Now this is SOOOO Hot

What can I say? I love techno and big tools so this music video is the sheetz.

I just crossed a line...and I am GLAD about it

I can't believe I just did what I just did. And that I feel so good about it.
Here's the deal: This weekend, at a workshop, I felt myself drawn to one of the participants. I avoided meeting him, because I pegged him as a really, really smart, smart-ass, libertarian, (maybe pagan) BDSM Dom(yes, I have a couple of types and that is one of them...).

By the last day of the workshop, when we had not met, I decided to let myself meet him. We spent some time together in the sessions, and I found him interesting. I had a good time seeing if I could signal to him, without saying a word, that I both got who he was (or who I imagined he might be, to be more accurate) and that I was a submissive(this was not a BDSM community space) and on the way to being a switch.

Whatever happened, he gave me his card before I left and viewing the card and then reading more about him online confimed this is someone I would like to know. So I emailed him. And then emailed him again. Emailed him in a way where it was pretty clear what my private self was about.

Given that I am having such a wonderful time with Morgan, this seems questionable. And yet, Morgan is both a pervert and a switch and we are both poly. And I would like to get to know this man and see what's there before self-limiting.

This is braver public behavior than I have had in the past--and a good thing. (I am goin g to wait to see if there is any interest/response before telling Morgan about this, but I think he would be very interested, which thrills me.)

And of course the idea of someone who I might like who is into BDSM and rope and power exchange completely engages my attention.

Sugasm #93

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #94? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #94? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Between Baths
“His tongue licks along the edge of my thong and then slips underneath, and then he pulls the material aside so he can get to me.”

Fantasy Vs. Reality: What Is Cheating?
“Paid escort work is fantasy; dating me is reality.”

How To Set Up an MFM Threesome
“You’d be surprised how many guys will say they can’t wait to bed her down, then chicken out or not show up after you’ve shelled out money for a hotel room.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Neal Mather Fetish Figurenes

Editor’s Choice
Need a hand?

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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Erotic Writing and Experiences
And the answer is
Christening The Bed
Episode One
Sally & Bill
Stop

Sex Audio & Podcasts
Almost Perfect
Nobilis Erotica 30-Woman of the Mountain

NSFW Pics & Videos
Bree olsen episode 1
Catalina loves Guest HNT Posts!
Georgi (I Shot Myself)
Half-Nekkid at the BBQ
I Feel Myself
Photo of the Moment: Curvy Girls
Sexy DJane Jesse Capelli
Sexy showgirl upskirt pinup photo
Tits for the Troops #5

Sex Work
Breakdown Of A Quickie
Objectify Me

BDSM & Fetish
Calling All film slaves in the New York/New Jersey area!!!
Friday night
Fucked to bits
Happy HNT - A switching in the old abandoned cabin
Let’s give the boy a hand! - Part Two of Text Message Mayhem
An Ode to Bondage
Playing with Morgan
Showerland
Social Kink Interviews The Knotty Boys (Shibari, Bondage)
Sweet Possession
Trembling, redux

Sex News & Reviews
Aneros Progasm Prostate Massager Review

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Did you have sex?
Half-Nekkid and Openly Bisexual
Keeping Secrets
Love Sick
Mirror, Mirror
More On Cougars - Older Men, Younger Women, Mistresses and Married Men
Playing with my Barbie
Skanky Panties & The Business of Faux Fish Juices

Question for Morgan

You throw me down on my back and flip me over the edge of the bed.
Your cock goes down my throat till I worry I might gag on it and your hands pinch and slap my breasts.
Did you put your mouth on my clit, your teeth on my lips, your tongue inside me then?
Or was that earlier, when you murmured "Goddess" and ate me till I screamed?

opened and used without a word being said

It's night-time, late and I am in the big bed, the red and green blankets pulled to my throat, the cat settled in at the food of the bed. I'm on my side, my wet fingers rubbing the soft skin around my clit, my other hand teasing the vibrator at the edge of my cunt, and as I press the soft buzzing tip against the warm flesh I close my eyes and think of you:

Morning, the light grey, both of us sleeping on our sides.

I wake because you are touching me, your big legs pressed against my hips, your cock pushed into the curve of my ass so my hips fit right into your thighs. You arch your body against me and I feel your cock start to stiffen, growing hard, moving from a soft snail to a fleshy club, and you angle yourself in between the cheeks of my ass and start to rock, rubbing yourself against the skin, not a word spoken between us, not a whisper or a sigh.

Your hand holds my hip, pinning me where you want me, angling my body at just the right edge. I hear your open your mouth and know you are licking your hand, making it wet, and know that had it going to end up moistening me, creating an entry way for your body in mine.

Slowly, with great care, your fingers work the puckered tight flesh till they push their way inside. Slowly, with great care, you touch and rub and make things wet till the moment you can push yourself inside me, inserting your big tip with the greatest of care, following deeper with a rush that makes me pant and sigh.

Do you know how wet it makes me to remember how we rocked together, your cock in my ass? Do you remember my sighs of pleasure as you plunged so deep, so tight, then came out right to the edge, only to plummet down deep again?

Your moans as your cock rubbed its sensitive spots inside my tightness.
My whisper "You own all my holes."
The pleasure of us coming together, of how good it felt to have you so deep inside me, joined so near the heart.
The pleasure of the morning, of being awakened, of being opened and used without a word being said, the pleasure of you in me

I come and come and come again.

It's wet, and strong, and good--but it's not you, it's only a recovered memory of what I felt when we touched.

Playing with Morgan

My new boyfriend Morgan could be described as a switch, a big, bi-sexual, poly bear, a Daddy type guy with a wicked sense of play. He's almost twice my weight and way bigger than my height, and he knows how to throw me around in a way that feels so good--and how to pin me down and spank me and slap me and pull my hair as I suck his cock so that it feels thrillingly delicious.

One of the cool things about Morgan is that he also likes anal play. It's just seconds from my g-spot to my butt with a (big, thick) thumb, and he's had me panting and slobbering a few times now. But even better, I got to experiment with giving him a prostate massage as we made love, and was instructed on how to put my finger up his butt as he gave himself a hand job (I hope these details are interesting, and not grossing anyone out.) I'm imagining that I am going to learn more about how to lick him *down there* and I've added a dildo and a butt plug to my toy bag that I am hoping he'll let me try-and like.

Morgan is so good at pressing his weight against me in a way that makes me feel totally dominated and used. He's a master at pulling my legs over my head, shoving his thick meaty cock into my wet cunt and then banging himself against me, over and over, till the feel of the big head of his cock wedged deep inside my cunt makes me want to burst. His ability to thrust into me, then come all the way out, then shove himself in, and do it again, over and over, makes each of us pant and moan with pleasure.

The last time we made love, he threw me on my back, pressed my legs up over my shoulders, and shoved his cock so far inside me I thought I might break. After he fucked me for a while, he grabbed my legs and threw me further down on the bed and shoved a pillow under my hips, turning my bottom almost straight up.

"Next time, I'm going to use your pretty little asshole," he hissed, and the combination of those words, his hand on my throat, his big cock and his weight pressing down on me put me right over the edge.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I like to make noise as I'm feeling it, and if I'd had half my brain left, I've felt sorry for the neighbors on the other side of the wall and across the way as he penetrated me (yes, I was that loud).

Given that I was lost in a sex-crazed frenzy, it was more about how he fucked me till I came a half a dozen times and how then he dragged me up on top of his big, broad body and I rode him till he came, biting and licking and teasing his nipples like I was the baby Domme suckling her prey.

And then when it was all over, and we'd both come, both been spent, there was that feeling of lying there together, connected so intensely by the force of what we'd shared, the intimacy of taking one another to a place where there were no words and no need to use them.

Angelia Jolie rocks!

“I’ve never hidden my bisexuality. But since I’ve been with Brad, there’s no longer a place for that or S&M in my life.”

--Angelia Jolie, spealing her truth to a French magazine, quoted in The Sun, UK. (Wow!)

Earlbecke: I am Not Damaged

This post by earlebecke caught my attention when I stumbled across it:

"I am not damaged. I am not queer because of abuse. I am not submissive because of abuse. I have been both queer and submissive my entire life. I can recall having both of these desires from an incredibly young age: an unusual attachment to female friends and a near total absence of crushes on male peers, and a persistent desire to be “owned”, an eagerness to please and take care of everybody in my life. These are the things which fulfill me. These are the things that I need to be happy."

I can never leave you

You touch me
and I am so wet
so hungry
You drive your hard cock in
and my pussy grips you--tight

Back and forth we go
a magic circle
an electric pleasure ride
of moans and yelps and sighs

the pleasure building
like it always does
as you fuck me from behind

and then there's that thought in my head
I can never leave you
not when the fucking is so good

Opening, Night

It's late at night, or early in the morning, and I wake because your hands are on me. You're all over my body, hands roaming, fingers tweaking my nipples and stroking my breasts, strong fingers parting my lips and pushing, gently, inside.

I like the feeling of waking up and opening to you, knowing, because it is you, there is no need to hold back, no need to cover and hide. There is only the gift of offering myself, of your hands and my body, the bridge we form together that takes us to a new place.

In the dark, your hands open and push me wide. Your fingers rub and touch until my pussy is wet, until there's a river of warmth running down my thighs, a gush I didn't anticipate and can't control, squirting shows how wet I am for you, how much I want what you offer, how turned on and hungry your touch makes my body.

As you hover above me, I know you smile. I know you smile as you plunge your cock right in, hard and thick and just as hungry, desperate for the pleasure ride, that feeling of my cunt gripping you so tight, even as I gush and gush.

It's so good to feel us together, so good to be so wet, so good to have you inside.