Between the Sheets

Wasn’t Amanda Bynes just that annoying Nickelodeon girl? I blinked, and she suddenly grew up, it seems. Grew up hot. I always thought she was a bit awkward-looking, but she definitely grew into her own skin, and today, Miss Bynes is smokin’.

And she’s smoking in a classy sort of way. Recent, I caught Amanda’s appearance on the Rachael Ray show, and I have to say that she’s really one of the most genuine young celebs out there. Instead of flashing her vag and the popular parties, she acts with a bit of decorum and avoids the paps. If Paris, Britney, and Lindsey are the cheerleaders sitting at the “cool girl” table in the high school cafeteria, Amanda is the passed-by beauty that hands out with the drama freaks. And hey, that’s ok. The cool kids are overrated.

She’s multi-talented too. In addition to being smart, classy, and beautiful, this girl can really act. Her work today has me imagining her in larger roles, and really milking Hollywood for all it has to offer. On top of that, Amanda recently launched her own clothing line, Dear, which has cute, affordable options for teens and young adults. Sweet.

So what makes Amanda sexiest? Her charming personality? Her commitment to her work? Her self respect? Yes, yes, yes…and her white hotness. Seriously. Look at the girl. She’s got that perfect body that isn’t a result of anorexia, gorgeous blond hair, and huge puppy-dog eyes. Really, what more could you want?

But ok, ok, I’ve gushed enough. What to you think of Amanda Bynes? Is she just cute or is she sexy enough to be this week’s sexy celebrity of the week? (I think you know my answer…)

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The Masturbation Game is open until midnight tonight, and we’re sitting steady at only about 1/2 way to our goal! We still need a ton more entries to collectively win and see a sexy picture of me. Enter here to help us out!

I saw them, shadows behind the curtains, curtains closed for the first time since…God, who knows when. Her shadow was sharp and dark - the girl next door must have been standing nearer to the curtain. His shadow was soft and gray on the bed. His shadow stood and walked toward her shadow, undressed her shadow, pulled her shadow close to him. And then their shadows were one.

The girl next door wasn’t stupid. She knew that I would watch her and J* fucking from my own bedroom window. She got off on it And yet, she had stomped into the bedroom earlier in the day and threw the curtains closed. As the sun set, I began to see there shadows, fucking, showering, caressing, and fucking again. And again.

Now, I couldn’t even tell from their shadows that they were at it again. Not fucking this time, though. This time was different. It was slow, gentle, caring. J* wasn’t dominating her like usual. He wasn’t forcing his cock into ass or throat-fucking her. He wasn’t even spanking or pulling her hair. He was just loving her, loving every inch of her body with his tongue and his hands. J* wasn’t just her lover; he was in love with her. Her, not us.

The honey-colored light draped their shadows and I closed my own curtain as well. I picked up my cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Oh, wow, hey. What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted to talk. Just feeling blue.”

“Yeah? You want me to come over?”

“Yeah.”

And that’s how I found myself in bed with him again - a tall, dark-haired boy from my past who really, truly wanted to love me. Our legs tangled and our fingers laced, I gently sucked his bottom lip, playfully pulling with my teeth. He had one hand on my hip and carefully ran his fingers through my hair.

“I would love you, you know.”

When it’s love, and not just fucking, we don’t really have a say. Why do we love who we love and not the people who love us? Why, after a long day, does one person make us smile while another person is just a good time? Why do we deny ourselves love for sex? And why does it hurt so much? Love is really just shadows on the wall after all, not something tangible.

“I know,” I breathed, scratching my nails lightly down his back, as he liked. I was comfortable in his arms, safe. I began to grind against him, not a hard grind, just enough to really feel him. In a moment, he was inside of me, both of us gasping in relief and euphoria.

He didn’t make me forget that next door, J* was loving her, but he did make me orgasm three times.

And that counts for something, right? How many orgasms does it take to fall in love?

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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 #101? 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.

This Week’s Picks
Do you want me…?

“The shiver that runs through you tells me everything I need to know.”

Love that ass (his perspective)
“But as long as we are in here, she submits to my command; to my every whim.”

Hubb and Spoeker
“He was good for show and good in bed, but an asshole in the real world.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
125 Magazine, Alternet and Enviromentally Friendly Porn

Editor’s Choice
The very best of Sugasm…. so far

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Being Stuck Outside
Dominance, Submission, Humiliation, Control

Miscarriage and Feminine Identity
The next colonel sanders or orville redenbacher
No more pen and sex
Sex on the first date???
What Is Mary Hiding?
Why “Sugasm” Matters

Sex Work

Do you like phone sex?
La Petite Mort
Sex Work And Religion: The Sex Crazed Pagan Cult Fantasy

NSFW Pics & Videos
I could watch her do laundry all day!
Just Teen Site Releases All New Nude Videos
Red Rose
Today’s Special Offer: Fresh Hamburgers

Sex News & Reviews
Belated Happy 2nd Blogiversary to My Bottom Smarts!
Fetish Film - How to Use Sounds (Urethral Sounds)
First Purity Balls, Now Integrity Balls
It’s HERE!!!! Miss Francy’s “Spanking the Male Mind”!
Team Up with the 6th Annual Blogger Boobie-Thon

BDSM & Fetish
Back To School
Catalina loves Chat
Dancing with the Devil, a D/s Relationship
The Dungeon: Sex Camp, Night One
Fuck of a Lifetime
Harder….
Heat

I Got Your Number
Manhandled
Mira
My Wife is a Skank! pt1
A Nawty Story: Diane Phones Home
Objets d’obsession: neck corsets
Our game
Piss Slut

Who is Elise Sutton and why does it matter?

Erotic Writing and Experiences
100 Sexy
An Affair with the Wind
Corseting Mrs. Russian
Burlesque: Home Coming
Gamahuche
I Succumb to Jefferson’s Dastardly Lesbian Plot!

More Than A Breast-Fondle
The Morning Rollover
Party Blowjob - Part 3

Let’s spice up our Mondays with a little game. Check back every week for your weekly challenge!

This week’s challenge? Let’s see how many difference ways we can say “masterbation.” This one might be a bit more challenging than last week’s Penis Game! They can be for male or female masturbation, or gender-neutral. 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 masturbation 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. Congratualtions to Dana, last week’s winner!

Here are my contributions to get us started:

1. Masturbating
2. MB’ing
3. Wanking One Out (lol, that one always makes me laugh)
4. Jerkin’ the Gherkin
5. Self-lovin’

YOUR TURN!!!

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Adorable. Intriguing. Hot. There’s no shortage of beautiful words that can describe Joss Stone’s sexy, sultry look.

On top of that, she’s actually talented. An international star, Joss Stone isn’t quite as popular in the United States as in Europe, but…well…she should be.

As far as international artists go, it can really be hit or miss. I mean, Europe gave us the Beatles, but they also gave Mika. Personally, I think Miss Stone is more on the Beatles end of the spectrum.

So how do you feel about Joss Stone? Vote now!

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Joss Stone, sexy celebrities

This week, Between the Sheets is celebrating and end to sexual abuse by promoting sexual abuse awareness. There are many types of sexual abuse, but the trickiest subject of all, in my opinion, is domination. Is consensual domination a form of sexual abuse?

It doesn’t have to be, but it can be. The mind plays tricks on us sometimes and we tell ourselves that we’re happy when, in reality, we’re trapped by someone who says that he/she loves us. Not all dom/sub relationships are like that. Some are, but not all. However, as a sex blogger, I get a lot questions about the dynamics of any kind of BDSM relationship. I’m not a slave or master myself, so I interviewed one of my favorite bloggers about the topic. She’d like to remain anonymous, but I hope her answers can help shed a bit of light on domination.

Between the Sheets: We’ll start off with the simple questions: How long have you know your Master? Have you always been a slave? What’s your relationship like?

slave: i met my current Master at a BDSM club when i was slave to someone else. So, He wasn’t always my Master, but i was always a slave when i knew Him. Our relationship is very dynamic, but a bit different from some other couples i’ve met. We don’t usually take the “ownership” idea out of the sexual realm. As His slave, i do ask permission for just about everything, but he doesn’t have me do a lot in the way of humiliation. i can’t make my own choices. It’s mostly about submitting to Him sexually.

Wow, so you dumped a Master for a new Master?

Well, i wouldn’t say “dumped.” It was a mutual thing. My ex-Master and i didn’t see one another much (it was a long distance relationship - we met on the Internet), and at the time, i couldn’t even afford high-speed Internet, so sending pictures was hard. i was unhappy and so was He, because we both wanted something more, so i moved on with His blessing.

Did you have to ask permission to leave the relationship?

You know, i did…but i wouldn’t have had to. That’s the thing about a domination relationship. He was my Master, but at the same time i was my own person. Being a slave doesn’t make me an animal or something. It’s always consensual.

That’s pretty important, isn’t it?

Yes. i don’t think a dom/sub relationship can ever be considered successful unless the slave wants to be her (or his) Master’s slave. If a slave wants to break away, that would mean he/she isn’t a slave any longer. And anyone who isn’t a slave has legal rights.

You sounds like you know what you’re talking about.

Kind of. A friend of mine was in a situations as a slave where her Master was blatantly disrespectful of her in front of her son. That’s crossing the line. You don’t call your slave a cunt in front of a seven-year-old, even if she is a cunt. He would also ask her to do stuff, playing the Master card all the time. We’re not talking about sending naked pictures, we’re talking about buying him shit. Beyond that, he crossed the line in the bedroom too. One time, he met a stranger in the bar, tied her up, and had him fuck her without a condom. The mystery man gave her herpes. i’m actually glad that’s all he gave her. It could have been a scarier situation. But at least she got out, with some help from the police.

Why did she stay with him?

Why does anyone ever stay with anyone abusive? We pretend that we’re happy, and because there are good times, we overlook the bad. As a slave, that’s even harder for me. i have to always ask myself, “Is this something i want to do to make my Master happy or is this making me miserable?” Making my Master happy makes me happy! If it didn’t, though, i would think it would be time to move on. A dom/sub CAN BE ABUSIVE.

Thanks for the interview. Anything you want to add?

Just for everyone out there in a dom/sub relationship - don’t forget about yourself. It’s still a relationship and you’re still a person. you have the right to love and be loved. You have the right to be happy and say that you want out.

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Please Note: The below story is one from the past, not a recent run-in. Please check out the other posts this week to help celebrate Between the Sheets’ Sexual Abuse Awareness Week

The first thing I had noticed about him was his smell as I walked past to sit on the other end of the bar. The small was unmistakable - cigarettes and confidence. Come home with me, I whispered with my eyes. He looked me up and down slowly, not hiding his appetite, as I trailed a finger up my leg to make my short skirt even shorter. I sipped the martini he had bought me from across the room. The loud bar seemed quite in his gaze.

My cell phone buzzed angrily in my purse, and I flipped it open to read the glaring words from my boyfriend. “RU Being Naughty?”

“Very.” I texted back in reply. I turned my phone off, slipping it back into my purse, and stood up, his eyes watching my every move. I paid my tab and walked toward the exit, pausing only to whisper in his ear, “You look like a man who likes to be in charge.” I handed him a napkin with my address, walked out, and hailed a taxi.

I had the driver take me to the river, where I looked out across the water while the wind blew my skirt. I wasn’t wearing panties, and the wind, my lover, as already teasing me, making me wet. It was night time in the city and I was walking home alone, but I lived in a good neighborhood. Home wasn’t more than a few blocks away, and I wasn’t afraid. The wind cradle me and kept me safe while I lusted for its love.

My townhouse was dark, and I slipped in quietly so as not to wake my neighbor’s dog. The floorboards creaked, and I froze. The man from the bar sprung from the shadows, using one hand to muffle my cries while using the other hand to yank my skirt to my knees.

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As a sex blog writer dabbling in dom/sub themes from time to time, I get all of the common questions and concerns:

“How can you promote abuse like this?”

“Don’t you think that subs are being emotionally abused?”

“Why are you advocating for abusive relationships?”

“Don’t you care about the women being abused every day?”

Yes, I think some dom/sub relationships are unhealthy. Some, not all. However, today, as part of Between the Sheet’s Sexual Abuse Awareness Week, I’d like to talk a little bit about a different kind of sexual abuse, one that I myself have experienced: the sexual history lie.

I like sex. I like a lot of sex. And, while right now my sexual experiences are limited to “one at a time” (my own choice), I’ve gone through periods in my life where I had multiple sexual partners. I’ve made some mistakes (haven’t we all), but in general, safety first, always. I’m a big advocate of “Until you know where that’s been, don’t put it anywhere risky.” In other words, if you’re going to play a bit (yay!), take some time to learn about the sexual history of your partner. After all, if they’ve been sleeping with crack addicts this past week and haven’t been tested, you probably don’t want any of that gunk passed along to your waterworks. There’s still a lot of nasties out there. AIDS is not gone.

I’m one of those in-your-face people, and before I sleep with someone, I want to know how many other partners they’ve had, when they’ve last been tested, and if they think they could be at risk. And I’ll tell you straight to your face - no bullshit. I’m up for a good, good, GOOD time, but only if you’re clean.

So the sexual abuse that worries me the most is the silent killer: People lying about their sexual history. I’m not talking about fudging the numbers a little to leave out that one-night stand in high school or keeping the specifics under wraps. I’m talking about people who will look you in the eye and tell you they’re clean when they’re not, or tell you they’ve only been with one or two other people when they’ve really been with dozens. That scares me more than any dom/sub relationship in the world.

Like I said, I have personal experience with this. The liar was not only sleeping with EVERYONE (rather than the two people he told me he’d been with), but he was also *probably* using needles to shoot up various drugs. I say probably because I don’t know. I just can’t be sure what’s truth and what’s lies anymore.

This kind of lie has the potential to kill. No, he didn’t “make” me sleep with him, but he did make me think that I was sleeping with someone different. I would have never slept with someone who likes to share needles for recreational drugs, and it’s very probable that he was doing exactly that.

I’m one of the lucky ones. I survived, and I’m healthy. Unfortunately, millions of men and women around the world are in my situation, and not all of them make it. Most don’t press charges (many can’t because their lover disappears), and few speak about about this kind of abuse.

Today is The Great Mofo Delurk, which means that bloggers everywhere are asking readers to come out of the woodwork and actually leave a comment. So, I want to know who’s lurking. I know you’re out there! Have you ever lied about your sexual history? (Don’t worry, you can leave an anonymous comment.) Has anyone ever lied to you?

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Wow, top three! Thanks for everyone who voted for my story! (Sugasm #99’s picture is of Monique Alexander, courtesy of ErotiCandy.

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 #100? 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.

This Week’s Picks
Don’t think..

“As you read this, you reach for your cock and stroke it slowly, in anticipation of our eventual meeting.”

I’ll be out in 2 mins, I’m just brushing my teeth…
“One centimetre at a time, he slid oh so slowly into me and then retreated out again.”

We all have Secrets
“I’ll give you a little reminder - it was when he and his wife were making me cum so hard that I blacked out.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Iris Bahr’s Festive World

Editor’s Choice

Letter to a Lover

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

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I’m proud to announce that this week’s Penis Game winner was Dana with the entry “Russel the Love Muscle. As promised, the above is a sexy picture of me (ala red lipstick and black eyeliner for the lettering–and yes that really is me!). Perhaps as we continue playing our little games, you’ll get to see more, better pictures of me!

Oh, and here’s a little something I wrote just for Dana. This one goes out to you *blows kisses*.

Ode to Dana and “Russel the Love Muscle”

I’m impressed with how well you all hustled,
And the winner makes my bedsheets all tusseled.
50 penis-names was fun,
Our friend Dana has won,
Who among us has not be love-muscled?

To check out all of the awesome entries for “The Penis Game,” go here.

This week, Between the Sheets is doing a special week dedicated to Sexual Abuse and Sexual Violence, so there’s no game right now. However, these are topics about which I feel extremely passionate, and I hope you do too. Please stop back throughout the week to read some inspiring stories, great debates, and startling statistics. The Between the Sheets weekly games will resume on Monday, October 8!

In any case, thanks for all who played the penis game! Feel free to continue leaving your answers at the post linked above, and congratulations to Dana, for the answer that made me giggle the most! My apologies for not announcing the winner sooner. I still can’t find the connector cord…I had to email pictures from my phone!

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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:

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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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