Sugasm #170: Sugarbutch Star in the top 3!

Posted on August 5, 2009 in miscellany | 1 Comment

Sugasm highlights the top pieces on sexblogs by the bloggers who blog them.

This Week’s Picks:

The fundamental things apply… “If you can’t fuck me with your mouth, how are you going to handle fucking all of me at once?”
Perfection “Patiently, he took his time touching me here and there.”
The Study Date (Sugarbutch Star: Green-Eyed Girl) “I bet she’s already wet.”
Sugasm Editor: Wardrobe Malfunction
Editor’s Choice: 3a.m. Vulnerability

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Sugasm #165: All Five Senses in the top 3!

Posted on May 14, 2009 in miscellany | 1 Comment

This Week’s Picks

Blame it on the al-al al-al al-al-co-hol “My legs were now spread and he was in between them.”
Dinner and a Show “Before it disappeared completely, I gave it a twist at the base, causing it to vibrate.”
Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part two) – All Five Senses “She takes her lipstick out of her bag and uncaps it, twists it up and paints her mouth subtly, softly.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself: Adieu ErosBlog?
Sugasm Editor: Sex Work And Honesty: Relationship Status
Editor’s Choice: A Long Slow Seduction Continued…

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My favorites this week:

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Sugasm #164: Slutty little girl.

Posted on May 6, 2009 in miscellany | No Comments

This Week’s Picks

Confessional: Breaking the Girl “And that’s why I’ll love it, that’s what will fuel me to dig deeper.”
Does Art imitate Life or Life Art? “We were experimental and conventional and some times both in the same round of sex. ”
It burns… “And this is no sweet kissing”
Mr. Sugasm Himself A Porn Customer Protests
Sugasm Editor Fetish Fridays: Teabagging
Editor’s Choice Light Me Up Right
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My picks this week:

My post My slutty little girl. was included, which, despite not being in the top picks, is one of my favorite real-life stories that I’ve written in a while.

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Sugasm #163: Dirty talk is in the top three!

Posted on April 17, 2009 in miscellany | No Comments

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

This Week’s Picks

Another Night With My Beer Buddy “She nodded, her eyes closing with pleasure, his arm working.”
Blowjob in Red “My voice descended into lust.”
Her dirty talk got me off. twice. “Why does that turn me on so goddamn much?”
Sugasm Editor: Sex Work And Honesty: The Correct Answer
Editor’s Choice: Stockinged Feet

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My favorites of the week:

Is Sex Positivity Bad for Feminism? at Babeland
Fucking Ratios, Part 1 at Essin’ Em

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Sugasm #161: better late than never!

Posted on March 27, 2009 in miscellany | 1 Comment

This Week’s Picks

The Balance of Power: “A wave of lust coursed through her body at his words”
Betrayal : “What’s this? Evidence of pleasure?”
Secret signals: “I will adore him for it”
Sugasm Editor: Not An Overnight
Editor’s Choice: The Ghost of Abuse

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Some of my favorites from the week:

Question #5 at Leather Yenta
My Heart is my Strongest Muscle at Essin’ Em
20 Questions with Jiz Lee at Hot Movies for Her
Oxygen at Dangerous Lilly

My story about what Kristen & I did on Valentine’s Day was included this week.

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Editor’s Pick of Sugasm #160

Posted on March 5, 2009 in miscellany | No Comments

This Week’s Picks

He beats me “I bite my lip in anticipation as I follow his direction.”
Jerking Off: You’re doing it wrong! “However, I’m in it now. And I need it.”
Love Languages “How do I best show my love?”
Sugasm Editor Faking A Four Way
Editor’s Choice Sugarbutch Star: Matt (part 1)

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My favorites were showcased in the top three this week! But here’s a couple more shout-outs to some awesome women working in queer porn:

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Sugasm #158: drinking in the sensation

Posted on February 6, 2009 in miscellany | No Comments

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

This Week’s Picks

Sealing the Deal: “A hand reached down and grabbed my chin firmly, pulling it up to get a look at my face.”
Wait for me on your knees. “She’s not scared or wincing but open and accepting, drinking in the sensation.”
What DO Women Want? “This cultural context also means that what research describes might not be how things actually are, but how the current culture is shaping them to be.”
Sugasm Editor Sex Work And Honesty: Political Opinions
Editor’s Choice Like Rube Goldberg

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More of my favorites:

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Sugasm #157

Posted on January 26, 2009 in miscellany | 1 Comment

This Week’s Picks

A 2009 Wish For Smut Writers: “Sex bloggers are on the cusp of what I see as being a new kind of sexual revolution.”
Q&A with Domina Doll: “I enjoy teaching others how to explore that aspect of themselves.”
Overtaken: “He kissed the side of my neck, sweeping my long hair out of the way, working his mouth across the side of my neck to press little bites along my collarbone.”
Sugasm Editor: Sex Work And Honesty: When The Truth Hurts
Editor’s Choice: Dictation with Davis

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My personal favorites:

Close – Packing Vocals
Lessons I’ve Learned (so you don’t have to ) – Essin’ Em

(A Quick Fuck in a Shadowed Corner was also included in #157.)

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Sugasm #155: Top Three!

Posted on December 26, 2008 in miscellany | 1 Comment

This Week’s Picks

I’m kind of … insatiable. “She’s gasping already. Each breath a moan, each touch connected to the noises she makes.”
The most spankable day of the year “And for spankos, they are a high holy day to be approached with all the reverence and gaiety of a Pagan-cum Christian holiday.”
Private club “It’s that kind of club – the kind you have to know about, the kind that doesn’t even have a name.”
Sugasm Editor Sex Work And Honesty: Being Childfree
Editor’s Choice I Wonder [Gorgeous - I love this piece. Congrats Holden!]

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My other favorite pick of the week:

Good Girl

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“I’m kind of … insatiable.” My First Date with Kristen

Posted on December 15, 2008 in Kristen, stories to turn you on | 39 Comments

I could’ve fucked Kristen for a few more hours at least. Was just hitting my stride, just beginning to feel confident in the ways her body turns on and gets off. Like how when she gasps more she may actually mean more friction – how she has the type of orgasms that means she can squirt.

Which is why I kept going for orgasm number two, three – because I wanted to feel her do it. I suspected she could.

(I was right.)

I hadn’t planned to take her back to my place, but that didn’t stop me from cleaning my room on Saturday before the date. Unlikely is not impossible. And if my room is not presentable, it isn’t even an option. I like to have options.

I could fist her, I think. She opens in a way that makes it seem possible, makes space inside. I would like to throw her around more, too – she’s small, and so receptive. She went where I put her, stayed, made space for me to enter, to take. My favorite kind of bottom, surrendering.

At dinner:

She’s wrestling a little with a femme identity. “Femme and feminist sometimes conflict,” she started to explain.

“I understand that. I saw butch and feminist as conflicting when I started figuring this out for myself too. I was a feminist first, and most importantly. And when you take misogyny out of masculinity, what’s left? Societal roles teach us those are one and the same.”

In case it needs reiteration, I firmly believe that femme and feminist can be simultaneously occupied. In fact, in some ways I think intentionally choosing femme is inherently feminist – as I think Leah said at the Femme Conference, femme is a way of making “girl” not hurt. Femininity can be inherently painful under societal hierarchies and rules, and to recreate it in ways that actually buffer the hurt instead of deepen it is so incredibly powerful.

She talked a little about the ways femme is misperceived, especially as an invitation to men. This is definitely a huge difference in the development of the butch and femme identities.

We barely scratched the surface of these conversations.

This was foreplay.

After dinner:

Suddenly Kristen stopped walking and back-stepped.

“Did you just lose your shoe?” I laughed.

She gave me a small smile. “Uh, that’s embarrassing.” I held out my hand so she could balance on one foot, slip her high black heel back on.

“Nah, not embarrassing,” I said, hand against her back as we started to walk to the bar again. We’d just come from dinner and needed a darker, more comfortable place to make out. “It happens to me all the time.”

She shot me a questioning look. “Really?!”

“Uh, no. Not really.” Too deadpan. I turned to face her, stopping her from walking forward, took hold of her jacket at the zipper with both hands. “No, sorry, that was trying to be a joke but it really didn’t work.” I pulled her a little closer. Even in heels she was still shorter than me. “Do forgive me …” I held her gaze and pulled her toward me. Immediately the kiss was electrifying. Delicate and wanting, full of desire. I’d barely touched her yet but now wanted my hands on her, on her waist in that secretary pencil skirt, her legs in those seamed black stockings.

At the bar.

A gin gimlet for her, another Maker’s on the rocks for me. Chatting. The topic was activism, mostly – educating those around us. I feel increasingly bold, be it the good conversation or the drinks or the chemistry or the ways she opens her eyes to look at me. My hand finds her waist, her back, and her nerves are electric and so receptive, her body curls every time I touch her.

She gasps a little. I keep talking. “Uh, I’m sorry – I’m not hearing a word you’re saying.” She looks at me with her eyes half-lidded. “But keep talking, please.” I pull her toward me and we kiss again, sparking at the mouth, at my fingertips where our bodies connect.

In the car on the way to my place.

She’s got her legs in my lap and if she wasn’t wearing full stockings I would already have my fingers in her. Her ankles are small and my thumb and forefinger close around one, then I take her instep in my hand, grip her heel. Run my hands up her legs and don’t stop, cup her cunt with my palm, catch her gaze with mine and she leans forward to kiss me again.

Every time I touch her she lets out a moan, quick, with her breath. “You have to be quiet,” I say, nodding toward the driver. I’ve known dykes who were kicked out of cabs for kissing.

“I’m not quiet,” she tells me earnestly, giving me that under-the-eyelashes shy look.

“I can tell.”

And she’s not. At my place I throw her down onto the bed, hold her down when she tries to get up. Peel off her sweater and skirt, shove my hand in after I’ve pulled her stockings and underwear down to her thighs. She’s gasping already. Each breath a moan, each touch connected to the noises she makes. She is so responsive.

It is wonderful to hear.

I don’t know exactly when I pulled out my packing cock – sometime in the beginning – but then switched to my hands when I figured out she comes that way, gspot orgasms, one after another and I love to feel it inside when that happens. Love the way she thickens and shudders, her whole body twisting, so I hold her down, forearm over her chest, my knees holding her thighs open.

I don’t know when it was that I took off my bondage belt and waited for her to slide her wrists through it. I took hold of the loose strap and curled it around my hand for grip, twisted it a little, her arms over her head, on her back again, just so she could resist, just so she could feel the pressure, my other hand between her legs and shoving inside, fast, hard, or slower, massaging and tender, as she thrashed against the pillows again.

Gorgeous.

We lay together and I catch my breath, flex and stretch my fingers. I run my palm along her hips, the sides of her body, and she is all nerve endings and sensitive skin, writhing under my touch, rubbing her feet against the blanket on the bed. I could take her again. Could roll her into her back and listen to her breathe and moan.

I like the way her moaning becomes practically laughter as she gets closer. How she turns her head to the side and strains with every muscle like she’s trying to press all the edges of her, like she’s going to tear her way out of herself, la petite mort indeed.

She shifts next to me, I balance on my elbows on top of her again. I still have my tee shirt, my slacks, on. She’s stripped bare.

“Did I mention I’m kind of … insatiable?” she asks, a little embarrassed, a little shy, a little excited.

I grin. So am I.

My hand between her legs again, my mouth at her neck. “You’re wet.”

“Yes,” she breathes in my ear.

Yes, yes, yes.

I could’ve fucked Kristen for a few more hours at least. Was just hitting my stride, just beginning to feel confident in the ways her body turns on and gets off. There is so much more I know I could do to her. I barely got to smack her. Barely used force. There was very little restraint or bondage, very little sensation play, and she could take it, I know she could.

We could’ve kept going. Two hours wasn’t quite enough.

What a wonderful feeling to have coming away from a near-perfect date: that raw potential for more, more, more.