Sex Blog Roundup: Words, Words, Words

Fuck. Pussy. Cock. Cum. Slut. They're just words, after all, and sex by any other name would be still be as sweet. So why do they have such power? Still, sometimes words just get in tho way, and today's Sex Blog Roundup also speaks the international language of love: sighs, moans, slaps, slurps and squeaks. No matter your native tongue, you'll find something you want to wrap your mouth around in today's selection of bloggers writing about everything from phone sex to analingus etymology. (Why do they call it "tossing the salad" anyway?)

Leave your dictionary behind and join your lexicographical tempstress Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Cock

"Say it slut."

"Mr Stern, will you please come on my face?" The words do not flow easily. I struggle with each syllable but force myself to string them together.

"Beg for it, you fucking cumslut."

- Journey into Submission

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Matrix Sex

She wasn't a screamer. She wasn't a moaner. She was a cringer. She'd pant, thrash around and then her whole face would cringe and squish up like she was a child waiting to be pricked by a doctor's needle. And she'd hold her breath, It was like she was trying to capture the orgasm and hold it in. She held it, her body frozen except for her pussy trying to grab at the toy I was thrusting in and out of her. These little squeaking sounds slipped through her clenched jaw until finally she exhaled with this mixture of grunts and gasps as if she was surfacing water after being held under for a long time. And her juices then poured out of her and immediately began to soak the sheets.

- Unfettered Cravings

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Gently, My Darling

I smile as your warm hand connects with me, tenderly smoothing away the errant hairs that fall about my face, as you caress me in waves...and we are breathing in time, our bodies harmonising with each touch. The warmth of your fingers flows down my neck, relaxing tense shoulders, snaking along my spine...down and down...flowing and relaxing me, and it takes me a few moments to realize that your massage has lengthened to reverently cherish the parts of me that hurt, that ache. What is it about your touch that so easily moves me to tears?

- Myths and Metawhores

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Mirror Doesn't Lie

Her response as I ran my hand up her thigh and across her pussy was to push back against my hand. Good sign. I continued roaming my hand al over her, but now I made frequent stops between her legs, rubbing or teasing with my finger tips through her panties. Eventually, the rest of her body was forgotten and my hand was permanently rubbing her pussy. I slipped a finger under her panties and found her to be very wet. I slipped my finger inside her and teased some more before withdrawing it and running it up and down her slit, and around her clit.

- Wanton Maleness

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Cheating Wife Story: Fucked While Talking on the Phone

"Hello darling, how is everything at work? Are you working to hard?"

"No, its kinda slow day. What do you want?"

"Nothing, just wanting to see how are you. By the way do you know that words slow and hard go really really good together?" As I speak over the phone, I am on my hands and knees on the wooden floor, and Mr.Tenant is slamming his firm cock slow but hard inside me for almost 10 minutes now.

- Bad Wifey

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Tossing the Salad

Why the HELL is it called "tossing the salad?"

Other sexual nicknames tend to have some sort of obvious metaphorical quality to them. But this one, I just don't see it. Is the asshole supposed to be some kind of "bowl?" Okay, that's a stretch, but even if so, the metaphor still doesn't hold water, because you need TWO implements to toss something, and you only have one tongue. And "tossing" implies throwing something up in the air and it settling again, and that just isn't even remotely what's going on.

- Sexeteria

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Thumbnail star: Katie Fey (katiefey.com)

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