Sex Blog Roundup: More, More, More

So long, ho-hum sex: for today's roundup of some of our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene, we've scoured the outer edges for those who keep things fresh with their eyes open to novelty, spontaneity and the unexpected. Follow the stud who disdains the orgy's princess, and the friends who find themselves in a live sex show. Fight the power, no matter how tight the restraints ... or ponder the might of bitch slapping. You may find it fun to bring in some toys, but now and then, you're advised not to try this at home.

It's all the New! Bold! and Improved! fun you can handle with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Two Women and a Couple of Trains

I walked into another room and there was a beautiful blonde with a cracking body. She was less adventurous. Actually, she thought she was too cute for anyone to fuck her. At a sex party.

She was some kind of Coital Aristocrat. Gorgeous body, nice face. Seeking servants, admirers.

Ahh, the Cute Girl. Ever present in American Culture. From the Little Redheaded Girl to Diane Court to Tony Danza, men have always pined after the Presently Unobtainable.

- Brooklyn Rake

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The Sexiest Basement in Brooklyn

C took the lead, pulling up my camisole to suck on one of my tits. L asked if she could take the other one in her mouth. As I've mentioned before, that is one of my favorite things, a mouth on each tit. I agreed enthusiastically, my shyness melting away as her lips closed on my nipple. I leaned back and let the sensation of the two wet mouths lapping at my sensitive nipples wash over me.

- The Gold Slut Standard

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Slaphappy

A dom mentioned slapping me for insolence. He did not say what part of me he might slap, and he suggested it via an IM chat, but I remember that I immediately pictured my face being slapped. I could almost feel it -- the sting if not the impact. And I felt wet.

I remember how I worried about myself. Being spanked was one thing, but having one's face slapped? How, I thought, could being hit in the face not be abuse?

- Hopelessly Bad

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Tied Up

I wonder how long he's going to leave me here.

The wall is cold against my cheek and the bulb of the reading light incubates the side of my forehead. It casts large, distorted shadows around the room. A flickering candle becomes a beating heart, a stack of pillows become giant Lego-bricks and my own head is a clotted nest of writhing anemone.

I blink. And crane my neck as far as it will go in an attempt to catch sight of him. I feel the vertebrae on my spine uncoil protestingly, crick by crick.

- A Babe in Toyland

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It's Dick in a Box

I served her a nice drink, one of her favorites, in preparation. After she was comfortably relaxed from the liquor, I told her to take off her pajamas. She refused as usual and shook her head at me. I stripped down bare, my manhood swinging in the partially frigid air. It swayed and smacked my thigh as I ran to to turn up the heat. Happily, she humored me and stripped down to nothing still hiding underneath the covers.

- The Dirty Details

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Hung--Revised

You come to with duct tape over your mouth. Naked. Hands bound above your head. You are not sure where you are let alone how you got here. I watch your eyes squint. The light is bright and your mind is hazy. Fuzzy images slowly coming into your focus. Your eyes barely make me out, sitting in front of you, my cock twitching and throbbing as I watch you.

- Wood in Hand

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