30 May 2008
28 May 2008
SUGASM #133 ...is actually quite unexpected
Sugasm #133
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 #134? 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
Giving a Damn
"Something happened somewhere along the way, though. I began to care."
Catalina loves "Better Sex Through Yoga"
"I've tried a lot of things, as you can imagine, but there were even a few new things in there for me!"
Reality Check: Dealing With Assholes
"Being able to decline a call is great but bills still need to be paid."
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank
Editor's Choice
The Secret Lives of Plants
See also: Fleshbot's Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Infidelity - An International Pastime
Misc. Letters
Rant: Strip clubs are for customers, not dancers
Top Ten Law Phrases That Sound Dirty, but Aren't
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Mistress Claire Adams Dominates Sarah Jane Ceylon on Hogtied
Sasha Grey HotMovies Interview
Site Review: Into The Attic
The Ultimate Smoking Fetish Movie - Julie Simone's Smoking Interviews 3
Erotic Writing and Experiences
And Closer Still
Doin' It Like A Porn Star
Fucking the co-worker
Ode to Anal - Sebastian, and the anal bond
The Ruf Guide to Coital Stamina
She's Got Teeth
Smoking please.
So... who are you tonight?
Subway Ride
The West End Experience
Sex Work
My Naughty Thoughts
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bedroom Radio #15: JohnBaku of FetLife and the G Twist Vibrator
Bouquet
Duck Race HNT
Flirtatious little bows -HNT
Guy fucks a black mouth in free video
Half-Nekkid @5:30 am
Hot Asian webcam girl made me cum hard
Julia S. - Bellisssima
Missed Show Punishment Spanking - Video Clip
Mistress Seven and Mistress Porsche Lynn shopping
Mistress Zena trampling a lucky sub
Putu (Hegre-Art)
Video: Cock Teasing, Twice-Coming Fun!
Sex Advice
Advice: My Boyfriend Won't Go Down on Me
Greater Intimacy Through Tantric Sex
On Desire
Reader Asks: I Haven't Met Her, But Should She Leave Him?
Smelling Like Sweet Romance?? - The Dangers of Douching
BDSM & Fetish
Anniversary, fatigue and quickies
Another Interesting Morning
Arrival
Beating
Follow My Rules-Part II
Haunt Hunt, But No Goth Cunt
Learning My Limits (part 3)
My IMsL 2008 Trip - Part 6
Parachutes and Panties
Stock and Bonds, ch. 2
Summertime, And The Piggies Are Easy
Underneath
21 May 2008
The Secret Lives of Plants
The soft coils of her pale hair catch every breeze, twisting and dancing around her shoulders. Her clothes echo the softness of her body; cotton, velvet, textures that call out to the hand. She is grace, she is peace, she is quietude, and I take shameless advantage, sinking all my contrariness beneath her placid surface, where it dissolves, like sugar in tea.
You would think, if you knew her, that such a woman would be soft and yielding in bed - cooing, sighing, coming to her bliss like the last lines of a poem. Imagine her, dark lashes against her pale cheek, lips parted, the glory of her hair spilled out over a pillow; she must moan like this, cry out like this, curl long legs around her lover in a grateful embrace. Coming like a lady, the picture of femininity, a pink-hazed romantic ideal. Pliant, quiet, willow.
It's a lovely vision and completely wrong.
My love is an elemental force when she fucks, a raging storm brewing from the first fierce kiss, forcing my lips apart to accept her, and I am helpless; I bend like a reed to the strength of her passion. I am devoured, fed upon, held down by the bite of her demurely French-manicured fingernails, as her teeth catch my lip, as we tumble into bed with clothes half torn off and the marks of her hunger swelling on my skin. There is no delicacy, there is no mercy. The world becomes her darkened eyes, her hands, her body tense and demanding, the steady, predatory rasp of her breath. Her voice, so low and steady, every word sure as she tells me whose I am.
Disbelieve, if you will. I'm sure some of you dream of taking her into your beds, claiming that softness for your own. How beautiful, some of you think, she would look on her knees. Pliant. Quiet.
Dream away. I know the truth.
And the truth is - when my love lets that softness fall away from her, when she unbinds her Self from the pleasant, sweet, undemanding person the rest of the world sees - I wouldn't have it any other way. When I am burning up, seared by the furnace hidden inside her, when I am given up to her pleasure and commanded to wait for my own - while she rocks, the pressure of her inner thighs locked around my hips, her cunt the most beautiful perfect greedy suction while I try to wait, agonizing, every inch of me shaking like a leaf in her storm -
I am honored. I gladly offer myself to her, to be consumed in that fire night after night. To never be without her marks on my body, hidden under clothes, the way she hides.
Tell me I'm weak, tell me I'm a fool, that I should be more than this.
Just don't expect me to listen. I'm too busy, keeping my willow tree's secret.