They don't call it "getting lucky" for nothing—in today's hectic world it can take a mystical confluence of events to create those magic sexy moments ... and once they happen, they never last long enough. In an effort to capture those fleeting laundry-room fucks, chance meetings in airports and hotel rooms, and extra steamy showers, we've gathered some of ur favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week by a bunch of writers who know how to strike when the iron is, as they say, hot.
Grap your rabbit's foot and join that lucky bitch Chelsea Girl after the break.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl
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It was October of 2002. Kathleen and I were about to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary, and we were planning to take a week-long trip -- just the two of us, away from our children -- to the island of Maui. Roughly a week before we were due to depart, I received a phone call at work from Kathleen. After the usual banalities, Kathleen said the most unusual thing she has ever said to me in our 15 years of marriage: "I'm horny."
- Living with Lopsided Libidos
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"Hmmm," I said, staring at his mouth, at the way his lips curved when he said fuck. Oh yeah, fuck! SHE trilled in response. He didn't notice my abstract mindedness, and just kept talking. "I was all over him on the road, didn't let him go," he continued. Hells yeah, you can be all over me you sexy, foine ass thing you, SHE continued. I tried to focus, I really did, but I felt like I was having two conversations in one and I found the more he talked the less I could focus. Mmmm, those lips, I want them all over me, stop talking and come to mama!
- Confessions of a Platinum Pussy
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Have you ever found yourself in a position, where you had absolutely no idea how you got there, what was going to happen, yet you know, you do not want to miss even an instant of what is to come (cum?)?
This is exactly how I felt as my mouth locked upon Miranda's purging tool, and my face rode her pelvic thrusting like a roller coaster. My hand, cupping her bouncing balls, could feel the muscle spasm starting, and I felt myself salivate at what I was about to do.
- M
nage a Trois
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"Which one should I try?" I say to Ella as we lie in a big hotel bed in a quiet Victorian room, the gas-flue fireplace roaring in the distance. "The sleeve, or the ass?"
Ella doesn't have much to say about this. She's just waiting for the show. But we both decide on the showier toy, the ass-in-a-tube, the ass (fake ass). I reach over to the nightstand and pick up the package.
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Arm around her shoulders, fingers carelessly wandering around her thigh, I asked about her pussy. What had she done for me this time? Shaved, waxed, trimmed the hair into my initials?
"Why don't you take a look for yourself?"
Her hand was cupped over the bulge on the front of my trousers. Mine was working its way up the inside of her thigh.
- MonMouth
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Snapshots, Real and Imagined, No. 15
I put her up against the wall, feet back, her weight forward, arms folded, head resting on her arms. I lift her skirt and tuck the hem into the waistband. I pull her knickers half-way down to her knees. I stand very close and take her hair in my hand, twisting it sharply. She gasps.
'Now then,' I say, 'it's time to hear your confession.'
'Confession?' she says helplessly.
- Confessions of an English Gentleman
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I told Penelope I was going to take a shower, and gave her a look that was anything but subtle. She declined the offer, though, so I headed upstairs with reluctant thoughts of entertaining myself. After I was stripped down and enjoying the steamy hot water, though, she came into the bathroom and said she had changed her mind. I wasn't going to question why.
Once she was inside the shower with me, I looked her up and down and savored the view of her incredible body...
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