Sex Blog Roundup: Boys Will Be Boys

Despite the title of today's roundup of some of our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene, it's hard to say exactly what kind of boys the boys will be like: if you think the good ones are all taken, prepare to have your heart panged by men devoted to their lucky gals; if the bad boys lure you, beware the cads who will make you regret the night you will never recall without a smile; and steel your heart before you fall hard for the bisexual intellectual or the sissy who shares his wife's shoe size.

Meet Jefferson in the boy's room after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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Take the Good and the Bad

One night last weekend, the wife went and surprised me. I walk out of the bathroom after my shower, and she is lying on the bed, facing the door, knees drawn, legs spread, and her shirt pushed up and playing with her breasts. I fall to my knees to give thanks and worship at the altar of her divine femininity. Hokey? Perhaps. Ecstatic? Damn skippy.

- Wanton Maleness

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Woody . . . Well, in the Filmmaker Sense

Today, as my partner lay lazing on the couch, I gently removed her jeans and underpants down to her calves. I dipped my tongue into her cunt (her preferred term, we call them cunts and cocks, having recently decided pussy was to be replaced by cunt), as my tongue swum down the crevice of her cunt, I let it wriggle down her hole, and she bumpered her arse against my face pushing my tongue further down, and for a moment I forgot about my hands, so I thought to let them glide over her buttocks. My god her buttocks looked amazing, I thought to myself what makes these mounds of flesh so enticing? They appeared to me like magical bubbles, and although I knew that I was looking at an arse, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by their curvature, and definition, and that whoever the genius was who was making these things up in god's factory, I hope they got a raise. I know I did.

- Rated (R)upert

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Rest at Last

Her body is warm,
Soft, yet so hard.
I try to resist,
I have to touch her.
Her breast so full and soft,
Her nipple hardens.
I hear her moan,
She awakens to hear,
Her Tiger moan.

- Let Loose a Little

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Little Miss Sunshine

We also looked at a dress for me. It was soooo cute. Picture late 50's prom dress; It came down to just below the knee with a built in crinoline (nice and poofy), silky material, polka dots and a little pink bow. It would have been my very first brand new dress and it was on sale for half price ($50) and I wanted it soooo bad, but there was no way in hell I was going to fit into a size 10. Sigh. If it had fit I would have seriously consider wearing it to dinner. The restaurant has a formal dress code, I wonder what they would have done if I'd showed up in a dress.

- Sweat Shop Sissy

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My Girlfriend the Stripper, Part Three

Tracy laughed at the shocked look on my face. She threw her arms around me and gave me a big wet kiss. Then she started taking my clothes off. I helped. Soon I was naked. As it turns out, she had a comfy armchair in the room. She told me to sit right there.

It's a strange feeling to be naked in a room with a fully dressed woman. I guess that's how strippers feel when they're working.

- Erotischism

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The Perplexity of Fantasies While in Denial

One of my big fantasies took place on a beach. I'd be lying there, sunbathing. Eyes closed and all innocent. Then I'd suddenly find myself completely surrounded by a group of hot random guys (obviously at the time I didn't know they were hot). They would then hold me down; pull off my shorts. Then pull down their shorts. I wouldn't struggle, but it was clear I didn't have a choice in this. They would hold themselves and grow erect. They would stroke. Then I'd be blindfolded.

- Bi Journey

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