Sex Blog Roundup: Instant Gratification

Candle light, a lingering glance, the slow caress of a hand along the face or inside of a thigh ... Romantic gestures might be on the menu for some folks, but not for the writers in today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web this week who forgo foreplay in favor of immediate gratification. (And that means now, damn it.) Follow along with the hottest of the this-very-minutes as a college girl gives a drunken lap dance to her boyfriend's best friend and a hitchhiker fondles her driver—while back at home, the only things left untouched are the dishes in the sink.

Don't make Jefferson wait after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Getting Turned On

I kind of straddled his friend, laughing the whole time as I grinded against him, even putting my boobs in his face. I was really drunk at this point. My skirt kind of rode up in the process, not so much where it was obvious--but enough where I could feel hard on forming against me. I didn't exactly know what to do. I was definitely turned on too and Matt really had no idea what was going on. But at the same time, I kind of feel like he had planned for something like this to happen. Ever since I told him about my thing for being with more than guy at once.

- Anal Amy

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Sugarbutch Star: Bird

Alice watched, considering Jack's hard body, the sweet smell of sweat and physicality. She flicked her cigarette out the truck window and rolled the window back up, pulled her knees up underneath her, leaned in close to Jack's ear.

"Any interest in a fuck?"

"Uh," Jack's eyes flashed. Alice already had her hand on the bulge in the crotch of Jack's overalls.

"I'd like to see what you've got under there." Jack unsnapped the shoulder buckles. Alice pulled a thick, marble-blue colored strap-on from soft gray Calvin Klein briefs. Bigger around than her hand would fit. She milked it with her fingers. Jack's eyes never left the road.

- Sugarbutch Chronicles

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Primal Sex

I had just come back from the hair salon and Norio checked me out with a sexy grin. "You are so hot!" he stated as he grabbed me and leaned in for a slow, deep kiss. My pussy roared in anticipation, but he kept it just a kiss, grabbing my ass and pushing me closer to him. I reached up to run my hands through his curly dark hair as heat flared between us, burning me hotter and hotter with each moment of the hot kiss. I nipped and bit his lips, laving my tongue between the two full cushions and teasing his tongue. The kiss became primal and raw, a rapid inferno that engulfed us both.

- Chronicles of a Platinum Pussy

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Degrees of Hunger

My legs weakened as his fingers replaced the sponge completely and he stroked me from my wet hole to my clit. Slow consistent strokes, gently grazing through my labia and brushing the sides of my clit, again and again. I whimpered as my clit swelled and my hips pushed forward for a better angle. He stroked my clit- his thumb resting above it, and his index and middle finger dipping lower through the lips of my pussy. Then together again, his thumb and other two fingers meeting at my clit. Stroking it as if it were a cock. Stroking up, causing me to gasp and shake, and back down again, sending the sensation down my legs. His fingers manipulating my cunt like he was jerking his own cock. Slowly, torturously. Raising the degrees of my hunger.

- Bad Bad Girl

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How Mina Got Her Stripes

Suddenly, a flash of red, pressed against her neck. She recognized it instantly to be her riding crop. She relaxed slightly, knowing that it was no stranger that crept up behind her, but her Dominant, her Amorphous. This caused her to chuckle, more out of relief than anything else.

With water still running, Amorphous hisses in her ears . . . "Stop what you are doing."

Mina stops and puts the dish back in the sink and the sponge on the ledge. In her mind she is thinking, "My God, I didn't hear or see him at all!"

- At Longing's End

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Sex Begets Sex - Again

I'm so glad my husband didn't allow me to be lazy. Post orgasms, laying panting on the bed, I discovered that I didn't really want to wait another day for sex. Plus, even though we have been married three years and together more than four, it's always such a huge compliment when he makes it so crystal clear that he wants me. Intellectually I know he desires me sexually, but it's a message I never get tired of hearing.

- Dirty. Filthy. Princess.

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See also: Sugasm #98: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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