Fleshbot and Catching Up
May 17th, 2008 by Jefferson
This week’s Sex Blog Roundup at Fleshbot breaks a sweat by working out with the sex bloggers who keep us panting.
Last week’s Sex Blog Roundup—in case you missed it, as I missed you—rode the thrills, chills and spills of sex on the adventurous side.
The previous week’s Sex Blog Roundup—did I mention that I missed you? You got the flowers, right?—takes solace when the best laid plans go awry, though not without someone getting laid.
Those of you who enjoy stalking me have some catching up to do, as I catch up with friends when not moving or settling in.
Avah takes a poignant last look at my former abode, where so many things first happened for her. Two years ago, a retired teenaged call girl showed up at my door on her twentieth birthday. Now, countless orgies, beatings and orgasms later, the Jersey girl is among Gotham’s kink fixtures.
Jocasta finds alien panties and wonders from whence they came. Welcome to my world, sister.
Kansas puts me in the good company of her favorite “boy blog crushes.” I can’t speak for her other boys, but for this one at least, the road to reciprocity is well mapped.
Lynsey discovers the hazards of serving biscuits and sees a grown man cry over spilled bourbon.
Meanwhile, Janie ends an experiment with abstinence and sees a grown man slumber after the administration of much bourbon, barbeque and blowjobs. (Warning: this post may elicit marriage proposals for our late bloomer. Don’t share with those seeking green cards or stationed in lonely outposts.)
Newlywed Bridget takes us on a honeymoon, leaving my family well-danced.
Diva joins Bridget in shopping for sex toys and uncovers at case of mistaken identity.
And just as Avah goes national and Bridget goes bridal comes a new knock on my door. Mariella arrived bearing daisies and left without her panties—or her virginity.
While I was busy playing house, a new home for sex online opened its doors. Pack your bags for Naked City, the Village Voice sex blog edited by the toothy Audacia Ray and featuring the naked shards of Madeline Glass.
Those of you who prefer to stalk in person will find me joining my rope pals at ShabiriCon next weekend. This is a great learning opportunity for me, the perverted perpetual student still challenged by tying his shoes.
More to come. For now, I’m back to unpacking and pondering: how can a man own so many books and so few matching socks?