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Sugasm #88

Sugasm #88

Mon 16th Jul, 07

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 #89? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

This Week’s Picks

Kinky To Vanilla

“Now, each time we play with others, it’s a gift that further cements our closeness and shows us the value of our love.”

One For The Guys

“Get into the habit of building your sexual pleasure and indulging in it fully.”

When A Client Dies-Part 2

“As I drank my morning coffee I googled his name and “obit”. Up popped his obituary.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

A Porn Store Clerk Speaks

Editor’s Choice

Love at First Sight

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Ruby’s Picks

From now on, I’ll be highlighting my personal favorites from the weekly Sugasm since there are always more than three (or even five) noteworthy entries. Enjoy!

Sex Work

Clients Say the Darndest Things

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Bald = hot

Kinky Vanilla

On abandon

Erotic Writing and Experiences


The Love of Sea Glass

Watching you

Virgin Princess Award Winner courtesy of Mistress 160’s Abode.

Filed under: Sugasm | July 16th, 2007 Comments (0)

Three years

I have a history of being a bit of a commitment-phobe. When Steel and I hit the 2-year mark last summer that was a record for me; I’d never been in a relationship that long before. My tendency had always been to walk away as soon as it stopped being fun. I have very little tolerance for bullshit, headgames or stagnation. My standards are astronomically high and my fuse is shorter than a cock on ice. I’m feisty, demanding, and stubborn. I may be a harsh mistress but I hold myself to the same standards.

Steel impressed me from our first contact and hasn’t stopped dazzling me since, and that’s not easy to do. He hasn’t just spoiled me rotten, he’s completely ruined me. He’s attentive, affectionate, considerate and generous. No one has ever managed to captivate my heart and mind like he has and I consider myself to be very blessed.

Which isn’t to say that it’s all been a bed of roses. I lost my best friend because she was jealous of my husband. I continue to endure the scorn of his ex-wife and the resentment of his children.* He bears the tumultuous whims of my moods and the violent, defiant outbursts of my impulsive and precocious son. We’ve weathered 3 emotionally charged outbreaks of head lice (ugh) and survived several stressful DIY home improvement projects. He puts up with my family’s quirks and I tolerate his inability to put the toilet seat down. We are mere human animals, fumbling through the game of life.

I haven’t always been sure I made the right choice when I married him, if only because I often feel like I’m not cut out for this stepmom gig. I thought being a single mom was tough, but it’s a cakewalk compared to stepparenting. I can’t even stand to watch movies like “Yours, Mine and Ours” because they’re so far removed from reality. I mean, have you ever noticed that on TV and in movies when two people with kids get married their ex-spouses are always conveniently dead?

Through it all, marriage has been a major catalyst for my personal growth, second only to motherhood. It has forced me to face some of my personal demons and take responsibility for my character flaws. I used to be skeptical of marriage. I was never one of those girls who fantasized about my wedding day. I didn’t want a house with a 2-car garage and a picket fence. I wanted to live a carefree exotic life and I dared my suitors to try to keep up with me. I was a remorseless heart-breaker and a reckless bohemian.

Now I like to remind myself of that old cliche, “Life is what you make of it.” This applies to marriage as much as anything. Just because society has a rigid definition of marital bliss doesn’t mean that we have to adhere to it. I’ve never worn a diamond ring and never will. Steel and I had a tiny wedding ceremony with just 2 friends as witnesses. We honeymooned in Colorado, camping in tents and having alpine adventures. I didn’t change my last name and he didn’t give up blowjobs. The sex just keeps getting better all the time. I recently sent him a list of new tricks for us to add to our sexual repetoire. I look forward to growing old with him. He still makes me swoon. Especially when he sings this song:

Last summer our family went to Kansas to celebrate Steel’s parents’ 50th wedding anniversary. I have wonderful in-laws, and it was truly inspiring to witness the culmination of their life together. During the toast my father-in-law advised the other couples that the secret to a long and happy marriage was to remember to appreciate each other, and suggested that the best way to express your appreciation was to say, often and sincerely, “Thank you, dear, for putting up with me.”

Tomorrow Steel and I will celebrate three years as a married couple. Some people claim that we’ve reached our quota of marital bliss and we should expect to put our best years behind us. But statistics don’t worry me at all. We determine our own future by being grateful for every moment we have together. A little appreciation goes a long way, and we are rich in gratitude.

Thank you, dear, for putting up with me. I love you infinitely.

*For the record, I was never the “other woman.” They had been separated for several months before we met.

Filed under: Sugasm, General | July 6th, 2007 Comments (16)

Sugasm 84

I’m back in the Sugasm this week after some slacking off. Hats off to Lina, Badgirl, Sweet Caroline and Tara Tainton for making the top picks!

Sugasm #84

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #85? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

This Week’s Picks

C’s Little Witch (…)
“Tom wrote on his blog I would do anything carnal to please her: oh, yes. Oh, yes.”

How to have a secret affair at work (…)
-Funny video-

Desperate wantonness is not always pretty (…)
“Am I now so desperate for sex that I’m causing random sex toys to spontaneously get off when they’re around me?”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

ActionGirls 2007 (…)

Editor’s Choice

History of Gay and Lesbian Pride Month (…)

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

All Righty Then… (…)

Attention to detail (…)
Hot and Bothered:Feminist Pornography (…)
In Which I Defend Myself, And Likely You Too (…)

On Baritones and the State of My Panties (…)
A Random Post About Why Shay Rarely Reads Erotica (…)
Thank You, Sir, May I Have Another? (…)

BDSM & Fetish

Dress Up (…)
His need (…)
Kink In The Mainstream - Exhibit B: Family Guy Bondage (…)

Making sense of it all (…)
Marked (…)
My choice (my choice)

Wicked Saturday - Part 1 (…)
You gotta be punished! (…)

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Half-Nekkid Nipples (…)

Party Tricks (…)
Two For One (…)

Sex Work

Chastity (…)

Sex News & Reviews

Celebrate Pride Month with Our GLBT Designs! (…)
Ohio: no nudes is good nudes… (…)
Pearl Pleasure Comfort Grip Stroker Review (…)

Punished Brats review (…)

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Appel téléphonique (…)
Dress Code (…)

First date etiquette revised (…)
Frustration (…)
A lovely evening (…)

My Body is Yours (…)
A Night with the Office Meeting Guy (part 2) (…)
Orgasm Addict (…)

Party Games - Part 1 (…)
Tonight You Belong To Me (…)
Unexpected, Part Four (…)

What Comes After “Hello” (…)

Sex Humor

Eating Pussy (…)
Lawnmower Sex (…)

Paris Hilton Forced, By Society, To Acknowledge Worthlessness (…)

Nipple clamps courtesy of Sweat Shop Sissy.

Filed under: Sugasm | June 19th, 2007 Comments (1)

Orgasm Addict

You know you have a problem when you’re getting carpal tunnel from rubbing your clit. In both hands. Thank god for bullet vibes!

It’s not just me, though, that’s addicted to my orgasms. It’s Steel. He can never get enough. In fact, the more I come, the more he wants. He’s a glutton, that one, and I’m not complaining. On the contrary, I consider myself blessed to have found a partner who is so dedicated to exploring new heights in orgasmic ecstasy. Not to mention the fact that his hard-ons never die. Steel, indeed. He’s earned his moniker. Virile? Goddamn right. Seven kids and he’s still out-fucking the porn stars. He’s my Big Daddy.

If it weren’t for the limits of my pussy we’d never sleep. We’ve learned that too much vigorous sex in one night will put my pussy out of commission for the next day or two, so we try to pace ourselves. She’s such a delicate flower, my pussy, and yet she loves a nice, deep dicking. What a conundrum!

But there is something to be said for delayed gratification. We seldom go an entire week without sex, even when I’m having my period. But the very best sex is a good fucking after a prolonged break. Three days off is plenty, but even one day will make a difference. When my pussy’s fresh and well-rested she performs like an Olympic athlete. Bring on the cock and let the games begin!

Every time we fuck it’s like we discover new feats of pussy prowess. I’m seriously in awe of my orgasmic potential. Every night I think that surely this is it, I’ve peaked, I can’t possibly outdo that last one. And yet the very next night I will. And the next night, and the next night. I’m beginning to wonder how much more I can take. I can’t wait to find out;)

I’ve long since given up trying to count my orgasms. I don’t even know how to tell when one ends and the next one begins. They pulse through my body in wave after wave of seismic tremors. To me it feels very much like someone has turned on an electrical current in my pussy, and that current begins in my clit and then radiates throughout my body in concentric pulses. I’ve learned that once I start cumming I can pretty much keep going indefinitely until I need to pause to catch my breath. Sometimes I need to change position when my hips or legs become cramped because my muscles have been tensed for so long.

Typically I come best when I’m in a position where I can thrust my hips and pelvis forward. Being on my back and riding cowgirl are my favorites and I will come effortlessly in those positions. However, sometimes my pussy will surprise me. If she’s particularly frisky I might come without even touching my clit, which is rather unusual but always fun when it works.

Normally I rely on lots of clitty rubbing in combination with a deep dicking. There’s just nothing like feeling my lover’s fat cock filling my pussy and pumping away while my clit builds up to a frenzied climax. Bullet vibes are very helpful for this purpose. I love the little wireless ones, but I tend to go through the batteries very quickly. We have another one that used to be all shiny with a silver chrome finish, but all the finish has been rubbed off and it’s looking rather dingy these days. Poor thing.

Being on top is a nice switch because that’s when it’s easiest for me to grind my clit on Steel’s pelvic bone while I ride his cock. God, I love grinding. Which is one thing that’s awesome about having sex in the water (which can be challenging due to lubrication issues): vertical grinding! Yes, it can be done on dry land but it’s quite strenuous and I don’t know about you, but I can’t do it very long and I’m pretty buff for a gal. Buoyancy is a beautiful thing, folks.

Why I am telling you all this? Because all you perverts eat this shit up, that’s why! Well, and because it has come to my attention that this sort of orgasmic ability is considered some kind of special talent, maybe even a fluke. But I don’t think it’s either of those things. I think most, maybe even all, women could orgasm just like I do. I think there are a variety of reasons why so many aren’t able to do so, and I want to talk more about those in upcoming posts. Stay tuned!

Meanwhile, here’s my theme song for today. Enjoy!

Filed under: Sugasm, Orgasms, Ruby's Dirty Secrets | June 15th, 2007 Comments (10)

Sugasm #78

Hey, whadya know, I made the top three! Yippee! Thanks to everyone who voted for me. I’m quite honored to be in such fine company.

Sugasm #78

Mon 7th May, 07

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #79? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

This Week’s Picks

Coming into my own: How I learned to masturbate (…)
“Eventually I could no longer help myself, and I stealthily slipped my hand under my panties.”

A Hard Day’s Play - part 3 (…)
“Together, they create a new sensation, and I savour being able to literally taste their coupling.”

Sexist Sexy Hotel Kits (…)
“Kind of sexist? How about completely, amazingly, disgustingly sexist.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Dancers for Democracy (…)

Editor’s Choice

On my 31st birthday, I gave my boyfriend two blowjobs… (…)

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Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Dancing ’round the giant phallus (…)
I’m often asked, “Gracie, does size really matter?” (…)
I Want To Show Off…. Tastefully! (…)
Meat Puppet? (…)
Naked Polemics (…)
Sex While Sick = Interesting Results (…)

Sex Work

Armed and Talking (…)
Photo Session - part one (…)

Sex & Politics

Sexual Liberation? (…)
Why Is Kink Taboo? Why Is SEX Taboo? (…)

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Audio: Celebrating Masturbation Month (…)
I Shot Myself (…)
Jenna and her sexy friend (…)
New Lingerie (…)

BDSM & Fetish

Al And Lynn Again?!!?!?!? (…)
Doors, to be opened (…)
Half-Nekkid Sloppy Seconds (…)
Happy HNT - Sexy Vancouver Canucks fantasy (…)
Hasratda (…)
The Lady is a Tramp (…)
Pavlov’s pussy~ (…)
Right Round, Baby (…)
Used (…)
Who’s your daddy? (…)
Women on Top (…)

Sex News & Reviews

Caring For Your Monkey (…)
May is Masturbation Month! (…)
Who’s your daddy? (…)

Sex & Humor

Man-Eating Bush (…)

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Cracks in the ceiling (…)
Empowering Carpet Burn (…)
I Want Candy (…)
The Jalepeno-Flavored Whore (…)
A Moment’s Notice (…)
More stoned sex (…)
Never Doubt a Marine: The Weekend, Part Two (…)
A night stand (…)
Restaurant Voyeur (…)
She called (…)
Tell Me (…)
Telling Stories (…)

Money shot pic courtesy of How About Now?

Filed under: Sugasm | May 9th, 2007 Comments (4)

Coming into my own: How I learned to masturbate

I lost my virginity at age 17, but it was another 3 years before I went spelunking. During those 3 years I slept with several boyfriends, but I was lucky if I had even a fledgling little orgasm.

I never felt compelled to solve my own mysteries until I found myself in a prolonged dry spell. I was living and working on a remote dude ranch in the Rockies and there were just two groups of people that I had contact with. First, my fellow employees, whom I considered off limits. We were a small, tight-knit staff and not only did we work together, but we lived together 24/7. I had witnessed the drama of several ill-begotten liasons and vowed not to make that mistake myself.

The other group consisted of the ranch guests, a group of 30-40 couples and families that arrived on a strict weekly rotation. There were seldom, if ever, any singles in the roster. I don’t recall ever feeling the slightest attraction to any of the guests.

You might think that on a dude ranch there would be some prime cowboy meat available for a casual romp, and you’d be partially right in that they were certainly available. Each season they never failed to score with a cutie from either coast, charming them with their tight jeans and jingling spurs. And those belt buckles! I, however, was not so easily impressed. For one thing, I was one of them - a wrangler - and I could handle a horse as good or better than any of them. But the biggest reason I never got frisky with a cowboy was on account of their rodeo-sized ego. I really can’t stomach arrogant macho types in general, and I’d be damned if I was going to be just another notch in anyone’s belt buckle.

Wrangling was the most fun and interesting job I’ve ever had and I absolutely loved it. But I wasn’t getting any horizontal action and for the first time in my life I was desperately horny. What’s a girl to do?

I lived in a bunkhouse with 7 other girls, so privacy was scarce. But some nights I would lie awake, my body restless, my imagination lusty. Eventually I could no longer help myself, and I stealthily slipped my hand under my panties. I earnestly fiddled and prodded and soon I was getting warmer. My breath would quicken and I’d stifle a moan, but I would stop abruptly if I heard anyone stir even a little. I was terrified of discovery and painfully frustrated.

It became my naughty little nocturnal ritual and in time I grew bolder. Finally, after weeks of pearl fishing I brought myself to a tense orgasm, teeth clenched and breath held. It was exquisitely tortuous. I became addicted.

Paddling the pink canoe was a little easier during the winter season because our staff thinned out considerably and there were fewer girls in the bunkhouse. I even had the place to myself for a while in the off-season and that’s when I perfected my technique. Toys were obviously out of the question in the bunkhouse, but I made do very well with my nimble fingers. I learned to stroke my g-spot with my two middle fingers hooked inside my pussy while I rubbed my clit with the heel of my palm. Mmmmm.

It’s a good thing I had that opportunity to come into my own or who knows how much longer it would have taken me to learn how to orgasm. As it were, I would spend the next few years lamenting the fact that the orgasms I had with partners were never as good as the ones I gave myself.

Now I’m happy to say the evolution of my orgasm is still in progress. Just when I think that surely I must have peaked, they keep getting bigger and better. I’m very thankful that I have a partner who thrives on making me come:)

Did you know that May is Masturbation Month? It’s great to have an excuse to pay homage to the fabulous art of self-love!

Filed under: Masturbation, Confessions, Sugasm, Ruby's Dirty Secrets | May 3rd, 2007 Comments (22)

Sugasm #74

I popped my Sugasm cherry this week and it feels goooooood!



Sugasm #74

Mon 9th Apr, 2007

The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #75? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

This Week’s Picks

History: Marlene on the Wall (

“3AM, showering, head, his hands soapy on my breasts, I’m thankful I’ve dropped weight, the water is warm and cool enough to feel like bed.”

Afternoon Debauchery (

“Occasionally he’d push it further inside me, from where it had involuntarily escaped due to slickness and enthusiastic vibrations.”

Too Many Choices (

“We’d been naked most of the time since getting here on Friday, so I wasn’t surprised when I reached under her skirt and found that she wasn’t wearing any panties.”

Editor’s Choice

Spanking Models Run For Charity, AKA Bums on the Run (

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

Ah! Yer Kegeling Me! (

The Cruel Algorithm of Desire (

Gold Star Academy of Discipline to open Washington DC branch! (

Thoughts on the “true love revolution” (

NSFW Pics (& videos)

Jesse Capelli Nude (

Webmistress Feature Gallery: Dirty Chores (

Sex Work

Oh, for the good old days (

BDSM & Fetish

Hitting the Edge (

A Kinky Friend says… (

“Late for a Spanking” from He’s on Top, part two (

Laughter (

Lessons in the Boardroom, Part 3 (

March Questions: SM (

Meeboguest G confesses: “She likes denying my orgasms” (

Softness (

Surprise… (

Trip - Day One (

Sex News

Half-nekkid invitation (

The latest in Free Speech Coalition v. Gonzales (

Erotic Writing and Experiences

600 (

Elusive spunk (

The face at the window (

Feast of Delights (

Fuck Me (

Fuckfest March, part 3 (

Hold it Against Me. Please. (

I need…. (

I took the plunge (

In the Back Row pt. 5 (

La chasse (

“… not really.” (

On the Road Again (

Parents Possessed (http://

“So does this make me a slut or what?” (

Sperm-a-thon (

A Tiny Flame (

Trembling (

Using it (

Whose Cock Is This Anyway? (

You say good-bye, i say hello (

Your voice (

Sex Reviews & Advice

“G” Marks The Spot: Part One (

Gwen (Forever) Diamond (

The Sadistic Tourist (

She’s On Top Book Tour (

Lovely picture of C. courtesy of Polyamorously Perverse.

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Elusive spunk

So last night I had plans to have drinks with a friend. After work I changed into something sexy: a red plaid micro mini skirt with black knee-high stockings and a little black tank top. To complete the schoolgirl look I put my hair in pigtails, and with my black cat-eye glasses I was rockin’ the look, if I do say so myself.

Apparently, my husband, Steel, agreed. When he got home he took one look at me and smiled. Groping and kissing commenced, and it was clear that he was enjoying my easy-access skirt. I had to put the brakes on, though, because time was short and we are not so good at quickies (more on that later). He seemed a bit hurt that I would be leaving the house looking that good while he stayed at home, which only made it more fun to tease him. I was a very naughty schoolgirl, indeed!

I tried to appease him by promising that I wouldn’t stay out too late, and I would make it up to him when I got home. However, time got away from us and Steel was already asleep when I slipped into bed at the end of the night. It was, after all, a school night and I was tired, too.

This morning I showered and dressed and as usual he was still in bed. I sat on the bed next to him to give him a good morning kiss, and that’s when he placed my hand on his hard cock. Mmmm. I decided I should make up for my naughty teasing the night before, and I showered his cock with some proper attention.

Despite my talent and determination, however, Steel’s cock just wouldn’t give up the spunk. This has been known to happen and Steel is always very gracious and yet I’m always a little crestfallen. He assured me that it was a delightful treat and a fabulous way to start the day.

I pouted anyway and cried “But I was looking forward to a Breakfast of Champions!”

Someday I suppose I will learn to accept that Steel’s cock is just stingy with the spunk, and honestly, I can hardly complain. He’s in his 40’s so he doesn’t climax as easily as he used to. On the other hand, though, his cock is capable of marathon erections, which is a real bonus for me! We’re a somewhat unique couple, I suspect, in that I am able to orgasm easily and repeatedly, while it tends to take a lot more time and effort for him to climax. I say that we’re unique that way simply because there is so much fuss about men who come too quickly and women who have to work long and hard to reach orgasm, if at all. I’ve often suspected that this phenomenon has a lot to do with youth and inexperience, not to mention all the rampant hang-ups that both men and women have in relation to their bodies and intimacy.

In any case, I’m hoping to get another chance to play naughty school girl real soon. We’re going out together tonight - it’s our last night of freedom as my son is at his grandparents’ house for spring break - so I’m sure we’ll have all kinds of fun out of the house AND in bed;)

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