To help everyone properly celebrate today's Global Orgasm For Peace, we're in it for the money shots in this roundup of some of our favorite recent sex writing on the interweb. Whether they describe their experiences in wet messy prose or demure shuddering allusions, today's bloggers splatter and splash their way into our hearts (and all over our sheets). So grab your horny spouse or that nasty twink at the orgy and let's all give it up for the cosmos!
Not yet ... closer ... don't stop . . . yes, God, now with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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Last night I went to a sex party.
The host had invited me several times this year, but I've always backed out at the last moment. Truth be told, I've never been one for sex parties. In theory, they sound promising. But the logistics involved are the same as having a three way, magnified by the number of dudes attending.
But I've developed a taste for fucking used holes, so I figured I'd give it a go.
- The Things They Say About Him
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As soon as we walked into her apartment she turned and grabbed my shirt . . . she pulled me close and thrust her tongue into my mouth . . . just as quickly, she pushed me away and laughed playfully . . .
Come on, I'll give you a tour of the House Of Serenity . . .
- Something in Hand is Better Than . . .
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Your body spent wraps around mine, holding me tight in reality as my hands play an instrument that drives me to fantasy. Your lips suck at my neck, my ears, as the buzz starts between my legs. I don't want you to watch me, I want your accompaniment, I want you to help orchestrate this orgasm.
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The Introduction of Hipster Boy
During the reckless years of ages eighteen-twenty, the sex, while sometimes good by accident, was mostly not about me. The boys came and my job was done. I learned to give amazing blowjobs. They often saved me from unprotected sex and made me more memorable than most drunk chicks.
- Confessions from an Unmanageable Life
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Transformative and Healing Rough Sex for His Birthday
I dove under the covers to suck his dick again. I fucked him with my mouth. I want you to tell me what to do, I said. Would you do that for me?
Yes, he said.
Could you tell me sort of aggressively? I asked.
Yes, he said.
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T rolled to face me and said, "I can't believe you're here. Actually, I can't believe that the guys AREN'T here." They always joked that they'd never be farther away than the nearest television with a game on. We knew they really meant they'd have the game on only loud enough to make us think they were watching, while their ears were to the door of our room.
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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive