Sex Blog Roundup: Business As Usual

They fuck and get fucked, raise the whip high and even sweep up now and then ... all in a day's work in the skin biz. Perusing some of our favorite moments in the sex blog scene this week, we drop a few bills with sex workers as they dangle from poles, clerk the porn shop, crush on a roommate and now and then wonder: how do I work this?

Cash in with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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You're Eighteen. Go.

You don't realize that you're kinky. You just realize that your boyfriends think you're weird.

You start to seek out other weird people. It seems too lonely an existence to be weird by yourself. After all, you're eighteen and angsty.

At some point people offer you a role in their fantasies, and you find most of them are pleasant, if not thrilling. You like being dressed up in pretty things, and being dressed down in grubby ones, and even being naked. You like getting spanked and you like biting people. You like the ridiculous erotica. It's all interesting, really.

- Dominatrix Next Door

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Ennui

You can barely speak to him, so intimidated are you by his undiluted maleness. Because of this, he thinks of you as a little odd--you imagine him re-thinking his decision to choose you as a roommate-- but warms to your company considerably one night after you confess after a couple joints where you really spent your evenings, establishing yourself as a fellow freak.

- Diary of a Peepshow Girl

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Join the Club, Part II

I have always been turned on by the extreme, the unusual, and the singularly dirty. But no matter how hard I claw the sheets fantasizing about multiple partners alone with my silver bullet vibrator, I inevitably chicken out when it comes right down to real-life encounters. Soberly approaching an unusual sexual experience, my stomach flips around like a young girl on the monkey bars, my breath gets short, and my bowels turn over, until I'm feeling more nauseous than aroused. In my personal life, this is the moment when I can turn around and spend the day watching America's Next Top Model reruns on the couch. But in my professional life, I'm forced to work through the discomfort and make myself press forward like a young professional invited to a boring party with a lot of networking potential.

- Confessions of a College Callgirl

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Distraction Without Traction

Tonight, on this episode of "Riled America" we shall explore the most common evasion technique of the chapped-ass porn-store grazer when confronted by a predator; the fast-talk. Also known as pulling anything that seems even half-way plausible to their oxygen deprived neurons out of their ass in the hopes of avoiding the wrath descending upon their tender heads, it is most heavily employed technique in their arsenal.

- Cast Upon The Thorns

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Nastiness

I'm wary of trying to sound like an expert on the subject of lap dancing clubs (I've worked at three but I've never lasted more than a month or so at each so my experience is hardly extensive) but it really is a whole different kind of job from the stripping I'm used to; it's not just more stressful, it's also really depressing. After working a few nights at one of these clubs, I fully understand why a lot of strippers want to get the hell out of the industry before it ruins their lives.

- Dive Bar Dancer

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Contradictions in Coitus

My sexual range is a little more, ah, porn-star than it was a couple of years ago, and although one would assume that most gay boys out there do watch a fair amount of graphic sex, fantasize about it, dream about getting shoved about and ravaged, might not the average university student be a little taken aback if you were to say, passionately eat him out for an extended period of time?

- Note for Rent

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See also: Sugasm #88: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)

Thumbnail: Gauge's Lap Dance (TGP/preview gallery @ nshoneys.com via Ask Jolene)

Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive