Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Sugasm #103

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 #104? 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
Urgent
“Feel the electricity from my fingers as I peel the damp cotton of your panties away from your sex, as I ease them to one side.”

The Man From Del Monte Says…Yes, Yes, Oh God! YESSS!
“She let her lips and tongue explore me all over.”

Traveling the road, Sharing a load, Side by side
“I guess this is not very sexy, my ranting about politics while playing with your cock.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
The US Constitution Erotic Coloring Book

Editor’s Choice
Dinner Date: Part 1

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.)

Sex Poetry
It’s about priorities…
Orgasm - O-Vision

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Fantasy Football
Halloween…
In Need - Original Illustrated Erotica
Indian Summer
New Underpants
The Pied Piper
Tight
Touch Me Babe
A walk in the Woods

Sex & Politics
Love Your Body
Abstinence Only Sex Ed On the Ropes?

NSFW Pics & Videos
Emilia
Happy HNT!
HNT the Menstrual Edition
I Feel Myself
Sinful Invitation
Sugar and Spice

Sex News & Reviews
2257 No More? Let the amateur porn flow!
Asian Woman Bound, Tickled and Forced To Cum
DamNation w/ The Reverend Bob Levy
NEW Super Sexy Designs!
Sex Toy Review : Under the Bed Restraints
Welcome to “Birds are smart” by Penny

BDSM & Fetish
Anal Training Part 2 -The Entering
Anniversary Present: A Fantasy
Cyber or real!?
Disobedience
Don’t stop until I stop you
Face Slapping II
Flying
Hand Signals
L is for Look it Up
The Petting Zoo: Sex Camp, Day Two
Princess or Pervert?
Stiletto Mistress

Sex Work
Reality Check: Getting Sick

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Disclosure Dilemma
HNT - Half Naked Thighs
I Want to Fuck All of My Friends
A Prelude to an Eclectic Slut
Some Things Are Not Possible
Why was the sex so good?
Why We Aren’t Really Swingers (part 1)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

New Underpants

In my usual routine for preparing for my evening walk and run, I go to the toilet beforehand. Nothing special there, it's just good planning. I finish peeing, give a quick squeeze, mop up a few drops with the paper, hoist up the shorts and head out.

Only, this time it was different.

I ran the usual segments of my route and was quite happy with the results. In between the sections I run, I walk. One of the sections I run is quite long and flat, I then walk a little over 100m on a berm and then have an uphill run. On this day there were some people milling around the flat part and I am still a little self conscious when I run so I just walked past them. I've been planning on joining the segments I run into a single, longer section and I thought that this night was as good as any to begin.

I walked past the other people, turned onto the berm and ran across that, then around the corner, then up the hill. I made it, and have found my new limit, so it gives me something to gauge against. There is another uphill about 250m away, which I run and after that I walk the rest of the distance. I am worn out, I am sweaty and I usually feel pretty happy.

I notice that I have an erection, it's a common occurrence and I generally ignore it as I try to catch my breath. By that time, it has disappeared. But not this day. As I walk onwards, my breath returns and I note that there is some degree of arousal, something that is not common in this situation.

I ignore it, because it isn't really the place. Well, I try to ignore, but it is getting increasingly difficult. In the shadows I go for a quick grope to see if I can see why this is happening. Some part of my cock was in direct contact with my underpants - the new ones with the rather pronounced seam. Again, this isn't the place to readjust, so I wander on and hope mass humiliation will not result.

I pick up the pace a little - I'm getting hungry and now the arousal is quite pronounced and seems to be having an active effect. It's going from a passive throb in the background to how it would feel if I had stuck a hand down there.

A bit more walking and I feel a little twang. This little twang is the point of no return. I read the clinical term for it once, but I can't remember it. I haven't ever reached orgasm this way, surely not now?

Yep, now.

I could feel the contractions and jerking motion of my dick as gobs of jizz were deposited in my underpants. What an advertisement for the underpants company though, I had cracked open the packet maybe 2 hours prior. Orgasm on the first wear! I continued my walk home feeling very awkward.

Arriving at home I sped, in a surreptitious way, to the shower. Stripped off and saw the half drying mess in my undies. What an odd thing to have happened, it hasn't before. Of course, this brand of underpants is my new favorite. What surprised me is that I can usually feel the 'twang' coming. I know when it's imminent. But, this day it caught me by surprise, I was not expecting it at all. In a way, it was a really great surprise and given all the places I go to in public, I'm glad it happened at that time.

I wonder if the underpants company would like to know?

Alley Baggett

Way back when, Alley was the first porn image I saw. I've been a fan since that time, and she is probably the most fantasized about celebrity in my repertoire.

I wonder if Alley likes knowing this?




Friday, October 19, 2007

An hour a week

Around a year ago I read an issue of Time magazine that had a breakdown of the average American's leisure time. The first, and most predictably was television. There were other electronic distractions vying for time. Sex was a single digit %, and equated to about an hour a week. A 168th of the week, for something so enjoyable?

I have to say, I was flabbergasted. I live outside the US, so I have an incomplete and incorrect view of the country. TV, films, news articles, internet comments, etc., etc., etc. have led me to believe if people weren't watching TV they would be having sex. There are ~300 million Americans, at some point it was popular! When you combine all the pressures of life together, it is easy to see how it can be shoved to the bottom of the pile.

Anyway, in the last few weeks, I've been thinking. Thinking about the fast approaching, heavily clich├ęd fork in the road. I finish my degree soon and begin to work. If I move out of home, the murderous housing and cost of living here will guarantee I am staying here for a long time. If I stick it out, I can follow one of my few goals and move across the globe.

This got me thinking more, what am I going to do there? The two places are basically the same, the work I will do is the same, aside from the different location, it's all much the same. Much like using the word same three times in a sentence.

That's when that little titbit from Time flicked through my head. I'm going to live the reverse of that list. I've decided that I don't do enough risky things, and all the things I do actually do are too planned and carefully thought out. This has led to a considerable comfort zone. Which I hope to limit.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Sugasm #100

Well, it had to happen eventually, Sugasm has made it too 100 posts!

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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 #101? 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
Do you want me…?
“The shiver that runs through you tells me everything I need to know.”

Love that ass (his perspective)
“But as long as we are in here, she submits to my command; to my every whim.”

Hubb and Spoeker
“He was good for show and good in bed, but an asshole in the real world.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
125 Magazine, Alternet and Enviromentally Friendly Porn

Editor’s Choice
The very best of Sugasm…. so far

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. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Being Stuck Outside
Dominance, Submission, Humiliation, Control
Miscarriage and Feminine Identity
The next colonel sanders or orville redenbacher
No more pen and sex
Sex on the first date???
What Is Mary Hiding?
Why “Sugasm” Matters

Sex Work
Do you like phone sex?
La Petite Mort
Sex Work And Religion: The Sex Crazed Pagan Cult Fantasy

NSFW Pics & Videos
I could watch her do laundry all day!
Just Teen Site Releases All New Nude Videos
Red Rose
Today’s Special Offer: Fresh Hamburgers

Sex News & Reviews
Belated Happy 2nd Blogiversary to My Bottom Smarts!
Fetish Film - How to Use Sounds (Urethral Sounds)
First Purity Balls, Now Integrity Balls
It’s HERE!!!! Miss Francy’s “Spanking the Male Mind”!
Team Up with the 6th Annual Blogger Boobie-Thon

BDSM & Fetish
Back To School
Catalina loves Chat
Dancing with the Devil, a D/s Relationship
The Dungeon: Sex Camp, Night One
Fuck of a Lifetime
Harder….
Heat
I Got Your Number
Manhandled
Mira
My Wife is a Skank! pt1
A Nawty Story: Diane Phones Home
Objets d’obsession: neck corsets
Our game
Piss Slut
Who is Elise Sutton and why does it matter?

Erotic Writing and Experiences
100 Sexy
An Affair with the Wind
Corseting Mrs. Russian
Burlesque: Home Coming
Gamahuche
I Succumb to Jefferson’s Dastardly Lesbian Plot!
More Than A Breast-Fondle
The Morning Rollover
Party Blowjob - Part 3

Friday, October 05, 2007

Being Stuck Outside

A few weeks ago, I went for a walk. Nothing particularly special about that, I do it every day. I bid my farewells and set off. On my return I find out that the parent who was at home when I left had also left. Fuck. This parent usually forgets to tell me about this sort of thing, I've been locked out before. The last time I had left my window slightly ajar, and could "break in". Not this time, it was sealed up tight.

Without distractions, it very quickly becomes apparent how boring sitting in the backyard can be. I watered some plants, but that didn't last long, I double checked windows and doors for a chance to enter, but I find myself sitting in a chair muttering angrily.

I'd briefly fallen asleep and been woken by the sound of a neighbor sliding their door open noisily and walking around. These neighbors were quite elusive, I rarely see them, and have met them only once. I think one was a doctor, and the other an accountant. But I couldn't be certain. I couldn't even give you a name. There is a gap in the fence the dog likes to hang around because he can get a glimpse into two yards at once. One you get a glimpse only (and only just). But the other you get an unimpeded view, this is the yard with the noise and the unknown neighbors.

This is literally the most interesting thing happening, the insect olympics didn't go to well - none of the competitors I found were very keen on the idea.

I go over to the fence and take up position, maybe it is something exciting! No, it's just laundry. Not even exciting laundry, just tablecloths, sheets, pants, business shirts.

I hear commotion inside the house and make my prescence a little less obvious. More laundry comes out and my neighbor's wife begins to hang it up. I was hoping she would be a nudist or something, but no. Just plain old laundry day. She was older and attractive, and seemed to dress pretty flash compared to what you need to for housework. I wonder if she liked doing laundry for the chance to stand next to the machine. I'll bet she did, all alone in that house, presumably accounting for other people's money. Or maybe the sheets had to be washed because she was bored, just like me and spent several hours masturbating, except inside. I think all streets across the vast suburbia would be a bit like "Desperate Housewives" at times.

I know there is a belief that 9 months after a significant power outage, there is a rise in the number of births. Sociologists have largely disproved this, but I can see how a belief like that would come about.

I ended up being stuck outside for 4 hours. I did try the neighbors I actually know to see if I could use their phone, but none were in. In that 4 hours I orgasmed 4 times, with a sort of inverse exponential curve on the amount of jizz each time. The first was the kind I enjoy. The second was about half, and the third was half again and the fourth was a few dribbles. I have to say I was incredibly relaxed and philosophical about the return of the parents and realisation I was outside. Needless to say, that night there was no jerking off at all. My brain hadn't even entertained the possibility.

Now, I know that story was not at all erotic. It was someone stuck outside, played voyeur for 5 minutes and masturbated 4 times. If your dick moved, or your panties moistened, I would be surprised, very surprised. What I am trying to get at, is that had I not jerked off, I probably would have been really snitty and pissed off. I certainly was before and even though I find it hard to stay angry, I probably would have had enough anger left to be angry at the parents. Besides, I spend a lot of time waiting for them to go away so I can masturbate, how dumb would I have been to not take advantage of a time with no parents and the other drains on my time (ie, university) unavailable? I think if the parents didn't come back when they did, I probably would have tried to beat my record (5).