This week’s Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot keeps things Fresh! Bold! New! with those inventive folks who keep sex novel. One never knows what to expect, do one?
Those of you who enjoy stalking me will find me running a blowjob contest, pushing edges and putting sex on display.
Jocasta divvies up the spoils after a live sex show and learns that I simply can’t fuck to Madonna. Or can I?
Eden reflects on her occasional need to push sex and pain to the limits.
Bridget learns to mind her manners by keeping her hands to self at mealtime.
Desire X says kind words about me, which was especially warm considering we haven’t had sex yet—emphasis on the “yet.”
Please keep dancing over to Smut Turntable, where your requests are always spinning.
Speaking of spinning, that’s what my head is now doing, as so many readers—new and old—have lately been coming out of the shadows to write. Thanks for that.
More true-life smut to come.
The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
When told by my wife that our fifteen-year relationship was over, I found that everything in my life was upended. I took solace when friends and family pointed out I was no longer responsible for her personal happiness, just my own—and that of my four children.
I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
Jefferson
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5 comments:
Lucky I travel light. One Feeldoe. One bottle of lube. One pair of panties (to be used as a gag if you talk too much).
U R A Tease!
In all candor, I've developed a tremendously difficult-to-dislodge girl-crush on one of your paramours. Last night I dreamt that she and I were at a club: loud music, flashing lights, she pushed me up against a wall and brought me to panting orgasm with her fingers. Her lips and teeth made my nipples scream out in delicious pain. I awoke with shaking knees and the bitter taste of unrequited lust in my mouth.
Can you guess which one of your girls gives me 'cunterflies'?
Her
I'm new to all of this but I've read alot about all of you through your blogs and I'm fascinated. Tell me more about your attraction to Jefferson, other than what I've read in your blogs. What's your attraction to him?
I'm new to this post. What is it about Jefferson that you all keep posting or writing about?
One more for the Smut Turntable..."Tear You Apart", by She Wants Revenge.
Thanks sugar;)
A man who has good taste in music AND is a loving father is very hot indeed. Whoever you are, I have a mad crush on you.
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