Monday, June 30, 2008

Sugasm #138

Marlena courtesy of Badgirl’s Hotbox.


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 #139? 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

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


Cunt Sucking. Confession #75

Dirty Girl

The education of Ava

Foot fantasy

Fucking the blonde on the beach-2

Good slave


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


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


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


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



Thursday, June 26, 2008

Pansexuality: Love is Everything

As I've been trying to find my own sexual identity, its been a path of discovery and self truth; love is everywhere and can be found in everyone, no matter their gender or persuasion.

Love comes in every color and creed; my digital art w/ my photo.

In the 60's they had free love, in the 70's they had swinging, in the 80's everyone buttoned up because of the AIDS scare and in the 90's be-condomed teenagers fucked in their basements while Nirvana played in the background. The now is something different.

More or less, people are coming out as their most true selves, the gay, the bi, the straight, the genderqueer, the transgendered, the transsexual and people have been forced to deal with all this information and all of these options as a potential identity.

I was raised with the belief that you should love and respect everyone, no matter their physical disability, their sexual persuasions or their race or creed, I was raised in love. My mother always just wanted me to be happy and when at thirteen I told her I had dreams of having sex with women, she smiled and said that I shouldn't worry because I should just do whatever it was I wanted to do and feel however I should to find my own happiness.

I am filled with love to the bursting point.

Ever since I was a little girl I was always the one who made friends with the boy who was pushed down in the playground, his knees bloodied and tears streaming down his face; I would be the one to hold out her hand and show him acceptance and love. I am the girl who would pick up a conversation with the new girl in school, just to make the frown leave her face as she sat alone at lunch. I am the girl who hugged her best friend when the guys on the football team teased him for being gay and punched him, his cheek bruised and tears streaming down his face.

There is no person on Earth with a loving heart that I would exclude from my friendship based on the social strata or rules. I have never followed a vanilla path in life and have always held an open mind that has been shocked by little. I feel life is an experience that needs to be milked for all that it has, and to exclude anyone, any thing, any activity or preclusion would be denying my passion for life.

I am a blank slate for experience and I intend to get my money's worth. :)

So staying in this vein, my mind has wandered around figuring out my own sexuality, given the fact that I have experienced much in the way of diversity with the two sexes and what you can do with your body and the bodies of others; I have come to conclusion that I never have to make up my mind.

I can live as I see fit.

My best friend said something fantastic as he introduced me to a friend of his at a party a few weeks ago. In the gay community, if someone is introduced to you and it isn't obvious from the starting point, they ask you what your sexual persuasion is,
"What are you?

Its a common question, and Im not offended by it but it always stumps me. Am I gay? Am I straight? Am I bi? Am I a purple people eater?

When I failed to be able to answer, my friend stepped in a said,

"She's pansexual!"

I laughed and then so did my newly introduced friend,

"Thats gorgeous! Nice to meet you."

I've thought about it during these past few weeks and I have to say, its absolutely true. I wouldn't deny the love of someone that I was attracted to because of their gender identity or their persuasion; if its love, its love.

Pansexuality literally means, to love or be attracted to humans. Yes, humans in general, barring sex, gender, persuasion and hardware. To really love and be turned on by anyone.

Thats not to say that I wouldn't turn away from a certain fetish, because god knows you can't be into everything and its not to say that every single person who walks down the street turn me on, but I wouldn't exclude you from my realm of possibility because of whats in your panties (or even what used to be in your panties), but based on a person, I could never judge or shun; its just not me.

So based on this discovery, if I fell for a post-op transgendered girl, I wouldn't break it off upon finding out about her past. If she was living her life honest to her own soul and her own passion then who am I to stop loving her?

So I guess that makes me an equal opportunity slut, doesn't it?


Its always been so hard for me to understand whats going on in the minds of those who judge and shun and hurt those who are different from them. I get that they fear what they don't understand and also that people are raised with not so open minded beliefs by their families but once one becomes an adult and sees that gender and sexual persuasion are not things that you should hold against others, wouldn't they open up?

How could so many feel so much hatred?

I think of two mantras when I think of how people should live, The Golden Rule: "Treat others as you would like to be treated." and "All men are created equal." Why can't they be true in all the minds of the entire populace?

Its something I may never understand, but for my life and my contribution, I have only love for everyone and anyone.


Thursday, June 19, 2008

Night Ride: Trigger's Bike

After figuring that single life is not as bad as everyone says (I am young after all, so life is not quite so disparaging alone) and decided to take the call of an old love of mine: Trigger.

Its the middle of the night, but I'm thinking there's an adventure here that's up for having.

Trying on Trigger's stylish glasses, while sitting on him no less( and yes, its blurry...on purpose).


A little more than two years ago I took his virginity and even wrote a memoir on it, entitled "Garçon Virgin". We had a bit of drop out when I broke it off with him rather early and then nearly immediately picked up with Gadget, his heart was bruised as he thought I had been unfaithful. We began speaking a little over a year ago and have remained steadfast friends.

I always imagine (erroneously) that men don't feel as much as women do emotionally and therefore I act sort of callous sometimes, thinking that they're not affected, that they'll get it and move it. It isn't always so and our history is rife with this mistake of mine. There was a misunderstanding that has since been healed and I now consider him to be among my best friends.

We're much the same with some crucial differences and he surprises me at times. I'm the wild one, while he's more reserved but with an insane sense of humor. He doesn't always seem like the one to make spur of the moment decisions. So when I heard he had purchased a motorcycle I knew I had to be the first on its saddle behind him, rushing through the night, neon crashing past. When he dials me up I get on the line and say,

"I know its late but drive up on your bike and I'll take a ride with you, you have to inaugurate it. How hot would it be to have a chick sit on the back with a skirt on?"

After he agrees I can just imagine him jumping on the bike and zipping up to my house, his helmet black and shiny against the metro backdrop of cement and the occasional palm tree.

He stands in my drive way, his helmet on his head, and in his hands he holds another out for me. I'm afraid of the unfamiliar; I'm used to Harleys but a Japanese crotch rocket? I'm intimidated.

I pop on after his assurances:

"Yes, you still look like a girl with the helmet on."


"Yes, it's safe. Well, safe enough.",


"No, your boobs won't get cold, my body will block it cuz you're holding on to me."

A girl does have her concerns that need to be calmed before jumping onto a yellow death cruiser weighing half a ton in the middle of the night. I'm adventurous as hell, but theres always a few moments of trepidation to deal with before something new.

Trigger on his yellow crotch rocket: Night Ride.

The bike grumbles its way furiously on and my hands tense, gripping the front of his jacket to keep from flying off into the abyss. The night is deserted and private, the city streets seemingly abandoned. We fly on for an hour before stopping to rest and have a bit of time to chat. So we pick the beach and sit on some rocks at the shoreline.

The night is magic, theres a storm out over the ocean giving us a gorgeous display of light in a big cloud hovering over the water miles away. A meteorite crosses the sky in a sparkling arch even and before I realize the time is creeping toward the morning hours, he kisses me and we make an agreement to see where things may go.

The ride back is romance, his arms pressed down hard on my arms as I hold onto him, and he even takes my hand in his as he slips the bike down the road, his huge black gloved hand completely dominating mine, gripping it tight.

He's changed and those changes turn me on; I haven't changed and he loves that.


The next morning I awake terrified at what has transpired, Why on Earth would I get back into a relationship when I just got out of one? I mean its only been like three days since I broke it off with Gadget, am I out of my mind? I'm not a happy monogamous person, I need the freedom and spontaneity of being my own object.

I go through my day worried that I've made an awful mistake, my body thinking of the shivers he gave me when he kissed me right before he left me, the sun coming up in my window.

I have a sick feeling in my stomach when I realize that I want to call him, want to talk to him, want to see him, and most of all I want him to kiss me again with those big, soft lips of his. Maybe it could be a real little crush? Maybe it just wasn't the romance of a motorcycle ride to the beach and the glory of that clear night.

Thats what scares me the most.

When I see him again I just feel comfort and I want him to take the initiative in kissing me, taking my hand but he doesn't, he's out of touch with the fact that I need his dominance. If not whips and chains and a collar then just him taking the reigns for the evening out.

The dinner is great, the movie sucks but the making out later on my bed is great. His mouth is soft though he's kissing with a little too much strength, but its lovely. I don't disapprove when he slips his hand under my skirt, and I still don't when his hand strays to my panties, his fingertips lingering over the warmest spot.

He amuses himself by skimming his fingertips just over my slit while kissing me slowly on the jaw, his lips soft and warm. He must have decided it had been a long while since he had slipped his mouth around my kitten so he lowered himself over me and after kissing me on the lips quickly, he slid all the way down my body, gently lifting my thighs and letting them slip around his shoulders, my feet pressed to his back. My feelings of anticipation were killing me, my pulse beat a loudly as the rain outside and my throat was tight with longing.

The first sloppy, wet slither of his tongue brought back all the memories of his cunnilingus skills straight into my cortex, my hands grasping the covers tightly. I'm awaiting quick bliss.

The one thing I have to say about Trigger is that he has hands down the best oral skills of anyone I've ever been with in bed. He can make me come in seconds if he so desires, his big lips sealed around my kitten while his quaking tongue makes a habit of sliding up and down all fat and sassy on the most inner folds of me. Even from the first moments of his labors, my body is rap with sensation all down my legs to my toes, my breath hard to control.

So Trigger really can do some good work inside my panties, thats for sure.

I take a deep breath to calm myself and zone into his attentions, feeling him working me to a very fast, energetic orgasm with seemingly no effort but with total rapt passion. It hits me soft and smooth and powerful, his mouth gentle against me and my body bucking like spastic prayer. I shout out his name in earnest whether out of adoration or as a surrender to his devices.

My eyes fail to open by my own will and I have to instead wait until they'll open of their own volition. His kisses to my inner thighs sweeten my after-glow, the soft wet sound of them reaching my ears like a gift.

I sigh and he hears it and knows my appreciation: he's good like that.

I'm all giddy with the joy of it and the joy of revisiting this great moment with him and wondering what the hell I'm getting myself into when he pulls on my hand, looks up at me and says,

"Ready for a second one?"

His lips take no time in finding me again and I giggle quietly to myself and resign myself to just living for the moment and seeing where this journey takes me.


Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Sugasm #136

Nun porn courtesy of Catalina Says.

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 #137? 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

“Frozen, I wait for your next move.”

Balanced on the tip of my tongue
“Pushing her into the bedroom, I stripped her bare swiftly, laid her out on the bed.”

Impertinent Question: Do You Enjoy Spanking?
“That’s what we call Wednesday night!”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
The Source of All Waters

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.)

BDSM & Fetish
He loves me
Intimacy and BDSM
The Lilith Obsession, Part the First
Mr. and Mrs. Kink’s Unbelievably Good Sex Last Night
Online Auction Snafu - F/m Spanking Pics
Other World Kingdom visit - Part 7
r’s naughty thoughts on submission, fetishes, and enemas
Vacation story
Weekends. part 1
Why I’ve Never Gone To A Pro-Domme..Why I Might Someday

Sex & Politics
Condoms for Everybody! No?
To Choke a Chicken

Erotic Writing and Experiences
3 days, 3 guys (Part 1)
Catalina loves Oral Sex With Mr. F

A Day at the Fair
Hot Hotel Bang: Key West
In Which Penny Receives Kisses That Exceed Expectations
My Usual Friday
Proudly fucked at the pride

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
And the Award for Most Beautiful Breasts in the World Goes To…
Fetish Model Charlotte Brooke In Serious Encasement, Full Enclosure, Gas Mask Scene
January Seraph in Corset and Collar
Half-Nekkid in a New Corset
I Love Amsterdam girls alone on video
Kim Sharma Looking Sexy in Chemise and Tiny Shorts
Live hidden Carmen gets wet in Zoo Promo
Making Porn With Nikki On The Lord’s Day
Mz. Berlin In The Sun With The Family
One Tuff Babe -HNT
Sex And The Kitty
Toy Time

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Asian Fetish Model Jandi Lin, Sarah Jane Ceylon,and Mistress Claire Adams Get Fucked Up On Device Bondage
Book Review: Jenny Block’s Open
German Porn
I Can’t Stand “Sex And The City”
PullJoy© Book Review: Don’t Use My Sweater Like a Towel
Review of Astro Vibe
Sex News Roundup

Sex Work
Princess Back Online!!

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Desire Its Cascading Flaming Passion to a trickling flicker
Finishing with a Bang
Letting Go
Shopping basket
Why do you Love “The City” So Much(with a twist to the story)??

Sex Advice
The sofa-sexual masturbator: couch copulation and furniture fucking examined.


Thursday, June 12, 2008

Gone, Gadget, Gone

So once and for all, Gadget is gone and I find myself single once again and shockingly, my world hasn't fallen apart in fact, I feel free and liberated. Life is mine alone again.

Warning: doctored stock photo

After two years and two almost-break ups, Gadget and I are over due to me dropping a box of his belongings on my lawn and calling him to tell him he better pick it up. It was the nice thing to do on my part though, as it seemed like any minute it would be raining. Aren't I a doll?

It really wasn't all that dramatic, but it did happen. He picked up his box on the grass and dropped his key to my place in my mailbox. I was crying in the shower at the time but since, I haven't cried a drop and its only been three days. I know it's easy for me now because I've known for a long time that he wasn't what I wanted and it took some willpower to kick me into action and also a choice opinion from him to change my mind about him completely.

Don't you just hate when you learn something about someone you thought you knew down to their bones and it completely changes your opinion of them? Well, that happened along with all of the other mounting pressures from within.

I feel like I'm in a good place and that all this love lies ahead of me, not only with other people, but with myself and my future. I'm thinking about getting a job at a big newspaper, thinking about moving and thinking seriously about my sexuality.

Like before, am I or aren't I? Who knows but I have all this time to figure it out.

I'm sort of sickened that I'm so comfortable and not a mess after ending a two year relationship, shouldn't I feel more? All I can think of is how great it is that I'm single. It feels like flying.

I am sad for the end of it and he was a great love of mine who I'll never forget for as long as I live but his time was over and I feel it's a good thing, a very good thing.

After all, you don't need other people kicking you down who say they love you. This end is a new beginning.


Thursday, June 05, 2008

Hot Hotel Bang: Key West

I can only think of one thing more cliche in the world of sensuality than champagne on ice next to the bed, and that is champagne on ice next to a hotel bed.

Let's just call this, "Admittance".

So, with that being said, this past weekend was our pre-summer mini break to Key West, FL.

For those who haven't been, Key West is like a super tropical version of New Orleans and is renowned for being pirate central back in it's hey day. Now its kind of turned into a mecca for vacationing college students who want to get drunk on high priced watered down cocktails.

Its kind of sad to think of it that way seeing how much I love it but thats the basic outside perception. Once you're there however, its aura just takes you in, Victorian houses for the mid 1800's surrounding you and all of the history of it just envelops you.

Gadget and I drove all day until we were cross-eyed from driving for over three hours in a two lane road stuck between various keys and the ocean. Hey but here's the bright side, as the sign at its beginning told us, theres only been 14 fatalities this year, so its looking up! ((rolls eyes))

The moisture and heat of the air there once I got out of the car just hugged me all over like an old friend. I peered out at the ocean just across the road and I felt at peace. We checked in and marveled at our suite looking out over the big blue and sat to ponder our luck.

Gadget decided to lie down and soon he was asleep so I called my friend Babs who I've met on previous pilgrimages down to the Island and she told me to get my butt down to the old part of town for a round of drinks.

Five rounds later I was stumbling up the stairs to the room, giggling secretly to myself. How much better can you get in life than having your favorite cocktail and swimming in a pool that once you look in the direction of the horizon looks like its blending into the ocean only ten feet away? Nothing pretty much, and I'm not even a huge lover of tropical vacations having lived all my life in touristy towns.

I realized Gadget wasn't in the room but shrugged my shoulders, as he knew where I had been and knew I was coming back. I pushed my way into the room and immediately hopped into the shower to save my highlights from the chlorinated pool water. The shower was like a princesses' dream, all done in dark marble and the whole front made of glass with a warm recessed light crowning it. A few moments later I heard a click and knew he was back from whatever quest he had been on. I smiled as he crossed the bathroom, mouth open looking at me,

"Hey baby. What ya doin in there?"

I smiled as I realized that ot even by his own volition, his sub conscious mind had sent him to the task of undressing. Thats the problem with men, you give them a taste and they want the whole meal.

"I'm just waiting for you." I said slowly while soaping up with a fluffy washcloth.

His kiss was hot and needy when his lips met mine, his hands soft yet barely controlled as he slid them around my soapy waist, cradling me.

He ducked himself under the shower's cascade while I soaped his chest, my mind fuzzy in my tipsy state. I grabbed my bottle of baby oil on a whim and squirted his more manly appendage before letting my hand wander there as well. This pushed him into a very, how shall I say this? Uncontrollable state.

With his body he pushed me into the corner of the shower, my back meeting the chilled marble as his mouth was a fire on mine. I moaned into our kiss as his hand went south and shocked me with its insistence. My voice was breathy as I spoke,

"Let me turn around for you babe."

And placing my hands in front of me while bending over, he got the message and filled me completely. The heat of the water pouring down his chest and over my ass combined with the heat of him moving so earnestly drove me nearly to tears, all the while his voice soft and insistent behind me,

"Oh my god baby, you're so gorgeous, oh my god."

A girl always loves platitudes when shes getting fucked in the shower.

My wet hair hung around my face as I stared at my hands with fingers splayed against the marble in front of me, seemingly holding onto dear life as with each thrust my feet slid to and fro. I smiled to myself and hoped to god I didn't fall and get my head cracked open, what an embarrassing crime-scene: ass up in a hotel shower covered in baby oil. I have to laugh at that.

I eased my way up and disengaging from Gadget, I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting him kiss me movie-style. I began drying myself, much to his chagrin, but once I gave him that look, he didn't waste time in following me to the bedroom where I was already bent over and ready for him.

I let my mind slide all over as he worked against me, my moans coming ragged and heated. What would make this moment even better? I looked back over my shoulder at him and said in a small, provocative voice,

Hey babe, you want to do bum?" It's our code word for "anal" because I just can never bring myself to say that word out loud. He moaned his assent and went go burrow around for lube in his bag while I waited, ass up in the air, my chin resting on my arms.

I can't really explain the exact pleasure I receive from this sort of sex, but its just like nothing else. I know I'm probably abandoning my fellow females in saying that its the most pleasurable penetration to me and it can always drive me over the edge. Call my dirty, call me perverted but never call me unexplored nor unsatisfied.

As I came that night, while he was making love to me in that most taboo way and put stars in my eyes, I realized something; bliss is bliss no matter how its achieved.


When I woke up in the morning with the ocean to greet me from the windows and tears in my eyes from the most awful nightmare of my life thus far, I thanked god that I was in paradise at least.

If thats confusing to you, just think of what it felt like to be me in that moment.