Boys will be girls and girls will be boys, at least if given half a chance and a modicum of imagination. And maybe a tube of lube, an understanding spouse, a pair of lacy panties, and a very patient cabdriver. Everyone has wondered what it's like on the nether side of the gender fence, and today's round-up of the best sex bloggers are taking a leap over that fence, rolling around in the green grass and finding it's very good indeed.
Take your lipstick and strapon harness in hand and join Chelsea Girl around the bend. (Er, we mean after the jump.)
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Chelsea Girl
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I squeeze the bottle of lube at the top of your ass and let it run down to your puckered hole. I run my nails up and down lubing you up, prepping you to be my whore. I let my nails rake across your balls. I grab your fat cock and rub lube on it. It is hard. I can feel the heat coming off your cock and balls. I then lube my night stick up, turning the power on low. I rub it up and down your crack.
You moan softly, knowing anything spoken could piss me off further. You know you have pushed me too far one too many times.
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After we went to bed and started getting each other excited, she told me she was very disappointed with me. She'd been nice enough to let me wear her new red dress, but I hadn't hung it up properly and she'd found it in a heap on the closet floor. The rest of the clothes I'd borrowed were piled up on her dresser. She threatened not to let me borrow her clothes anymore and talked about all the things I would need to do for mommy to make it up to her. The entire time we were making love she described how she would turn me over her knee and spank me with a wooden spoon until I was crying like the weak little sissy I am. How my little red ass would be so sore I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.
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The following is an homage to the Greek mortal Leda, lover of Zeus, who transformed her into a swan to shield her from Hera's jealous suspicion. Drawn and penned as a gift to make me smile and more, I'm honoured and delighted even if I can't help feeling like an undeserving, complacent and under-worked muse (do muses work?). It's luscious and explicit; pornographically artistic or artistically pornographic, whichever you prefer.
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I pushed my pants further down my legs, and pulled her wet lips off of my dick. I grabbed my knees and pulled them back to my chest. I scooted my ass over so that I was exposed, ass on the seat, legs in the air to her. I had a deep thought:
Were she really nasty, she would rim me in the back of the cab.
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It's particularly unexpected that in these stirring daydreams my sensation-imagination is focused on the cock. That is, my cock. I mean a real cock. Slippery-sliding in and out, in and out of the wet warm grip of pussy flesh. Encircled tightly by well-lubed ass. Embedded deeply in his or her throat, riding on the pleasure-wave of a highly skilled tongue. My attention shifts from one cock to another, arousal rising with the quivering contractions of each fantasied orifice.
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