Sex bloggers sure are feeling it this week. Some shout it from the mountaintops; some shy from any mention of it, while others just refer to it as "that thing . . . you know . . . " It's the reason you stare as he walks from the waves. It's the thing that makes you bark like a dog. It's why you feel querulous about collecting CDs from the ex. It's the L Word: Love, baby, and it's everywhere you look in today's roundup of some of the best recent sex writing on the web.
Feel your heart swell with Jefferson after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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'Mine,' he says, sliding his hand around my body to gently nestle around my His cunt, the other lazily playing in my hair.
Me, half-asleep, giving a small murmur of assent. Snuggling back against him, enjoying the feel of his arms around me and his hands upon me.
'All mine,' he growls in satisfaction, curling around me.
'I borrowed it.'
This stops him."
Sub French, http://subfrench.blogspot.com
Love Letter
http://avaadora.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-letter.htmlWhen we went to Wreck Beach those few weekends ago, we swam naked and I, being cold, left the water before him. As I dried off I watched him, and was pierced neatly through by his unselfconscious beauty. He was like Venus emerging from the surf, only, you know, a guy.
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I went to his place to retrieve my CDs, and when he let me up it was like an inaudible kick to the gut. He's so fucking beautiful.
I was ready to grab the CDs and go, but he wanted me to stick around. I felt like I'd become my dad sitting there, politely telegraphing small talk as if there weren't a rearing elephant in the room.
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At about 4:30, he came upstairs to find me. 'I have something to show you!,' he said in a voice that made me think of rotting boards or a horrible termite/mildew/flooding problem. We walked downstairs. Around a corner, me in front of him. And suddenly, his hand was over my eyes. 'Keep them closed,' he said, slipping a bandanna (red) over my eyes in place of his hand. I was blindfolded.
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Soon we were leaving the park, and Ashke and I were headed back to the apartment. We got out of our wet clothes and crashed on the bed. After a little intimate fun, and while I am all hypersensitive, Ashke starts smacking my bottom as I am curled up next to him. Ashke then sits up on the bed; it was time to get over his lap for a real spanking. Ashke says, 'Because I love,' and pulls me over his knees, 'because I love and because I understand.' Yes he does. He started to spank.
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Changing my tactics again, I removed him from my mouth and got on all fours. To add some comedy, I barked a few times, letting him know that I wanted to be taken from behind. The Biker laughed and barked in return.
I smiled and thought, 'Isn't that what sex is all about, fun, humour, passion, abandonment, and love?
- Biker's Balls and Teacher's Tits
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