PG Porn

James Gunn, along with his brothers Brian and Sean, have created an absolutely brilliant web series called PG Porn.

Gunn takes a mainstream actor and teams them up with a pornstar. In this episode, the first and only so far, we see Nathan Fillion (Firefly, Dr. Horrible) teamed up with Aria Giovanni in “Nailing Your Wife” The video is absolutely hilarious; you may have to watch it a couple times to truly enjoy ever nuance. But believe me, it’s worth it.

Hopefully they’ll make more soon!

First Day on the Job

Getting Ready

In the mid-afternoon of the day of my first Date, I got an email from my client saying that he had come up with a few things he wanted of me. In our previous correspondences, he was ambiguous about what he wanted; he said he was only going to be in town for a couple days and wanted to have a good time. When I’d asked him if there was anything he wanted me to wear, he just said “something sexy,” and that was it. Now he’d apparently came up with something specific, so I read on.

I was expecting something kind of outlandish or fetishistic, like a cheerleader uniform or maybe dominatrix gear. As I considered that possibility, I realized that I wasn’t sure if I was ready for such voyeurism. Instead, he just wanted me to wear a Little Black Dress. I smiled to myself because I could confidently guess his reasoning behind the request, even if it was a subconscious decision on his part. He wanted me to look my absolute best, and probably more importantly, he wanted everyone else in the place to know that this gorgeous woman was with him. It was an ego trip for him, and I was surprised to find myself excited by the idea of being some guy’s trophy.

I took advantage of the next few hours to get ready. I took a long bubble bath, washed and conditioned my hair twice, and shaved every square inch of my body below the neck. I took my time doing my hair and makeup, which cooperated nicely. I looked and felt gorgeous, even standing in front of my mirror with the towel still wrapped around my body.

When I put the Little Black Dress on, though, it felt like I’d just slid behind the wheel of a sports car. Just like a Ferrari, I was going to be turning heads, filling them with dreams and fantasies about what it would be like to take me for a ride; but tonight only one man would get the opportunity to see first-hand how I perform.

Meeting the Client

From the moment I stepped into the cab I was turning heads. The driver may have only known a few words in English, but the language of sex is universal. I exuded feminine sexuality and confidence and he was reading me loud and clear; hell, if I were in his position, I’d be staring at my cleavage, too.

When I got to the hotel, I did as my client had directed. I walked up to the bar, aware but not acknowledging any of the eyes following me, and ordered an Amaretto Sweet with two-and-a-half cherries. The bartender smiled at the order - and stole a glance at my chest - before turning around to make the drink. It was a signal, ordering that specific drink. My client had requested I order it so that the bartender could inform him of my arrival. After refusing to take my money for the drink, the bartender less-than-clandestinely walked down to the other end of the bar and spoke to the man sipping a cocktail while he watched the game.

I could feel him looking at me then, and my heart began to pound in my chest. I was starting to have second thoughts, but none of them grew past flitting worries before I heard a low, smooth voice at my shoulder.

“I’m glad you could make it,” the voice said. My heart rate stayed rapid but it wasn’t anxiety now; I have a thing for deep, smooth voices. I turned and saw the familiar face of my client - an attractive man, just shy of forty. He had a nice head of hair, clean smile, and his cologne wasn’t overpowering. I imagine he wouldn’t have difficulty meeting women; perhaps time wasn’t on his side this weekend.

We made small talk for a while, which helped me settle down and grow a little more comfortable with him. He was a nice enough guy, but there wasn’t the chemistry needed for me to be truly attracted to the man. There has to be something more than looks, and while he certainly had charm, he wasn’t broadcasting at the same frequency as I do.

After my second cocktail though, I was enjoying myself. It was still relatively early, but I could tell that he was ready to get down to business. His eyes rarely met mine anymore; they were focused mostly on my breasts and would drift down to my long, smooth legs whenever I shifted in my chair. Finally I leaned toward him a little more, placing my hand high up on his thigh, and asked if he wanted to take me up to his room. Biting my lip seductively, I slid my hand higher up his leg and had my rigid answer before he spoke a word.

Getting Down to Business

Despite the lack of genuine chemistry with this client, the alcohol and knowledge of his arousal served as a competent substitute. We kissed in the elevator and I could feel his desire pressing against my hip. I poured on the sluttiness, knowing that’s what he wanted - what he was paying me for - and groped at the thick bulge in his suit pants. I gave it a squeeze before breaking our kiss and turning around to grind my firm ass against him. Before he could get his arms around me though, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I slid out of his grasp and exited the elevator, turning around to look at him with a perfectly innocent look.

By the look in his eyes, though, I thought he was going to tackle me right then and there, or maybe bend me over the table in the middle of the hall. Instead he just grabbed me by the hand and led me down the corridor. It was all I could do to keep up with him in my heels, but I managed not to fall. He pushed me up against the door and kissed me again as he fumbled in his pocket for the keycard. I again gripped the thick ridge of his cock that was extending down the leg of his pants and rubbed it firmly as his free hand found my breast. I knew it was probably delaying his opening the door, but it was like an obligatory shake just before you open a Christmas gift.

He finally got the key card out, but it was another minute before he found the slot in the door. My own desire was growing rapidly, fueled by the knowledge that I turned him on. He may have been out of my league under different circumstances, but tonight he was all mine.

Finally he managed to get door open and we stumbled into the dark room.

(To Be Continued…)

Denise Milani

According to her website, Denise Milani’s spectacular breasts are all natural. Now, whether you believe that or not, you have to admit that even if they have been augmented, that’s got to be one of the best boob jobs in the history of mankind.

Gettin’ It On With The Fleshbot

Tsumi’s great post “Stunt C*nt; An Introduction” has been featured in This Week’s Sex Blog Roundup. Go ahead and click on over to Fleshbot.com for even more steamy bits of naughty.

Sweet, Sweet Sugasm #149

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 #150? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Art of the Cunt
“The point of the abstraction was so that they, although anatomically correct, are hidden enough in colouring and some of the external shapes to hide the image for what it is.”

Come Get Your Knife
“”Do you trust me?” I asked.”

Tangle of Limbs There is Softness
“But I know myself, I know my desire.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Sugarbutch Star: Eileen

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Stunt C*nt; An Introduction

Hello. My name is (not really) Tsumi, and I’m a Stunt Cunt.

“What’s a Stunt Cunt?” you might ask. Well, it’s exactly what it sounds like.

Just as a stuntman will perform the physical stunts that the lead actors won’t, I perform the sexual stunts that a person’s mate won’t.

I originally got the idea when I was having coffee with a friend of mine. We’d gotten around to the topic of sex (surprise, surprise) and he began confessing to me that he was starting to get bored with his love life. He really liked his girlfriend, but there were some things that she wouldn’t do. She only did positions other than missionary if he suggested it. If he wanted a blowjob, he’d have to make sure all the dishes were done and the laundry put away. If he wanted to try anal, at least four of the planets had to be in conjunction before he could even begin to beg her for it. You get the picture.

I truly felt sorry for him. In this day and age, sex comprises a fairly large portion of a romantic relationship. Granted, not every one will have such a varied and perverted sex life as me, but when one person holds back the other, you’re going to have problems. Resentment and jealousy will take root, causing cracks to form and widen throughout the rest of the relationship.

Leaning closer, I told him - not entirely in jest - that I’d be happy to provide those naughty services for him. (I’m a very sexual person (more about this later) and get turned on very easily.) We shared a laugh, and over the course of our afternoon, the idea kept coming back with more and more candor. To make a long story short, that evening found me on my hands and knees in the back seat of his car with his cock deep in my ass. He’d fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked before, and I could feel the primal excitement coursing through him with every stroke. When I went home that night, I felt a deep satisfaction; not just because I’d been sated physically, but because I was able to bring that little bit of adventure and exploration to my friend’s stagnating life.

Over the course of the next few days, I thought more and more about what had happened. I began to realize that such sexual deficiencies weren’t unique to my friend’s relationships, but were probably quite common. How many others are in a loving relationship, but may be… less than satisfied with their love life? If you think about it, people talk about their sex lives all the time, whether they realize it or not. Sexual frustration can manifest itself in many forms, such as body language, choice of vocabulary and inflection of words, and wardrobe. You just have to know what to look and listen for.

So, I looked around on the internet, mostly at dating sites, craigslist, and whatever personals I could find. I bookmarked a few of the more intriguing ads and set them aside to look at them another day. I wanted to make sure this wasn’t just a whimsy of mine, that I’d still be attracted to this idea next week. When I did eventually go back to them, the idea was still bright, vivid, and very appealing.

Answering that first ad took a lot of courage, several rewrites, and no less than half a bottle of wine. I eventually hit the Send button, and was surprised by the amount of excitement I felt. It was a huge thrill to be negotiating the circumstances of a meeting where the sole objective is to have sex with a complete stranger; I was embarking on a life-changing journey, one that could turn out very badly or very well. Big rewards require big risks, right?

Bianca Beauchamp, Sexy in Pink

Pledge Allegiance

I’ll pledge allegiance to her flag, too.

Nothing Beats a Free Massage

My roommate, we’ll call her Mia, is a masseuse, and as such I sometimes get invited in for a free massage when they’re slow. This doesn’t happen often, maybe once a month or so. Nonetheless, I’m pretty familiar with the crew; there’s only three other masseuses and I’ve had a turn with all of them. I tell you, nothing will get you on my good side faster than a good, thorough massage.

Mia got me one such appointment yesterday around noon, so I made time to pamper myself, instead of shoving burrito in my face. She greeted me when I came in and told me that she wanted to try out a new masseur on me. They’d just hired this guy and Mia wanted to use me as a guinea pig, I guess. Of course I wasn’t going to turn it down; anything short of him breaking my spine would be welcome.

I get introduced to him, we exchange pleasantries, and I’m led back to the room. He leaves so I can get ready; I have about five minutes of silence to lie on the table, just a white towel covering my nethers and one covering my breasts until he comes back. Right away I can tell he’s good. His hands are strong, but know just where to apply that strength. Within minutes I’m melting.

We talk while he massages the stress out of my muscles. He asks me if I get massages from Mia a lot since we live together. Only rarely, I tell him, and when she does, the massage doesn’t usually last long before they’re… well, I just giggled. The thought of Mia’s “massages”, coupled with the knowledge that the only thing between me and this handsome young man was a towel, makes me damp.

“Those are the best massages,” he agrees, and I feel the desire tighten between my legs.

“It’s been a while, unfortunately,” I say, thankful that I can hide my blushing cheeks in the face cradle.

“Well, we’ll have to take care of that,” he replies just as casual as can be. I can’t believe my ears! My heart thunders in my chest and I’m afraid to say anything for fear he’d hear the overwhelming excitement in my trembling voice.

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Kari Sweet and Her Pink Skirt

Meet Kari Sweet. This is the beautiful young lady that belongs to the amazing, divine ass framed by the pink plaid schoolgirl skirt. Browse the gallery for some introductory pics of this stunning girl. I’ve got more, though, so you’ll have to keep checking back for future updates.

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