Sugasm #128

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 #129? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Fellatrices: C-u-n-n-i-l-i-n-g-u-s
“Yep, sounds like the boyfriend needs a lesson,” she affirmed. “You just need to show him where to lick.”

In Plain Sight
“She was laughing flirtatiously and he had a look of a cat that’s about to get the cream.”

Succor.
“The act of suspension removed me from my ego and placed me at the still point.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself (one from the vaults)
Ten Things to Thank Porn For

Editor’s Choice
Half-Nekkid Thursday: My Hustler Debut

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

BDSM & Fetish
Bath time…
The Edge
Fetish Friday - Shoes
Figging and Coat Hanger Spanking
Half-Nekkid in Tighty Whities
“HIS Good Girl!”
Phone sex and the belt
Sexual narratives
Silence
Sugarbutch Star: Shannon

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Dirty Girls: an interview with Rachel Kramer Bussel
Essen Fetish Evolution Weekend 2008
Jenna’s Velvet G-Spot Vibrator Review
Top Ten Sex Toys To Laugh At

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Blonde MILF gets stuffed in ass in Gangbang
Carla Bruni Nude Pictures Worth $91000
Divinity
Jana Jordan & Lena Nicole
Lady Dalbin at the Crazy Horse in Paris
Pornsaint Jasmine Tame
Sapphic Erotica
Video Blue Line Cinema

Erotic Writing and Experiences
The Allure
B is for Bukkake
Captivating the college girl-Part III
Getting In Touch With Myself
Giving Out Candy
In Dreams There Are No Limits Part II
Miss Take Charge
Night terrors.
A Party Primer
Pushing The Right Buttons
Speedos removed - orgy with the boys
The Steam Room - An Erotic Tale
Surreality in Dreams
An Unavoidable Mistake
Verbal Domination, Verbal Cruelty (part 2)
The Waitress

Sex Work
The Taboo Fantasy Of Max Mosley

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Bed Tango
Choices
Has Gay lost its magic charm?
Just Like Porn! …but not.
Nazi Fantasies
New Jersey Fish Mouth
Not just another pretty face.
On (some) Radical Feminist approaches to studying
Sexual Assault; My Story.
Trimmed
The YouTube Divorce? Oh, No, You Did Not

This Little Piggy...

New! Play This Little Piggy!

For little piggies who fantasize about my piggies (and you know who you are, foot fetish fellows), and for those who just need to practice worshiping me from the bottom up... Naked toes (and more!) if you play This Little Piggy with me!

This little piggy went to market ($3)

This little piggy stayed home ($4)

This little piggy had roast beef ($6)

This little piggy had none ($7)

This little piggy wanked "wee wee wee" all night at home ($10).

For good little piggies, who show they can obey the rules (purchase in order & follow directions), there's one extra special photo... Message me & I'll provide the private PPV.

His Humiliation Continues...

On Monday, Secondhand Rose and I tag-teamed a sock puppet. Here's his most recent report (and a public humiliation):

After speaking to Ms Rose for a lengthy ticking off, and further debasement, i am instructed to report to You exactly what sent me over the edge during our conversation together [hope it's not too much of a grossout]:

Specifically, She transported me to the open field where Your pictures were taken & i am kneeling before You. With You striping in front of me & Her teasing from behind, i am told to put on Your sheer stockings after You have taken them off, and asked whether i'd like to tittyfuck [vulgar language! puh-lease!] either of You.

While i'd have jumped at the chance, permission is denied, and i am told that the only way i'm getting off is if i jerk myself through the pair of Your stockings that i've put on, all the while You're both berating me about what a disgusting perv i am, and how You are going to take back Your stockings, spoiled by me, and show all Your girlfriends, telling them what a seedy perv's done to our clothing.

Despite [ok, because of] such humiliation, there was no way i could keep from copiously cumming over the edge, kneeling in a field in stockings while 2 Dommes laugh hysterically at my humiliation.

Cross Dressing Talk Radio

This Wednesday, April 23rd, Cult of Gracie Radio launches with a discussion of cross dressing:

April 23 Dr. Jane Vargas, a PhD in human sexuality & expert in tease and fetish, talks cross dressing.

About Jane: After dating a fetishist, she started X-traordinary Talk as a hobby. It grew very quickly and she quit her job as a magazine editor to grow the business which is now nearly 15 years old. She earned her PhD in 2002, with a dissertation on the sexual expression of tease (as distinct from flirtation and seduction) and how tease has manifested in artwork thru the ages. All while raising two strong, feminist daughters.

Giving Out Candy

When I was a little girl, do-gooders would give me pieces of candy. It was supposed to be a nice thing to give the poor kids. I took it, and enjoyed it. But as I got older I noticed the look in my momma's eyes -- the look in all the mommas' eyes when their kids were given candy. It wasn't just the shame that comes from knowing others have decided your kids are poor and needy, but the fact that they'd rather that the well-meaning person would hand out bags of rice or otherwise give something that would help more than the five minutes of sweet sugar.

I continued to accept the candy.

As I got older, I also started to notice the ways giving candy changed.

My short Daisy Dukes weren't a fashion statement -- or a sign of promiscuity either. They were shorts that were too short but there was no money for better fitting shorts. But I saw the looks. And while I didn't, at first, understand it; I knew there was a wistfulness, a question, a begging in their eyes...

And that's when I began to feel the power shift. Shift to me.

Now I had something they wanted and they quickly became the needy ones I could hand out sweet stuff to.

Like the do-gooders who gave me candy, I gave out small pieces here and there, but never enough to really address the full hunger.

Trailer park girls are smarter than you think. We know we can't say, "Give me a computer and I'll give you a blow job." The average guy will automatically believe there's never been a blow job worth that. The trick is getting him to believe it is. So you tease and deny, increasing the desire and then the value of the blow job. The blow job becomes nearly unobtainable, and suddenly, just seeing your pantyhose-covered ass is worth a pc.

Even when he knows what you'll do with that pc.

And when you've got the pc, you dump him. Because now you need the cable guy to get you hooked-up for free. The computer guy, who's been wanking to his mental images of your ass all week, sees the cable guy leaving, and assumes he's gotten a blow job -- his blow job. He begs that he deserves one. But you laugh at him, tell him to email you pictures of his wee willie to impress you first, and shut the door.

Now you've got two men vying for you and the value of the bj increases wildly.

And you've got photos of pathetic penis to leverage into who knows what else.

Like photos.

Stories From The Trailer Park

From Trailer Trash, by Hank Hyena:

"William," I hissed, "your wife was gonna sleep with somebody while you were gone, and I wanted it to be someone that you trust. Plus, Abigail and I are awkward around each other, we don't know each other very well. We thought screwing would be a good way to break the ice. Besides, I sleep with other men's wives: I didn't want you to feel left out."

He cursed me now, groaning, "God damn you! You're gonna rot in hell!"

"Perfect," I replied. "Truth is, I slept with Abigail because satanic wisdom is attained in the sexual act, and I am a seeker of knowledge."

OK. I didn't say those cruel and clever things. Truth is, I stood there sniveling, crimson with shame, staring down at the ants crawling between my feet. I whispered "sorry, sorry, sorry" about 2,000 times. But it sounds better the other way.

I'm wedded now, to a woman who hears me relate innumerable depraved tales about myself. "People must wonder," she says, "why I married such a creep."

"I wonder myself," I reply.

Also contains this Best Line Ever: "Married people are so damn condescending, thinking they're better off than rogue predators."

I'm Not Your Angel

I've looked at my last, unrequested, photo of cock -- most of them so small, they remind me of sad little, limp sock puppets.

I've sent my last free nude photos, to get you in the mood.

But I'm not done with you --

From now on, you'll pay.

For every snicker, for every refusal, you, dear wanker boy, will pay.

You'll pay for my amusement, my mocking laughter, and pretty pictures you wish you were man enough to rise to the occasion for -- and should you be able to muster a little sprout, I'll deny you the satisfaction of coming. Because there's nothing in it for me.

And should my laughter at your weak impotent cock make me wistful for real men with cocks so large and hard that they threaten to snap this lithe 22 year frame in two, warming my cunt and making me wet, I'll force you to pay to listen to what such a lucky man could do -- all he would do, that you cannot.

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