Archive for September, 2008

Note: This story mentions hetero cybersex, but since cybersex, as with not-so-cybersex, can be with any combination of gender, I ask that you apply the appropriate gender and affinity that suit you in your head, as you read. Thanks, Sapphire x

Believe it or not, this is not another homage to the long-and-best forgotten genre of Really Awful Erotica that made the rounds a couple of years back. This is about a true event — well, as true as anything else  written here.

Sex in the office. It doesn’t come more cliched than that, does it? If you pushed me to find an equivalent, with no real time for thought or consideration, I’d have to say that it ranks up there with French Maid costumes, doing it with the lights out, and teacher-pupil-fantasies for sheer lack of originality.

Not that I’m knocking any of the above. But you can’t help but agree that cliches become cliches for a reason. Popularity, leading to overuse.

I’ve never been one to succumb to the obvious, or the tired, or the ordinary. However, when i found myself bent forward, over my familiar yet uncomfortably hard, Formica-coated desk, observing my Dilbert pen holder as a hard, thick cock pumped in and out of my slippery cunt, a thought flitted through my mind for the nanosecond that I was still capable of rational speculation: what a fucking stylized cliche this is.

Then i returned to the matter at hand, and came violently, shuddering with pleasure, and gushing all over his cock,  his legs, his still-socked feet and the ugly gray carpet.

I’ll tell you what, though: it may have been a cliche, but it was a rollicking good time.

Cybersex in the office can be a hazardous habit. Cybersex in and of itself is a wonderful thing — not as good as the real thing, sure, but it can be helluva fun. The frantically typed words between yourself and your digital fuck-buddy can up the ante on arousal better than any porn site. It’s the words — and I know you understand this, gentle reader, because you have come here for the same reason. You enjoy reading about sex — who knows, maybe it even gives you the horn? Else why would you be here? So I know that you get it.

Ergo, the fun inherent in cyber-chat-sex is more likely to appeal to you. But as I said, cybersex in the office can be a hazardous habit.

The hazard is not so much how, as he describes to you how he’d want to take you there and then, regardless of the colleagues who surround you. Or the creeping blush of repressed shame and sparkling excitement as you read the hastily typed and oft-misspelled letters, as a result of his brain now existing solely in his cock and balls. Nor is it how you feel yourself moisten and then slipperize that’s the hazard, or the way you hold yourself in while reading his words of lust before capitualting and scampering off to the bathroom to take care of the situation.

It’s also not how you endeavor to keep a straight face, glancing oh-so-casually around to see if any of your colleagues have noticed the erotic flush that has illuminated your face, or that suddenly you’re breathing twice as fast as usual. The inherent danger thrills you, added to not a little by your desperate thoughts of how you’ll actually make up the work that you should have been doing while getting mentally laid via your fingertips. This too is not the real hazard.

The real hazard of cybersex is chat-fucking someone who is working not too far from you, and then  drops over to your office late in the evening, as you pore over hastily scribbled meeting minutes, trying desperately to decipher action items that you need to complete before the following morning (that you should have been doing whyen your head was clearer and less tired but instead were having wild and passionate keyboard monkey love.

Because that’s when the cybersex ends, the real sex begins, and the cliche is perpatuated. And it’s so much better than the mental puffing and panting of yore, that it becomes addictive. And you start working later, hoping that he’ll drop over and then bend you over — which he does, because the whole situation is no less addictive to him. And soon that’s all you do, work and fuck. Fuck and work. Work. Fuck. Fuck. Work. Work, work, work. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Actually, why is that a danger or a hazard again? Remind me, someone? Anyone?

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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.And I’m chuffed to me moonboots, as they say in Manchester, because my piece “Blue Fantasy, Red Silk Rope” made Editor’s choice this week. Yay!

Want in Sugasm #148? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing directly to radicalvixen at gmail dot com.

This Week’s Picks
“You’re lucky I’m not being mean right now.”

Cum Squirt With Me. Confession #131
“Not much research has been done on the female orgasm in general, much less this seemingly new erotic marvel.”

Jealousy, Pornography and the Boundaries of Blogging
“I search to be a sexually free, independent and satisfied woman without the stigma of slut yet with the positive implications of slut.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Blue Fantasy, Red Silk Rope

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

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
DVD Review: “Hostel Lupus” (Lupus Pictures)
Lady Sascha Reviews the Light-Of-Love T
Sarge Ties Up Charlotte Vale On Hogtied
VibeReview Fantasy: Decadent Indulgence

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Enigmatic Angel Finds Out Just HOW Kinky She IS
Fetish Fridays: Interview With A Sissy
How Grey Does Your Garden Grow?
Rock Me Sexy Jesus
We don’t plan to stop
Where Do I Fit In The Picture
Why I hire escorts
Why, Oh Why Do I Like Watching My Wife Get Fucked
You Are Beautiful Tonight

Sex & Humor
Overheard In BDSM

BDSM & Fetish
Bonds of Love
Brutal Bastinado And Intense Sadistic BDSM
Don’t Slam The Door
Exceeding My Expectations
Meeting with BS 4
Mistress or Lusty Bitch?
Public Displays of Discipline
Renewing and Reviewing: Rule 5
Sarge Says: The Vale That Is Thin Enough For Me
Sex and Submission Round 2 Report: Mz Berlin, Mark Davis, And Bondage
She works hard for a living…

Sex Work
Satine Phoenix Is A Sinner? Repent Repent Repent!

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Clips and Clamps
Feather Fan HNT
Half-Nekkid Thursday: Sunny Side Up

Sex Advice
Bend over boyfriend how to make him want anal sex
How To Put On A Condom In The Dark
Man-Handled: What Makes the Perfect Blowjob?

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Being Alone
Catalina loves Fucking Mr. F (In My Mind At Least)
Fuck My Mouth
The Long Kiss Goodnight
Making out in the air part1
What She Forgot – Another Friday Night Bedtime Story
While it rains outside…

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He called to tell me he’d bought some silk rope so he could tie me up. No other reason.

No “hi, how are you?”

No “The weather is fabulous today, let’s fuck under a tree in the park after work.”

Nothing like that.

I picked up the phone and before i could utter even a sound he’d starting whispering debauched nothings in my ear.

“I want you secured and pliant. Submissive and aroused. My good girl. My slut.”

I shivered in delicious anticipation. Then he began to describe the rope.

How silky and smooth it felt to the touch. How long and luxuriant it was. What a wonderfully inviting and slutworthy red color it was.

How he envisioned using it on me. How he would first tie my wrists together, and then bend me into a horseshoe-shape as he bound my secured wrists to my ankles.

How he planned to slide the tail end of the cord inside me and then tease my lips with it. Trail it over my face and leave stardust trails of arousal across my cheeks.

How he would pause to slide the end over my tongue and allow me to lick my own abundant juices off it.

I listened in silence, frightened to open my mouth for fear of groaning aloud with suppressed desire. The descriptions he articulated formed images in my mind so precise that I could almost touch them. The desire these images awakened in me was almost feral, so immediate and tangible was my arousal.

In my sub rosa state, unwilling to betray the maelstrom behind my passive expression, I enjoyed the feeling of my cunt moistening.

I imagined how the smoothly shaven labia majora would glisten invitingly to him. Easily visible with my legs bent up and away from my torso. Wet and awash with feeling I sat there.

Speechless. Thrown and overblown with bliss.

It’s amazing how a phone call can change your whole day.

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Sugasm 145

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #146? Submit a link to your best post of the weekby emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Being Civil
“They couldn’t understand what the appeal of a civil union was for us.”

Clandestine Rendezvous
“He turned around to kiss me and I melted.”

Hotel Sex
“The excitement is too much for both of us”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
You Can’t Make This Shit Up, Part 2

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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

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