Sex Blog Roundup: Sluts Unite!

Admit it: you've got a little slut in you right now. And if you don't, you wish you did. In today's selection of some of our favorite sex writing on the interwebs, we're not just hearing it for the sluts—we're hearing from them. We've got city sluts, suburban sluts, boy sluts, girl sluts, pain sluts and anal sluts, sluts with slits and sluts with kits. No sluts with kilts, though that is always a good look, but with the sluts a'plenty on these pages, you won't miss the kilts. Much.

Grab your pom-poms and join the virtual slutfest with the always wanton (but rarely wanting) Chelsea Girl after the break.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Slutting it in the Suburbs

The door was answered by a young man wearing the frilliest dress I had ever seen. The skirt stood out at an extreme angle over multiple layers of lacy petticoats, barely touching her knees, and the short-sleeved bodice was decorated with more lace and a spotless apron that followed the skirt on its journey over the petticoats. A starched maid's cap sat upon her bewigged head. As she led us up the stairs to the second floor apartment, wobbling on her four-inch heels, she confided that she had been in training, and that this was her first night serving as a "Sissy Maid." This term was new to me. I would continue to learn about Sissy Maids throughout the night.

- The Gold Slut Standard

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Are You Ready to Flog Me?

It was Saturday night and we were getting ready for the DDevious Delights party in Manhattan. Ivy was putting on her make-up and had laid out a nice black bustier and fishnet stockings.

I was dicking around on the computer when I got an email from our friends John and Linda. We had planned to meet them at the party but they were bowing out--Linda had come down with strep throat and couldn't go out.

I gave Ivy the bad news.

"You want to stay home?" I asked.

- Slutboy.org

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Bar Erotica

We were playing a round of billiards, Nora and me, when I saw the little tight ass bend over. I looked at the girls jeans, three metal buttons, and we were talking about low rise, a fraction above her pussy mound. She'd have it all bare, I thought. Slut.

It was then that I decided it would be hot, fun and incredibly erotic so Nora got chatting, and of course being in a dyke club or bar helped push the thing along. The girl, just on twenty, all tight and skimpy with her halter top, and D cup tits nearly spilling, tossed her auburn curls and smiled at us.

- Slutissimo

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Escalation

I was listening to Mistress's audio files while I stroked, something that always gets me hot even without touching. The first 9 minutes was agony. First, the Devil's Spit just lit my cock on fire even in the weak concentration I was told to use. While the pain slut in me responds to that, it also makes for a tough time when stroking for long periods of time. The mousetraps also added something interesting. The stood straight out from my nipples, so each stroke caused them to bob a little bit giving me a little goose with each stroke which just intensified the situation.

- Confessions of a Timid Boy

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Good Boy

he twisted my nipple in his fingers, talking to me, "fuck yourself, good girl, yeah, rub your clit, that's my little slut," he leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth, bit it, pulled it with his teeth as i moaned, "like that my little slut," "mm, fuck yeah..." "i see you're all shaved," "yeah, i did that for you and have kept it that way ever since." "such a good girl..."

- As the Crow Flies

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Something Darker, Something Different, Part 2

He laughed and held up his hand to show his friend, "Look at this, what a little slut she is. I haven't touched her yet and she is dripping for me." She winced at his words, never quite used to hearing them. They didn't hurt her, she knew how they were meant and she also knew that if she was at that a moment a 'slut' it was because he wanted her to be.

- Pixie Pie's Secrets

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Eclectic Slut, Part One

As we lay, limbs entwined and tangled, realising that we couldn't stop touching each other even for a second, the conversation returned to one we'd started earlier... about control and submission. I felt so secure, and at ease, that I told him what i was feeling at that moment; although hearing it loud came as nearly as much of a shock to me as it did to him.

"I'd love it if you took control. I trust you."

- Juno Henry

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