Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Sugasm #48

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Spotlighting the top 3 posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #49? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
The Luckiest Girl in the World (
“Would he have the energy, the stamina, to make me come as much as I need to come?”

I Want To Shave You (
“That luscious plum, that erotic ridge around it, the enticing veins tracing their way up that cock I am so engrossed in…”

The Rum Raisin Compromise (
“My husband did not understand why I couldn’t live the rest of my life without the taste of a woman passing my lips.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
How to Give Away Porn (

Editors’ Choice
Rope Bondage Images (

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Sexy Audio & Video
Hear My Name (
How to Give a Blowjob in a Car (
Sex Inspiration, Study & Dream - Video Blog Entry (
Slave Girl: Part One (

Sex News and Sexy Reviews
Craigslist User Publicizes Private Correspondence (
Do Video Games Effect Our Sex Lives? (Survey) (
The Five Best Tera Patrick Scenes of All Time (
Inflatable Vibrating Penis (
Tire Paddle HNT (

Adela & Susana (
Ass Masterpiece (
Consolation Eye Candy, or What a Wild, Wild Month! (
Featured DDGirls Covergirl Sunny Leone (
Put on a Shirt HNT (
Roxy in booty shorts (
Two Bad Girls in a Prison Bed (
WebMistress Feature Gallery: Scenic Silver Reef (

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Adult Webcam Humor (
Boobies (
Erotic Rather Than Fucking (
Phain’s Tasty Specs… (
Science of Sex - Sense of Smell (
Sex Goddess??? (
“Three sex acts enter, one sex act leaves.” (
The Vagina and the Douche (

Erotic Writing and Experiences
2. Greet (
Dreaming of a Dark Odyssey (
The Eternal Hotness of Hanna (
Get Caught Looking now! (
My Taxicab Confession (
Room 304, Part I (
Teresa (

BDSM and Fetish
Happy HNT-Cheerleader Paddling (
Lions, Tigers, and Spankings! Oh my! (
A Long Awaited Erotic Very Sexy Spanking Session… Finally (
Melinda Makes a Discovery… (
Pajama Party (
She was like a wild animal… (
Switching My Bottom On (

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Pajama Party

Here's a little tidbit about Devil's pajama party. Lestat also shared some of his experiences from the start of evening.

My drink was empty and I really had to pee. So now that the coast was clear, I crawled out from under the desk and saw Karl Elvis mixing a fresh batch of drinks. Bless this man, the stoker of my fire. He mixed me another shot of fuel and telling him I’d be right back, I wandered off to find the bathroom. What was it, exactly, that made these drinks blue, yet taste like orange? There was enough of a distraction going on elsewhere in the room that I could slip away unnoticed. But could I look away from the distractions long enough to slip away?

I closed the door and flipped on the light. Decisions, decisions. I set my sights on the one on the right and headed that way. My heels click-clacked loudly on the tile floor. I slid my bottoms down and sat, sighing in relief, noticing how even this sounded funny in this vast room.

As I was standing and pulling my bottoms up, the door opened. I gasped at being caught in the act, so to speak. Karl walked in with another blue drink and closed the door behind him. The expression on his face was as if he walked in on a woman in the bathroom frequently. I felt heat rise on my face and didn’t have to look in the mirror to know my cheeks were flushed a bright red.

He put the drink down between the sinks and turned his back to it, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed in front of him. Our eyes met and as I walked toward him, I turned my foot and stumbled.

"Too much to drink or not used to wearing heels?" He asked.

"The tile is slippery." It sounded reasonable.

I paused as I neared him and wondered what Ms. Manners suggests in this particular scenario. I heard a squeal from the other room and shifted my gaze to the door and then back to him. He stood there, face expressionless and eyes animated, not saying a word.

I started to reach around him to grab the drink, suddenly needing it pretty badly. He grabbed my arm midway between my wrist and elbow.

"Have you washed your hands?"

My eyes widened. "Not yet."

"You weren’t going to touch that drink with dirty hands, were you, dirty girl?"

I glanced in the mirror and saw embarrassment send another wave of crimson over my cheeks.


"Then what were you reaching for?"


"Yes… That’s what I thought."

He turned and pulled me along to the sink.

"Wash your hands."

I could have crawled right under the vanity and died. But I washed my hands. I did it slowly and methodically, adjusting the water temperature and watching closely while I scrubbed vigorously. I was prolonging what was coming next. I looked up and saw him behind me now, close to the tub, but watching me.

I turned the water off and grabbed a fluffy blue towel. When my hands were dry, I reached for the glass.

"I don’t think so. Not without some correction first."

I swallowed hard, turned around, and looked up at him.


Before I could get the word out of my mouth, he was speaking again. "On your knees and bend over the tub. And lose the lingerie."

I stood there somewhat stunned.

His next words jolted me into action.

"Lose it your way or lose it mine."

I stepped out of the tap pants and lifted the cami over my head. He tossed a towel onto the floor and I knelt there, bending over the tub, like a good girl. The porcelain was cold and my nipples stiffened. I really needed that drink.

His hand lightly grazed my ass and I shivered. He rubbed a circle on one cheek then popped me hard. The heavy ring he wore felt like lightening every time he hit me, and they kept coming in rapid fire, moving from cheek to cheek. The echo was maddening. My moans escalated into a throaty cry and suddenly there was silence.

"Get up."

I pushed myself to my feet shakily and turned toward him, my eyes searching to see just what was going on. Was it an invitation? Was it a challenge? Did he know he’d made me dripping wet? But his eyes gave nothing away. He shifted his glance downward and behind me.


He nodded toward the mirror and I looked over my shoulder to see my bright red ass. Just seeing it made it burn intensely and I shivered again. I looked back at him.

"Now you can have that drink…"

I stepped to the other side of the bathroom and picked it up. Our eyes met again in the mirror and I took a long sip while he continued.

"But your pretty blue lingerie stays in here."

He opened the door then and stood back while I walked through it.

Like Devil said, none of the characters in this story knew what I was up to here. It's fiction.

This is part of a multi-authored group of stories about the party. For more reading pleasure, see Devil's Pajama Party.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Weekend Plans

I'm going to a pajama party! You can read all about it at Devil's. And yes, red is my color of choice when it comes to thongs.

Tales From Under The Desk, Epilogue

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It’s been a few days since Operation Desk Job and looking back on it, I realize how hot it really was.

Steven returned to Eric’s office after he’d escorted me from the building and told him about his boss coming in. He said he was watching us on one monitor and almost missed his boss entering the building on another monitor. He described it as a "very close call," and apologized for the scare. I know Eric was relieved, but I think some of that stress he was feeling during that 10 minutes before Steven got back to him will reveal itself to my ass the next time we’re together.

Steven also dropped a videotape by Eric’s office later in the evening. He delivered it with a knowing grin and didn’t speak a word. Eric says he hasn’t watched it yet, but plans on having the debut the next time we are together. I’ve discovered that Steven has his own way of keeping things exciting, but the thought of us having been recorded makes me feel a little uneasy.

Jackie raved about the sex she and Steven had when he got home from work that night. She practically gushed about it. Steven apparently described the events he watched in detail and the spice this added was apparently quite hot. The specifics she repeated made me blush.

Eric told me that other than cleaning them up, I am not to touch either of the items in the pizza box until we are together again. I am to wear the same outfit I wore that night and I am not allowed to make myself cum until then. So while the desk part of the game is over, things are definitely still in play. I can only imagine what will come next.

Images are from The Stockroom.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 13

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I heard the door close behind me and Steven led me down the hall.

“What are you doing? You’ve scared the shit out of him.”

He looked at me coolly. “It’s a security issue.”

I swallowed hard, not quite knowing what to think. Surely Steven wouldn’t have gone to this trouble if there was a chance of us getting caught. We’d talked about that at length. I’m a pretty good judge of people and he didn’t seem like the type to turn on me.

He led me back to the office where I’d stored my bag and I grabbed it out of the desk drawer. He said nothing else as we rode the elevator back to the ground floor. He walked me past the security desk and out the door.

Thoughts of security cameras and Eric losing his job and Steven getting in trouble crowded my mind.

When we got to my car, he reached took the visitor’s badge off my blouse. Finally he busted out in laughter. I was shocked and angry and on some level, amused to see him laugh so heartily.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

He finally stopped laughing at looked at me. “My boss was walking into the building and I needed to get you out of there and away from the security cameras quickly.”

“Why didn’t you just say that, Steven? Eric’s probably up there thinking he’s going to lose his job.”

“I know. Let me get back in there so I can put his mind at ease. Drive safe. Jackie will touch base so we can get together soon.”

All I could do was mumble a confused “thank you” as Steven kissed my cheek then turned and walked swiftly back into the building.

I put the pizza box on the seat next to me and drove home feeling somewhat nervous.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Sugasm #46 - It's Sweet!

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #47? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Body Image & Sex Work (
“Then, I thought about myself in that playspace, obsessing over how to present my body, while the client, evidently, was enthralled.”

The Fever is Real (
“This was Dior’s way to lay down the gauntlet for Matthew… ‘I’m ready. I’m hot. I’m panting with desire. I’m gorgeous and sexy - come fuck me.’”

Just What You’re Missing (
“That’s when I lean forward and kiss along your jawline… slow hungry pressings of soft lips and hot breath with just the barest hint of tongue.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Book Review: ‘Fresh: Girls of Seduction’ by Dave Naz (

Editors’ Choice
Having Myself All to Myself (

More Sugasm
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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Second Week Without a Functional Computer Of My Own….. (
Where are the manners? (
Would you sleep with a virgin? (

Sex Work
Panty Tree (

Sex News and Sexy Reviews
Clone A Willy Moulding Vibrator Kit (
The Man With Two Penises (
Sex Toy Designer Spotlight: Lelo Interview (
The Three Best Girl-on-Girl Pornos of All Time (

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Back in His Arms (
Fare Amore (
Grrl’s Night Out (
Guest blogger: “Dessert” (
How we spent our Anniversary! (
Just for the taste of her…(part one) (
The long hard weekend f*ck (
More Hot Wife Memories (
Need (
Shower in the shower (

Blonde Bombshell Jurgita Valts (
Cowgirl HNT (
Gauge (
Half-Nekkid in the Bible Belt (
Happy naughty panties HNT! (
Sexy upskirt in kitchen (

BDSM and Fetish
Back School, Back To Books, Back to “SchoolGirls’” Dirty Looks (
Dishonourable discharge (
Fiction: Grocery Dom (
How to make her body betray her… (
On Shade45 With DJ Whoo Kid and Crew (
Playing hookie (
Sassy me (and domesticity) (
Spanking and Brass Bands (
Tales From Under The Desk, Part 11 (

Monday, September 11, 2006

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 12

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I did so happily and his cum tasted sweet; not at all bitter or salty. He groaned then and it sounded like a groan of satisfaction. I was practically dripping and had a sneaking suspicion there would be no "good hard fuck" for me tonight.

"Get up."

I rose unsteadily to my feet and bent my legs to get blood flowing back around my knees. They hurt, but not as badly as the aches in my breasts and my ass.

As he turned me around and pushed on my back, he told me to bend over the desk. I heard some movement, followed by the sound of his zipper. Then his mouth was at my ear again, whispering.

"So what was that you were wanting?"

"You to fuck me." I whispered back.

"Do you?"

"Yes Sir."

"You’ll just have to wait for that."

I whimpered and rolled my head so that my forehead rested on the desk.

He stood up and his hand grasped the thing in my ass. I hissed and my body tensed up.

"Relax." He said it soothingly and he started to pull. Again my fingers clutched the edge of the desk as the pressure grew. I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut while the reaction to the pain fought with the need to relax. And then it was out of me.

I heard the pizza boxes being rustled and knew he’d put the thing back in the box.
He gave me one light swat on the ass and it sent another wave of pain through me.

"Get dressed."

I pushed up off the desk and turned to see him putting his socks on. After much planning and anticipation, Operation Desk Job was drawing to a close. And I needed to cum really badly.

I squatted down to retrieve my blouse and bra from the dark corner under the desk. My bra was on and I was buttoning my blouse while he tied his shoes. The visitor’s badge was still clipped to the hem of my blouse. I straightened my stockings.

Eric picked up one of the pizza boxes and handed it to me. I didn’t have to open it to tell what it had inside.
He pulled me to him and kissed me.

"I’ll walk you out."

We both turned to the door when it opened and Steven walked in, looking somewhat stern. He looked from me to Eric and back to me.

"It’s time for you to go."

Steven was full of surprises because this wasn’t part of the plan either. I was completely taken aback and started to stammer to get the words – any words - out. I turned to Eric and saw that he was looking a little pale.

Steven moved to where I stood and lightly took my arm. He moved to the door pulling me along just a little more roughly than was necessary. He opened the door and pushed me through it. Still holding onto my arm, we both turned to look back at Eric who was white as a sheet now.

"Please stay in your office until I return."

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 11

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No words came. A swat to my ass came though, and it was followed by many more. He spanked me hard and my ass burned. Every spank felt like it drove the steel deeper inside me. A tear dripped from my cheek onto a piece of paper on his desk.

It took a minute for me to realize that it had stopped. I heard only my quiet sobs and ragged breaths. I strained to hear something – anything that let me know where he was. The silence was eerie.

"Stand up." The words were spoken so softly I wasn’t sure I’d heard them.


I heard that very clearly and pushed myself up from the desk. I stood there facing away from him; my eyes focussed on the door and I again wondered who might have been watching. It could have been the whole office at this point. The thought left me as quickly as it resurfaced.

"Turn around."

I turned to face him and saw his cock. I love his cock. A drop of moisture glistened there and I moaned softly, already tasting it in my mind. My eyes pleaded with him once again. He nodded this time and I was on my knees between his legs in an instant.

My tongue snaked out and licked the sweet spot just below his head, then slowly up to the drop of nectar. I deliberately circled my tongue around him, playing along the edge… teasing. As my lips finally wrapped greedily around him, he grabbed my head and pounded it up and down, impaling my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat and he held me there until I started to gag.

He released his grip and I moved back to suck and lick his head and catch my breath. Swirling my tongue around the head and up to the magic spot for another drop, I looked up at him. His eyes said it all.

I moved my mouth down him again, and kept going, taking him further inside me. I held him there for as long as I could and gasped for breath when I pulled back. After a few deep breaths, I again tried to get his cock down my throat. Again and again I fought panic and the need to gag and breathed only when I had to. This is what he liked and I knew it.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and followed it as my mouth moved up and down him. He controlled my movements now, but not with his hand.

"Good girl."

He said it when I looked up at him during one of my journeys back up to breathe. A tear dripped from my cheek onto his cock and I tasted its saltiness as I descended again.

His grasp tightened in my hair and he moved my head faster again, roughly forcing my mouth up and down his shaft. I anticipated his movements and tried to move with them. Then he held me firmly with my lips just underneath his head. I felt it swell just before my mouth was filled with pulse after pulse of his cum. The moans I heard were my own.

He continued to hold me firmly by my hair and finally pulled me up toward him, my face turned upward.

"Show me."

I opened my swollen lips carefully, not wanting to spill a drop, and I showed him.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Sugasm #45

More great reading this week! I'm thrilled to be included again.

The best of the sex blogs this week by the bloggers who blog them. Spotlighting the top 3 posts voted by Sugasmer participants. Want in Sugasm #46? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the linklist within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Foreplaying pool (
‘What say we make this interesting,’ I began while circling the table looking at the available shots, ‘If I win, I get a kiss.’

All Tied up (part 6): The End (
To cut a very long story short (well, not quite that short), the evening finished with me cumming all over Thirty’s beautiful body.

Tableau of sensuality (
Use your other hand to explore further South… tickle that sensitive area around my navel… stroke the silkiness a little further below… and then you’ll find that silky soon becomes slick, plump and moist.

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Fred Wilson, Venture Capital and Pornography (

Editors’ Choice
Sexbit - Fundraiser (

More Sugasm
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BDSM and Fetish
Caught: Domination (
Help Me Clay Aiken! (
Isabella’s Eyes - Part VII (
On the Spanking Menu (
Slave Positions (
Sunday Confessional (
Tales From Under The Desk, Part 8 (

Happy HNT-Hawaiian Memories and an announcement! (
The Intruder (
Teeny Tiny Plus Big ‘n Hard = Hot (
Why Does This Turn Me On? (

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Instructive desire (
Living Without My Computer Temporarily….. (
Not a total bitch (
RANT: God’s Asked Me to Whale On Yo Ass, MoFo! (

Erotic Writing and Experiences
The Day Wank (
Details… (
Disclosure (
How I got hooked (
I Want… (
On the Other Side of the Green Door Part IV (
Role Playing #4: Porn Film Shoot (
Saturday Night (
Seduced by the Goddess (
Splash! (
Their First Time (
Watch (

Sex News and Sexy Reviews
Free Shipping Offer Extended! (
Orgasm Army Sex Toys Review - Candy Bra (
Pressuring Hotels to Censor Porn (
Straight Porn Review: Stick it in Deep (
We Didn’t Get the Party Boat (

Sex Work
A Virtual Voyeur? (
In Theory: The Dissection of the Allowance of Respect and Whether Erotica Models are Deserving of Such. (
Webmaster Partying (

Friday, September 01, 2006

Tales From Under The Desk, Part 10

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Balanced on my knees and forehead, my ass was now completely exposed. The cord attached to the hardness inside me seemed to cut into my skin. The waistband of my skirt was being pulled downward, and I flexed my abdominal muscles to try to get a little relief from the pressure.

He actually did some work. I admired his self-restraint before my mind went back into altered reality where minutes are hours. Some time later, I felt him tug gently on the cord and say, "Come here." Even the slightest pressure on the plug sent waves of pain through me.

I lifted my head and scooted out from under the desk. I fought the wave of dizziness but it was worse this time. He held on to me until it passed. I moved back between his thighs and he looked at the outline of his hand that now brightly colored my breast. He traced along the handprint with a finger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the bulge in his pants.

He cupped my other breast and squeezed it hard enough to make me whimper. Half-closed from the pain, my eyes looked up into his. He brought his hand down hard and the sound of it seemed to fill the room.

While the sound still rang in my ears and the pain coursed through me, he slapped my face. I was stunned. A host of emotions ran through me before I’d even turned my head back to face him. Shock and fear and anger and a deeper feeling of submission all mingled furiously in my mind. Before I could focus my eyes on him, he was taking my hand.


In a blur, I was up, spun around and pushed down onto the desk. He smacked the inside of my thigh and I moved my legs apart, opening to him. My ass was a perfect target for him now. I gripped the edge of the desk again and held on while he untied the cord from around my bunched-up skirt. I loosened my grip and exhaled in relief when the pressure in my ass eased up. Then I felt movement of the plug itself. He must have been untying the cord from the plug then. The movement made the thing seem to grow inside me and I arched to stretch my ass up toward him.

He leaned down over me and placed his lips close to my ear. "Do you need a good hard fuck?"

"Yes Sir," I said almost under my breath.

"You want me pounding into you? Is that it?"

"Yes, Sir."

I could almost feel his cock inside me and I thrust my hips upward and against him, my craving obvious. He stood up then and in one movement, shoved two fingers deep inside me. Immediately he pulled them out, leaving me painfully empty. He brought his hand to my mouth and I licked and cleaned my wetness from his fingers.

"Good girl."

I heard him sit back down. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Fighting the urge to turn around, I waited for his words.