26 January 2009
listening/feeling
i yearn to hear your almost silent post-coital breath and feel the relaxation slip back into you.
Sugasm 157
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 #158? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
A 2009 Wish For Smut Writers
“Sex bloggers are on the cusp of what I see as being a new kind of sexual revolution.”
“I enjoy teaching others how to explore that aspect of themselves.”
Overtaken
“He kissed the side of my neck, sweeping my long hair out of the way, working his mouth across the side of my neck to press little bites along my collarbone.”
Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts
Editor’s Choice
21 January 2009
switch
this feels foreign, our positions are switched.
today, we stand facing the mirror and her eyes peek over my shoulder. i, me, myself am full frame in the mirror, but those are most certainly not my hands exploring my body. i watch these magic fingers (seemingly sans body) undress me bit by bit, button by button, tweaking my nipples, carving their way about my torso. i'm on cruise control, my hands grab her ass and hold her tight to mine, and she grinds, she grinds, oh oh, she grinds me.
she's doing the full exterior braille view of my trousers, and i approve, oh, do i approve. shirt is removed, belt is unbuckled, and the zip is unzipped, very, very slowly (she's the devil, that must it, she's the devil.) her hands trace their way around my underwear,and i'm thankful that i wore the tight ones, today, because this is too delicious for words, her hands meandering here, pausing there, teasing here. i watch myself being revealed to myself (guys don't do this full mirror viewing much, you know. at least, this guy doesn't.) i am having the time of my life, her nails here, her lips there, teeth grazing here and all of her is taking me in, all of her is taking me in. my shorts slide down, her hands on me, her body tight against mine. i want to erupt, but i don't want to, not yet, this can go on for a long, long, long time.
the games have begun, let the games continue.
today, we stand facing the mirror and her eyes peek over my shoulder. i, me, myself am full frame in the mirror, but those are most certainly not my hands exploring my body. i watch these magic fingers (seemingly sans body) undress me bit by bit, button by button, tweaking my nipples, carving their way about my torso. i'm on cruise control, my hands grab her ass and hold her tight to mine, and she grinds, she grinds, oh oh, she grinds me.
she's doing the full exterior braille view of my trousers, and i approve, oh, do i approve. shirt is removed, belt is unbuckled, and the zip is unzipped, very, very slowly (she's the devil, that must it, she's the devil.) her hands trace their way around my underwear,and i'm thankful that i wore the tight ones, today, because this is too delicious for words, her hands meandering here, pausing there, teasing here. i watch myself being revealed to myself (guys don't do this full mirror viewing much, you know. at least, this guy doesn't.) i am having the time of my life, her nails here, her lips there, teeth grazing here and all of her is taking me in, all of her is taking me in. my shorts slide down, her hands on me, her body tight against mine. i want to erupt, but i don't want to, not yet, this can go on for a long, long, long time.
the games have begun, let the games continue.
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