Things may be peachy in your patch of green, but doesn't the grass often look a little more inviting elsewhere? Get your green thumb all dirty as we reap the best sex writing on the web this week to find a contented man newly aware of missed opportunities, a woman who senses unanticipated potential in a fuckbuddy, and unexpected encounters with hunks and Hulks.
Peek over the garden gate with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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Seeing the world through sex-tinted glasses is good fun, if nothing else.
But it's unsettling when things suddenly click.
It's unsettling when your friend tells you that while you were fetching the beers, the girl you were innocently chatting with hastily explained she was in an open relationship and requested stats on your availability. Because that's how I imagine the world, not how I expect it to be.
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If I want my pussy licked by Gas Station Guy and I don't want to suck him off, does that make me selfish?
Maybe slightly, but I like to think of it more as my rules for men I am not dating.
I don't mess around for good reason. I am a horny little bastard and I would fuck everything that walked unless I put some restraints on myself. If I chose to throw the rules out the window then I know its cuz I really really really really really (did you get that? REALLY) want it.
That does not make me selfish.
Especially since Gas Station Guy knows the drill and still asks to eat me. I dont think I am being a horrible person if it works for us. It really is just between us, don't you think?
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Okay so, as my five or six regulars have likely gathered, I've had a fuckbuddy for a while now. In fact there's been some deliriously sublime sex.
The kind of sex I didn't believe in even.
The kind that my sister suggested might be my body trying to tell me something. Actually, she suggested that back when I dumped him the first time.
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One day I'm hanging about in my apartment, and the phone rings. I'm greeted by the tones of her wonderful voice.
Izabelle. Dear, dear Izabelle.
Lucky for her, I'm still naked because I've yet to properly start my day.
"I'm in bed," she says, a new approach to the few phone chats we've had. Before this moment, she'd first replied to my blog, and soon the words flowed out of us like an opened dam until hearing each other's voices became undeniable.
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I knew then and there I had to see this guy naked or at least in his underwear. I decided to pull a trick on this Adonis that I had pulled on a few other guys in the past. Sometimes it didn't work but others it did, so I decided to give it a try. He was pulling off his jacket as he asked me where he could hang it up. His chest was so broad. I could hardly believe it, but every muscle under his tight blue sweater was visible. I swallowed hard and pointed him to a hook to hang his jacket.
I decided if I was going to do it now was the time to try and get this stud out of his clothes. "Okay, I'll need you to strip down so we can get a proper fitting."
"Strip down for my fitting? I've never heard of that," said the Adonis as he flashed me a big smile.
"Well, it ensures a proper fitting," I lied.
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I've learned so much about myself from these men who made appearances in my life. And I don't have any sad feelings or regrets when I think about them.
And I thank you too for being part of my journey. No one tells you what it's like to grow up.. the hurt and the pain, building a life independent of your parents. Finding friends, a family of your own choosing.
The affair with MM ended months before our actual conclusion.
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See also: Sugasm #85: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive