Sex Blog Roundup: Onan The Magnificent

Choking the chicken, spanking the monkey, clutching the bearded clam ... call it what you will, but masturbation is really just sex with someone you love. Birds can't do it (no hands). Bees don't do it (tiny pinprick brains). But we can—so let's! Or better yet, let's read about it in some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene this week. Whether it's Indian MILFS jacking off for their FILs, or Harold and Maude-style phone sex, or a little post-Dom date tension release, these bloggers can tell you a thing or two about rubbing one out.

Wash your hands and join Chelsea Girl for a little onanistic orgy after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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I Am Seema

I pushed my breasts upwards and tried to suck on the nipples. My tongue just touched the nipples and I teased them by moving my tongue lightly over each one. Then I again turned my back to the door and spreading my legs wide, pushed my hand to my choot. My two fingers slipped inside the juicy choot easily and I started to move them in and out. My hand was clearly visible from between my legs and I knew my FIL was getting nice view. I moaned, "Ohhhh Sasurji! Fuck me! Chodo muze!" Ohhh how I could say this? But this made me more excited! I continued to rub my choot and then I inserted one finger in my choot and moaned again.

- Blackthunder

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One for the Ages

On the phone I found a nervous, but excited woman who certainly sounded her age. I asked her if she would masturbate for me and she agreed. I sat in my chair with my pants around my ankles, my cock hard, slowly stroking myself while I told her how much I wanted to suck on her pussy and tits. I asked her to slide her finger into your cunt and she gasped. She described her cunt, her greying brown pubes, her wet lips. After a few minutes of a one-way conversation: me telling how I wanted to fuck her pussy with my hard cock, I could hear the familiar gasps and moans of the female orgasm. I too stroked my cock until hot cum spurt into my hand.

- Teenybitch

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He Taught Me to Masturbate

Actually It's not like that I had never tried anyone's fingers. My friend, Carla fingered me before. But I had never tried my own fingers ... I didn't know it would feel good too.

We finished his second orgasm and cuddled each other on the bed , and then he asked me how often I masturbated ? I said I didn't. He didn't believe me at first but I insisted and then he , finally , believed. He asked if i wanted to try , and as the matter of fact that I hadn't come at all last night , so I said yea.

- Diary of a Gay Dad

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A Higher Level

She began to tease his cock with her foot. Within a minute or so he began to grow erect. She expected he would arch his pelvis forward, just slightly, in an effort to intensify the contact with her foot. When he did so, she met his advance and began to massage his growing erection with her foot. The Goddess was, in fact, a self-proclaimed foot-whore. In addition to enjoying having her feet worshipped, she adored how her husband took pleasure in anything that had to do with her feet and shoes. As she toyed with him, an idea came into her head. She decided it was time to use this to her advantage. "Looks like this poor little thing needs relief."

- A Wife-Led Marriage

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A Day at the Spa

In the bright lights of the other room, you see another woman get undressed. And while your masseur is rubbing oil on you, you watch the other woman do the same things you did. You watch her pose in the mirrors while soaping her breasts. You watch her bend over and turn her ass towards you. And you know that she can't see you. She is just playing with herself in the mirror. And you watch her masturbate in the bidet, just like you did. You know the masseur can't see any of this. Only you can. And he doesn't even know for sure if you are watching the other woman.

- A Fantasy of a Wife

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Sunday Night

You smiled at me, and stroked my cheek and I knew I'd done well. You told me you wanted to see me again. I was already looking forward to it. I made myself come later before I went to sleep. Thinking of how you smelled and tasted, how you looked and felt, what you did to me and how you did it. We'll talk later. I miss you already. I'm so addicted to this.

- Search for Submission

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