Once someone is under your skin, it's hard to be cool. Before you know it, you may be longing fitfully for that lover you pigeonholed as a fuck buddy, or allowing jealousy to chase away the one you most want. You might tumble head-over-heels: some of the bloggers in today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web even fall for one another via their online personas, never having met in real life. (And when the passion is gone, it's really gone.)
Don't keep Jefferson waiting after the jump. There's no telling what he might do.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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Chapter Three: Return of Serve
This is one of those moments. Those decisive moments. Where you have to weigh up what you know is a good idea with what you fear.
A date.
If I read the 'challenge' right, I've been invited on a date. By a guy. I've been invited on my first guy-date.
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And, now when I think of you, and the first time I will get to look in your eyes, I don't just think about the sex. Oh, I think of that too. I certainly daydream of the warmth of your skin, your masculine scent and your weight on my body. But, I think of so much more. I think of the connection we will feel. I think of how your words will feel as they vibrate and tickle my ears, how your eyes will lock on mine, how your smile will warm my heart.
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In the last hour
I only thought about you
thirteen
and a half
times
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You Know You're Mindfucked When ...
... you notice and delight in the charming minutiae about him. The way he spells Baby with a capital B in his texts. The way the freckles are sprinkled like party confetti over his back. The way his thighs involuntarily shudder when you run your fingers up his spine as he's sleeping. The way he pokes his head round the shower curtain to watch you pee.
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However, there is another side to fetishdom that isn't always considered, or acknowledged. Reality. And here, I speak specifically of the hotwife-cuckold fetish, since I am not experienced or equipped to write of any other.
When I say Henry gets jealous, I mean that he really gets jealous. Bang around the house, slamming off the walls, steam escaping pressure-cooker-like from his ears insanely jealous.
- The Erotic Journal of Juno Henry
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As always, our conversations turn to us. Is it bad that it makes me happy to hear that he wishes he'd done things differently? That he wishes he would've proposed or that he would've let me know what I meant to him . . . That he misses me and he wishes I was still part of his life . . . I love hearing those things. I'm not sure why, but I just love it. I have no desire to get back together with him, but I love hearing him say these things, like he realizes the mistake he's made.
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