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Last week’s Sexy Celeb of the Week was Katherine Heigl, so I thought it only fitting that this week I choose some Grey’s Anatomy eye candy from the opposite sex. MMMMMMMcSteamy anyone?

Eric Dane is, in my opinion, the hottest guy on the show, although I know a lot of you guys will fight me that Justin Chambers, T.R. Knight, or Patrick Dempsey should get that “top hottie” honor. I do have to admit that Justin Chambers is a cloooooooose second in my book! So here’s my poll this week…vote and then leave your comments as to which Grey’s doctor makes you hot:

Who’s the sexiest male doctor on Grey’s Anatomy?
	Eric Dane
	T.R. Knight
	Patrick Dempsey
	Justin Chambers
	James Pickens Jr.
	I can’t choose!
	None of them.
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There’s been an unfortunate accident called Rori can’t find the camera cord that connects to the computer to upload pictures. Even more unfortunate is the fact that I’m leaving for the weekend, so I don’t have time to look right now…but I have the winner’s pictures taken, and I will find that fucker as soon as I get back!! Promise!

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Last night’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy was seriously lacking in face time for Between the Sheets’ sexy celeb of the week, Katherine Heigl. Seriously.

That said, here are a few amazing stills. She can be in a ball gown or scrubs, and either way she’s still hot. And how about that “I love you, too” from George!!!

Oh, and today is Friday, which means that it’s the last day to play the Penis Game. We still need a few more to make the weekly goal, but if we can come up with 50 altogether, I’ll post a super-special picture of ME just for the winner…. Oo la la.

Greys Anatomy, Katherine Heigl, Izzie Stevens

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J* is home. He’s been gone for over a week, and today I saw him step out of a taxi, unlock the door, go into his house, throw his briefcase on the bed, and take off his pants. Why do guys do that - take off their pants like its the plague or something? I’m not complaining, though. As always, their curtains were pulled open, and I admired the view of J* in his baby blue boxer-briefs as unbuttoned his shirt and flung it on the chair.

The girl next door wasn’t home yet, but I slipped into my lace black bra and matching thong, threw a trench over it and, feeling a bit like a flasher, walked over and rand the doorbell. It took a few seconds for J* to answer (he was throwing on his pants, I assumed), but I waited patiently, feeling myself already start to moisten as I imagined J*’s tongue playing with my nipples again.

“What are you doing here?” J* asked, as he flung open the door. Ok, not quite the sexy hello I had imagined, but he hadn’t put his shirt back on, and he had obviously been somewhere warm because his torso was tanned to the color of rich honey, sweet enough to lick.

“Just came to welcome you home…”

“Oh, well thanks. My wife isn’t here…”

“Oh.” That’s the point, dumbass. I want to see what you’re like alone.

“Did you want to come in?”

“Sure.” Besides, I’m only wearing a thong and it’s the end of September. I’m literally freezing my ass off.

I wanted into his house and he asked if he could take my coat. I paused. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. My stomach was in a ball of knots, and I felt like a teen-aged virgin, so hungry for her first sexual experience and so worried that it wouldn’t be perfect. Do it, Rori. Just do it.

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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. Want in Sugasm #99? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

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This Week’s Picks
Anal, her perspective
“This entire anal sex episode had started some months earlier, on a theoretical level.”

When the Muse Wants to Fuck
“Participles, linking verbs, superlative adjectives… You want more?�?

Chef
“He’s already at work, but he’s left an order behind on the scraps of ordering paper that we have all over the house.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
The Secret Diary of a Callgirl

Editor’s Choice
Whipped on this day: 1791

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Let’s spice up our Mondays with a little game. From now on, check back every week for your weekly challenge.

This week’s challenge? Let’s see how many words we can think of for “penis”. I dare you to post the filthiest, funniest, weirdest synonyms that come to mind. There are only two rules for this game:

1. Post no more than 5 different names for penis per person.

2. If we can think of 50 different names by Friday, collectively, I’ll post an extra-special picture of MYSELF featuring what I deem to be the best name, along with an “ode” to the person who suggested it.

My contributions, to get us started:

Penis

Pickle

Johnson

Cock

Pants Snake

That’s five for our list. Who else can contribute?

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Between the Sheet’s Sexy Celebrity of the Week is Katherine Heigl, Grey’s Anatomy’s bombshell (well, one of them!). As Watching Grey’s Anatomy has announced, Heigl won Best Supporting Actress for her role as Izzie on the hit show, and I for one think that it was well deserved. Not only is Heigl sex as hell, but she is one of the brightest spots on that show in terms of acting. On top of that, she’s been stretching her acting legs in amazing movies such as “Knocked Up,” and her production company has really taken off–reports confirm that she’s bought the rights to best-seller “Lost and Found.”

The new season of Grey’s Anatomy starts on Thursday at 9 PM, and I’ll be watching! Will you?

And what do you think of Katherine Heigl?

Katherine Heigl is…
	HOT!
	NOT!
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During the first week in October, I’m devoting Between the Sheets to sexual abuse awareness, as many of you may know. This is a subject dear to my heart, simply because I think so many women and men out there are in abusive relationships and think that they are ok. It’s NOT ok. You can do better. You can be happy.

Sexual abuse, in my opinion, is any of the following:

*lying about sexual past that could put your current partner at risk

*sex without consent (rape)

*sexual acts that a person legitimately asks you to stop doing and you refuse

*sex involving children, even if they do consent

*distributing private pictures or videos without approval of all parties depicted

I’ve been a victim of some of these things. Sadly, I think most women have. Sexual abuse isn’t just rape or physical abuse during sex - it goes so much farther than that.

I’d like to note that I think there can be really healthy BDSM relationships. If you are going to participate, please, please, please have a “safe” word. This should be an obscure word other than “no” (because “no” slips out so easily) that you can use to tell your partner to stop. Even if someone else owns you, you are still a human being, and if you have a problem, you need to be able, for your own safety, to stop whatever is going on. Most people in a dom/sub relationship never have to use the safety word, but it’s good to have it just in case.

Also, I want to warn everyone about not knowing your partner’s sexual history. People are still dying from AIDS every single day. Please protect yourself.

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She was kissing him, he was kissing me, I was just kissing. We were all naked, and the flesh of our bodies rubbed against one another, causing moans to escape from each our lips. I felt lightheaded, there, on the couch, with the J* and the girl next door, wondering if I should protest and leave. Wondering if it would even matter. Maybe they would strap me to the couch, naked, and take naughty pictures to amuse themselves.

But I knew that I wouldn’t protest or leave. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be engulfed by their sexuality, a part of something that had been so secretive and special to me over the past for months, as I watched them fuck from my bedroom window. I was getting my wish. J* continued his advance, and the girl next door pushed me gently back, into a lying down position. God, I felt like I had to orgasm already.

“Do you want to cum?” the girl next door whispered into my ear. Did she read my mind? “You have to be a good girl if you want to cum. J* will make your cum, but only if you’re good.”

I would be good. His kisses traveled down my bare torso, as she slowly raised my arms over my head and pinned them. I ached to feel J*’s lips between by legs, but he stopped, looking into my eyes. “Will you be good?”

“Yes…” I whispered. I felt a bit silly, exposed and dripping wet. I’ve never been so vulnerable, not even the night of their party as they taped my sexcapades with J*’s brother.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.” I said, horsely. J*’s hands were on my inner thighs, and it was all I could do to stop myself from grinding against them. I might have, if she had not had me pinned.

“Good. Then listen to me closely. No moving. You can scream, moan, cry, whatever you want, but NO MOVING. Do you understand? If you move, we’ll stop.”

“Ok…”

J* smiled at me and began to lick slowly along my thighs, causing me to tremble, and I moved my legs a bit father apart. He stopped. “I mean it. No moving.” He was serious. God, I didn’t want him to stop.

He began again, and it was torturous to remain still as he softly kissed along my legs before sticking a single finger inside of me slowly. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. He moved dangerously slow, calmly licking around my clit and she moved from her pinning position to curl up next to me, legs wrapped over my torso and hand coming to a rest on my chest. I didn’t dare move my arms as she clung to me. “Can you feel me?” she asked. “Can you feel how wet I am?”

I could. She was spread so that her pussy was pressed firmly against me, confirming that she was as turned on as I was. “Yes.”

J* moved his index finger in and out slowly, wiggling, exploring, getting to know me. I gasped each time he licked my swollen clit, agonizingly need to feel him, wanting to cum hard. As he added another finger, she played with my nipples, pinching, gently twisting, licking. My body was theres, and with each passing second I was closer and closer to orgasming.

J*’s began stroking his thick cock as he continued slowly fingering me. He was much bigger than his brother. Much bigger than most, actually. I watched him swell to a full nine or ten inches, him never taking his eyes off of me.

And suddenly he stood and trust himself in me. I gasped, surprised and suddenly full of him, thrusting, pounding, fucking my brains out. She moved above me once more and tore my legs farther apart so that he was hitting my g-spot perfectly. I began to shriek. and she began to rub my clit hard as he continued thrusting. God, it felt so good.

“Don’t move!” He said, raising he voice to be heard over me. “Don’t move or I’ll stop.”

I don’t know if I moved. The room was spinning and I was coming, coming, coming. To a woman, a g-spot orgasm feels different than a clit orgasm…and I think I had both at once. They didn’t stop and I was screaming. I blacked out for a second, I think. I don’t really know.

What I do know is that after I came, he pulled out and she wrapped her lips around him, just in time for him to explode down her throat, mixing the taste of his cum with the taste of mine, running all over his cock. I lay there, my hands still in position over my head, my heart racing, gasping for air.

“You sluts,” J* said with a laugh, smiling at his wife and I.

It’s Thursday, and I haven’t seen them since. J*’s gone on a business trip, I think…I saw him leave on Monday morning, briefcase in hand, and he hasn’t been back since. She’s been home most of the time, her curtains usually open, but nothing exciting going on, unless I want to watch her read a book before bed at night.

I can still feel his thrusting. I can still feel her forcing my legs open farther and farther. I can’t wait for him to get home.

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A 22-year-old carnival worker blames two friends having sex in the back seat of his car for an accident in which the car struck a telephone pole…read more here.

I tell you one thing…I’d like to be a crash test dummy in any company who’s going to research the truth behind this accident report.

Hm…I wonder what else wild sex might cause…

“Sorry this report is late, Mr. Boss. My co-workers were talking about wild sex and it distracted me.” -Me, at work

“Reports of a catastrophic earthquake in California are being investigated. The cause? Police think that too many people were having wild sex at once.” -News Ancor

“Bush to Send More Troops to the Middle East to Control Wild Sex.” -Newspaper headlines

“We’re loud and annoying because we don’t get enough wild sex.” -the ladies of The View

“We’re in a good mood because we’re getting lots of wild sex, so let’s cut the interest rates.” - the Feds

“I wasn’t holding a gun. The plaintiff is having wild sex to bribe witnesses and alter evidence.” -OJ Simpson

“I was just trying to have wild sex…” -Senator Craig (wait a minute…)

Can you add to the list?

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As erotica bloggers and readers, I think we all get a little caught up sometimes. I love sex. I love reading about sex. I love watching other people have sex via porn.

But sex isn’t such an easy subject for everyone.

October 1 - 5, I’m going to forgo the erotica for a bit to talk about something that we really need to understand - sexual violence and abuse. Many of you out there love to read and write about dom/sub relationships, which can be really healthy, but let’s not forget that there are some very unhealthy relationships out there as well. Abuse is an ugly spot on sexuality, just like it is an ugly spot on other aspects of a relationship.

I hope you’ll join me to talk about it, especially if you’re in a dom/sub relationship or if you’ve been in an abuse relationship in the past. I want to hear your story. We all do. Please share it.

If you’d like to get involved with a guest post, interview, etc., please contact me asap at rorig03-at-yahoo.com. Together, the sexy bloggers on the blog-o-sphere can unite to stand against abuse.

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This Week’s Picks
The Manifesto of the Cuntcentric Hedonist

“I’m not being selfish, I’m being altruistic when I open my legs and offer my body up.”

No reservations, part 4
“By this time, said balls felt twice their normal size and very full.”

Sex Work And Religion: The Violent Priest
“We were to seduce one of the young ladies in the church’s choir.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
JBS Underwear

Editor’s Choice

The Top 10 Reasons to avoid “Pregnancy & Sex” bulletin boards

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BDSM & Fetish
Bending Over……Another Erotic Tale of “Him”
Dinner with Amy
Fetish Film - Master Sessions - Mia (Master, Bondage, BDSM, Forced Orgasm)
Friday Night
I don’t know if i am strong enough for this….

My Checkered Past: Motorcycle Black Madonna Two-Wheeled Gypsy Queen
The story behind a spanking drawing
Sugarbutch Star: Jennifer
Sunday Caning
Fantasy: The Terminal
Watching hardcore collection Richard

Sex Work
Dumb emails I have received
OK, So Here’s The Thing…

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Come here
The desert
Half-Nekkid and Jilling Off
Jackhammer of love
My Office
Oil, Water and Skin
Oiled and running smoothly
The Open Door

Tingling
Tit for Tat and a Taste of That

Sex News & Reviews
Polyamory Conferences and Events
Watch the Video Trailer for Hegre Art’s First DVD Release

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Brothel story I

Inquiring Minds Want to Know
Most MFM Threesomes Don’t Turn Out Like This
Perhaps one day this will happen to you…

Sex & Politics
Accepting the fact that kids are gonna get it on
Let’s laugh at these fagots

NSFW Pics & Videos

Catalina loves Half-Nekkid-Tuesday (the Other HNT)
Half-Nekkid One-Night Stand
Pirate Hooker Baby - You Asked For It, You Got it
Rope Rookie

There are lots of Emmy best/worst-dressed lists floating around right now, but I’m not concerned about who looked the classiest or the most sophisticated. Chah, that’s important…but this is an erotica blog after all. I’m concerned about who looked the sexiest. Here my top ten sexiest dresses (in no particular order!):

With Christian Aguilera, it’s more about the girl inside the dress than the dress itself I guess. She’s so fun and playful, and I can’t get “Candyman” out of my head for the life of me.

Blowing kisses must have been the theme of the night. And as long as Phoebe Price continues leaning over like that, I’m not sure anyone will object.

As always, Queen Latifah proves that you don’t have to be a size two to be sexy as hell. That’s a whole lotta bobbies going on.

I have to admit that I don’t know who Maria Menounos is…but that dress is hot. She almost looks strapped into it.

Eva Longoria’s dress was probably my favorite of the night. Sexy from the front…check. Sexy from the back…check. Saying “fuck you” to the “you need to wear a long dress on the red carpet” mentality…check. If you got legs, show ‘em off.

Of all the plunging necklines at the Emmys this year, I think Jane Krakowski’s was the best.

I never notices that Julia Louis-Dreyfus had such great boobs until now. Me-ow! That dress is FIERCE.

I think we’re pretty close to seeing Kate Walsh’s nipple in this picture. And what’ this? That girl as a killer booty! Show it off more often!

Lisa Rinna…stunning. That’s one hell of a push-up bra, and I *love* the slit.

Desparate housewives, anyone? Marcia Cross gives men a head-turner with this fish-net-esque dress. Lovely.

Who were your favorites?

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When the girl next door called me to see if I was doing anything on Friday, I was excited. As I walked up to her door, I was so nervous that I thought I might yack in her flowerbed. And you know, then what would I do? Pretend I didn’t see it when she opened the door, even though it would be a bit obvious that the steaming pile of vomit was mine? Bury it before ringing her doorbell and risk her hearing me and opening the door to see me digging in her mulch like her cat digs in mine? Yeah…no.

Luckily I didn’t have to deal with that because as I approached the door, it flew open and to her saying something over her shoulder. We almost collided on the stoop–she was in a hurry.

“Oh, Christ. I’m sorry. Work just called, and there’s like, a burst water line or some shit. I don’t know. My papers are *dripping* wet apparently…” She kept walking and whatever else she said got lost in the slam of her car door. She zoomed off and left me standing there, wondering what to do.

“You can come in if you want.”

J* was standing in the doorway, holding a beer. He gave me a smile that a nun couldn’t resist, and I stepped into the house. He smelled like Tag, and I had a quick fantasy about tackling him like those girl do in the Tag commercials.

“You want a beer? Or some wine. Oh, well, wait. I think the wine is all gone…You want a beer?”

“I would love a beer.”

And so he walked into the kitchen to get me a beer, leaving me standing in the entryway. I was awkward and frozen, not sure if I should have accepted the beer or if I should have just gone home.

“Oh, yeah, sit, sit. Let’s talk,” he said, looking slightly embarrassed as he walked back from the kitchen with my beer in one hand and his in the other.

“What did you want to talk about?” I cooed. God, I was cooing. Who coos? And what did he want to talk about anyway? My poorly-lit cell phone sex tape? The fact that I left a puddle of cum on his bed and didn’t offer to get it dry cleaned? Oh god, maybe he found out I was using his private bathroom. Or maybe he was mad that I had sex with his brother. Or maybe…

“Well I wanted to talk about last weekend…”

So here it was. Here it comes. Either complete disgust or I’m golden. I could see he chest muscles beneath his tight t-shirt. I hope I was golden.

“I feel like we treated you a bit…unfairly…” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. What the hell? Was he a prude? Wasn’t it his girl urging me to continue?

“Unfairly?” I asked, as though I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Well, I mean, we don’t know you really. And my brother kinda just started humping you. And my wife kinda just started taping the whole thing. You ran off pretty quickly too. I just was a little worried that you did what you did to get us to like you. It was a bit unfair.”

My face burned red. I *had* agreed to the taping so they’d think I was cool. That was a bit junior high. Oh shit, they think I’m pathetic.

“We’re so sorry. Well, my wife is sorry and she wanted to tell you that. We should have never, ever put you in that position. We don’t even know you.”

I stared down into my beer, not sure what to say. It was all a little embarrassing. Here I was, with a man who makes me weak at the knees almost every night (little did he know…) and here I was, tongue-tied at his apology of taping me having sex. Really, can there be a more awkward situation?

“But…we could get to know you…” J* moved to sit beside me on the couch and my heart fluttered. Get to know me? What did he mean? Did he mean…?

Yes, yes he did. His fingertips ran on my thigh, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. In a moment, he was softly kissing my neck, my ears, my lips, his strong hands ever stroking my legs. I sighed with pleasure. It was a moment I had been fantasizing about since the very first day I noticed that they often forgot to close their curtains. I know how well he could fuck…and now it was my turn to get a little first hand experience. His brother had just been a warm up.

Inevitably, the door opened. It was like the movies, where you’re yelling at the main characters to lock the fucking door, because you just *know* that they’re going to get caught. I mean, she was just running to her office quickly. And I’d already been there a good 15 minutes.

And as the door opened, he looked up to see her standing in the entryway, looking at us. I froze, not sure if I could outrun her or if I should just start apologizing that her man was laying on me, his penis already starting to harden through his jeans.

He kept kissing. Without so much as a pause, he continued nuzzling my neck, and as she set her purse down and kicked off her heels, his hand roamed to my chest.

“Christ, wait for me,” she said, walking over to us.

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(to be continued)

I don’t care if she completely and totally bombed the VMAs last week - I’m picking Britney Spears as Between the Sheets’ sexy celebrity of the week. Why, you ask? Well, think about it. After all of the bad press, crazy meltdowns, and uninspired dance routines, Britney Spears has us all captivated. We care about her new multi-million dollar home, we care when she forgets to wear panties in public (again…and yes, you can see the vag-shots at Perez Hilton!), and we care enough to TiVo every embarrassing performance.

I mean, Ok…maybe being popular doesn’t make you sexy. But at the end of the day, Britney is still doing her thang, and men (and women) everywhere would love to romp with her for a night.

And just for the record, she’s not fat. Being a size 4 instead of a size zero just means that she’s HUMAN.

Go ahead and vote for yourself:

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