All across the country in early May, mushroom enthusiasts take to the woods in search of one of the most profoundly savory delicacies imaginable, the morel. It's a mushroom that inspires a degree of lust usually reserved for all things sexual, and some of us might consider giving up sex (for a few days, anyhow) for even a taste of a fresh one. Today's roundup of some of our favorite moments from the sex blog scene features a very different kind of mycophiliac, though: these intrepid foragers track down their favorite mushroom-headed treats so they can use them in all kinds of other fun ways. And if they can't find a partner who's willing to share, they just grow their own.
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Sex Blog Roundup
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As I worked on him, I remember a technique a friend told me a gay guy taught her her once, basically all it involved was moving your head back and forth pretty fast, I wish I could describe it better, but it did the job. It went from your average blow-job to Mark's legs tensing up giving me the que that he was going to explode and explode he did, a hot wash of cum made it's way down my throat and I secretly patted myself and my friend's gay pal on the back.
I put a lot of pressure on myself regarding blowjobs, I live in small pond and the last thing I want getting around is that I give head!
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I bounced on my toes a little and giggled as I watched the flared mushroom head bob up and down.
But still, as much fun as I had been having with this penis, I was ready for it to go away now. How was I going to go to class with this thing!?! Aside from my worries that it would be way too distracting during lecture; what the heck was I going to wear? It certainly wasn't going to fit into my tight girl jeans - those just aren't made to accommodate penises - especially when they don't seem to want to get soft. And I certainly couldn't wear a skirt, I could just picture how silly I would look with this penis sticking out of my skirt, holding it up.
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Still hovering near indecision, we kissed, and as we kissed, my consuming thought was this: how long must I wait before it would be appropriate for me to draw off this man's disconcertingly silky drawers and lick his dick? There was an etiquette for such situations, I vaguely recalled, though I could not remember what exactly it was. I did not want to be impolite, but on the inside I wanted little more than to rampage like a Hun and cut a straight swath southward to this man's cock.
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i took a shoe from the drawer and smelled and licked it and sucked the heel as i played with my clit a little bit. Still fantasizing, now about being on display at one side of a big playroom, following Your instructions to reveal different parts of my body, listening to people talking about me like i wasn't there. Hands reaching out to touch and pinch my nipples, to spread my ass cheeks and inspect me.
i slid the toe of the shoes between my legs and used it to rub my clit as i tugged on the clothespins on my nipples and continued to fantasize. The scene i kept coming back to was just that moment of You casually offering me up to another for use.
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See also: Sugasm #130: The best of this week's blogs by the bloggers who blog them (sugasm.com)
Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive