Essin ‘Em with her story about hot gay sex on a pool table!

Essin ‘Em, you win your very own copy of the Complete Sleeping Beauty Trilogy,  and 30 pre-paid minutes to the adult video on demand site PassionateVOD.com - yay, go you!

Congrats girl, and congrats to Sakura as well - it was a close contest, and I loved both of your stories!

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Mind - Years Later, Stanley Milgram’s Shock Experiments Still Provide Insight - NYT

“Some of psychology’s most famous experiments are those that expose the skull beneath the skin, the apparent cowardice or depravity pooling in almost every heart.

The findings force a question. Would I really do that? Could I betray my own eyes, my judgment, even my humanity, just to complete some experiment?”

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Black Bears’ Sex Lives Lively on July 4 Weekend - Courant.com

“The males are pushing all the sows around as they are trying to entice them to breed, and then they are pushing all of the subordinate males out of the range, or fighting with other dominant males for breeding rights. Then we also have all of these incoherent, confused yearling cubs stumbling around out there. So, this is just a lot of bears moving around and it just gets to be crazy out there in early July.”

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Jimi Hendrix’s camp battles to stop sex video release

“As both are in bed with Hendrix, who died from an overdose in London in 1970, aged 27, Cynthia says in voice-over: “He could give you an all-encompassing, cosmic orgasm.” The film has been authenticated by experts. But the James Marshall Hendrix Foundation, founded by the star’s brother Leon, plans a global battle to stop its release.”

FINALLY, a sex tape I *want* to see!! *sigh* Now if only they find one of Jim…

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They Boys and the Subway - New York Times, found via a friend’s LJ

It is paintings with captions. Just go look, its so goddamn adorable!

Wow. My tit looks fucking awesome in this shot!

HHNT all!

This Week’s Picks
You’re going to come for me.
“I imagined her, bound. Wrists behind her back, whimpering.”

Champagne Orgasms
“I cry out, begging for him to stop, begging him not to”

Tie one on
“He slipped his hands under my blouse and teased my nipples and breasts with his strong hands.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
The Look

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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.)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Cream
Cunt Sucking. Confession #75
Dirty Girl
The education of Ava
Foot fantasy
Fucking the blonde on the beach-2
Good slave
Homework
lolidoll’s Ass Inspired Poetry - HNT
The picture that launched a thousand…….sperm
Questions and Answers
Spin The Bottle - Part Two
The Tutor
The Wrath Of Eve

Sex & Politics
Existential Crisis, or There is a Cum Shot At the End of This Post

BDSM & Fetish
Alas, still not enough
BDSM & Race
Chain
A good deed
Hard OTK bare ass spankings of naughty girls!
Hot Night
I Slapped Her Face With My Cock And Coated Her Tits With Hot Wax
I Was Naked When I Wrote This
A jagged soft puzzle
The Lilith Obsession, Part the Third
Mojada, castigada y humillada…
Panties for Men
Punishment in the Woods
Reclaimed.
A scene in two parts.
Trying To Understand Pain & Sexual Arousal, As Well As Unwanted Emotions From Certain Types Of Play
Watershed: She Takes Command
We finally get to really play again
Would the Real Mistress Please Stand Up?
Yellow, Black, and Red
You can be a PIG!

Sex Work
Back From The Desert. Kumi Kumi Coco Puff

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Bondage Model Carly Parker In One Of The Hottest Hogtied Sessions I’ve Seen
Catalina loves Lochai (An Interview With The Award Winning Photographer and Rigger)
The Countess Reviews “Swingtown”
Pure White Pleasure Tower
Review - Into The Attic
Sex News Roundup
Sgt. Major And Claire Adams In A Hot Erotic Choking Scene

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
180 Degrees
Another swinging experience … continued
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part I
A Call From An Old Friend
Chivalry and Me
Co-operation makes it happen
It’s not easy being Sexhobbyist
Package Deal
Pain Isn’t *Always* A Good Thing
Pansexuality: Love is Everything

Sex Advice
Feelin’ Hot Hot Hot: Sex And The Summer
He Keeps Losing his Erection…

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
A Bruised HNT
Brunette sucks off 3 Guys in office back room
Candice Swanepoel Looking Hot in Lingerie
Footsie
Free Sexy Videos
Free Videos: Spread legs humiliating caning for delighful babe in shame and pain.
HNT- Nightie Night
Hot Twins spanking in FREE sex chat video
Impertinent Question: What’s Up with the Male G-Spot?
Last Night…..
Marlena - Dream Girl
Mz Berlin Is Fierce In This Demask Corset And Fishnet Stockings

Voting ends July 3nd, so get your votes in early!

The best example is Sebastian and I - our sexual relationship turned into quite a fun, sexy, interesting story. There is a definite beginning, growth, change, learning, and what I’m assuming is a definite end, (even if that jerk does still have my copy of “The Joy of Lex” and “Brokeback Mountain. Oh, I’ll get them back. I never let a book slip away, not since I lent out my first copy of “The 48 Law of Power”)

This is something I always sort of noticed. I often lay back and think about the paths, threads and stories that make up my life.

Paths are always the most fascinating, in my opinion. They lead to ‘what ifs?’, which are also fun. For example - what if I never moved in with Daniel and Thing 1? I would have never met Lily, never have met Jefferson or gone to his parties, never started blogging, never met Nix…my life may have gone a completely different way, and I’ll never know how it might have gone.

Another path I often think about has nothing to do with sex. My grandparents owned a bakery.  It was always sort of assumed that it would stay in the family, that someone would take it over. But my mother had a job and kids and my dad had no interest, and my uncle didn’t want to do it either, so when my grandparents finally wanted to retire, they sold the bakery.  And sometimes, I wonder what would have happened if they waited a few more years. I probably would have gone to school for business, instead of mortuary science, and taken over the bakery myself, because I thought it ought to stay in the family. My grandparents owned that bakery most of their lives, and before them, my grandfather’s father owned a bakery.

What if? What if I did run the bakery? Where would I be now? Definitely not here! I’d be working 12 hours days making cakes and cookies and deliciousness. My little sister would probably work with me on weekends and in the summers.  I’d be a hell of a lot more of a grown up, but I wouldn’t know anyone that I do now.

I wonder, what if I went and got my Bachelor’s degree right after I got my Associates? What if I had kept on with school? Where would I be then?  What if my brain were normal, and I wasn’t depressed as a kid?

Or little things. What if I hadn’t read “Forbidden Flowers” when I was 12? What if I had never heard of Anne Rice? What if I hadn’t become a goth kid? What if I hadn’t heard that song or read that book that shaped my life in a way I didn’t know? What if I was able to pronouce Maria’s last name properly when I was 7? Would I have talked to her, and would we have become best friends?

What if I never dated Jordin? Would I have met Elizabeth?

Sometimes, it drives me crazy to think of all this, but what can you do? Asking what if is a part of human nature.

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HIV man wanted Viagra for safe sex - The Age

“…Neal admitted in 2001 that he sometimes had unsafe sex and that in 2003 he asked the department to pay for his Viagra. “(Neal) stated that he was having trouble maintaining erections with condoms and if we wanted him to continue having safe sex then the department should pay for Viagra.”"

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Spike in School’s Pregnancies Leads to Report That Some Resulted From Girls’ Pact - NYTimes.com

“At least 17 girls at the public high school in the seaside town of Gloucester, Mass., are expecting babies, and a Time magazine report says nearly half became pregnant after making a pact to do so and raise the children together.”

Shit, my friends and I couldn’t even agree on the best way to raise a Tamagotchi, let alone a child!

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Mini-me Sex Tape

What? Little people fuck too. But seriously, famous people? Unless you are Johnny Depp, stop filming this shit. Most of you are not hot enough to make a sex tape worth my while. Johnny Depp is. He can film a sex tape.

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Gaywashed! - Via Boinkology

An article produced by Reuters on California same-sex couples about to marry for the third time, profiled bisexual same-sex couple Lindasusan Ulrich and Emily Drennen who were openly bi in their interview. But the word bisexual was omitted from the article and the title published was “Three’s a charm? Gay California couples wed again” and begins “For many California gays and lesbians, getting married is nothing new. They’ve done it more than once — to the same person.”

Yeah, see, some of us say bisexual because, you know, WE MEAN IT! My best friend Elizabeth is marrying a woman, Cookie. Cookie is a lesbian. She doesn’t like men, only women. Elizabeth is bisexual. She likes men AND women. See how that works there?

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The Toy Society

The Toy Society is a small project spreading the love throughout the streets. Nothing to it really just a bunch of handmade toys made by The Toy Society looking for a nice home.

Should you come across a member of The Toy Society on your travels collect them up and take them home with you! But don’t forget to let us know about it here.

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Man Pleads Guilty to Theft of Sex Toys

A Springfield man accused of breaking into three novelty stores to steal sex toys has entered a surprise guilty plea.

This reminds me of a theft out in a mall on Long Island when I was working there - a man broke into Cookie Wookie and stole $300 worth of cookies.

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The Way To A Man’s Heart: A Play in One Act - Baser Instincts

ME: Cupcakes or cookies? You’ll have to pick one.

HIM: Well then, I guess you’ll only get one orgasm.

(Yeah, he was a cocky son of a bitch. And rightfully so, as I’d find out later.)

ME: Wait the original deal was cupcakes for a rubdown. We’re just substituting cookies for cupcakes. Terms for sex haven’t been named yet.

HIM: We’re not negotiating sex, we’re negotiating multiple orgasms.

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Fun With Light Sabers - Cinephilia

Video fun with light sabers!

The winner will recieve a boxed set of the Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by Anne Rice, and 30 free minutes of porn!

Who will it be? Essin ‘Em? Or Sakura Sarashi? It is up to you!

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Beneath His Hand - Sakura Sarashi

I awoke with a feeling similar to that I had as a child on my birthday. Anticipation of what is to come and fright that I may not like it. How would I react if this were not what I wanted? Would the remorse show on my face like it does when I am overcome with joy? I decided to put it out of my mind as I got up from the bed and put on my clothes. I dressed slowly, taking into account all that he wrote in the letter. I wore a knee length skirt and a top that didn’t fit too snugly. Not your typical outfit for me. I normally wear just enough to keep you guessing, but not too much. I don’t like being ignored in a crowd. And it’s easy for people to ignore me. I am a small girl, with a small voice, and even smaller breasts. I fixed a small breakfast of fruit and had a glass of juice. I’d hoped he’d fill me later. Then I gathered my things and left my dank basement apartment.

I caught the train and waited for him at the park. I knew I wouldn’t be okay with meeting him at his house and was relieved to hear that wasn’t his plan. When he arrived he was shorter than I had expected and smelled of smoke and coffee. He wore a leather jacket, white shirt, and black jeans. We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. The space between my legs jumped when he finally addressed me. His voice was calm and meticulous as he told me to get up and walk to the men’s bathroom nearby. When I approached the men’s room I could feel my face redden with embarrassment. There were joggers around getting water and cooling off. I could feel their eyes on me as I entered the wrong bathroom, but he gave me specific instructions and I was not about to falter this early on.

When I entered the bathroom the men inside looked at me with shock, like a herd of deer in headlights, but I passed them all and entered the last stall per his instructions. I lifted my skirt and knelt down over the toilet, door open, ass in the air. I could feel my clit swell with impatience, longing for him to enter the stall and satiate the hunger radiating between my thighs. I took off my top, as he instructed, and tied it around my eyes. As I lay across the seat of the toilet, cunt pointed towards the ceiling, I could feel the hands begin to grope. I knew they couldn’t be his as they were too soft.

The hands bound mine to the toilet with rope and I could feel its roughness against my wrists. The hands placed a bit gag made of hemp rope between my teeth and a handkerchief in my left hand, which was to be dropped if I wanted the scene to end. There I was, ass high and bound to a smelly toilet in the park with no way to see or speak. I had no idea who could be watching or where he was. A low growl escaped my lips as the anticipation grew and my pussy began to drip. I could hear a man grunting nearby and I imagined he was readying himself to come on my supple backside. The thought made me even hotter and I wished my hands weren’t tied so I could touch myself.

After a few moments I heard steps approaching and someone entered the stall. A hand reached around and caressed my cheek and I could smell that it belonged to him. Those rough hands, they left my cheek and came down hard onto my ass. Once, twice, a third time and then over and over. I could feel my skin redden and my clit swell with each slap. He commanded me to be his with each and every blow to my bottom and I realized at that moment, that it was the happiest I’d ever been. This stranger, smelling of smoke, brought me more joy in one afternoon than all the men with whom I’d had relationships. Years and years of searching and I’d found what I was looking for, here in this filthy bathroom kneeling over and tied to a cold toilet, beneath his hand.

Ryan walked into the room, grabbed him by his shaggy hair, pulled his head back, and kissed him roughly. His teeth yanked on his lips as they pulled away, and Jake felt the coppery taste of blood in his mouth.

“Strip and bend over.” Ryan’s voice broke through the silence like a whip, and Jake took no time in removing his shirt and jeans.
“All of it.” More hesitant, Jake slid his boxer briefs down in his legs, kicking them to the side rather than letting them pool in a pile on the floor. He bent over the billiard table, spread his hands across the green felt.

Smack. The sound of palm hitting ass resonated in the empty bar. Jake held his ground. Smack. Again, and again, Ryan laid his hand across Jake’s ass, pressing him into the hard wooden edge of the table. The edge wasn’t the only hard wood in the room, and Ryan smirked as he walked around the table to observe his boy. He made it back around to the edge of the table, and the spanking started up again. Ryan would rub Jake’s ass, lovingly, gently, and then lay a hard smack upon it. Smack.

Taking a break, he reached into his pocket, grabbing a bottle of lube. “You will take me, all the way. And you will not move, and not make a noise until I tell you that you are allowed to do so.” As Ryan lubed up a finger, and slowly inserted it into the hole in front of him, Jake shivered, but didn’t move or say a word. Two fingers. His body shudder slightly at the sensation, but there was not a sound from between his lips. Three fingers. In and out. A slight moan escaped his lips; the fingers were pulled out and Smack. Without a pause, they were back in his ass, working their way in and out.

Moments later, Jake heard the sound of Ryan’s fly being unzipped, and the click of the cap from the lube. He braced himself as Ryan was poised behind him, ready to enter. Slowly, centimeters at a time, Ryan penetrated Jake, at such a speed that Jake almost begged him to be fucked, but remembered the gag rule just in time. Finally, all the way in, Ryan started moving back and forth slowly, eventually picking up speed. He leaned over, close to Jake’s ear, and told him “good boy. Now you can move and make as much noise as you want.” Then he reached around with a lube hand, grabbed Jake’s cock and started jerking him off. Jake started grunting, and pushing back into Ryan. Seconds later, he came, his come drenching the age-old walnut of the table. Ryan kept fucking him, and shortly, he groaned as he climaxed. He pulled out, took off and tied up the condom, and tossed it.

Grabbing Jake by the hair, he pulled him close. “Same time, same place, next week?” Jake nodded as much as he could with Ryan’s fingers entwined in his mane. Pushing him back on the table, Ryan walked out the front door as Jake gathered his pile of clothes, and went back to cleaning the bar.