Monthly Archives: July 2008

An odd manifesto

Ellie Lumpesse sent me a series of questions which I didn’t really answer because I don’t know how.  The questions were:

1. When was the first time you remember being aware of masculinity? How old were you? What was the cultural climate or influence?

2. Do you think of yourself as masculine? Why or why not?

3. How does your masculinity relate to your sexuality (be it your orientation, preferences, or expressions)?

 

What I said, after the jump. . .

 

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Boss(fiction)

About three months ago, I was transferred to Vicky’s group.   She tended to micromanage, but I adapted well and learned to how to make my work product conform to her preferences.  Little did I know, that’s not all I’d be doing for her.

When she started keeping me later than everyone else, I assumed it was because she depended on me for quality work.  The relationship I had with my girlfriend was already on the rocks and after three Friday nights at the office she made the decision for me.  When my girlfriend became my ex, I told Vicky about it and she offered to take me out for drinks.

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Marcy(fantasy)

Marcy was sadistic.  Privately dominating me turned her on more than anything else.  I’ll admit, when she tied me down slapped her hand against my ass, my cock responded.  Whenever she finished torturing me, she’d usually let me climb on top of her and fuck her senseless.  She was always soaking wet by that point so I knew the power trip of tying me down really did it for her.  She always managed slip inside my head and fill my mind with such intense lust that I’d find myself begging for her to do things to me I’d never ordinarily think would be sexy.  Hell, before meeting her, I never thought getting struck would be sexy.

Still, one night stands out in my mind.  Marcy and I had enjoyed a few glasses of wine at the restaurant down the street from her flat when she slid a deceptively slim looking box across the table.  It was black and wrapped with a single gold ribbon tied in a bow.  We made eye contact and while holding my gaze she told me to go to a bathroom stall, open the box, and follow the instructions.

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Sugasm 141

 

This Week’s Picks
Comedy vs. Tragedy
“Are you on your period? What? Did he just say…”

Ian, or, Sometimes Sex is Hilarious
“In short, it isn’t sex blogger sex.”

A Wish
“I wish that you could know the indescribable pleasure of being enfolded in your warm, gentle wetness.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Road Rage

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Forgetting
How Do You Flirt With Milk?
The Hunt
I Don’t Usually Date, but…
I have huge tits.
Men on Pointe
My Femme Cock
Nibbles and Bits: Vegetarian? Really? Doh!
Present and first love making

Sex Advice
How to Make Her Want Anal Sex
Play Safe
The Power of Suggestion- And How It Helps You Meet Women

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Gisele Bundchen Topless and Nipple Slip Pictures
HNT – Purple Lace Part Two
Lady Sascha Does HHNT
Marta – Professional
Once upon a time HNT
Pornsaint Tara Tainton
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet -HNT
Sam Bound

Sex Humor
It did not work
When your mother has more sex than you do…

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Can’t Get Enough
Fiction – The Wrong Smith Girl
Getting to fuck the neighbor 15
Harder…
In any language,…
Le Cadeaux
Nine: of nasty names
Oh Honey, Make Yourself Cum for Me
The Parking Garage
Pointless
The Ride.
Rub a Dub Dub
The Second Time Around
Slow.Soft.Hot.Perfect
Spin the bottle-the conclusion
Tits~n~Teets 2
TNT – Part 2
The Wanting
Writhe

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Can A Film Prostitute In 1930’s Shanghai Fare Any Better Than One Of The 100,000 Prostitutes Working The Streets In The City?
Donate To Satine Phoenix’s Tantric Exploration
Escort X: Find great escorts
Spanking erotica interview with Alison Tyler
The value of erotic blogging
Wanted: Your Orgasms Caught on Tape

BDSM & Fetish
Auction of a Slave
Changing Cravings For Pain: A Survey
A Beautifully Cruel Predicament Bondage Scene
Cuntwriting
Fitting Punishment
The house in Vienna
July MVK: Play piercing
Leather Retreat 2008 – The Toll Booth
Mz Berlin Gets The Bastinado And Rack Torture On Hogtied
Necessary Roughness
Routine Maintenance, pt. 2
A Scene in Three Parts … (part III)
Taken and Collared as a Sex Slave while her husband sleeps
Telegraph
Trying on new shoes, Friday night edition

Fish Oil Smoothie

So, yeah.  I’m strangely obsessed with getting into better shape.  In pursuit of this goal, I made myself a post-workout smoothie.  It had everything, protein, milk, ice, fruit, and creatine.  Then I had to mess it all up by trying to improve it with some fish oil capsules.

There in the capsules for a reason folks.  It tasted horrible, but I drank it anyway.  I look about the same in the mirror, but haven’t been able to shake the taste.  The things I’ll do to feel sexy.

More Selfish Genes..

So, I’m reading The Selfish Gene, by Richard Dawkins. It rocks. Anyway, supposedly, the reason women are beautiful is because its a method to compete for men. Apparently, men don’t compete for mates along a beauty scale.

Then again, it may just be that most biologists are doods and gynephiles. I dunno though, I think everyone agrees that women are much better looking.

Gigantic Problem

Avril’s video finally overtook Evolution of Dance as the #1 video on youtube.  The universe may implode if you don’t watch Evolution of Dance compulsively until its back on top.

Just clicky clicky and everything will be okay.

Mutual Exploitation

I’m working my way through Richard Dawkin’s book, The Selfish Gene.  Written in the 70′s, it remains incredibly relevant.  I’m enjoying the chapter detailing the relationship between the sexes and the various strategies one might adopt.  At base, we’re just exploiting each other.  I suppose there’s no need to feel guilty about it now?

Androphilia, or why I want to date a gay dood’s sister

Slate had a pretty interesting article on the genetic basis for male homosexuality.  Condensed version: new theory shows a gene for sexual attraction to men increases fecundity in women and, when expressed in men, results in teh gayness.  This theory offers a selfish gene type explanation for male homosexuality.  Its the only one I know of and it makes a lot of sense.

Really all we know is that male androphilia and increased fecundity in women are strongly correlated.  I’m wondering if women with the gene expressing itself lust more strongly and fuck more vigorously.  

Though, finding a way to date women with gay siblings will be pretty difficult.  My gay friends don’t have any single sisters that I know of.  Their sisters seem to be married and having kids already…   I suppose I could wingman at some gay bars and use my novel theory to try and con gay guys into introducing me to their sisters.  That’s likely to get me slugged.  

Another wrinkle, if I linked up with a woman who was very androphilic and carried the gene for it, it would likely get passed to my children.  Sure the sex life would be amazing, but my children would probably all love the cock.  I’d be left alone as the sole gynephile. Though, I suppose I could bond with the in-laws.

Things to ponder.

Paid Plaything (fiction)

Megan and I had known each other for years.  We’d always flirted but nothing ever developed.  Whenever one of us was single, the other was trying to make a relationship work.  Eventually, we ended up in different cities but stayed in touch over email and instant messenger.

Chatting online, the topic turned towards prostitution and why people who could get laid on their own relatively easily would pay for it.  I told her that I thought it was about power and control.  With negotiated terms and payment, you knew what you were going to get.  They worked to please you and you didn’t need to feel guilty about accepting it or obligated to make sure they got off.  It was really just a form of masturbation with another person as your masturbation sleeve or dildo.

She agreed and then asked the question that changed everything between us.

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