Tuesday, July 24, 2007

sugaree #89

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 #90? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

This Week’s Picks


“She performs astounding acts and swirls her perfect ass in circles, like the tassles on her tits.”

Nylon Whispers

“I run my fingers along every bit of my nylon covered flesh”

No Timeless Beauty To Conform To

“While fashions themselves come and go, so do the standards of beauty rise and fall like the heaving breasts of an excited woman.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself

Welcome to the Redesign

Editor’s Choice

Catalina loves (sex in) Sevilla

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

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

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio

Half-Nekkid and Asking for It

I Feel Myself


Lindsay Lohan Naked Pictures On Internet?

Professional dress code

Time For Tits

Erotic Writing and Experiences

Another Ride

Dirty Lace

A gay lesson

Joining the Half-Mile-High Club San Francisco, part 9

Office Masturbation - part 4


Postage Stamp Sex

Private Show pt. 1

Rape Fantasies



She Dancin’ with a G

Sex News

Find Your Love Match Among Hegre Art’s Models

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships

BDSM Part II; etymolgy, history, psychology

Can you can can?


Fuck Your Fucking Ethics

The Glory That Is Myra Breckinridge

I wish I’d known that…

Lip Service

Panties Tell You What I’m Wanting

“Thank You”

Things I Would Like to See in Porn

Tom made me think

Sex & Politics

No Payola

BDSM & Fetish

Featured Fetish - Urophilia (Pee, Piss, Watersports)

Happy HNT - Metal bondage fun and a naughty night with Shasta Gibson


Singing about spanking

Submissive List


Saturday, July 14, 2007

can you can can?

I've written about a somewhat depressing night in a strip club in Michigan where the ladies wrestled in Spaghetti-Os.

Another less-than-erotic evening in a midwestern strip club occurred in Milwaukee back in the 80s. I was alone for the evening, staying downtown, and happened upon a club.

It was a fairly dark place with a very large stage that was evidently where all the action was to be. I sat at the stage and the DJ announced the appearance of Morgana, The Can Crusher.

I couldn't imagine what this meant. Out she came. I don't know if she was the same Morgana as the Kissing Bandit of baseball fame, but let's just say she had an outsized rack. It was freak show ginormous, not "boy I like big tits" large.

Guys were ordering cans of Milwaukee's best. Upon completion of the 12 ounces, they would put the can on the stage with a dollar.

Morgana would saunter over, stick the buck in her g-string, put the can between her breasts, where it remained.

She then shrugged her shoulders with arms at her side, thus forcing her breasts together. This would crush the beer can flat as a pancake.


That was the act. Guys cheered. I watched her do it a few times, then returned to my hotel room. As opposed to a good night at a strip club, nothing I had seen provided inspiration for a wank session.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

finally, a new story

I've just ended my longest drought in story-telling with a new tale of the ladies who gathered for coffee -- and more -- every Wednesday. Hope you enjoy it!