Sugar, spice, and everything nicely horny, smooth, silky, and rough: today's Sex Blog Roundup takes you where the girls are. Girls who want girls, girls want boys and girls who want both ... these sex bloggers know what women want and what makes them wet.
Let your woman of the hour Chelsea Girl give you your daily dose of girl power after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl
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I spotted her sitting on a couch surrounded by several women- who by anyone's standards would be considered unattractive. None of these women appeared to be her girlfriend, but they were all taking turns touching/fondling her. So, finally after what seemed like hours of contemplation. I went over to her on the way to the restroom and gave her a compliment on her incredible red locks.
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You're laying on the bed, in the silk pyjamas that you think make you look like a young Hugh Heffner, and I think make you look a little silly, not that I'd tell you of course. I can't help but smirk, knowing that I won't have to concern myself with their presence for long.
You make no attempt to move, instead you tell me to lose the coat, and open the champagne.
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Derrick and I have been fucking non stop. We've done it all over my place, we've managed to fuck in our cars and last weekend we screwed at another house party T hosted. At the house party, among all the other guests, it didn't look out of place or odd. T was busy getting it on with someone's wife, and we were in another room with Christina enjoying a three way. There I was, on my knees having my cunt fucked from behind, Christina lay underneath me fondling my tits and the door opened for T and his new plaything.
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i was laying there on my stomach with my legs and arms tied, high heels put on my feet and a g-string. i was already wet. he had left the house to go to the store. i was nervous. he never left me tied up alone in the house.
earlier we had been talking about another man...
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Her breath whispered softly against my neck. Her body was pressed tight to mine and I could feel her every curve. I've only discovered her recently and it has been heaven since. Her eyes beckoned me in when we first met, so blue, like tide pools of a cyan sea that drowned me when I looked deeply. They kept me hypnotized, something rare for me. I do the taking. But she has a hold over me. Her freshness addicted me to her. Her soft lovely body, her smooth pale skin, everything about her leaves me needing more. She still submits to me but in turn she owns me completely.
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My subconscious thinks I am a slut.
The past few nights in a row, I have dreamed about sex. Not those sweaty, delicious feversex dreams that end in an unconscious orgasm, though. I've had shame dreams, dreams where I am locking doors, screwing people on the sly, anxious all the while at being found out.
- Queen of Cream: True Tales of the Sex Industry in the City
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