The discriminating pervs at Dirtyspoke announced their nominations for the Best Sex Blogs of 2006 this week, and on the ticket were our very own Sex Blog Roundup wranglers Chelsea Girl and Jefferson, as well as Fleshbot contributor Violet Blue and several other pals. We know they’ve already won your hearts, and so in today’s roundup we check in on some of the other contenders as they hide their vibrators, get to know their cell phones, finger their collars, and generally put every minute to good use.

Stuff your ballot box with Jefferson after the jump.

The Sex Trifecta

My mother is European. Sex and politics were the only two subjects discussed during dinner when I was growing up. This kind of ”liberation” made me a very shy girl when it came to talking about sex. Sort of the Catholic school girl theory, but in reverse. The last thing I wanted to discuss with my parents was my very own vibrator. But then time moved on, I grew up, became more comfortable in my skin, and realized some of the best sex is sex with yourself. There’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. It’s guilt free, disease free, and you can’t get pregnant. It’s the Sex Trifecta.

Ilyanilanai

1-506-HOT-TUNA

I never owned a cell phone and I was a little bit snooty about it. My opinion was, cell phones are for amateurs. Anyone can get laid at three in the morning if they own a cell phone.

Players shouldn’t have to resort to that. Ideally, a true player gets all his arrangements worked out well in advance. Then you smile, relax and enjoy your evening.

Hot Action

Trip III

With one more day left, I missed her. I enjoyed myself and every once in a while, I almost didn’t think about Her, but then I would finger my collar in my pocket, feel my cock twitch and smile.

I sat on the patio outside at a table by myself. People bustled around me and in a certain way I hope no one would sit down. I wanted a little solitude. So, when she sat down before asking, I felt slightly put out.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked sweetly. I did mind but what could I do. “I’ve seen you around. You’re very quiet,” she said with a pleasant bluntness, “That makes you a little mysterious.” Her eyes twinkled.

Grace’s Plaything

The Invitation

He stopped when his head was level with my groin and with his right index finger he pulled my thong aside. He gently ran his finger down my slippery slit and then took it to his mouth to taste my sweetness. As he ran his tongue over his fingers he looked up at me with such a horny smile.

I wanted him, none of the preamble, just good hard fucking. He started lap at my puffy labia, my excitement had made them swollen and engorged. Ready to fuck. I took his head in my hands and guided him back to my mouth. We kissed again but with more passion this time, I cut my lip in the excitement when our teeth collided but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered . . .

AlexSuze

Three Friends

“Can you show me?”

Jen’s eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. She looked at Ken, maybe for reassurance.

Ken nodded.

Jen raised her skirt. She had on some lacy panties, with very light pink borders.

“First, you have to make sure you get excited. It doesn’t work unless you can feel it,” said Jen. She began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a racer-back bra. She began to stroke just the outside edged of the bra. Then she tucked her legs under herself. She began to tease her nipples through the fabric of the bra.

Dirty Couple in Virginia

Fifteen Minutes

“What would you do if you had fifteen extra minutes in a day?” I asked him without looking at him.

The article I was reading, in the January issue of Real Simple magazine, made many suggestions; reading, writing a journal entry, talking to your husband, chopping food for a healthy dinner, having a leisurely breakfast, or maybe soaking in a tub.

The Biker thought for a moment, “Hmmmmm. It has to include you, whatever it is.” He kissed my neck again and bit my earlobe.

Biker’s Balls and Teacher’s Tits