Sex Blog Roundup: Mad Skills

Maybe your idea of heaven is a harem of seventy-two virgins, but the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week value the mad skills that can only come from experience. It takes ingenuity to tickle a straight man's shy bum or to avoid a clumsy massage, and perseverance when screwing a cutie with all the finesse of a dead fish. Sometimes you learn as you go, whether trying to fake attraction or (even more daunting) settling into a routine of domestic bliss.

Bulk up your curriculum vitae with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Synchronassity
I whispered how hot it made me to taste his sweat and his cock surged even harder against my belly as I stood on my tippy-toes to reach his neck. He walked me backwards onto the bed and I scooted back, propping myself up on my elbows as he followed me on his knees. He fed me his cock and all that, and then he kept moving forward, inch by inch.

At a point, I thought, "Does he want me to lick his ass?" And then, "OMG, he totally wants me to lick his ass!

Ah-hah! The CEO likes it when girls play with his bum! How happy did this make me? Very happy, indeed.
- Sugar Baby Weekly

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Let's Go Slow. Let's Go Fast.
The best Tops are those who have had the experience bottoming. I've read that over and over. But I didn't have any desire to see Jack bottom for Claudine. I couldn't stand the thought of her in charge of him, of her hurting him. And yet, though I couldn't stand it, I could already visualize the picture. A belt in her hand? No. It wouldn't be a belt. The stupid fucking slapper she used on Sylvain? No. Jack would require a special device--a quirt? A crop? A cane?
- Trollop With a Laptop

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Who Knew Sex Work Could Be So Lame Sometimes?
Mike was fond of oil. I told him, right at the offset, to please go easy with the oil. Muggles who have not been to massage school do not realize that massage oil is a tool, not salad dressing for the too-wilty lettuce you decide to use because it's the last thing in the refrigerator. "Of course, of course," he said, and then proceeded to bathe me in the slick stuff. Within moments, his slimy, oozing hand was making its way between my legs, in spite of previous promises to "not do anything" down there.

"How does that feel?" he asked, as I attempted to slither away.

"Um, oily. Really oily. Really, um, just oily and, um, oily." I sat up. "It's not the nicest feeling in the world."
- The Magic of Touch

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Mutual Distraction
It wasn't a requirement that I be sexually attracted to my clients, but part of the joy of the Internet was that I could afford to be selective. If I didn't like the look of somebody, I could make them disappear with just a click of the mouse. Since my standards are a bit quirky, that power of choice didn't translate to a bunch of hot, young studs, but it did mean that I didn't have to have sex with anyone totally gruesome. But now that this guy was standing in front of me looking nothing like how I expected him to look, there was no delete button in sight. It's possible in my sexual universe for someone to be so unattractive it comes back around to sexy, so I decided to think of him in those terms. Maybe I could get into the "dirty old man ravaging my nubile young body" angle of the whole thing.
- College Call Girl

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Domestic Bliss
I love being a guy sometimes. I love waking up in the morning and feeling my cock grow hard. I love having a sexy, naked, freckled girl next to me. I love being able to simply roll over and press my chest against her lovely back, my cock against her delicious bottom, my lips to her sensitive neck. I love the simple joy that brings.
- Handsome, White Boy's Blues

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Traveling John
When things were opened up, I wanted to change position. She knew it when I let go of her and wanted to get up. But she hold me tight, not letting me go. Sometimes it's too bad to be nice. She took me for granted. I felt like I was a student on vacation trying the john thing. She wouldn't let me change position. She kept me on top without saying a word, just pulling me back. But now I think that she liked it.
- The Player

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See also: Sugasm #91: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

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