Sex Blog Roundup

In sex, as in life, you gotta expect the unexpected: in bed and out, you just never know what you're going to get or what's going to pop up (or out). But if you're like certain sex bloggers, you roll with the punches, pick up the pieces, put your chin up and take those lemons and make lemonade. Or maybe you find the joy in slapping, the beauty in stainless steel, and the glee of using the last condom.

Embrace the serendipity with our own lucky bitch Chelsea Girl after the jump.

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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl

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Jack Revisited

The hotel door opened just like in one of those old horror movies, slowly and mysteriously with seemingly no one there holding it open. I walked in quickly before anyone could see me. Then, he came out from behind the door. His face was full of shadows. The only light was coming from the bathroom with the door slightly cracked open. He watched me walk in and place my bag down next to the bed. I turned to say hello, when I felt him next to me.

- Pick Up the Pieces

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Turning Point

"Slap me" she said.

So I did - a tentative half-assed slap across her face and I grinned - you know one of those self conscious weird thing happening here grins.

She got a sad look in her eye and said, "that was not a slap."

- From Master Enigma's Thoughts

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Hard Work

the next time you see a hispanic construction worker, think of me. think of me fucking his ass, his tight little smooth ass, and think of his hairless, swimmer's build body, arching to get my dick further inside him.

think of him walking up to my building, in homeboy jeans and a t shirt, very handsome (with a hot haircut to boot), looking up as i call out, "are you luis?"

- Welcome to the Fuckhouse

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Joy

In this world of stopped clocks and timelessness, it's as if we pass from sleep to dream to waking and back. Our bodies a continent to explore, my bed is some ship, some engine of discovery. its like that. I almost don't know if I'm dreaming or waking in this languid still August heat. My hands are tied over me and and I'm strecthed out with my faIe in the pillow and back and ass to you.

- Eros, Logos

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II. Bookends

He pushed my dress up past my breasts, his fingers pulling aside the fabric of my bathing suit and gliding over my nipples.

I slid it the rest of the way off over my head. He sat me up, back to him and untied the string between my shoulder blades. My bikini top came off.

- Madeline in the Mirror

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The Wheel

I woke up. Hazy eyes, cotton in the brain. It took a while to realize I had no clothes on. A while longer to know that I was strapped, vertical and spreadeagled, to a wheel. To quote David Byrne, "How did I get here?" Last thing I remembered was being out drinking with some buddies, and as we were wont to do, chatting up the ladies....

- Erotischism

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