Sex Blog Roundup: Pure Id

Sometimes impulses take over and demand action. This weekend's roundup of the best of sex blogging finds caution thrown to the winds and clothes hurled everywhere. The glimpse of a customer's breast sends a shop girl to the stockroom to masturbate, two wedding guests escape for sex in an ambulance, and an overheated runner finds she has to get into her gym partner's shorts—and all of this has to happen ... right ... now.

You gotta do what you gotta do with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Gym Partner

So this guy that I met at my new gym and I have been running in the afternoons for the past week. He's really cute. Tall, sun bleached blond hair, green eyes, great abs, and very cool to hang out with. Aside from just making out a few times we haven't really done anything else together besides run or work out at the gym. So the other day I decided I would change that.

- Adriana's Secret

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Red and White

I receive a text message and resist a blush. I look at it with critical eyes, but inside, a few organs are in the wrong place.

It reads: That dress is pure liquid sex. I can't keep my eyes off of you. Go behind that shed there and pinch your nipple for me, hard.

- In Your Pants

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The Gift

Over time, she permits him glimpses of the details of her life. Her real life. The life on the other side of the emails and the late-night on-line rendezvous and the furtive telephone calls. She tells him about the place she works, the attic storeroom, accessible by a single, narrow creaking staircase. She describes how she sometimes escapes up there, to look out from the single dusty window, across the rooftops to the rolling green of the horizon.

One day, she admits that sometimes, she goes up to the attic so that she can masturbate.

- Easily Aroused

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When the Cat's Away . . .

Later in the evening, after Amorphous has come over and we've had a chance to relax together and chit chat about the day, we move into the bedroom and that's when he had had enough.

He grabs me and holds me and scolds me. Telling me I was very naughty for making myself cum not once but three times without him. That I have no self control. He strips me of my clothes except my little red panties. He pushes me to my knees and removes his clothes. His flacid cock is shoved before me and I know what to do.

- At Longing's End

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Talent

Eric has a unique talent. He didn't even realize he had it. We discovered it accidentally one day as we chatted online. We were talking about sex. Anyone surprised? Well, we were, nevertheless. It was interesting, and I was enjoying reading his words, responding in kind . . . but, to be honest, I was enjoying it on rather a casual level. In fact, my attention was slightly divided. I was lying on my couch with my computer propped against my knees. I was fully relaxed and calm in the moment. But then, he said something that changed everything.

- La Fille Mariée

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Slut

Sometimes I wonder if I could ever be so transparent that if you merely looked at me, you could tell that I wasn't wearing any panties or that if I was, the buried strings are soaked through with raging masochistic concupiscent desire to please . . .

- Married Man's Fucktoy

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