Sometimes, life takes an unexpected turn. Who knew that nice couple made dirty home movies, or that your boyfriend would be eager to have you discuss your shared sex life ... with his wife? Now and then, you just have to be ready for surprises; you never know when you might notice the neighbors watching, or find yourself enjoying the new john.
Be ready to roll with the punches with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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They called while I was vegging out, unwaxed and unflatironed, in front of BBCAmerica. I had to jump up from the couch and slather my crotch in Nair No-Touch Mousse. Jason lives quite far away, so I really had to get a move on. Somehow, I managed to Nair, shave my legs, flat iron, put on my makeup and ferret out a car service in time. When I arrived at his condo, I was pleasantly surprised: this was not the gigantically fat and pasty client I had been dreading all the way there.
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I look through the toy box beside me. There are so many nice looking toys. Dildos of all sizes and colors. I find an interesting Rosebud butt plug. It's shiny metal with a sparkling jewel on the outside end. I think that will look nice on camera.
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As I approach your desk, I silently take my shirt off, then slide my pants down my legs. Your hand stops its movement on the paper, and I know you've realized I'm here. Whether it was a sound that set you off, or the smell of me, I'll never know. You look up, just as I reach your desk, and you see me standing there in my bra and panties.
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'The neighbors just got home and they are out on their back porch,' he whispered into my ear. 'See?' He commanded me to look up (I'd been staring absent-mindedly at the reflection of the moon in the pool). Oh, God, there they were, just two houses over, and here I was bathed in moonlight and stillness, bent over the back of a pool chair, waiting to get my ass whipped again.
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Martin put Rita on the phone the other night. She said, 'I hear you had a wonderful time with Martin in Long Island City.' Talking about this with her was extremely uncomfortable for me. Yes, I'd had an amazingly romantic evening with her husband. Somehow, I feel entirely different about having hot and nasty sex with him. That feels ok, but when we have a romantic evening I feel guilty. Does she realize what's developing between the two of us? I wonder.
Sex in the City--The Real Version
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For guys, they're objects of primal allure, possessing a magnetic appeal. We dream about them, hoping in every hour of the day to see some. What am I blatting on about? Why, nipples of course.
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