I hopped into bed after a shower, and discovered through accident that my duvet feels great. The parents had just left and almost every thought about sex, no matter how minor, has found its mark without difficulty.
I lay back and stretched out as much as I could, my back arching and I could feel all the soreness and stiffness of the day crack and ache its way through. A bit more and I sunk back into my bed with a relaxed composition. I think stretching has to release endorphins, it always feels great having a big stretch.
During the final stretch the underside of my cock rubs against my duvet and to my complete surprise it felt great. Not just "that felt nice", more a tingle that engulfs my cock. I position myself to try this again. I pull the duvet up several inches and fold it over away from me. I shuffle down a bit to meet it.
Now, rubbing yourself against a duvet isn't exactly the most fluid of motions, and it was all quite awkward and clumsy, but damn it felt good. I tried holding the duvet with either hand and rubbing that against myself, or holding it relatively still by placing each hand either side of me and thrusting upwards to meet it.
The orgasm matched my duvet inventiveness by shooting out to the right side, just to keep me on my toes. First time I've managed to dump a load on my right thigh. To be honest, it was no different from my stomach.
The following day I tried again, this time pulling up even more duvet and wrapping it completely around my cock and thrusting into it. This too had the desired effect and I managed to cum "hands free" (I didn't touch myself, only duvet, it sort of counts!)
I was worried about chaffing, getting it anywhere is bad enough, but I couldn't imagine it on my cock. Thankfully, none was found. I'd never considered the duvet before, it was always "just there", but now I see it in an all new light. Sort of like a lazy man's sex toy.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Sugasm #115
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 #116? 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
Debauched nothings
“You promised me you’d give me your cock.”
Sex Trophies
“Inside the drawer are two pair of panties.”
Who gets to talk about sex?
“I was thinking the other day about who gets to talk about sex and sexuality.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Cashback
Editor’s Choice
The houseboy’s rebellion
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
About Chantal, now…
CyberGirl goes beyond amazing
Lady Chatterley’s Ruf
My New York Indiscretion
Off on the right foot
Table Top
Tonia (Part 2)
The Train
Valentine.
Walking Home In Her Panties
Sex Humor
A joke
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Because.
Bragging rights and the name game
Circumcise Me
An Eco-Sexy New Year
I mean this in a caring way
A Time For Sex Ed Innocence
An unexpected sexy anniversary
The Way I Like It
Sex Work
Keeping It In The Family II
What Do You Look Like, Rose?
NSFW Pics & Videos
Aradia Ardor
The Cam Lover is lonely and needs rough sex with a new doll
Crystal Klein super hottie
Kyla Cole
Missy Nicole - I’m Bored
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Adult Entertainment Expo 2008
Dana DeArmond Submits To The Training Of O (Bondage, Forced Orgasms)
Fetish Fair Fleamarket recap
Harmony HotMovies Interview
Jamye Waxman Wants You to Find Your O Face
BDSM & Fetish
Effervescent
Flavours of Pain
Half-Nekkid Toe Licker
The houseboy’s rebellion
LA Story: the night I learned to f-u-c-k
Padme amidala: My history of blowjobs
Recovery
Sexy porn turns into a sexy mental fantasy
Spanked Her Off to Work. - The Husband
Trick or Treat
(The Worst?) Profile of the week
Monday, January 14, 2008
The Train
In 2008 I am changing. I have to fix the things that make me shy and shy away from doing stuff. One of those things is pretty simple - just looking at people. Until very recently, I would catch almost no one's eyes. I would do my best to focus on pretty much everything except a person's eyes or face.
Once I felt comfortable with someone, I could look at their eyes without any problem, but few people stick around that long. So it makes for bad first impressions.
So, now, when I remember, I make a conscious effort to smile and look at people. Not just around people, or the ground.
This brings me to current transport circumstances. The city has opened a new railway line, which is of great benefit to me, and using it forces me to be around other people. Tricky at first, I have overcome the initial jitters and now strike up conversations with random strangers. Big accomplishment for me.
Anyway, my cock does fit into this story at some point.
Waiting at Central for a train home, I see a girl walk past. She was wearing a sun dress. As a garment, I find the sun dress to be very arousing. I like the way it falls into the angles of a girl's legs. The very mini skirts of the porn world also works, but is quite uncommon in real life and doesn't leave much to the imagination. She wore a red bra, the cups of which were cut quite low. Her bag had all sorts of slogans and badges pinned to it, some causes of which I am involved in myself.
The train rolled in and I wanted to see if I could snag a seat near her, maybe even strike up a conversation. However, the new line operates two services. One goes all the way, one goes half way. Either gets me to my station, and the train that had just pulled in was a half way one. The mystery girl didn't get on, so I guess she needed to go further. The half way trains usually use crappy old railcars and during the middle of the day, it is not uncommon to have 3 people in a 4 car train. This day it was a staggering 6, and I was the only one in the first car.
She was sitting on the platform, and I picked a seat on the train that would give me a view. Her red hair was dead straight and ran to the bottom of her neck. At school, university, in fact pretty much everywhere, I've seen girls deftly smooth out their clothes so that the bits they are supposed to be covered remain covered. No doubt something picked up from years of practice.
But I noticed this girl made no effort to correct her dress. Some random hiss from this shit train blew it up her legs a few inches. This didn't distract her from her reading. She moved her leg a bit to scratch, and still was reading. Whenever I've seen girls sit on the ground, wearing a skirt, it is in almost any position besides legs at a 90° angle to their back. Mystery girl was sitting with her legs at 90° to her back and about 20° apart.
Marvelling at her free-spiritedness, I looked down the length of the train and saw four of the 6 getting off. I guess they didn't read the destination boards. Just me and some other person 2 cars down.
For a few seconds I contemplated being someone who got on the wrong train, and jumping off in an attempt to talk to the mystery girl. If it had happened today, I think I would have. But that day it seemed to be a bigger step than it would have been.
I looked back to mystery girl and caught a glimpse. A glimpse of a beautiful vagina behind some red panties that appeared to match her bra. The train hissed some more and the doors began to shut. I was hoping she would look up, with the protection of a steel tube about to hurtle down a tunnel, if ever there was a time I could try looking into eyes, with no reason to feel nervous, now was the time.
But no. She never looked up. I wonder if she knew, or if she even cared.
The trip home I kept thinking of her and my cock voted that these were thoughts it could agree with. I knew full well that these old junker railcars had no security devices, and it would be accurate to assume that the thought of jerking off right there on the train passed through my head. But I did not. The crappy railcars rattle and shudder a fair bit. Combined with a brain thinking about sex, those shimmies and vibrations find their mark without too much difficulty. All things considered I could have stroked away without problems, the other person got off at the first station (a mere 3 minutes away) and I was a good 20 minutes down the line. I was also the only person on the train for the rest of the trip. Given that, I guess public decency got the better of me.
Arriving home, I quickly dropped my pants and began to masturbate. I don't know the differences between cleavage. There is the type where both breasts are pushed close up together, leaving no gap, and the type where there is a distinct valley. Whichever the latter is called is what the mystery girl had that day. How nice it would have been to straddle across her mid section and have her pump away, spewing a load into that valley.
I hope I see her again!
Once I felt comfortable with someone, I could look at their eyes without any problem, but few people stick around that long. So it makes for bad first impressions.
So, now, when I remember, I make a conscious effort to smile and look at people. Not just around people, or the ground.
This brings me to current transport circumstances. The city has opened a new railway line, which is of great benefit to me, and using it forces me to be around other people. Tricky at first, I have overcome the initial jitters and now strike up conversations with random strangers. Big accomplishment for me.
Anyway, my cock does fit into this story at some point.
Waiting at Central for a train home, I see a girl walk past. She was wearing a sun dress. As a garment, I find the sun dress to be very arousing. I like the way it falls into the angles of a girl's legs. The very mini skirts of the porn world also works, but is quite uncommon in real life and doesn't leave much to the imagination. She wore a red bra, the cups of which were cut quite low. Her bag had all sorts of slogans and badges pinned to it, some causes of which I am involved in myself.
The train rolled in and I wanted to see if I could snag a seat near her, maybe even strike up a conversation. However, the new line operates two services. One goes all the way, one goes half way. Either gets me to my station, and the train that had just pulled in was a half way one. The mystery girl didn't get on, so I guess she needed to go further. The half way trains usually use crappy old railcars and during the middle of the day, it is not uncommon to have 3 people in a 4 car train. This day it was a staggering 6, and I was the only one in the first car.
She was sitting on the platform, and I picked a seat on the train that would give me a view. Her red hair was dead straight and ran to the bottom of her neck. At school, university, in fact pretty much everywhere, I've seen girls deftly smooth out their clothes so that the bits they are supposed to be covered remain covered. No doubt something picked up from years of practice.
But I noticed this girl made no effort to correct her dress. Some random hiss from this shit train blew it up her legs a few inches. This didn't distract her from her reading. She moved her leg a bit to scratch, and still was reading. Whenever I've seen girls sit on the ground, wearing a skirt, it is in almost any position besides legs at a 90° angle to their back. Mystery girl was sitting with her legs at 90° to her back and about 20° apart.
Marvelling at her free-spiritedness, I looked down the length of the train and saw four of the 6 getting off. I guess they didn't read the destination boards. Just me and some other person 2 cars down.
For a few seconds I contemplated being someone who got on the wrong train, and jumping off in an attempt to talk to the mystery girl. If it had happened today, I think I would have. But that day it seemed to be a bigger step than it would have been.
I looked back to mystery girl and caught a glimpse. A glimpse of a beautiful vagina behind some red panties that appeared to match her bra. The train hissed some more and the doors began to shut. I was hoping she would look up, with the protection of a steel tube about to hurtle down a tunnel, if ever there was a time I could try looking into eyes, with no reason to feel nervous, now was the time.
But no. She never looked up. I wonder if she knew, or if she even cared.
The trip home I kept thinking of her and my cock voted that these were thoughts it could agree with. I knew full well that these old junker railcars had no security devices, and it would be accurate to assume that the thought of jerking off right there on the train passed through my head. But I did not. The crappy railcars rattle and shudder a fair bit. Combined with a brain thinking about sex, those shimmies and vibrations find their mark without too much difficulty. All things considered I could have stroked away without problems, the other person got off at the first station (a mere 3 minutes away) and I was a good 20 minutes down the line. I was also the only person on the train for the rest of the trip. Given that, I guess public decency got the better of me.
Arriving home, I quickly dropped my pants and began to masturbate. I don't know the differences between cleavage. There is the type where both breasts are pushed close up together, leaving no gap, and the type where there is a distinct valley. Whichever the latter is called is what the mystery girl had that day. How nice it would have been to straddle across her mid section and have her pump away, spewing a load into that valley.
I hope I see her again!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Nigella Lawson
I'm not one for cooking shows, they move too fast, they use ingredients I've never heard of and they often seem to focus on "cuisine", not "food". I am an ordinary person, I eat food on a day to day basis. Cuisine is left for special occasions.
But, I can always watch Nigella. Her TV show is like soft-softcore porn in a kitchen.
But, I can always watch Nigella. Her TV show is like soft-softcore porn in a kitchen.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Sugasm #113
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 #114? 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
A Different Kind Of Authority For Sex Bloggers
“As we sex workers, sex bloggers, and adult business folks swim in our ponds or spin in our micro universes & connect with others, we continue to build authority.”
Of sex and strippers
“At one point she was straddling Girlfriend’s right leg, grinding her thigh against Girlfriend’s clit through her jeans.”
Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge
Her comments were something to the effect of, “No one wanted to see me twirl with tassels ~ on fire or not ~ when some girl was going to sit on stage and insert things into herself.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Kofola
Editor’s Choice
Interview with Paul Festa about circumcision
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
Aurel Sex. - The Husband
Cock Whore
Decibels
Dreams are funny things
The Erotic Review
I Love A Rainy Night
The night I was initiated on Frat Row
Opera Glasses
Score
Skin, breath, desire, rhythm
Uninvited
Yesterday’s Sweet Blowjob
Sex Work
Catalina loves Giving Spankings
NSFW Pics & Videos
Mizuki Horii
Andie Valentino (Twistys)
Half-Nekkid Thursday: View from MY Back Row
Mindy Main Sexy and Topless
A Very Shibari New Year From Marky D. Sade
Sex Advice
13 Ways To Use What You Have To Build Intimacy
Celebrate 2008: The Year of the Pussy!
Just Seeing My Girlfriend Turns Me On! Is This Normal?!
Resolve to Improve Your Sex Life in 2008
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
2007 Wanking Totals
Discovering the Art of Masturbation
Hair-B-Gone
I fucked this guy once …without dirty talk!?!
Taking One For the Team
Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Hello Kitty Vibrator - Battery-Powered Evil!!!
Panties Second Only To Auto Industry
Real Doll Rentals
Working Sex: Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry
BDSM & Fetish
All Tied Up and No Where To Go
Am I A Masochist?
Daddy Play
The Descent Begins
More piss slut practice
Rough Fuck
A Seven Orgasm Day
Two-thirds
Who knew Uncle Sam was kinky?
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Uma Thurman
Uma is hot, and I think my cock agrees. I hope you like her as much as I did. ;)
This is one of the earlier shots I did and the first with video.
This is one of the earlier shots I did and the first with video.
Video
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
2007 Wanking Totals
I like to measure things. I do this for all sorts of things, time, volume, distance, frequency. Probably some sort of OCD thing, but of all the quirks to have, it is one of the less unacceptable. A few years ago, I got the idea that I masturbate significantly less when the travelling parent is in country. But, a hunch is not proof. So 2007 marks the second complete year of data collection. The results are much like last year's, with the breakdowns much the same.
Definitions:
y/n for the parent's status: Based on the majority of time. If they leave at 4pm, that is counted as being in country. Likewise, they arrive at 4pm, that is counted as being spent outside the country.
What counts: masturbation, effort provided by myself, devices such as the fleshlight are allowed. The key is that it is done by myself. Must be to complete orgasm. Location, context, time of day is not relevant.
This year, I visited the knocking shop, twice. This does not count.
Results:
In case there was any doubt, I truly am a bit of a wonk.
Total for the year: 365
Total while in country: 127 (34.79%)
Total while not in country: 238 (65.21%)
In some symmetry (almost!)
Total weekday: 237 (64.93%)
Total weekend: 128 (35.07%)
So, I averaged 1 a day.
Graphs:
Miss out a chance to lay down some graphs? Never.
Saturday was the best day for wanking, Wednesday the worst.
Pretty sharp decline there. The trend shows decreasing wanking over time. But this is of course skewed by the peak of January and February. Not unexplainable. February has both parents away, so no barriers to wanking. April and November were stressful this year. December was not stressful, just busy. The next graph indicates more on this.
The big one. Some months the travelling parent was in country for the bulk of the month, leading to severely decreased wanking chances. Such as in April and November. August, February and March were great months!
This year I didn't post the month-by-month figures, instead deciding to aggregate them into this one post. I plan to make 2008 the final year of data collection to give 3 years of comparison. I wont start again until I move out in a little while (what a saga that will be)
Someone might notice 365 orgasms for 2007 and think it is a little too clichéd. You are partially correct. With a few days left, I saw the looming target and made a bit of an effort to go the distance. This is what gave number 365:
Thanks Eva!
Definitions:
y/n for the parent's status: Based on the majority of time. If they leave at 4pm, that is counted as being in country. Likewise, they arrive at 4pm, that is counted as being spent outside the country.
What counts: masturbation, effort provided by myself, devices such as the fleshlight are allowed. The key is that it is done by myself. Must be to complete orgasm. Location, context, time of day is not relevant.
This year, I visited the knocking shop, twice. This does not count.
Results:
In case there was any doubt, I truly am a bit of a wonk.
Total for the year: 365
Total while in country: 127 (34.79%)
Total while not in country: 238 (65.21%)
In some symmetry (almost!)
Total weekday: 237 (64.93%)
Total weekend: 128 (35.07%)
So, I averaged 1 a day.
Graphs:
Miss out a chance to lay down some graphs? Never.
Saturday was the best day for wanking, Wednesday the worst.
Pretty sharp decline there. The trend shows decreasing wanking over time. But this is of course skewed by the peak of January and February. Not unexplainable. February has both parents away, so no barriers to wanking. April and November were stressful this year. December was not stressful, just busy. The next graph indicates more on this.
The big one. Some months the travelling parent was in country for the bulk of the month, leading to severely decreased wanking chances. Such as in April and November. August, February and March were great months!
This year I didn't post the month-by-month figures, instead deciding to aggregate them into this one post. I plan to make 2008 the final year of data collection to give 3 years of comparison. I wont start again until I move out in a little while (what a saga that will be)
Someone might notice 365 orgasms for 2007 and think it is a little too clichéd. You are partially correct. With a few days left, I saw the looming target and made a bit of an effort to go the distance. This is what gave number 365:
Thanks Eva!
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Sugasm #112
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 #113? 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
If She Were Here
“I licked him behind his ear the way I know it drives him crazy.”
Quickie
“Their eyes locked for a full minute, with neither moving, nor speaking, and the lust flowing between almost tangible in its intensity.”
The Devastator
“She walked over to me, and pressed her warm mouth against mine.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Orgasmic Childbirth
Editor’s Choice
Cause and Effect
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.)
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Defining NSA
New Girlfriend
Sleeping Naked III
Sex News & Reviews
The Business Side of Escorting II - JD Roberts
Happy Birthday, Baby Jesus. Lesbian Femdom With Audrey Hollander. (Bondage, Anal Fisting, Forced Orgasms)
Ring in the New Year with Jingle Jugs!
Taxing texas strip clubs
BDSM & Fetish
Body Betrayal, Part 1
Discovering The Secret to My Ejaculation
Half-Nekkid in a Black Corset
Planned Rape
Pose
Sex Advice
10 Steps to Great First-Time Anal Sex
Catalina says Give Great Head!
NSFW Pics & Videos
Pornsaint Charlotte Stokely
Sandy A
Tara Radovic, Celeste, Justine and Kyla Cole by Andrew Blake
Thirteen Images Of Women In Spectacular Lingerie In Film
Sex Work
Catalina loves Work
Embarrassing Moments on the Job
Reality Check: Working On Christmas
Erotic Writing and Experiences
The best ever evening, ever
The best laid plans.
Fourth Base
On Santa’s Lap
The Star of David
Steam
Wake Me Up (part 1)
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