There may be no place like home, but that doesn’t mean you have to give in to that nesting instinct all the time. The writers of in today’s collection of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week give a sexy shout-out to bars, hotels, brothels, and airports. With so many places to come, you may never want to go home again.
Pack your bag and indulge your wanderlust (especially the lust part) with Chelsea Girl after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl
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By the time we arrived at the Bowery, I was piss wasted. Literally.
“I’ve got to pee,” I announced.
“Really?” asked John with sudden interest.
“You think anyone would care if I just … pissed on the stage?” I asked, longing to release a burning stream while everyone watched.
“I’m pretty sure I would applaud.” I could see him getting hard through his jeans. “In fact, I’ll take a private show later. But not here; you might get arrested.”
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Chimeras on Friday
Once in our room, we strip down, crank up the air conditioner, and lay out the toys. We’re in the mood for some serious teasing and denial and some overdue cunnilingus. But first, my little penis and balls get hooked up to the Eros Tek power box. Em leans back with the remote trigger in hand and tells me to shut up and get to work.
One of the pleasures of being in a long term, happy relationship is the lack of pressure you feel about pleasing your partner. Sure, Em intends to zap me now and then if I lose focus. That’s part of the fun for her and the fun fear factor for me.
- Mrs. Kelly’s Playhouse
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Sex and Money
We moved on to the fourth room, which was the Brothel. We had lots of money and we wanted to buy a whore or two to please us sexually. There were male and female whores selling themselves. We looked around and we both chose the same man. He was a young and beautiful transman – tall and slender with long blond hair. He sported a nice sized strap-on cock. We approached him. “How much for you to fuck?” He told us 200 for vaginal, 300 for anal. Well, he certainly was affordable! “OK, I want you to fuck my girlfriend and if I like what I see, I want you to fuck me, too.”
- Lolita’s Predictions and Predilections
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He comes back in and eyes me, smiling. I direct him to the bed and he looks intrigued. Sitting him down, I grasp his wrist and lay the rope around it, slowly building a wide wrist cuff, which I tie off before guiding the excess rope behind his back and to his other wrist. I don’t have quite as much rope so the cuff is slightly smaller but just as secure. He looks at me and his eyes seem confused and complacent. It’s a look I know well – it’s a challenge. He wants to be bound some more; he wants to feel wholly restrained – but yet, he’s resistant.
- The Red Sneaker Diaries
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The Weekend, Part 1
Finally i walked up to the man in the black suit and said softly, “i think you might be waiting for me.” i was looking at the ground, inspecting it for a crack that i could beg to open up and swallow me when he said in a warm voice, “Then you must be miss brooke.” Dang. He really was there for me. i shook my head indicating that yes i was and he took my bag from me and said, “Mr. _____ was delayed so I will be driving you to the house. He said to make sure you call Him from the car.” i nodded again and then followed him dutifully out of the airport to the limo. As soon as he shut the door behind me my eyes filled with tears…partly from humiliation, but mostly from disappointment. i wanted my Master to be there to greet me. i had imagined it repeatedly over the past week and not once did i imagine a large, beefy man in a black suit holding up a sign that said, ‘slut’ across it in bold, capital letters.
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tippi’s first task
She felt so warm and soft and smelled so good that I soon corked off, only to be awakened a few minutes later by the feel of her wet tongue snaking up and down the crack of my ass. I felt her pry my cheeks apart and then felt the tip of her amazingly talented tongue pressing against my anus, trying to force its way past my sphincter. Unfortunately the sphincter won, but undaunted she dropped down a bit and began to lick my scrotum, sucking the loose flesh into her mouth and letting it slip out between her teeth. I would have cautioned her against biting but she seemed to need no instruction.
- The Journal of an Insecure Dominant
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See also: Sugasm #95: The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive