Sex Blog Roundup: Spooky Sex Edition

Anyone who thinks sex isn't scary obviously never caught their parents humping. Today's roundup of some of our favorite sex writing on the web this week teems with thrills, chills, spills, and knife-wielding switch couples—things are going bump and grind in the night, and we're giving you daring readers both the tricks and the treats.

Open up your goody bag with Chelsea Girl, your mistress of the dark ... if you dare.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Haunted House of Bondage

The dead woman sucked Stewart's balls. Her lips were cold, but her mouth was so very hot. The bound man moaned when her cheek rubbed against his erection. The metal ring she had slipped around his cock prevented his ejaculation, and this was causing him to be far more sensitive then he could have ever imagined. He could barely stand the slightest touches, but his tormentor delighted in running her tongue all over him.

- Erotiterrorist

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Trick or Treat

Sian grinned at herself as she pulled the loosely knit shirt over her head, tugging it down over the steel boned corset. Looking in the mirror, she smiled as she saw the smooth creamy cleavage, her breasts pushed together by the unforgiving corset, swelling up through the fishnet webbing. Turning, she adjusted the short flared skirt, bending slightly so that she could see the flash of white thigh above the dark band of the sheer black stockings...

- Selkie's Salacious Scrawls

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Nights of Terror: Antiseptic

It had been another long day, and she was plenty tired. But she smiled and fed the cat, removed her shoes, her casual business attire skirt and blouse, and then slipped from her old, yellow-stained panties and bra. Naked now, she felt better and smiled for the first time all day. She smiled because she was finally naked, she hated the touch of clothes on her skin. And she smiled because she knew she owned one very special thing. And now was the time to get it out.

- The Secret Brain

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Like Kids in a Candy Store, Part II

My lover rolled me over in one deft move, left me lying beneath his heavy body with the sound of plastic candy bags crushing beneath us. Our Halloween shopping, the sweets that were supposed to later be the spoils of the neighborhood kids, was everywhere. Miniature chocolate bars and individually packaged sweets were in and out of their bags, spread all over the sofa bed we rolled around on and spilling onto the floor.

- Tara Tainton

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Neurosmitten

"So tell me, Lolita, what are your hard limits?"
"Wha...?"
I can't believe she is asking me this now. I am writhing and wanting. I am neurosmitten, that state of arousal where all I want to say is yes. Or, in this case, yes, ma'am.
"Your hard limits, Lolita."
"Um..." Words fail me.
"Like, can we do a cutting on you?"

- Lolita Wolf

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Tarts in Tartan, Part 1

But, I strive for authenticity, always. Costume for costume's sake feels artificial and icky, to me. A white vinyl mini-dress? Yes, it shows a lot of flesh, so that alone might be sexy, but it's not really playing nurse, now, is it? It's more like... stripper-nurse. For those who truly get hot and bothered over a nurse fantasy, I'm going to wager that the object of lust is in sensible heels and no-nonsense gray cotton, practical and efficient and ready to give a sponge bath or snap on a pair of latex gloves for any number of exams...

- The Libertine Wife

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