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

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

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

Cyberecstasy

The Love of Sea Glass

Watching you

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

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Last Night

You foreshadowed our hedonistic exploits early in the evening by preparing a delectable dinner of spinach salad with dried cranberries and walnuts, then strawberry shortcake for dessert. You offered to make me a strawberry daiquiri, too, but I declined because I know that alcohol makes me sleepy, not horny. It was still early and I wanted to be ready for my Candyman.

(Get this album here, you’ll be glad you did.)

I put the little one to bed and finished my night time routine. I was eager to join you, naked in our bed. Before I slithered in beside you I made sure to fetch some chocolate from our stash beside the bed. It’s no accident that the chocolate is hidden in the same place as our sex toys.

Chocolate always leads to kissing, and while we kissed my hand found your cock. I discovered that you were already rock hard and I felt my cunt tighten in anticipation.

Normally I like to lick and suck your cock before I climb aboard, but last night was different. Last night I couldn’t wait to fill my pussy and ride you to ecstasy, and I did. I know you love to watch me rock and buck on your cock while you play with my ass, but last night you did something new. Last night you slapped my ass, hard, while I was grinding myself into a cock-fueled bliss, and I liked it. I screamed my approval and you slapped me again, harder. I screamed louder. Yes Daddy! And I kept cumming.

I might have ridden your cock some more. I might have leaned back so I could finger my clit while I straddled you, but last night you had other ideas. Last night you knew what you wanted and you didn’t hesitate to show me. You flipped me over onto my back and proceeded to give me a good, hard dicking. I love it when you toss me around and throw me down on the mattress because you just can’t wait another second to get what you want. Your need is urgent and intense and forceful. I like it when you need it bad, Daddy. I want to give it to you. I want to show you what a good slut I can be.

You fucked me just the way I like to be fucked and I came bigger and better than ever. Every night we reach new heights of orgasmic intensity, but last night was extra good, Daddy. Last night my pussy was so worked up that pretty soon I didn’t need my little bullet vibe. I just needed your cock and my whole body answered to the sensations in my pussy. I came like a fucking champion while you growled your approval. And then I did it again. No matter how much I came, I kept wanting more, and you were always eager to give it to me.

Most of the time I have to focus intently on your pleasure to make you cum. Your spunk can be stubborn at times, Daddy, but I know how to coax it out of you and I delight in the effort. But not last night. Last night you just couldn’t help yourself. Last night you and your cock got a bit carried away while my knees were up around my shoulders and my hands were gripping your ass, and then I heard that triumphant growl that I know and love so well and I answered in kind. We almost never get to cum together but last night we did. Last night was fucking glorious.

I hope we can do it again tonight.

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Poppin’ my HNT cherry

Ruby's Ass
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone!

It’s taken me a while to get up the nerve to do HNT, but here it is. I decided to showcase Steel’s favorite feature;) This song by the Asylum Street Spankers is for all you admirers of callipygian females:

That dress is one of my new favorites. I got it at Goodwill a few weeks ago and broke it in at a SCOTS show shortly thereafter. It has a wild pinball motif and although I’m not into pinball, I love this dress. I also wore it on the Fourth of July because it has lots of POW! graphics all over it.

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TMI Tuesday #91

Look, I’m not late this time!

  1. Who was your childhood hero? Pippi Longstocking! She had a horse in her house and a pet monkey and she could kick some serious ass.
  2. Have you ever had sex with someone who has a myspace page? Steel’s band has a MySpace page, does that count?
  3. What fantasies have you openly told your partner about? Funny you should ask, since we just had that conversation! See my last post for more details;)
  4. Have you ever said you love someone but didn’t mean it? Not consciously, although when I was a teen I used to say it without really understanding what being in love is all about.
  5. Have you ever woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you? Nope.
  6. Bonus: Do you remember a time when you were having sex that you smile or even laugh about now? Do tell…. Well, I don’t have any funny stories, just times I look back on fondly. For example, back when Steel first moved in with me he was working 12-hour graveyard shifts. He’d get home at 4:30 in the morning and I’d be sleeping soundly in my bed, often accompanied by my little one who liked to sneak into my bed around midnight. Steel would pick me up and carry me upstairs to his bed (better for sleeping during daylight hours) and then fuck me mercilessly. He was so earnest and intense and I was mighty impressed by his endurance while working such a grueling schedule.
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The Kink Spectrum

I’ve been reading sex blogs long enough to know that I rank pretty low on the kink spectrum. I’m pretty comfortable with my vanilla (or sarsaparilla, if you prefer;) status, since I’m having rather spectacular sex. I’d also like to note that it’s not necessarily a static condition.

In just the last 5 years or so I’ve reached a more advanced level of vanilla. There was a time when I thought casual NSA sex and multiple orgasms were the height of my personal sexual daredevilry, for that was certainly as far as I ever wished to go. But as I grow older and (hopefully) wiser I seem to be getting kinkier, too.

I have to give Steel credit for much of my kink progression, for he’s the first man I’ve trusted enough to share and explore my kinks with. It all started when I ditched my inhibitions and began masturbating during sex. Now I’m an avid clitty slut and there’s no turning back. We’ve also dabbled in some light bondage. I can’t say that was a big turn on for me but it’s the sort of thing that can be fun when the mood strikes me. Steel’s also the first man to talk dirty to me and that definitely got my attention. He has the perfect voice for it and he knows how to use it. In turn, I’ve become quite the eager trash-talker myself and it’s clear that he enjoys my talents.

The next kink I’d like to explore is my exhibitionism. It’s a fantasy that I haven’t acted on yet, but it’s only a matter of time. I haven’t worked out the details either, but I’m sure Steel will be happy to help me negotiate my boundaries;)

I’m also a bit of a voyeur, too, which should complement my inner exhibitionist nicely, I think. So I’ve been planning to check out a local swingers club or party sometime soon. After next week my son will be spending a few weeks with his grandparents so Steel and I will have lots of freedom to indulge our naughty tendencies. I think it might be fun to test the waters at a swingers party and see what comes of it.

One thing is definite, I’m not going to do anything unless I really feel inspired to do so in the moment. It’s entirely possible that I’ll show up at an event with Steel and for whatever reason I won’t have any desire to remove a single article of clothing, let alone perform any orgasmic acrobatics. I’m very picky and I’m a big believer in chemistry, which is a vague and elusive but crucial element to my sexuality. I can’t perform in any way just to please someone else’s expectations. I have to be “feeling it” in the moment or it just won’t happen.

Of course, whether or not I’m sufficiently aroused to fuck for an audience, I’m confident that watching other people go at it will, at the very least, stir my pussy’s appetite for cock. No matter what happens Steel is sure to reap some benefits.

And once you release that genie from the kink bottle, you can never be too sure what will happen next as inhibitions and taboos are kicked aside. Maybe Steel will fuck me in a room full of people and I’ll be so hot and horny that I’ll be begging for more cock. With a room full of zealous volunteers, who knows what could happen?

I think this is why the unleashing of our personal kinks can be a bit scary. It seems that the more we explore our boundaries, the further we expand them and the only question is, where do we stop? When is it enough? Is there any such thing as “enough”?

For now, I’m relatively vanilla on the wide kink spectrum, but I’m looking forward to exploring new adventures. We all have to start somewhere and there’s no telling where we’ll end up. Perhaps exhibitionism is like a gateway drug and before long I’ll be hooked on the hard stuff;)

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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.

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TMI #90

I’ve been away on a family trip for the last 3 days so I’ve got some catching up to do. I need to finish up some posts of substance, so in the meanwhile I’ll leave you with my contribution to TMI Tuesday. Enjoy!

  1. Describe your first kiss. I was in eighth grade at a school dance. I was slow-dancing with a gangly boy a foot taller than myself who wasn’t particularly handsome but he was on the football team so my friends deemed him worthy. He leaned over to kiss me and I remember feeling giddy with curiosity. Curiosity quickly yielded to revulsion as he proceeded to slobber all over my face and assault my tonsils with his tongue. It was dreadful.
  2. Should a person’s pubic hair be trimmed, shaved, or just grown out as the jungle God intended it to be? A person should do whatever they damn well please with their own pubic hair.
  3. What’s the best super-hero comic book movie ever made? Orgazmo! “I’m not a superhero! I’m a Latter-Day Saint.”
  4. Coke or Pepsi? Ugh. Neither. I rarely drink soda. When I do, it would be ginger ale (my favorite) or root beer.
  5. Have you ever been caught masturbating? Not that I’m aware of, but who knows?
  6. Which way do you lean your head when going for a kiss? I don’t know that I’ve ever noticed. I guess it would be the opposite tilt of his head.
  7. Jockstraps, sexy or no? No. My husband has a gorgeous ass, but seeing him in a jockstrap just makes me giggle. I like it better bare!
  8. Bonus: Have you ever used the excuse, “Oh, I was so drunk that night, I don’t remember a THING!” Can’t say I have. I’ve never been much of a drinker. For me, getting too drunk always ended with me retching over a toilet. Not very sexy. As for excuses, I can’t say I’ve felt compelled to use one. For some reason I didn’t really engage in many random hook-ups in college. I went through an alternate phase in which I decided that there were precious few guys worthy of my pussy, which was pretty much true. However, I wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about abstinence either, so my solution was to have a boy toy handy for NSA sex. It was a pretty good system, actually.

    I did have a couple of one-night stands while I was traveling alone on separate occasions. It was fun and I wasn’t the least bit drunk. Afterward I went home and told my friends all about it. I had no shame, so there was no need to manufacture silly excuses.

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Tagged! 7 Random Things

I’ve been tagged! This one was actually a little tricky since I just recently wrote my 100 things about Ruby post, but I’m a multifarious creature so I managed to come up with 7 more random things about me. Here you go:

  1. When I met and began dating my husband, one of the first things he did that swept me off my feet was to bring a book of poetry to read to me at my house. The book was Love Is a Dog from Hell by Charles Bukowski. I swooned;)
  2. I went to an all-girls Catholic School during grades 5-8. Our playground games were burly and bad ass. Thanks to our antics, the maypole-thingy was deemed too dangerous and removed, one girl broke her collarbone during seesaw wars, and I accidentally knocked the head off a statue of St. Joseph during a snowy game of King of the Hill. Those nuns just loved us.
  3. My son was born at home. My birth was attended by two nurse midwives, my mother, and two close friends. There wasn’t a single man present. I had a relatively easy labor (just 4 hours) and a peaceful birth. Nothing has been easy since then, though!
  4. When I was pregnant I was one of those women who looks like she just swallowed a watermelon. I’m not exaggerating! My belly stuck straight out in appalling proportions, but if you saw me from behind you couldn’t even tell I was pregnant. Despite my diligent application of copious cocoa butter and Vitamin E lotion, I don’t just have stretch marks, I have saggy baggy skin all around my belly button. I’ve always had a perfectly flat tummy that I once loved to show off, but now I’m very self-conscious about it. Even though it’s flat as ever, I have the tummy of a 90-year old woman.
  5. I’ve never had a brand new car, and I don’t want one. The newest model I’ve ever owned is the 1999 S-10 pickup we currently drive. Our other vehicle is a 1989 Dodge Ram Van that we bought recently so we could finally transport all 6 kids in one vehicle on weekends. Prior to that I had a 1991 Grand Marquis and we needed both vehicles to travel anywhere with the whole family. When I’m alone I really prefer to get around on foot or by bicycle.
  6. I absolutely love thunderstorms. I find them to be intensely erotic and just altogether awe-inspiring. When I lived on my little sailboat in FL, lots of people would wonder how my son and I managed during storms, and wasn’t I afraid? In fact I loved nothing more than being on my boat (safely on its mooring, that is) during a fierce thunderstorm. I’ve seen some of the most incredible cloud formations while watching an approaching storm on the bay. I loved the sound of the wind and the rain and the way the boat would pivot on its mooring when the wind shifted, and the way the choppy seas tossed and rocked our little home on the water. Even my little one was fearless, bless his swarthy pirate heart. Hurricanes, however, are another story entirely. I love storms, but I’m not suicidal. I prefer to ride those out on dry land.
  7. I’m afraid of spiders but I love spiderwebs. Really big spiders simultaneously terrify and fascinate me. Some of them are truly beautiful and I don’t mind admiring them from a safe distance. I definitely prefer spiders who live in their webs to the ones that creep around in dark corners and sneak up on you without warning. I try not to kill them and if he’s available I’ll have Steel gently relocate them outdoors. I never kill spiders that I find outside because that’s their turf. But if I find one in my house then they better pray that Steel is around to remove them.

I’m supposed to tag 7 more bloggers, but I can’t think of anyone who hasn’t already done this meme. If you’re reading this and thinking “Pick me, pick me!” then by all means, go for it! If you do, please leave a comment so we know you’ve participated and then we can check out your answers.

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