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Sex Blog Roundup

I haven’t typed the words “Sex Blog Roundup” in a very long time. Back in 2005, when it was just Jonno and I running Fleshbot and the commercial porn industry hated us for not being one of them (and for being pro-indie, pro-internet, pro-sexpositive culture, pro-queer, pro-woman, pro-PoC, etc), I was the one who compiled, edited, and published this weekly post. Yep, that was all me! It was one of our most popular posts, not because of me, but because sex blogs were bursting, and they were also somewhat hard to find.

Times have changed. The commercial porn industry got eaten up by the internet, and it’s still just waking up to the value and appeal of actual indie porn. The internet is now a background player on a stage of ruling class darknets — Facebook is the definition a darknet, FYI — and most people think these darknets, apps, and fiefdoms are the internet. The open internet lost to corporations and advertising, which was the exact opposite of what everyone wanted. Over the span of about two decades, most companies welcomed sexual expression as part of the wild fabric of a free and open internet, then acted to censor, silence, and eliminate sexual expression in ways both deceitful and outright.

And yet we persist.

Back when I did the Sex Blog Roundup, people made their own unfiltered, ad-free timeline News Feeds with something called an RSS Reader. The RSS Reader didn’t mediate the relationship in any way. It didn’t tell websites that they had to pay for their followers to see their posts, and there was no chance the RSS Reader would slip in a post or advertisement from someone you didn’t subscribe to. The RSS Reader didn’t work hard to make sure you only saw things that reinforced a narrow worldview, and was ideal for exploration and discovery. The RSS Reader also didn’t spy on you or decide someone you follow is too sexy for your timeline, hiding or eliminating them without telling you. I still use an RSS Reader daily, and you should, too.

Anyway, here are a lot of incredible sex blogs that make the free and open internet a better place. Please share this post and help make their voices easier to find. Sex Blog Roundups are typically a small selection of recent posts on currently operating sex blogs. But there are even more sex blogs to be found on my Links page. I hope this post reflects just some of the richness and diversity of voices and human sexuality that can be found online — despite the best efforts of internet companies to stamp out this crucially needed aspect of our humanity.

“Go get one of your toys.”

My long-distance, phone sex Daddy didn’t have to tell me twice. I immediately jump out of bed, approach my shoe hanger filled with toys, and momentarily pause at the overwhelming amount of options I have. “What kind of toy are you choosing tonight Little Spoon? One of your new ones?” he coos in my ear through the speaker.

* Red Hot Suz Reviews The Real Nude Dayo Dual Density Silicone Dildo (SheVibe)

Also, if you’re marketing yourself as porn for women, you can also claim that you’re the first to do it, that the market is untapped, that you’re filling a niche that nobody has ever noticed before. For some reason, the media swallow these lines every time.

* The Bellesa Affair: Piracy, PR and Porn For Women (Ms. Naughty’s Porn for Women)

While blogging gave me an outlet for my writing and my opinions, sex toys were teaching me what my body was capable of. After many months of painful penetration, my steadfast dedication to reviewing insertable toys was paying off. The G-spot, that fabled thing, actually existed. One night, as I was testing a dildo with a unique flat tip, a new sensation began to develop in my body. I felt like I needed to pee.

Without the internet and my immersion in the sex toy world, I would not have known what to do with that feeling. I would’ve ignored it, probably, or attempted to stave it off. Instead, I knew it was a precursor to squirting. I thrust harder with the dildo, and sure enough: I gushed all over the towel under me.

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship with my G-spot.

* A Decade of Sex Blogging (Hey Epiphora)

The biggest area we don’t talk about is sex and sexuality. As a society, we inject sex into everything from burger commercials to hidden jokes in children’s movies. Despite being bombarded by sex, we really don’t talk about it. Even our sexual education system is lacking in current, agenda-free information. That becomes even more true for marginalized groups like disabled and chronically fabulous people.

One thing we absolutely must start doing is discussing sexual side effects of medications we take. Sex is a natural part of the human experience, just like disability. To help start the conversation, I’ve pulled side effects of commonly used medications for various categories. (…)

* Sexual Side Effects of Medications Chronic Sex)

It is the little things that can make me feel the happiest – take most times we have penetrative sex. He always ends it, usually, with one satisfyingly blow of his hand just as I am near finishing climax. The intense thud, followed by the instant heat combined with the waves of pleasure still running through my body are and will always be one of my favourite things. And of course if I wake up the following day and find I am marked, then even better <3

* Marked. His. Owned. Sinful Sunday #342 (Little Switch Bitch)

It all started when Violet from A Poly Princess posted her cam room set up for play parties on her Twitter and laid my eyes on hers. I was in awe of it and suddenly remembering how much of a love I have for this particular bit of furniture. I remember the first time I saw one, in the same building I would go to LARP in they also held private play parties. It was taller than me and bright red, I used to enjoy leaning back against it. It was sturdy and so comfortable. Though I never got to use it for its true purpose, it sparked so many thoughts of all the things that could be done.

Those same thoughts floated back to my mind seeing the picture. Just the idea of getting to be attached to the arms and legs of the cross, not able to move. Blindfolded, gagged or even totally deprived of senses. Then what could be done to me!

* Fantasies of September (Fox In The Flowers)

We were chatting like normal, just having a regular conversation, when he pulled his dick out. Rather than being disgusted or just exiting the chat altogether, I watched. More fascinated than disturbed. That continued for many years. He got turned on by me watching him and I got turned on by watching him get off to me watching him. I was his digital girl. I would watch him jerk his beautiful dick, never taking my eyes off of him. Then watching as his face slightly twitch, him breathing heavily, then him shooting this thick white cum out. The look of relief and pleasure coming across his face every time he was done.

After we disconnected, I would get myself off. For some reason, I enjoyed watching but never wanted to be watched.

* The Reason I Masturbate (The Aqua Kink)

Something is going on that I’m not sure many people are aware of because it can be subtle and insidious. It sneaks right past us and suddenly, in the sprinkled throughout our sex “positivity” are pockets of really unpleasant negative shit. I honestly think folks don’t realize how often we yuck all over each other’s yums.

What does that look like? What are these not-so-obvious ways folks who think they are nailing it disparage each other’s turn ons? Let’s look at some examples (…)

* Don’t Yuck Each Other’s Yums (JoEllen Notte | The Redhead Beadhead)

So here’s my SOS: share our shit. Share your favourite posts, images, videos, tweets, facebook updates. Links to porn sites where people can pay for amazing stuff. Recommend great erotica to your friends. Make it clear to large platforms that the consumers who click on Amazon and Google ads, who buy clothes and books and video games: these consumers also enjoy porn! And erotica! And other forms of sex! It is not utter fantasy, just a boring and simple truth, that the venn diagram of ‘consumers’ and ‘adult consumers’ is a circle. This is important because when platforms push sex content into a silo they’re effectively telling people that sex is different to anything else that humans do. It should be separate. We should take a surgical blade to our brains and our lives and neatly slice sex from the rest of it.

So find your favourite sex content, and share that shit.

* Sex Blogger SOS: Share Our Shit (Girl On The Net)

Such as: worrying about how the free and independent open web (which means, those of us whose stuff is on our own domains and servers, not on some “free” social media site or blogging/picture service that can change the rules without notice) are going to survive long enough that we’ll still be here when the rubble stops bouncing. Because this shit cannot last. Blockchain tech and peer-to-peer and strong crypto and supercomputers in every pocket and software radios strong enough to bounce streaming video off of hobbyist drone balloons in the jet stream and more awesome cryptoanarchist shit of that sort that I’m too old and slow to understand: it’s not just coming, it’s already here, it’s just not been patched together properly yet. And when that happens, Facebook is dead. PayPal, Visa, Mastercard? Dead. Patreon and all the other crowdfunding middlemen? Dead. Twitter and Google? Dead. Oh, we’ll have things that look like social media and payments and search and crowdfunding, but they won’t be gatekeepers, they won’t be censors, and they won’t suck more than a microfraction out of any transaction. Because if they try, they’ll be ignored and replaced in real time.

The trick, as it’s always been, is to survive in the meanwhile. Head down, shoulder to the harness because the mules are dead, do the work.

* To Survive The Pornocalypse: Share Our Shit Saturdays (#SoSS) (Eros Blog)

Main post image via Sarah Zak ‘Raw (NSFW)’ (Sticks and Stones Agency); second post image via Ebonee Davis by Steven Burton HQ Photo Shoot (In The Raw).

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Sex Blog Roundup

I heard a sharp intake of breath from the man sitting next to me and it was really only then that I consciously realised what was going on, or at least got an idea of what it could be. The strangest thing was that it should have crept me out but for some reason it didn’t and I made a bit of a show of struggling with the zip of the other boot until he offered to help and I accepted it. I still don’t know why. I was tired, I’d had a large drink before I left the building, my mind was in that twilight zone where the standard version of reality becomes less solid and possibilities start slowly swirling around.

And so I said ”Yes, do help if you don’t mind,” knowing now that he more than didn’t mind, and he dropped to his knees on the ground by the bench and carefully unzipped the boot, pulled it off, pulled off the thin cotton sock too and I found myself with him sitting on his heels in front of me, holding my foot in both his hands, his fingers starting to rub gently.

“May I?”

I wondered if it was sensible, again, but those swirling possibilities were doing their job and actually I was enjoying the situation and enjoying getting just a little, fuzzily, turned on by the now obvious sexual tension. I slid my other foot up between his knees so it rested against his crotch and yes, he was hard and made a small stifled groaning sound when I touched him.

* Boots Off (SkinShallows)

Last week I met Lilly for a pre theatre hotel room session. Against convention, we had sex at the start, just 15 minutes into a long evening together. This may sound strange, but after weeks of work/life/travel induced stress and hideous insomnia I had just wanted to get the sex out of the way so I could concentrate on her, free of any performance worries of my own. Much later, after dinner and a beautiful show; after champagne and a relaxed chat with a friend; in fact long after Lilly should have gone home, we had sex again. This time I didn’t need to think about it, or tie myself in knots of self doubt; this time I felt strong, vigorous, confident. I felt forceful even.

I took her. I took her again and again. God, it felt good.

Afterwards we showered and slept alongside each other. In truth, I was mostly awake but was unstressed by my insomnia, content to enjoy her presence and the quiet rhythms of her sleep. As London’s morning light seeped round the curtains, I watched her wake. To have her lean over and kiss me slowly, kiss me gently and softly, both of us smiling with shared memory, was a wonderful, wonderful thing.

So, after what, now I’m being honest with myself, has been a lifetime of being afraid of sex, I’m finally discovering, bit by bit, that I don’t need to be.

And for that I have to thank the considerate, caring, empathetic people that are sex workers.

* I’M FINDING SEX – or it’s finding me (Pain As Pleasure)

While there are a number of philosophies that people use in their approach to the lifestyle, most would agree that consent ranks pretty highly. Both people want it. Both people agree to it. The concept of a natural order destroys the value of consent. It doesn’t matter if they should want it, this is the natural order of things. It puts an abusive wife-beater in the same position of dominance as a loving, caring, nurturing dominant.

It implies there is a natural birth right by being born your gender. If you are a man, you should dominate. If you are a woman, you should submit. It flows along with hereditary rule, “divine right,” caste systems, and every other system that failed throughout history because it put people into power without regard for their capacity or skill to rule. It is the same logic that perpetuated race-based slavery and segregation.

… Another aspect of this idea that bothers me so deeply is that is diminishes the value of submission. Being a good submissive is not easy. It is not for the weak. It is not something that should be taken for granted. Being a good submissive is a lot of work. It takes a lot of dedication, love, trust, and courage.

* Sexism in D/s (Sentiments from an Enslaved Sissy)

“Oh fuck, I forgot how good you are at that.”

She was wet and delicious, and I ate her pussy until she finally pulled me back to a kiss and shoved a condom into my hand. My fingers replaced my tongue as we rolled over on the bed, and she thrust down against me as my mind slowly shut off. With her help, I got the condom on, and then she was on top of me, and everything else was gone. The drive vanished, college was a distant memory, and my break-up might never as well have happened. Jane’s pussy was the only thing in the world that mattered, and it wasn’t until I was close to coming that I realized there were tears in my eyes.

* Home From College (Quickies in New York)

See, Belle hasn’t been fucked since September 10. I know this because I keep track of such things. We were apart for the better part of several weeks and the last time she let me inside her was way back one month ago today. And while I was unlocked on my trip for more than is customary, I have been continuously locked since 11:00 AM on the 19th of September, three weeks ago today. I’m just not entirely certain Belle can wait that long to feel a hard penis inside her again.

But who knows. Last night I came into the bedroom while she was watching the football and apparently I looked cute to her because she said so and I asked why because I thought I looked kind of schlubby and she said maybe it was Locktober. Like, I was more attractive because I was going to be locked for the whole month. And the number of times she’s had me get her off this month puts it on track for a record in that department.

So yeah, Belle likes to get fucked, but this is also kind of a classic non-intuitive side effect of enforced chastity. The one you read about in all the hawt chastity porn. Like any mythology, it does have a basis in reality.

* Hashtag Locktober (Denying Thumper)

It was kind of hot.

Okay, it was very hot. Regardless of what the killer looked like, who they were, or how gruesome their crimes, I was drawn to them. I couldn’t explain what it was, but from Howard Epps to Hannibal Lecter, men that I didn’t find inherently attractive were giving me chills. It… didn’t seem right.

I’m into a lot of edgy and taboo shit, sex is about experimentation for me, I love looking for new games to play, but this the the first kink I had that just felt wrong. It felt weird, and scary and Not Okay. These were men who were a genuine threat, who I should have been terrified of and disgusted by, but I wasn’t. And they weren’t even pretty. So what was it drawing me to them?

The first person I told was my high school girlfriend, I texted her on my old flip phone from my grandparents cabin in the woods, our conversation somewhere between sex nerding, sexting, and negotiating. “I have… kind of a serial killer kink.” I said, pacing the living room while I waited for a response.

* Killing Me Softly: Serial Killers, Dominance, and My Scariest Kink (Bex Talks Sex)

What does this post have to do with free speech, censorship, and the internet? See last week’s Sex Blog Roundup.

Main post image “Sacrifice of the Divine” (artwork by Christopher Shy) via Gallery Provocateur

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that anon could have worded their concern a little differently, but it does bring me to ask why all the girls on this blog are skinny and white. i’m really just asking. is that intentional?

No. I’ve responded this a thousand times. I don’t go around looking at photos of girls and dismissing the ~imperfect ones. You should ask yourself if there’s REALLY an abundance of the types deemed ~imperfect by the anon on the internet. I don’t even post that much these days, I’ve just returned from a very long hiatus because of people like that anon that think they’re entitled to run my blog for me. In the end, you guys should remember that I’m not performing a public service. I owe you nothing.

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