that sweet spot . . . but we've all got those triggers that put us right over the edge. Today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web this week catches bloggers at just the right moment as they pull out all the stops with bachelor-party handjobs, hotel-room reunions, elevator quickies, and tit-for-tat action in the tattoo parlor.

Hit the spot with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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The Magic Pussy

A girl and I went to a bachelor party call yesterday together and after a number of previous party calls that I ended up not making anything. I was not excited when we stepped in on yet another party. This party changed my luck for the night and we actually started off with decent tips for dancing and embarrassing the bachelor.

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Moments: The Ninth Floor

I don't remember the bars we were at, or what happened otherwise. I don't remember coming home. I just remember that we were drunk after a long night of drinking. Whichever way, your face was morphing from shape and figure to bands of light as I peeked down at you through your naked splayed legs.

Fucking my elevator girl nine floors up was always done with an athletic intensity.

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Confession: Jay and the Younger Guy III

When I arrived, a nervous looking Nick greeted me. He let me in and we sat on his couch. We just made some small conversation when I leaned over and gave him a kiss. We both stood up and took off our shirts. I moved closer and he moved closer to me too, until our chests touched and our tongues entwined in a kiss. His cock had gotten hard and he ground his hard-on against my hip.

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A Blue Hot Horny House Call

I'm horny as all hell. It's that blue hot horny where mere breezes can cause me to get a twinkle in my eye. Well passed the orange horny of "hey, I feel kinda sexy. I've escaped the white heat of imagining every fine woman on the street naked and in the best sexual position created for their body. I'm at the blue hot level where every damn thing is sex. Every. Damn. Thing.

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Tattoo Part I

It was her first tattoo and it hurt more than she anticipated. The tattoo artist was getting great pleasure from her display of agony, and her big boobs too, I'm sure. she wore a slutty low cut shirt that revealed her cleavage.

"What does the tattoo mean?" he asked her.

she looked up at Me and asked Me to tell him.

"she is My submissive. The circle symbolizes she is collared and the plus sign symbolizes that she is collared by a female." I explained.

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Nothing may suck like a souped-up Hoover, but we here at Fleshbot beg to differ. In our inestimable experience (and by "inestimable" we mean that collectively we've fucked more people than you, at least in our imagination) nothing sucks quite like a good old fashioned mouth. Wet lips, soft tongue, dangerous teeth: speech be damned, the mouth was made to suck, something that the writers in today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the interweb this week are well aware of. Whether you like to feel it on your cock, clit, toes, nipples or elbows—or some combination thereof—you'll find something to wrap your mouth around in these entries.

Open up, say "Ah!" and join the always orally fixated Chelsea Girlafter the jump. (And watch your teeth, though we probably didn't have to remind you that.)

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Sucking Cock the Way He Likes It

"What do you want me to do now?" I asked.

He pointed at his cock.

So, I got myself busy sucking cock. He got his point across, but something about it just struck me funny. Not one single word - just a simple point of the finger.

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An Unexpected Call

I lapped at her a few more times and could taste her getting wetter and so the last time I stopped near the top and began to suck on her labia. She loves this and her back dropped to the bed as she moaned and grabbed for my head. Her body tensed as I sucked and stretched them further and then ran my tongue across her clit. I felt her move and as I began to suck on her clit I saw the condom wrapper on her exposed belly.

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Submissive Wench

Making his way to my inner thighs, he completely bypassed my awaiting pussy, and made his way towards my toes. I felt a tongue flick on my toes, which made for a first reaction to curl them up and get them away from his mouth. He told me to relax and let him do what he will. I did and he continued on. He sucked each toe into his mouth, running his tongue around each one. He spent extra attention on the areas between each toe, even though he knows I'm ticklish as hell!

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A Saucy Tale

I came to her and asked if she'd like a taste of the sauce. I knew what the answer would be. I dipped my finger into the cooling goo and then offered it to her mouth. She sucked in my finger and ran her tongue around it, then let it fall from her mouth and licked her lips.

I dipped my finger in again. This time, I ran it around her nipples, depositing sauce along the way. "Guess I'll have to lick that up," I said. And I did, bringing them to their pointy ridigity. She purred softly.

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Agly

As I could feel him hard against my leg, I dropped down, undid his pants, and pulled him out. Mm. Cock in my mouth... the texture of the skin is like nothing else. It tastes smooth. I sucked him quite hard- shoving him as far down my throat as I could, and then some. Nibble on the top, back down, around, tongue in the hole, lick his balls whenever my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock (a difficult thing to do without choking, but I'm getting better at it)... He told me that I was to get him really hard, then he'd fuck my ass. I grinned around his cock, and brought my teeth down over the top of his head in a way that always makes him moan and his cock pulse. Stood up, undid and dropped my skirt, and bent over the footboard of the bed.

Breakfast and an Unwelcome Return

I dipped my finger in the OJ and ran it along her lips. She licked, her tongue darting between her lips, and then she opened her eyes. I winked and bent to her breast and started eating my breakfast. She squealed and beat a very half hearted bash at my back , and then muttered to be careful of what I bit down on.

I completed my bun and then with a deft manoeuvre, offered Amanda her own bun on a pole, and lay back. It was a most surreal sensation having the snail bun eaten from around my cock. Believe me, if your woman has never scoffed off your cock, get out there and get some jammy ring doughnuts, stuff your cock up the middle and get her noshing. Yum yum.

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See also: Sugasm #80: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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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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Put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care you have lube all over them—or just give us a high five (but wipe your hands first), because today's collection of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week gives a salute to hand jobs, nipple tweaking, clit rubbing and happy endings of all kinds. Whether you like your hot and handy action at orgies, in showers, or aprés ski, these writers have got the situation well in ... er, you know, and moving in a gentle up-and-down rhythm.

You're in good hands (sorry) with Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Drilling a Hole in the Table

When my towel-wearing friend slid his naked bottom up on the massage table and stretched out on his stomach, a group of ten (count them, ten!) female hands drenched in oil descended upon his muscular body.

My friend (let's call him Ed, shall we?) luxuriated in the touch flowing across all his limbs and torso. Some naughty person—not, in this case, your narrator—reached between his thighs and began caressing his balls, making him squirm.

"I'm drilling a hole in the table," he growled, his voice muffled by the sheet balled up under his head.

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Fisting Friday Revisited

He had me lie on my back and placed the pillows beneath my knees. He got out lots of lube. And away he went. Slowly, carefully, patiently, he worked the lube all around my outer and inner lips. He played with my lips. He took his time. I enjoyed the sensations. I don't know how long it took, but I knew we were close. I felt that hard pressure. And no matter how hard I tried, my mind went back to that day, the last time something was touching me in that most sacred of places, deep inside. And I felt myself tense up.

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Pressure

"You want to breathe? You better stroke my cock like the good little whore that you are or you might not be able to," Mr Stern said in a fierce whisper, his cheek pressed to mine. He was close to coming but couldn't quite get there. I tried to concentrate on my hands but as his grip on my throat tightened my focus slipped.

My hands, stroking his cock and rubbing his balls, were sweaty and tacky.

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Teacher on Teacher

I got braver and brought both my hands up and under her full breasts. I felt the weight of them and in my mind I compared them to the weight of my own breasts. Her hands slid to my inner thigh as I gently massaged her breasts. Her nipples enlarged under my fingers and I lowered my face to the side of her neck. I smelled the soap from her shower and her natural soft fragrance, similar to that of roses in the summer.

The Teachers head rolled to the left as I kissed the right side of her neck and caressed her nipples with my finger tips. I made circles around them and she groaned weakly. Her hand was slowly closing in on a place I never thought a woman would touch me. Her hand went up my pelvis, to my stomach and then began its descent.

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Slick and Wet First

She asked me to step into the shower first, and I almost fell as I made my way. Such was my excitement. I turned the faucets, got the right mix of hot and cold, and began soaping myself all the while anticipating her presence. She followed, and took the soap, slowly lathering me up, hands gliding over my skin, down my back and up again. It was as her hands slide round to my breasts that I leaned against the cold tiles and watched her fingers play with my nipples.

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Smack Dab in the Middle

My fingers were saturated and formed an O around the base of his cock that both of them seemed to like. He continued to fuck her through my fingers tightening and then she screamed 'I'm going to come' and I started stroking his balls alternatively and when I felt his balls harden, I grabbed his balls hard and pulled them down to intensify his orgasm. With my other hand, I held her nipple hard and tweaked at it while she came.

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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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We may not know much about art, but we sure know hot sex writing when we see it—and we also know how to pass it along to you, because that's the kind of caring connoisseurs we are. Today's selection some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week features all that highfalutin stuff you were forced to appreciate in high school, like painting, dance, poetry and meat puppets. Only, you know, with penises and blow jobs, because we like our art best when it reflects what life is really like.

Put on that smock and join your muse Chelsea Girl in the art supply closet after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Penis Prints

Now it's arts and crafts night here at Rated (R)upert and I'm going to show you step by step how I make my Penis Print Cards. These are actual cards I make for friend's birthdays. This is the third one ever made of my penis and it is going to my friend and one of The Band co-stars, Princess, he is also the founding member of a few well known Melbourne bands, Fez Perez, Sons of Lee Marvin, and The Three Argyles. His birthday is tomorrow night at a tidy wine bar. The first ever card was made for the The Idyller for his birthday held at a Pizza restaurant. The second ever Penis Print Card was sent to my friend Friedbrains in Bolivia where between spending time doing karaoke and getting homesick has been performing my poems about town. So you see, these cock crafted cards are the perfect gift for any friend especially when they hold it up in front of people and you must then declare exactly what the print is of. Don't worry if your artistic skills are not up to scratch, this is at finger painting level.

Here is how to do it, step by step. First remove your clothes ...

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Fuck-Me-Ups

It's been one of those days: nothing goes according to plan, you get mad at your closest friends, heavy objects fall on you from high places, the toast burns, you find out Denis still hasn't updated, and you botch all your nude self-portraits. Normally I'd spare you the sob story and post when my mood improves and/or I can deliver a great photo. However, I have a better idea: I'll share my fuck-ups.

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Dancin' Round the Giant Phallus

"DN, are you going to the May Pole dance tomorrow morning?" my roommate asked me freshman year.

I looked up from Really Hard French Verbs To Conjugate and said "I'm sorry, what?"

"Are you going to the May Pole dance tomorrow morning?" she repeated as she tossed her heavy bag on the floor and turned on Days of Our Lives.

I hadn't misheard her. She seriously had just asked me that.

"We do a May Pole dance? Us? Feminist University?"

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Meat Puppet?

This afternoon, she either will or will not give Mr. G that blowjob. When she comes home and after the baby is fast asleep she will ask me whether or not I think she gave it to him. If I guess right, then I can lick her pussy to my heart's content (or at least until she kicks me away). But if I guess wrong I get nothing.

This is powerful sex magick to a cuck locked in a chastity device for over a week. I've been thinking lots about this. I love her pussy. I need to dip my tongue into it and pleasure her. I'm her meat puppet and she pulls my strings.

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Stabbed

I came with the violence of last night,
where we wrestled
on a crime-scene bed,
limbs entangling
underneath the sheets
in a tug-of-war with
the half-ripped clothes
we couldn't wait to take off. The fingerprint bruises
digging into your back
must've been my revenge

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Hasratda

Hasratda can literally be translated as "in lust" or "in heat," if you will. It was the expression that my best friend Y. has used to describe any woman going up in flames of lust and eager carnal anticipation. Usually it referred to a girl who was not currently romantically attached, and therefore seeking and available, her starved femininity longing to be put to use.

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See also: Sugasm #78: The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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"Seek and ye shall find some really hot smut", or so goes the saying (at least that's how we remember it). Today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web this week is brought to you by the search terms "moan", "groan", and "fuck" ... which is another way of saying that we didn't even try to come up with a real theme that ties all these selections together aside from the fact that they're all pretty freakin' hot. (We also tried searching for "queef+'Paris Hilton'" just for the heck of it, but trust us—you do not want to know what came up). Sometimes you never know what you're going to find until you look for something completely random. And whether it's hot play in a hot tub with a hot girl young enough to be someone's daughter, a bi-curious game of strip poker, or just some good, old-fashioned head, you'll find it here. Who knew?

Join the ever-inquisitive Chelsea Girl in the search box for today's Sex Blog Roundup after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Hot Stuff in the Hot Tub

Mrs H and Hedges had gone, the house was empty bar me. After my shower, cleaning away any possible vestiges of Mrs H, especially greying pubic hairs, I put on a robe and walked around the house, still enjoying the exploration of my new home. I dropped my robe and, naked, I got into the hot tub and fantasised about Marigold. As I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the flow of hot water across my balls, a hand tapped my head. I looked up as Amanda laughed at having made me jump.

'That's not your willy in your hand is it? What ever are you doing?'

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I Can Make You Mine

The cold air hits my ass now-you've flipped up the back of my skirt and are silently admiring me, exposed and outlined by a black thong and presented so perfectly against the shiny black of the fender. You make me wait for what feels like hours before I feel your hands slowly grip the sides of my panties and even more slowly peel them down, leaving the damp scrap puddled around my ankles. You step closer now, close enough that I can feel your lowered jeans rasp against the backs of my thighs and finally, finally, feel your cock probing at me, slipping back and forth along the gathered wetness between my legs.

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Midnight Fantasies

Kelly and I decided to play a game of poker. I had beat her eleven straight games and she kept insisting she was just warming up, that she was going to kick my ass. Finally, pretending to have had enough, I told her that maybe we could have a little wager, since she was so confident. She said ok, but that money didn't interest her. She wanted to be really daring. The loser would have to suck Mike off while the winner watches.

I was shocked. She winked at me and whispered that I better lose and do it. I looked at Mike.

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Shock Him with Your Cunt?

While I arch my back into him I'm still trying to push up but these days he's just too strong for me. I'm impressed. I'm turned on. I'm writhing beneath him and he manages to pull himself off me long enough so I yank his shirt off. His mouth is now attached to my nipple and making it hard across the soft and firm feeling of his tongue. Fuck it's good. When he does that, those little flickers, it's like my breasts are joined to the sensations in my clit by electricity. Every sharp sucking and the way his mouth opens a little more to encompass my whole nipple and roll it between his lips, every time another shock inside me. A bolt, a soft thread of lightening right between my pussy lips.

You can see why, though this all occured in my head in under a minute, it got me hot in under thirty seconds.

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Blow

My lips barely touching, I slowly heated his flesh by breathing my hot breath up and down his length. Suddenly his restraint gave way and I felt his hands press down on my head gently as his hips thrust up at me in silent demand. A small grunt sounded from him, followed by a groan, the sound full of want and unanswered need.

My hot tongue snaked out and I flicked the crown of his cock, catching that super sensitive spot just under the ridge. He cried out sharply as if I hurt him, hips jerking, as his fingers tightened on my scalp pushing more firmly, immobilizing me.

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Eve: Part 1

You moan softly, a low burr of the tongue, as I gently kiss the warm roundness of your buttocks. I place wet, butterfly kisses all over cheeks and feel you push back firmly into my face, urging me onwards. I run my hands up and around your waist as I kiss you, letting my tongue lap hotly across the naked parts of your body. You shift slightly on your knees as my kisses get closer to your pussy. I can smell its intoxicating wetness already and can see that the gusset of your knickers is almost black with moisture.

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See also: Sugasm #77: The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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Rubbin' sticks and stones together may make the sparks ignite, but sometimes you need a little jumpstart to get the engines revving—you know, to mix a few fucking metaphors. If you're feeling like the tingle has become a chill, if the thrill is gone, or if you just need a new way to fire it up, take a cue from the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web this week. Get a clit-cure from your local Chinese apothacary, get a new perspective on deep-throating, or simply get a new pair of purple handcuffs. In no time at all you'll see skyrockets in flight.

Put down those matches and play with the pyrotechnic Chelsea Girl after the break.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Diary of a Futa, Part 1
We made our way to old China Town to visit an old herbalist that Laura knew of. After much use of embarrassing hand gestures and some broken English we left with a small vial that was "100% guaranteed" to make my clit more sensitive during sex and a cryptic warning "only one drop each night".

Later that night, after my roommate had gone to bed, I got out the small bottle of purplish fluid. Just thinking about trying out the potion was making me excited; I kept wondering what it was going to feel like on my clit.
- The S Spot

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The Cliffhanger
It's one of my favorite positions to suck husband's cock. I hang my head over the edge of the bed. He stands next to the bed and slides his cock inside my mouth to fuck my face.

I often keep one hand on the inside of his legs and massage the underside of his balls. When I get really turned on, however, I wrap both arms around his ass and encourage him to go in deeper and faster.

That's not all there is too it though. While husband is fucking my face he's leaned over my body, stroking my clit.
- Dirty, Filthy Princess

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Homecoming
'What the...' It's said with shock, those words, squeaked out of her mouth before her eyes registered the face belonging to her captor. I jerked her closer to me and shut the door, leaving us in blackness inside a closet, a niche where coats and the wall meet. 'Bastard,' the word is whispered, 'you scared me!'

My fingers are on her dress, pulling it upward, thanking God it wasn't one of her skin tight skirts.
- Sadistic Excess

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My Kinkiest Fetish
There is an erotic frisson about a skillful mindfuck that is almost as good as the real thing (actually, in some cases it's considerably better than the real thing). The thrill of your mind climbing over the landscape of curves and hollows and nooks and crannies and interesting promontories of another mind is exhilarating. Having your mind probed by an enquiring thought is shiver-inducing. But on a more basic level, there's nothing more anti-climatic than finding yourself bored in bed with a dull man when the fucking stops. Apart from anything else, an intelligent man will apply some basic psychology to work out what else turns you on; he can read between the lines of what you don't say to work out what you want.
- The Naked Rhetorical Truth

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Brian
Brian was sitting across from me while I chatted and listened. He was quite obviously interested, trying to attract my attention and directing questions specifically toward me. I held back, mindful of my place as Mr Stern's slut, keeping my eyes always moving and my attention fully diversified. But I could feel Brian's eyes on me, I could see his quick smile when I focused on him, I could tell he wanted to engage more fully.

It was a heady feeling, that.
- Journey Into Submission

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A Turning Point
Last night I felt that things changed in My relationship with wicked. It only took one little thing, and after a really rough week... well, it was a good sign.

I was ready to play. I'd been looking forward to playing all day. In fact it had probably been more like 2 days. wicked says she has Rhino skin (there's never any left over evidence of our play sessions) so it has become My personal goal to see to it that changes. My new items arrived (a set of purple cuffs... neck, wrist, ankle and thighs) and it was My intention to strap her down and set out to soften up that "Rhino Skin".
- My Dominant World

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Choking the chicken, spanking the monkey, clutching the bearded clam ... call it what you will, but masturbation is really just sex with someone you love. Birds can't do it (no hands). Bees don't do it (tiny pinprick brains). But we can—so let's! Or better yet, let's read about it in some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week. Whether it's Indian MILFS jacking off for their FILs, or Harold and Maude-style phone sex, or a little post-Dom date tension release, these bloggers can tell you a thing or two about rubbing one out.

Wash your hands and join Chelsea Girl for a little onanistic orgy after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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I Am Seema

I pushed my breasts upwards and tried to suck on the nipples. My tongue just touched the nipples and I teased them by moving my tongue lightly over each one. Then I again turned my back to the door and spreading my legs wide, pushed my hand to my choot. My two fingers slipped inside the juicy choot easily and I started to move them in and out. My hand was clearly visible from between my legs and I knew my FIL was getting nice view. I moaned, "Ohhhh Sasurji! Fuck me! Chodo muze!" Ohhh how I could say this? But this made me more excited! I continued to rub my choot and then I inserted one finger in my choot and moaned again.

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One for the Ages

On the phone I found a nervous, but excited woman who certainly sounded her age. I asked her if she would masturbate for me and she agreed. I sat in my chair with my pants around my ankles, my cock hard, slowly stroking myself while I told her how much I wanted to suck on her pussy and tits. I asked her to slide her finger into your cunt and she gasped. She described her cunt, her greying brown pubes, her wet lips. After a few minutes of a one-way conversation: me telling how I wanted to fuck her pussy with my hard cock, I could hear the familiar gasps and moans of the female orgasm. I too stroked my cock until hot cum spurt into my hand.

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He Taught Me to Masturbate

Actually It's not like that I had never tried anyone's fingers. My friend, Carla fingered me before. But I had never tried my own fingers ... I didn't know it would feel good too.

We finished his second orgasm and cuddled each other on the bed , and then he asked me how often I masturbated ? I said I didn't. He didn't believe me at first but I insisted and then he , finally , believed. He asked if i wanted to try , and as the matter of fact that I hadn't come at all last night , so I said yea.

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A Higher Level

She began to tease his cock with her foot. Within a minute or so he began to grow erect. She expected he would arch his pelvis forward, just slightly, in an effort to intensify the contact with her foot. When he did so, she met his advance and began to massage his growing erection with her foot. The Goddess was, in fact, a self-proclaimed foot-whore. In addition to enjoying having her feet worshipped, she adored how her husband took pleasure in anything that had to do with her feet and shoes. As she toyed with him, an idea came into her head. She decided it was time to use this to her advantage. "Looks like this poor little thing needs relief."

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A Day at the Spa

In the bright lights of the other room, you see another woman get undressed. And while your masseur is rubbing oil on you, you watch the other woman do the same things you did. You watch her pose in the mirrors while soaping her breasts. You watch her bend over and turn her ass towards you. And you know that she can't see you. She is just playing with herself in the mirror. And you watch her masturbate in the bidet, just like you did. You know the masseur can't see any of this. Only you can. And he doesn't even know for sure if you are watching the other woman.

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Sunday Night

You smiled at me, and stroked my cheek and I knew I'd done well. You told me you wanted to see me again. I was already looking forward to it. I made myself come later before I went to sleep. Thinking of how you smelled and tasted, how you looked and felt, what you did to me and how you did it. We'll talk later. I miss you already. I'm so addicted to this.

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Schoolgirl kilts! Slaves in collars! Bent-kneed submission! Ropes and floggers and canes, oh my! Sometimes you just have to bow down and appreciate the classics: good old-fashioned G's up/ho's down, he's on top BDSM play. From dungeons to dormers, from castles to rec-rooms, everyone {hearts} a collared girl. Today'sselection of some our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene celebrates female submission in public, private, and everywhere in between.

Grab your flogger and show Chelsea Girl who's boss after the break.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Walking Naked and Collared with Andre

Let's go upstairs, slut," Andre says, neatly packing the floggers in the trim black suitcase after he's helped me off the St. Andrew's cross in the crowded dungeon. Around us are dozens of playing perverts—a red-headed domme and her Asian boy, bound in rope and shackled; a lithe blonde chained to a post, being flogged by what has to be her high-tech Dom; a slight woman in a bright pink dress punching a tall, sallow man with a shaven head in the chest and a heavy set submissive woman bent over and being paddled by her tall, long-haired Dom.

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Snapshots, Real and Imagined, No. 18

Right from the start she's been shy about her cunt. Of course her shame serves only to provoke me.
'Who does your cunt belong to, little girl?' I ask.
'It belongs to you, sir.'
'Good. Now I'm going to make a careful inspection of my property. Take off your skirt and knickers.'
Slowly, trying not to look at me, she removes them.
'Lie on the bed, legs wide open.'
I sit beside her. 'Open wider for me,' I say.

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Boots

Mr Stern stands beside me as I lay on the floor. I am naked except for his collar, ass up, shoulders down - my usual submissive pose - except this time I am tied at both knees and wrists. My legs are spread apart and my hands are tied together. Ropes lead from my knees and wrists to secure points. I am helpless, unable to move in any direction except to kneel up.

I am in this position to beg. Not just to beg, but to beg to get fucked.

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Tawse

i have become, of late, inordinately fascinated with the tawse...the history, the way one looks, the way they are made. It is something i have never experienced, never even seen. And yet...In my mind, i'm transported back in time to the days of one room schoolhouses. i have been a rather recalcitrant young lady, standing before the headmaster, my hands extended for punishment, one palm laid flat, facing up, upon the other.

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A Kinky Friend Says...

Day 1 of my stay in a spanking household and, as you'd expect, it didn't take long for the action to commence! My arrival allowed Abel to test a hypothesis which had been exercising his mind recently, and which now allowed him to exercise his arm too: is it possible to cane two girls simultaneously? Determined to investigate, he had Haron and I lie side by side, bare bottoms snuggled close together, and tapped experimentally with a particularly long cane, selected specially for the purpose... then let fly.

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Emily and Todd, Part 1

"Young Lady, would you like to explain this picture to me?"

Emily subconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt and fumbled with it, quietly replying to his question "Well Todd" she stammered "You wanted to see another picture of me so I sent you that one"

"Indeed I did Emily, but I wasn't expecting a flirtatious picture like this, you... sat on a motorbike... in a short dress... pulled up over your thighs"

The first sign of a blush drew across the girls face and her voice was little more than a whisper "But I have my panties on"

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Contrary to what ESPN thinks, sweet spots aren't just for tennis racquets: in the bedroom and beyond, real players know how to hit those mysterious p-and-g-spots in the dark with their eyes covered and with their hands tied behind their backs. Today's roundup of some of our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene schools you on the value of your prostate and/or g-spot. Read up and learn about all those special places that make you go Ahhhhh ...

Keep your eye on the prize with with your favorite prospector Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Prostate Play

A man's prostate is full of nerves. Nerves are good because when you are able to stimulate them properly they can make you feel very very good.

Many men, yes straight guys too, really enjoy having their prostate massaged. They claim to experience all kinds of nice things like super intense orgasms and/or orgasms that last a really long time. Enjoying having your ass/prostate stimulated doesn't make you gay, enjoying sex with men does (and even this is a bit of a grey area).

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'G' Marks the Spot, Part 1

The necessary foreplay ensued and pretty soon Jack was working the vibrator in my pussy in the location indicated by the book. The vibrator left much to be desired however, at least when it comes to how I seem to be constructed down there. The end of it seemed to be getting hooked on my pubic bone, which was extremely painful.

I know that he was in the right general area, but we just couldn't seem to find the right spot. We tried turning the vibrator over, and that seemed somewhat better. I could feel a very mild urge to pee, which is a good sign when it comes to the G-Spot, since putting pressure on it also squishes your bladder in the process.

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Fingertip Control

.. As we lay, face to face to whisper our goodnights, something stirred. We scarcely moved a muscle, but Emm began to touch me, concerntrating on just one spot and moving her middle finger no more than a centimetre. She kept this up for a time that seemed endless, staring deep into my eyes with a half-smile on her lips. The feeling was at once delightful and excruciating.

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Naughty Sissy

"The slut wants to get fucked and he wants it know!" I thought.

I went upstairs and worn My strap-on.
I spread some lubricant on it and went back downstairs.
He was still dishwashing.
I went behind him and touched his butt with the strap on.
He felt it at once.

"Oh Madame, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to fuck you Denise. That's what I'm doing! Spread your legs."

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Ablaze in Lust

His hands are around my ass and he's pulling me on him- again and again, faster and harder as my orgasm continues and my cunt feels like waves of electric pleasure being shocked through me as my gspot swells against the head of his rod and I grind more, slower and harder. Pushing, aching. My composure is lost and I'm just reaching for that sensation. The grazing against my g-spot that almost hurts, but keeps me. Pulling, reaching, craving. Must get it- must have it. I thrust forward on him, again and again and fucking again.

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Hitting the Edge

He pulled me again to the edge of the bed so that he could enter me while standing, my legs high in the air. He pushed his cock into my ass... much lube, some discomfort, but my body was relaxed enough to take him easily. Anal sex is very powerful to me. I'm not sure which nerves are being hit in the process, but my God! And then he added the vibrator, plunging it in and out of my cunt while he fucked my ass. He left the vibe buzzing gently
(well, not that gently) in place as his pace increased in urgency. Once again, all too soon, I was on the brink of a full body orgasm...

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Some call power the ultimate aphrodisiac (even if we here at Fleshbot think it's more a matter of a fast connection, a full bottle of lube, and fifteen minutes). There certainly is a lot to be said for having the upper hand in a relationship, especially if that hand is poised above a naked and callipygian body. In today's selection of some of our favorite sex writing on the interwebs this week, we present those writers who get the erotic jolt of power in all its permutations: the slender ties that bind (and blind), the inherent seductiveness of stockings, the mastery of virginity ... and other things designed to leave you limp and begging for more.

Power it up with the mighty Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Roue

Her jade gaze follows me intently as I move around the bed securing her. Her mouth glistens in the half-light, damp with expectation. My own lips press together in a contented smile. That's the frame of mind I wanted to provoke in her. Expectant. Slowly, I approach her and carefully cover her eyes with the blindfold I retrieve from my pocket.

"Can you see?" I ask.

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Power Stockings

I turned the deadbolt slowly. Click. Then I started turning the doorknob. Once the door was open two feet or so, I poked my head around and smiled. He smiled back, his arms loaded down with clothes. Inching the door open a little more, I shifted one shoulder into view. It was bare. His bright blue eyes flew to my shoulder, then back up to my eyes.

Now that he was paying attention, it was time to open the door all way.

The outfit was simple, really. Three pieces of black lingerie that he'd given me paired with the sexiest shoes I own.

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He Makes My Ch**** Pop!

For whatever reason, the fact that I'm a virgin has been getting shoved into my face a lot lately. It's a pretty hot topic of late, what with that girl who tried to sell her virginity on eBay, a guy who did the same (and promised that part of the proceeds would got to charity - suuuure they would buddy), and a blog that allows its readers to vote on which guy the blogger ought to allow to pop her cherry. I've also been told that I "need to get laid" by a friend (we'll call her Amy) whose advice I am very inclined to trust. Plus, tonight my roommates informed me that no one will EVER be worthy of my platinum pussy and I ought to just get it over with...

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Le Club of Strip

It was strange really. All eyes were upon us. You would have thought that they had never seen 2 chicks walk into a place like this, a strip club. It is real funny how guys get around 2 girls who are presumably together. I am not sure if it is that they think they might get lucky and on this day we will decide "he" is the one that will make me give up being a lesbian, or if it is the fact that he or they might have a shot at seeing some hot girl action. What ever it is, the drinks kept coming. We smiled. Said "Thank You" and went back to the reason we were here, the same reason all of these guys were here. To look at hot, beautiful naked girls.

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3 for the Road: 3 for All

The door of the suite exploded with noise and action as we barreled inside. Coats flung to and fro. Honey Rider stumbled to the bathroom closing the door behind her. I headed to the bedroom, clicked the light and turned on the mini radio (sex noise reducer). Phoenix was right behind me as I turned.

"Mmmm, I can smell "M" all over you." She sniffed my chest then higher around my neck. Soon our lips were interlocked, her smooth mouth playing with mine. "She's all over you."

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Tighter

"I want to be your sex slave."

With these words, she communicated a long-held fantasy that she had selected me to realize.

We experimented with some role play, but it turned out that what she really wanted was just to be tied up and ravished.

It turned out to be a primal thing — tie her tightly, put her in fear, and she would get very hot.

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They don't call it "getting lucky" for nothing—in today's hectic world it can take a mystical confluence of events to create those magic sexy moments ... and once they happen, they never last long enough. In an effort to capture those fleeting laundry-room fucks, chance meetings in airports and hotel rooms, and extra steamy showers, we've gathered some of ur favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week by a bunch of writers who know how to strike when the iron is, as they say, hot.

Grap your rabbit's foot and join that lucky bitch Chelsea Girl after the break.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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The Greatest Week Ever

It was October of 2002. Kathleen and I were about to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary, and we were planning to take a week-long trip — just the two of us, away from our children — to the island of Maui. Roughly a week before we were due to depart, I received a phone call at work from Kathleen. After the usual banalities, Kathleen said the most unusual thing she has ever said to me in our 15 years of marriage: "I'm horny."

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Rug Burn

"Hmmm," I said, staring at his mouth, at the way his lips curved when he said fuck. Oh yeah, fuck! SHE trilled in response. He didn't notice my abstract mindedness, and just kept talking. "I was all over him on the road, didn't let him go," he continued. Hells yeah, you can be all over me you sexy, foine ass thing you, SHE continued. I tried to focus, I really did, but I felt like I was having two conversations in one and I found the more he talked the less I could focus. Mmmm, those lips, I want them all over me, stop talking and come to mama!

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Stranded, Part 2

Have you ever found yourself in a position, where you had absolutely no idea how you got there, what was going to happen, yet you know, you do not want to miss even an instant of what is to come (cum?)?
This is exactly how I felt as my mouth locked upon Miranda's purging tool, and my face rode her pelvic thrusting like a roller coaster. My hand, cupping her bouncing balls, could feel the muscle spasm starting, and I felt myself salivate at what I was about to do.

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Ass (Fake Ass)

"Which one should I try?" I say to Ella as we lie in a big hotel bed in a quiet Victorian room, the gas-flue fireplace roaring in the distance. "The sleeve, or the ass?"

Ella doesn't have much to say about this. She's just waiting for the show. But we both decide on the showier toy, the ass-in-a-tube, the ass (fake ass). I reach over to the nightstand and pick up the package.

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Pink Handcuffs

Arm around her shoulders, fingers carelessly wandering around her thigh, I asked about her pussy. What had she done for me this time? Shaved, waxed, trimmed the hair into my initials?

"Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

Her hand was cupped over the bulge on the front of my trousers. Mine was working its way up the inside of her thigh.

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Snapshots, Real and Imagined, No. 15

I put her up against the wall, feet back, her weight forward, arms folded, head resting on her arms. I lift her skirt and tuck the hem into the waistband. I pull her knickers half-way down to her knees. I stand very close and take her hair in my hand, twisting it sharply. She gasps.

'Now then,' I say, 'it's time to hear your confession.'

'Confession?' she says helplessly.

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More Shower Sex

I told Penelope I was going to take a shower, and gave her a look that was anything but subtle. She declined the offer, though, so I headed upstairs with reluctant thoughts of entertaining myself. After I was stripped down and enjoying the steamy hot water, though, she came into the bathroom and said she had changed her mind. I wasn't going to question why.

Once she was inside the shower with me, I looked her up and down and savored the view of her incredible body...

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Monogamy, as they say, is for pussies: if you turn up the volume on your laptop and lean in real close to your screen you can hear the writers in today's roundup of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene shouting "More, more, more!" to anyone who might be listening. After all, why stop at one when you can have two or four or even more? Whether it's partners, orgasms or both, these writers know that three is definitely not a crowd—it's just the beginning of a really good time.

Join Chelsea Girl after the jump—because she's the girl to have when you're having more than one.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Turning Tricks for Tapas, Dos

I like the illusion of plenty, whether on a plate or in men's pants. On this November night, it was Nathan, not Zaytinya, who filled me up.

Zaytinya is a Mediterranean mezze/tapas restaurant with an encyclopedic menu. Everything sounds delicious when you're hungry - fresh sea scallops, braised rabbit, fried eggplant - and tapas restaurants rely on this principal for profit: tiny portions all but forbid sateity.

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Hotel Fivesome

I don't know whether I should call her or not. We have tried to get together the last couple of weeks, but our schedules have not been compatible.
She has a husband. Two kids. A business. Some college extension classes to attend.
And a really hot mouth that felt fucking great on my cock.

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Join the Club

I have agreed to accompany Bruce to a club called Le Trapeze, where I don't totally know what will happen. I only know it's a swing club where he would like to have sex in front of other people, and that he is willing to pay me triple what I normally make. I'm nervous about the whole idea, but he promised that if I met him for a drink he would ease my mind.

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Maude's Take on the Swing Club

About a year ago, Tim and I were lying in bed discussing fantasies. My biggest one is to be watched. Not necessarily having people stand around the bed as we go at it, but maybe to leave the blinds open one afternoon. Tim asked if I had ever been to a swing club. I hadn't. In fact, I had never wanted to go to one. It had negative connotations for me. Remember the infamous David Westerfield case? Well, in all honestly, that was the only time I had really ever heard of such places. But the more Tim and I talked about it, and the more Tim and I researched it, the more interested I became.

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London 3.3—Sophie Takes Three Lovers

Henri was breathing a little harder, attempting to keep himself composed as best he could, still very aware that we were by no means alone in the hotel bar, occassionally glancing over to the other side of the room, making certain no-one could see what was happening. Sophie simply smiled casually, continuing to make polite conversation with Kathryn, as her hand slid deftly up and down his erect cock, now jutting disgracefully from his open trousers, hidden only by the edge of the table at which we were sat. Opposite them, I was in a similar position, Kathryn's hand now firmly wrapped around my straining erection, masturbating me slowly as she watched Sophie caressing her husband's cock.

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Power

"You're getting what?!"
"A vasectomy."
"Donnie, that was more of a 'what the hell do you think you're doing' than a 'what did you say.'"
"Lexi, I have three daughters, and that's enough. You're not talking me out of this."
"Well," I conceded, "At least let me throw a farewell party for the last of your productive sperm."

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More Lube

Perhaps because of the length of time our bodies had been locked together, I finally began to run dry.
"More lube," I begged breathlessly between thrusts, back over my shoulder, "get more lube."

That's what I thought I said, but he was lost in his own private world and didn't understand. His fingers sank deeper into my rounded hips as he slowed his movements. "What?"

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