Sex Blog Roundup: Innovate And Fornicate

September 18, 2007
JONNO

They say that necessity is the mother of invention, but the writers of today's collection of some of our favorite recent sex writing on the interweb might say it's the motherfucking invention that really matters. You don't need a buxom blonde hopping out of a cake to make it a surprise party (not that there's anything wrong with the classics). If you want to start something new, all you need is a length of rope and a sturdy tree, a sedan and an exhibitionist wife, or a tasty selection of fruit to put in your, uh, basket.

Make like a light bulb and turn yourself on with the ever-inventive Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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An Early Fall

He found a tree that he liked and pressed me stomach first againt the bark. I heard him drop the bag at his feet. He didn't speak. I only heard the life of the woods and the swift unzipping of the bag. I heard him remove a rope from the bag and I whimpered as he wrapped it around my waist and then the tree I was holding on to. He lifted my shirt just enough to tie the rope around my waist and then he brought it around the bulk of the tree. The tree was large enough to where it would have been impossible for me to wrap my arms the entire way around. I wore khaki shorts and a white polo shirt. He pulled my shorts down and tossed them to the side and I stepped out of my sandals. I felt his hands at my waist and he lifted my shirt over my head. My toes curled into the crispy carpet of leftover summer benath my feet.

- PixiePie's Secrets

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Driving Topless

Poor Amy.
She really did think I'd feel sorry for her, driving topless. After all, it's her first reaction to any woman who is caught in a revealing situation. She's trying to understand the fun side of exhibitionism.
Yesterday, in line at Baskin Robbins, Amy made a nod to me and looked at the woman in line ahead of us.
"Exhibitionist?" she asked.
I looked. California blond, lovely body decorated with a tan and a couple of pretty tattoos, covered only by a miniskirt and a bikini top.
"Probably."

- 24/7

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My Checkered Past: The Earth Moves Under My Feet

One Saturday, when I had agreed to stay over for a second evening, Connie spent the afternoon binding me in different ways using a variety of materials and toys. At one point, I was bound in cuffs and chains in a forced kneeling position. Connie was dividing her time between torturing my nipples with an assortment of clamps, slapping my balls with a crop, and teasing my penis with a pinwheel up to but not including orgasm. I was going crazy with a need to cum and Connie was loving every minute of it, dipping her fingers into her cunt and letting me have a smell and taste by way of consolation.
Suddenly I noticed a soft rumbling and heard the tinkle of glassware. At first I thought that maybe I was imagining it, getting high from being strung out so long, but pretty quickly I knew that wasn't the case.

- Mrs. Kelly's Playhouse

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The Game

He sent me this note with my 'grocer list' attached:
I love your bottom, it's especially delicious and delectable. I really love it. Makes me want to dive on in, repeatedly! It's a delicacy to be savored, which I am, savoring. I could bury my whole self there, forever!
Here is what I want;
1 cucumber, size medium (a Japanese cucumber will work too, clean it thoroughly)
1 apple, size small
1 pear (Anjou, not Bosc or is it the other way around? Which is the hard one? get that one), size small
1 star fruit, size medium, without scale or wax
1 (minimum) Bing cherry, with stem? The bigger the better, more is merrier, the art of colors and competing shapes should do nicely.
1 (your choice)

- Desire X

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L-O-L-A, Lola

I get an IM from J letting us know that he and Lola would be up at our favorite place and needed the details on a first time visit. So with fortune smiling on us, we set a date to meet. Ahhh...the glorious tension. LOL. So last night arrived and we all met. After a quick tour of the facilities, we sat down for long overdue face-to-face introductions. We talked and drank and danced and talked some more. It was nice. Very nice.
But down to business! We all went upstairs to a room and got naked. Sounds obvious, right? But then the giggling started. I don't know what it is about two naked girls sandwiched on a bed between naked guys, but the ladies started giggling. Odd.

- We Are the People Your Parents Warned You About

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Threesomes Continued-Power and Sharing One's Toys

Feeling her eagerness and excitement as we watched, seeing his eyes close and his head fall back onto the bed as Marie took his cock into her mouth- I was struck by the sacredness in that room. We'd lit no candles or incense, we were in a holiday inn, not forest or ritual space, and we'd sung no songs or chants or other incantations- but watching them, feeling Emma curled up against me and stroking my back, hearing Rachel's breathing getting quicker and heavier as she watched, entranced, that night was as sacred as Easter morning.
But we weren't there just to watch. Nothing was set in stone, but there something of a plan for the evening- a possible fantasy to live out, should we all feel comfortable going there.

- Sexual Spiritualist

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