Sex Blog Roundup: Let’s Hear It From The Girls (And Boys)

Here's a fun fact for your next cocktail party: The word "pornography" is literally Greek for "whore story." And those stories seem to be everywhere these days. Amsterdam is erecting a statue to the humble whore, hookers are getting their art together and taking it on the road, and we here at Fleshbot want to celebrate those people who put the "work" in "sex work" too—we can't build a statue, but we can bring you a taste of some of the finest sex worker blogs on the interweb. Whether they're taking on multiple clients, pondering the mystery of the orgasm, or playing possum, these working girls and boys never lose thier heads ... even when they're giving it.

Take a walk on the wild side with your virtual madam Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Two Client Day

When we step in the door, he puts on the chain lock, shuts the drapes, drops the money in front of me as I'm putting on music and is all over me. DFK apparently means "shove your tongue down her throat" and all I can really do is keep my mouth open and go with it. I feel like I am a lousy kisser, since anything I attempt ends up being contrary to his thrusting pattern. But I like him and he's smart and nice, and I've driven all the way over here, and we've had good conversations.

- How About Now?

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Shopping for a Girlfriend

Last night I was lying in a john's arms after sex when he said for about the ninth time, "We have good chemistry, don't you think?...Yeah, we do. Why do you think that is, hmm?"

Because you just paid me $500, I thought. And if I had an extra dollar for every time you say, "We have good chemistry," I'd be walking out of here with a pretty generous tip, besides.

- Compartments: An Escort's Weblog

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Dis-Ease

several months ago, i remember i had a particularly fucked-up day. i had three appointments set up for the day. the first client was a guy i had previously seen. time comes for him to come, yet he doesn't appear. no calls, nothing. i worry, for a minute... could he be dead?

- Welcome to the Fuckhouse

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When We Don't Orgasm

I love my orgasms, I celebrate them and my body, have on this blog and will write more about them. And there have been times in my life when I don't have/do/be them as often, or my body experiences them in different ways. If I am stressed or depressed then my sexual self shuts down. Although I tried not to talk about it too much on here, and even stopped writing for awhile, the Fall was a very difficult period for me. When all of life is topsy turvy and pain is takes over about every brain cell I have, I tend to go internal, into my cave and lick my wounds like a she-lion will. Sex is the last thing on my mind.

- Ex-Courtesan In Transition (Again)

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Long Time

Slowing stretching straining pausing my endurance all the way up her: All my weight poised on her ample cheeks, borne down through her loadbearing thighs, knees: There may come that confident moment when I sense, looming, the cheekrippling titswaying foamsighing slamgrunting cockclenching loving my yaw petite vessel as much as I can ...

- Viewing the Local Antiquities

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Glass Houses

Part of a curious subset that has developed in my clientele, namely little Asian men interested in topping me, we had been getting along fine; actually, better than fine, as he had all sorts of fun little scenarios he wanted to play out. My favourite was the young boy, prone, quietly sleeping and unsuspecting of the prowling older man. In he creeps to find me, outstretched on my belly, asleep. Ah, the old molestation trick.

"No, no. Don't move yet. Just lie there."

Happily. It'd had been a long day.

- Notes for Rent

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Previously: 2007 Sex Workers' Art SHow Tour, Sex Blog Roundup Archive