This was not a good week for The New York Times. The week began suddenly on Sunday, when Public Editor Clark Hoyt blasted the Gray Lady for its McCain article from the previous week. Then, pretty much for the rest…
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There are some things you always tell yourself you just won’t do, ever … that is, until you find yourself doing them. Today’s roundup of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week finds our intrepid writers facing down their boundaries as they screw their co-workers, smack their lovers around on request, or stroke their strap-on dicks in a circle jerk. And while not pick up a new lover while you’re at it, or pack a pair of handcuffs in your suitcase on your next trip?
Make an exception to the rule with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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Color me a shade of sleazy indiscretion.
After work, I went to the Algonquin Hotel’s notorious (read: famously expensive) Blue Room and downed three Brandy Alexanders and a beer with my co-worker Ernie. Next thing I knew, I was letting him into my apartment and being commanded to strip.
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Cumming With Your Strap-On Cock
I couldn’t tell you how it began - I think a cute little red headed woman with glasses a few seats away announced that she was exhibitionistic enough to join in as she pulled a red leather harness from her hand bag. The next think you knew, there were a few other women who pulled out harnesses as well. Ms. Danger got up and prepared one of the provided dildos with countless condoms and a small bundle of cotton balls (a clit nub, for grinding), just as we’d been shown earlier in the workshop. I shrugged and pulled out my feeldoe and harness, pulling down my pants to place to feeldoe and strap it into place.
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She Drove A Plymouth Satellite/Faster Than The Speed Of Light
I heard her muffled voice call out from inside, “Come in.” I opened the door and stepped inside. Her apartment was dimly lit, one lamp giving off a faint orange glow. Lingering in the air was the pleasant smell of apples and spices, almost like the little packets of oatmeal I ate when I was in grade school. I started to call out to Claire when I spied a note sitting on the table beside the lamp.
“Take off all of your clothes. Put on this blindfold. Briefly ring the bell ONCE. Wait.”
Oh, the irony of spending so much time getting dressed.
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There’s Sucking . . . And Then There’s Sucking
We got reacquainted with each other just inside the front door, kissing and pressing with a familiar blend of urgency and leisure.
“And here I just came for a hug,” I said, feeling him slide his hand up my back.
“Awfully long way to come for just a hug.” A deft snap, and my bra was undone.
“True.” I leaned against the wall as he lifted my shirt and bra.
“Look at those perfect triple Ds,” he sighed, and guided my hand to his cock.
Yeah, it was going to be one of those nights. Not what I’d planned, but: Yay!
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We ran around surveying our room like a couple of kids, jumping on the bed and looking at the free coffee and turning the TV on and off . . .
It felt so good to be free of the prying eyes of our close social circle.
We fell, tired, onto the couch.
“What do you want to do?”
I just gave him a raised eyebrow. He reached into his suitcase and I heard the clank of metal against metal.
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He lay down beside me and rested his body half across mine. His hands roamed my body.
“Fight me.”
“What?” I whispered.
“Fight me pixie, fight me. I want you to.”
“No..no, I can’t fight you, I don’t want to. It doesn’t feel right.” In my mind fighting him was unnatural. It went against all he had taught me, all I knew was expected of me. I wanted him to do to me whatever he wanted to do to me. I didn’t like to struggle.
He smacked my face..hard once and then again.
“Obey me. I said fight me.”
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See also: Sugasm #120: The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
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