Sex Blog Roundup: Hot Enough For You?

July 10, 2007
JONNO

We don't know what the weather is like where you are, but things are pretty steamy in Fleshbot's New York City bureau—and not in the good way. But we're trying to make the best of it—you know that saying about lemons and lemonade and what you're supposed to do with them? If the writers in today's roundup of some our favorite sex writing on the interweb this week are any indication, there are plenty of creative ways to make the best of any sticky situation: whether they're being confounded by too many body parts in a bed, the bright and shiny world of a sex club, the classic "Not Tonight, Dear" sex refusal, or the conundrum of an over-hard erection, they all manage to accenuate the positive, eliminate the negative, and say "Fuck me, please" to Mr. In-Between.

Grab that squeezer and a big ol' packet of Splenda and beat the heat with Chelsea Girl after the break.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Apollo Sandwich

Taking advantage of my freedom to move around, I sat at the end of the bed, behind Apollo, and watched from beneath as he slid deeply inside her, then pulled out a little way in order to push in again. I watched his balls tightening and releasing, the slipperiness on his shaft and the condom, the clenching of the walls of Demeter's cunt around him. Unable to resist, I added a finger to the underside of his cock, slipping in and out of her cunt with him, reveling in her wetness, his hardness, the connection of the two.

- Curvaceous Dee

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On Your Knees, Slut

I don't mind. In fact, having my face fucked further fuels that ball of joy radiating from my pussy. It pushes me over the edge. It sets free the bliss.

When that happens I'm wilder than ever. I'm moaning in ecstasy, I'm licking and stroking and pumping your cock. The superwhore is released. I hold on as long as I can.

Finally I can't take it anymore. I must let go of your cock. I catch my breath. I howl.

- Dirty, Filthy Princess

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Too Hard?

For us it depends on what we're doing. SMW loves to suck my cock and of course I love for her to do it, anytime at all. She prides herself on having learned to deep throat me. But there are times when she tells me she can't because "your dick is too hard". She tells me that usally after she's beens sucking licking and slurping for about 10 minutes and can no longer wrap her lips around the base of my shaft. So it's hard for me to be concerned about it at the time, and since she gets me off anyway I always forget about it.

- A Sexy Marriage

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I Love Being Proven Wrong!

When we went through the doors into the back area, the first big difference was, again, a much bigger crowd, and a much higher energy level. We started to walk around, and then Rusty noticed a door that we had somehow missed before. I don't know how we missed it last time, but we did; and it led to a very large area (about the same size as what we had thought was the entirety of the Naked Area) with three hot tubs, a pool, another bar, several beach futon thingies, and two semi-private beds.
And there was fucking.

- Being Amber Rhea

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Make Up Sex

Well, to make short of a long story, the evening became hectic and it became later and later. I know she doesn't prefer late night sex, but when we finally did retire, my Roman hands started to wander up her short nightie: First, her shoulders and back; then her ass. I do love her ass. I wandered up to her breasts and told her I still wouldn't mind that blowjob. I got a response clearly indicating her lack of interest: Well, she told me flat out, "not tonight." And she reminded me that tomorrow doesn't look good either because our son has a baseball game in the evening. Not exactly music to my ears, I must admit. We exchanged good nights, and I rolled over to sleep.
About an hour later, I was still marginally awake. Evidently, so was she. When I felt her fondling my cock, I rolled onto my back to give her better access. I was still pretty horny and was hard in an instant. She didn't even ask. She slid under the sheets and started sucking my cock.

- My Favourite Life

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The Sweet Talk...Sell Job

This was how he ended up, this muse of mine. Before this he had been standing with his arms very firmly crossed over his chest. The chains he ended up in aren't heavy and they look like he could just pull out of them. Trust me on this. He couldn't.

He was unhappy, my muse. He has enjoyed being the main "boy" in the stable. The new boy, Jacob, hasn't really threatened him in any significant way. He likes him even. Evan knows what he is good at, what we like to do together, both in and out of bed, and he has been comfortable, cocky even, about his status.

- Ambient Storm's Provocative Persiflage

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