Sex Blog Roundup: Girls Next Door

Forget the porn stars, call girls and orgy divas—some of the wildest times are had by the girls next door. Behind the quiet facades of the harried mother and the strict science teacher lurk the hearts of wonton hussies, flagrant sluts and closet dominitrices. In today's roundup of some of our favorite posts from the sex blog scene this week, the neighborhood gals prowl empty apartments, lust among the produce aisles and put chopsticks to all sorts of creative and nefarious uses.

Ring the doorbell and run with Jefferson after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson

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The Apartment Concludes

You take my hand and roll me onto my back, taking the hand that just held your cock and placing it over my head. You reach down and bring my other hand up, holding both my hands above my head. Moving your lips down my face, you kiss the hollow of my neck. Then trace a trail with your tongue over my breasts and around each nipple. While one hand still pins my arms, the other runs over my tummy and across my thighs until it rests on my pussy. You take your middle finger and slip it between my lips, sighing as you feel my warm wetness.

- After School Monologues

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Fuck Phone

The first call he made to me on his new phone was to give me the number they had assigned him. There would only ever be one number in that phone. Mine. We affectionately call it the 'Fuck Phone'. That is the reason for its existence in our world. A connection between two worlds that will never meet. A thing that lives in a dark coat pocket until the need overwhelms and the power button is pushed. The fuck button. I know when that number comes up on my own cell phone that it is time to fuck. That he has found a place, usually semi-private. A public bathroom or a corner spot in some shaded parking lot.

- Desire X

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Rug Burn

"Hmmm," I said, staring at his mouth, at the way his lips curved when he said fuck. Oh yeah, fuck! SHE trilled in response. He didn't notice my abstract mindedness, and just kept talking. "I was all over him on the road, didn't let him go," he continued. Hells yeah, you can be all over me you sexy, foine ass thing you, SHE continued. I tried to focus, I really did, but I felt like I was having two conversations in one and I found the more he talked the less I could focus. Mmmm, those lips, I want them all over me, stop talking and come to mama!

- Chronicles of a Platinum Pussy

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Tit Torture (Part 2 of 2)

I bend down to pick up a small stringy rubber flogger. It's not an intimidating toy - in fact, it's very light, only stinging ever so slightly when used its hardesthard. The best part about the toy is the way it plays on skin. Flailed loosely, it stings as it tickles. Flailed hard and solid, it thuds as it caresses. And, more importantly, it can wrap around what it hits, its little skinny tails grabbing at anything and everything. Like chains. Like clothes pins.

- Red Sneaker Diaries

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Food is Sex is Life

For the cook in me, foreplay begins with produce. Surrounded by fruit and vegetables of every imaginable shape and color, items for consumption suddenly become items for pleasure. Walking the aisles with the sexiest man I've ever known puts everything in a different light. Blood oranges look like me, he says. This exact cucumber is just like him, I notice. We can barely stop grabbing at each other. The nice old lady stocking the greens sees us blushing and smiles. We get that a lot.

- Smart Girls Who Do It

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Date Night
Levi usually tops, for good reason. He is brilliant with restraint.

I, on the other hand have been not-so-brilliant. The chains slip clumsily from my lube-slick latex gloves, and some of my knots look like they have been tied by a remedial cub scout. You have to give me an A+ for effort. You try putting your partner in a leather straight jacket, chaining him up in some bizarre way, and then try to find a way to mount his ridged cock while wearing a catsuit (sweatsuit at this point!), corset, six-inch platform thigh-high boots, neck corset, gas mask, and murder gloves. It's complicated. 99% of the time I just jack him off.

- Educating Erica

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