Unfortunately, the family emergency from last week is now a family loss.
Give me a few days.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Family stuff
Sorry, I had the ruminations of a post this week, but a family emergency has taken up a lot of my time.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Sugasm #97
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 #98? 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
The Manifesto of the Cuntcentric Hedonist
“I’m not being selfish, I’m being altruistic when I open my legs and offer my body up.”
No reservations, part 4
“By this time, said balls felt twice their normal size and very full.”
Sex Work And Religion: The Violent Priest
“We were to seduce one of the young ladies in the church’s choir.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
JBS Underwear
Editor’s Choice
The Top 10 Reasons to avoid “Pregnancy & Sex” bulletin boards
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
BDSM & Fetish
Bending Over……Another Erotic Tale of “Him”
Dinner with Amy
Fetish Film - Master Sessions - Mia (Master, Bondage, BDSM, Forced Orgasm)
Friday Night
I don’t know if i am strong enough for this….
My Checkered Past: Motorcycle Black Madonna Two-Wheeled Gypsy Queen
The story behind a spanking drawing
Sugarbutch Star: Jennifer
Sunday Caning
Fantasy: The Terminal
Watching hardcore collection Richard
Sex Work
Dumb emails I have received
OK, So Here’s The Thing…
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Come here
The desert
Half-Nekkid and Jilling Off
Jackhammer of love
My Office
Oil, Water and Skin
Oiled and running smoothly
The Open Door
Tingling
Tit for Tat and a Taste of That
Sex News & Reviews
Polyamory Conferences and Events
Watch the Video Trailer for Hegre Art’s First DVD Release
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Brothel story I
Inquiring Minds Want to Know
Most MFM Threesomes Don’t Turn Out Like This
Perhaps one day this will happen to you…
Sex & Politics
Accepting the fact that kids are gonna get it on
Let’s laugh at these fagots
NSFW Pics & Videos
Catalina loves Half-Nekkid-Tuesday (the Other HNT)
Half-Nekkid One-Night Stand
Pirate Hooker Baby - You Asked For It, You Got it
Rope Rookie
Thursday, September 13, 2007
My Office
My life has been quite busy the last few weeks. More busy than I wish it were. Thankfully in about 3 months this degree is completely done, and I can start the next phase of my life. If that phase goes well, it will get me out of this place and where I want to be.
Fortunately however, things have been going well for the wanking aspects of my life. I have found many opportunities, the travelling parent's presence hasn't hindered as much as expected (and they go away again quite soon) and after a brief period of feeling unhorny, things are back to normal.
The shared room at uni is a bit of a misnomer, no one else uses it. This is great because you get your pick of the computers, have space to spread out papers and can act as though it is your own office. It is tucked away on campus and is really private. Only problem is it is a converted lab and has a security camera watching your every move. I'm just not game.
I walk into the room to see one of the techs playing with the camera. Who informs me that the administration is trying to simplify things and cutting down on cameras makes something cheaper. So my camera has disappeared.
The next day I am undecided about wanking on campus, there are just so many people around. But I decide to go prepared. I skip the underpants for this day, if only for the comfort factor. I get there, and notice that ever since I had got dressed that morning I was hard. The eye candy around the place was certainly helping the situation.
I tried to do some work, but I just couldn't concentrate. Whenever I would get sucked into writing a paragraph, my penis would send signals to my brain reminding it about the fantastic opportunity in front of me.
After 2 hours of this mental cold war between the 2 impulses I caved. In all actuality, I think the parts I wrote in that time were some of the best I have written so far this year. So maybe this is a way to get my thesis written sooner.
I lock the door and settle back into my chair. I can feel my penis head starting to poke its way out of the foreskin and rub along the seam in my jeans. I unzip my fly carefully, any male will tell you the zipper can be the worst foe your penis will have to contend with. A layer of protective fabric from underpants means you can do this with haste. And after the first time you make the critical error without underpants, you are forever cautious.
I can see a tiny strand of pre-cum stretch out and collapse as I pull my jeans away. There is no porn at university. Well, there is, but you would be a fool to use the network for that. So I think of the girl I walked behind all the way from the car park. She wore tight navy dress pants. I could see the outline of her panties, not complete panties, but not a thong, some sort of hybrid that followed the subtle curve of her ass. I only got a momentary glance of her small breasts from the side, but the associated nipples were standing to attention through her white t-shirt. This was not it. Her hair was the longest I have seen. If she tilted her head back, she could have made the tip of her longest hair reach the small of her back. Lemon scented soap sealed the image.
I'll bet she had a name that was very pleasant on the ears, like Emily.
I wished Emily were in my office and I could see her skin. That was the one part I saw very little of. Was she tanned? Tanned all over? Tanned all over? Maybe she is an indoors type. Is her skin smooth, or not? Was she particular about hair or not? One could think that the flowing hair on her head would say something about her pubic hair. Then again, she might like polar opposites. In my mind's eye Emily looked good in all variables.
I thought of Emily in my favourite pose.
I'd like to see her hair in the small of her back, and spilling over the sides as she moved back to meet my thrusts. For the final thrust I'd like to be a far in as I could and feel her pussy tighten around my dick as it spewed it's warm contents.
In the real world I was stroking furiously, my pants had slipped down to my ankles and with each vicious pump little dribbles of pre-cum were launching from the end of my dick and landing around my fist. I could feel my pelvis tighten, my breathing quicken and muscles shifting and within seconds squirts of sticky jizz squirted out onto my chest.
I cleaned up using the available materials (leftover napkin from lunch) and rehoused my battle weary dick. In a wave of lethargy I lay down on the floor and had a 3 hour nap. I'm so glad that camera is gone!
Fortunately however, things have been going well for the wanking aspects of my life. I have found many opportunities, the travelling parent's presence hasn't hindered as much as expected (and they go away again quite soon) and after a brief period of feeling unhorny, things are back to normal.
The shared room at uni is a bit of a misnomer, no one else uses it. This is great because you get your pick of the computers, have space to spread out papers and can act as though it is your own office. It is tucked away on campus and is really private. Only problem is it is a converted lab and has a security camera watching your every move. I'm just not game.
I walk into the room to see one of the techs playing with the camera. Who informs me that the administration is trying to simplify things and cutting down on cameras makes something cheaper. So my camera has disappeared.
The next day I am undecided about wanking on campus, there are just so many people around. But I decide to go prepared. I skip the underpants for this day, if only for the comfort factor. I get there, and notice that ever since I had got dressed that morning I was hard. The eye candy around the place was certainly helping the situation.
I tried to do some work, but I just couldn't concentrate. Whenever I would get sucked into writing a paragraph, my penis would send signals to my brain reminding it about the fantastic opportunity in front of me.
After 2 hours of this mental cold war between the 2 impulses I caved. In all actuality, I think the parts I wrote in that time were some of the best I have written so far this year. So maybe this is a way to get my thesis written sooner.
I lock the door and settle back into my chair. I can feel my penis head starting to poke its way out of the foreskin and rub along the seam in my jeans. I unzip my fly carefully, any male will tell you the zipper can be the worst foe your penis will have to contend with. A layer of protective fabric from underpants means you can do this with haste. And after the first time you make the critical error without underpants, you are forever cautious.
I can see a tiny strand of pre-cum stretch out and collapse as I pull my jeans away. There is no porn at university. Well, there is, but you would be a fool to use the network for that. So I think of the girl I walked behind all the way from the car park. She wore tight navy dress pants. I could see the outline of her panties, not complete panties, but not a thong, some sort of hybrid that followed the subtle curve of her ass. I only got a momentary glance of her small breasts from the side, but the associated nipples were standing to attention through her white t-shirt. This was not it. Her hair was the longest I have seen. If she tilted her head back, she could have made the tip of her longest hair reach the small of her back. Lemon scented soap sealed the image.
I'll bet she had a name that was very pleasant on the ears, like Emily.
I wished Emily were in my office and I could see her skin. That was the one part I saw very little of. Was she tanned? Tanned all over? Tanned all over? Maybe she is an indoors type. Is her skin smooth, or not? Was she particular about hair or not? One could think that the flowing hair on her head would say something about her pubic hair. Then again, she might like polar opposites. In my mind's eye Emily looked good in all variables.
I thought of Emily in my favourite pose.
I'd like to see her hair in the small of her back, and spilling over the sides as she moved back to meet my thrusts. For the final thrust I'd like to be a far in as I could and feel her pussy tighten around my dick as it spewed it's warm contents.
In the real world I was stroking furiously, my pants had slipped down to my ankles and with each vicious pump little dribbles of pre-cum were launching from the end of my dick and landing around my fist. I could feel my pelvis tighten, my breathing quicken and muscles shifting and within seconds squirts of sticky jizz squirted out onto my chest.
I cleaned up using the available materials (leftover napkin from lunch) and rehoused my battle weary dick. In a wave of lethargy I lay down on the floor and had a 3 hour nap. I'm so glad that camera is gone!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Sugasm #95
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 #96? 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
Cuffed
“She could see that he had something concealed in his other hand, but couldn’t quite tell whether it would be an instrument of torture or pleasure.”
Lunch Hour
“He’s very good, but I notice the almost imperceptible start as he notices what’s going on.”
About size
“But if we’re going to start talking about penis size, then it is only fair to talk about vagina size.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
“Men on a Mission” Calendar 2008
Editor’s Choice
The S Spot Sexy Short Story Competition!
See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
BDSM & Fetish
Abstract Question
Crimson Pain
Etched with Love (Anniversary pt 1)
Half-Nekkid in America
Happy HNT - Rope bondage paddling
His Cane, His Gown, His Mortarboard
Master and Slave
On becoming a small letter person
Pagan preaches…
Sex and Money
Spankings and Cupcakes….
Want To Learn How To Do Figging?
Sex Humor
Mystery Sex Toys
Erotic Writing and Experiences
Ace and Idiot
The beauty stops by
Brothers friend..what a night to remember.
Drenched
Finger Fucking Friday
Grey
Holding Pattern
MFF
No reservations, part 3
Welcome back….
NSFW Pics & Videos
Half-Nekkid Fetishist
Lilya in polka dots
Perla | Voluptueux (errotica archives)
Petter Hegre’s Fantasy Island
Ron Harris’s Latest Erotic Photo and Video
Sex Work
Do I Kiss & Tell? (Or, Why Sex Pros Make Better Bloggers)
Sex Work And Religion: Sacred Pussy, Controlled Womb
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Brick Wall Statement
Being out vs Being out there
MisQuote The Craig, Evermore
More On “Hiding in Plain Sight”
The Scientific Desires
Sex News & Reviews
Ivy Intimate Touch Palm Massager Review
Pick me, pick me!
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