Sex Blog Roundup: Let The Regifting Begin!

If you think about it (and believe us, we're doing plenty of thinking in our hangoverish haze this week), sex is like a gift you give to someone else—or if you're flying solo, to yourself. A quick grope is like shaking the package; the undressing is like unwrapping a present ... and the actual fucking is like finally getting to play with that shiny new toy you've been waiting for. Today's Boxing Day edition of some of our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene takes a long hard look at that gift that keeps on giving. (And no, we don't mean herpes.)

Grab your package(s) and some milk and cookies and meet the ever-generous Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup

by Chelsea Girl

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Happy Holidays

She walked over to me. That is when I noticed the high heels that she had on. She really wasn't walking it was more like that runway model strut and she looked good doing it. She spun around in front of me and struck a pose and said, "Have I been a good girl Santa or have I been naughty?"

"Yes to both and you have been pleasing," I responded.

- Master Enigma's Thoughts

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I Like It Wet

"This is so weird for me to do this while you're watching me" Ebony looked away as smoke fluttered from between her soft full lips and floated upward into the night. When we were together, she'd never let me witness her smoking. It was something she knew I disliked and now she was uncomfortable as she puffed.

- The Dirty Details

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On, and On, and On...(or (Getting) Off, and Off and Off)

Remember those first explorations of your partner's nether regions??? The new discoveries of the scents... the taste... the textures... the colors(!)... the differences in viscosity and slickness of her inner fluids as her arousal changes... seeing which movements of your tongue and/or fingers bring which responses from her breathing, her hips, her sighs? All this, and more was being explored...

- Life's Sensual Pageant

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Ginger

My first instinct was to reach out and tangle my fingers in the thick strands of red silk and pull her into the small - but big enough - restroom at the back of the bar.

I envisioned perching her on the porcelain sink and sinking my teeth into the thick of her lips. I imagined how she would taste as her excitement grew, as I pushed her skirt up and slipped past her underwear to feel her wetness.

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Blog Masturbating

The thing about jerking-off while you blog is that it really adds to the excitement of the topic. -pause- Like right now, I just stopped for some self-pleasuring and I was thinking about you readers reading about me jerking-off. -pause- Just imagine posting this on the world wide web. It's kind of like masturbating in front of everyone. -pause- And I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten that idea without a little self-manipulation.

- The Master Jerker

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Caged

I awoke with a start. Banged my head on the bars. After a few hours of being nude, caged, and chained, I still wasn't used to it. The cage was only large enough so that I could stay on all fours, at most. I could barely sit upright. The shackles around my wrists and ankles dug into my skin. Traces of dried blood all over them and on my body. My back hurt. My head hurt. I knew my body had been pushed to its limit.

- Pandora's Seductions

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