I wanted to tell you about a web site I found today called Erotic Stories. They have all kinds of erotic (and sometimes romantic) sex stories written by average people. It’s a pretty bland looking site - but don’t sell it short. You do have to signup for a free account, but it’s quick and easy. Once you sign up you can peruse the different categories for personally written stories. They’ve got straight stories, bisexual stories, gay stories, bi-curious stories, you name it. Pick your poison.

The thing that I like the most is that the stories are rated by the people reading them. So you can really quickly find the hottest ones to read! After I created my free account I found a highly rated story in the straight sex category written just a few days ago entitled “The Most Intimate Acts”. Not only was it well written - but it was hot….here’s an excerpt from that story:

“Don’t be sorry, I’m not. And yes, there is something you can do. I
want to show you something in the other room and I need you to not say
a word or try to interrupt in any way.”

Mark was having trouble not standing and going to her but he thought he
knew what was happening and that was something he did not want to ruin.
However, he could not control his cock and it was throbbing against
his zipper.

Did ya like that? If you want some more - just go EroticStories.com and get your fill. It’s free!

Now here’s another red-hot sexblog that’s not to be missed. This is one of the best sexblogs you’ll find, the site is billed “Naked confessions of a swinging couple exposed”. They post all the time - and they are some red-hot stories for sure that will leave you wet and hard. Here’s just a little sample from their post entitled “Sexy romp with our Latin lovers”:

John was sitting next to Antonio, and I got to sit next to Nina. I was surprised (oh, but pleasantly so!) that she took every chance she got to touch my leg, or rub up against me while we spoke. She was actually flirting with me, in her own shy, cute little way. I was definitely getting excited to see how this evening would turn out.

In between bouts of sexy conversation, John and I mentioned that I study belly dancing. Antonio definitely seemed intrigued by that and I could see he was putting away that tidbit of information for later.

We knew that Antonio wasn’t at all bisexual, and we were fine with that. We don’t always have to play with the men involved. It was quite enough for us to know that, if everything turned out well and our little foursome wound up going home together, the ladies would enjoy a little girl-on-girl playtime, and the would enjoy the little spectator sport before joining us for some old-fashioned wife swapping!

The Adult Swinger Diary is not to be missed read the entire post here.

Notorious V blogs on Learning to Masterbate…

Al at BiJourney just posted a story about how he began masturbating.

It seems like everyone has interesting stories about figuring out masturbation on their own as kids. Most of them started doing it even before they knew what it was.

I, on the other hand, am the biggest dork in the entire world because I learned to masturbate FROM A BOOK.

That’s right, my mom gave me It’s Perfectly Normal when I was probably 9 or 10, and I read about masturbation (and about how it’s perfectly normal) and then tried to recreate the little cartoon picture that I saw in the book. The picture was of a woman lying on her side with a pillow between her legs.

The pillow thing never worked for me. Have any other girls ever got off on a pillow? Even as a clueless kid, I realized that this was not the proper way to go about doing what I read about, and I figured out how to use my hands. I started doing it all the time. Even though I knew it was supposed to be a sexual thing, I don’t think I found it sexual, or even understood what that meant. In light of the next story, I think I thought of it as fun, comforting, and just something to do with your hands in bed.

great post….read the entire thing on NotoriousV’s blog.

You’ll find another great sexblog over at “girl with the one track mind“. Not only is it totally hot - but the archives go back 3 years for hours of reading pleasure!

I walked into the room, noticing the dimmed light, candles and soft music, but before I had a chance to take it all in, she demanded I remove all my clothes.

“All of them?” I asked, unsure if I had misheard her.

She nodded, and I proceeded to slip off my jeans and top. She gestured toward my bra and pants too, and I self-consciously removed them, feeling awkward in my nakedness as I stood before her. How odd, I thought, that I should be so uncomfortable with my nudity in this situation; how ironic that the opposite is true when it’s a guy I am with.

She flattened the bed sheet and told me to lie down on my front. The clean crisp white cotton felt cool on my skin as I positioned myself onto the mattress; it smelt of lavender and geranium – lovely. She moved swiftly around me, her hands dancing on my back, circling my curves, her oiled fingers rhythmically flexing against my skin. It was lovely, so relaxing, so…hold on a minute: those are my breasts, what the hell…?

My breasts might be big and when I’m lying on my front I know they are liable to, er, spill out a bit at the sides, and I’m aware that if one runs their hands up from my hips to my underarms, they will inevitably meet my boobs on the way, but there was no denying it: this woman was purposefully stroking my tits.

Because I’ve never had a massage before, I thought it would be a great way to release the stress I’ve been under in recent months. So when I booked a full-body session at the hotel I was staying at, I had assumed that it would mean my back, legs and arms were rubbed. I didn’t for a minute think that some woman’s oiled up hands would be gently manipulating my mammaries.

I lay there, her slippery fingers circling the curves of my breasts and tried to think. Surely this was out of bounds? Shouldn’t she should be focusing on my back and shoulders, rather than letting her hands slide down my sides and under my tits? Didn’t she realise that doing such a thing was inappropriate? Or, maybe that was the point? Perhaps I had inadvertently stumbled across a masseuse who was getting a kick out of the fact that I was prostrate and therefore in a compromising position and she was, god forbid, taking advantage of me?

and the hot dripping sexblogs continue….check out the steaming stories over at Eros, Logos…

And so something about conversation makes us suddenly need to fuck. I’m not at home and I can’t, I say. I’m surrounded by people and I cannot answer him properly. Yes, he says, yes you can. I need to. please. I’m hard now, he says.
I just had this image, he whispers to me. I can see you over me, leaning back. I can see you slowly taking my cock in your ass.
My hands are on your hips holding you up, you lean back and show me your cunt, spreading it open for me.
I can see this too now. I can’t stop. I can’t talk with so many around me. —Fuck!, I whisper. I hate this. I hate him for this: reducing me to words of one syllable like that.
Go into the bathroom, he says, please come for me.
I need to hear you.
Yes, I say, surrendering, 5 minutes.
In the bathroom with the door locked I pull down my jeans and my panties are caught around my knees. I’m leaning back, sitting on the toilet. My legs are spread as wide as they can be, but the panties and the jeans trapping them make it feel like I’m tied up, restrained in some way. I want to be spread open, this restraint is hard, but I know I will come harder because of it.
Touch your clit for me, he says. Tell me.

There are plenty of good sexblogs out there on the web…like the ramblings over at ‘pretty dumb things‘ - they’re hot!

The best starting place, I think, for integrating vibes into your sex life cum partner is to play with the vibe while said partner watches. Make him (or her) sit in a chair or at the foot of the bed and gaze on the pleasure-filled being that is you diddling yourself with the vibe. Tie him up if you have to. Or if you just want to. If you like being the exhibitionist, this vibe-show can be a lovely way to get accustomed to the vibe—its presence and its noise—as well as to use it as foreplay.

- via fleshbot