"Words, words, words" despaired Hamlet just before Ophelia dropped to her knees to blow him. (Anyway, that's the way we remember it.) A rose may be a rose by any other name, but the phrase "I'm going to fuck you now" is music to our ears no matter the language. This week's compendium of the best sex writing on the Web celebrates the power of language. From firm commands, to gentle inquiries or encomiums to the callipygous, you'll find something to expand your vocabulary...if not other, more tangible, parts.
Decide which is mightier—the pen(is) or the sword—with Chelsea Girl after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl
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I guided a second finger in to join the first, sitting up and stroking him with my free hand, glancing to my side and gauging how long it would take me to slip the chrome bullet vibe, already wrapped in a condom, into his ass.
I replaced my hand on his shaft with my mouth and reached for the vibrator, holding it still against his hole and easing it in on an oustroke of my fingers. I pushed it up to the right spot and tossed the inside-out glove into the bin. His cock was throbbing in my mouth and he had a half-blissed smile. I took another condom and rolled it on, saying, "I'm going to fuck you now."
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'When I come,' he says, 'don't swallow. And don't spill a drop. Just hold it there.'
Before long she feels the thick, warm semen spurt. She keeps her lips wrapped firmly round his cock, holding it all in. When every last drop has come forth, he withdraws carefully.
'Show me,' he says.
- Confessions of an English Gentleman
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"I'm going to fuck you to bits."
She shifts so that she can kiss the top of his head.
"I should damn well hope so. And i believe you've started as you mean to go on."
He holds her to him tightly, kissing her hard, one hand pinching her nipple firmly, the other deep between her labia.
- The Erotic Journal of Juno Henry
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I stop now. I tell her to see how wet she is. She keeps refusing. I tell her that if she continues to refuse such a simple fucking request that's entirely harmless then I'm going to quit staring at her lips longingly and.. Now I give her a crushing kiss. She's panting heavily, not sure what I'm going to do or when I'm going to do it which surprises me because I find myself predictable. I tell her I'm going to ask again and if I get refused then I'm going to go beyond fantasizing about her sucking me and not so much ask that she suck my cock as fuck her mouth while I hold her by the hair. She moans a little, she doesn't do what I tell her to.
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"I loved your description on IM of what you'd do to me," she almost panted, "my panties were wet and I had to get into my car straight away and come across."
I allowed a small smile to grow onto my face, then grabbed her clothes, roughly removing them and then pushing her naked body backwards onto the bed.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and watched me undress myself, my semi hard cock already knew what was coming.
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"I shall write an ode to your bum!" I proclaimed one night. (I was drinking hot toddies; it came out a bit like "Ishil ritanode toyer BUM!")
May looked at me, an adorable mixture of bemusement and self consciousness. "Uh huh, sweetie. That would be weird, but you write whatever you want. Maybe you should sit down?"
What is there to say about May's bum?
I call it a bum quite consciously. It has none of the adolescent sniggering of a butt; only a smattering of the gritty sex appeal of an ass. It is rounded, very soft, and exceedingly cute. It is a bum if ever I saw one.
- A Place to Draw Blood Laughing
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See also: Sugasm #93: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive