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There's a reason for the cliche of the public-laundry-sex fantasy. It does happen ---- if not usually right IN the laundry, many a hook-up has begun there.

It's not the first laundry room fantasy for me but the first with this particular girl. I can only guess but I would imagine almost all men have had the laundry room fantasy girl.
 
Day 8

It's not the first laundry room fantasy for me but the first with this particular girl. I can only guess but I would imagine almost all men have had the laundry room fantasy girl.

My laundromat fantasy involves the little Ecuadoreñas that work there. I'd like to have a harem of them in my house doing all domestic duties, using the right amount of bleach on the whites, and so on.

As the sun rose on Day 8, I was feeling a little bit tense.

It's the mornings that get me. The need to jack is hard to resist when I'm rolling about on my sweaty cot.

Two fantasies got me. First, I was thinking about having a girl pinned up against a wall, with her nose pressed into it. I reach around and unbuckle her belt, unzip her tight jeans and tug them down over her bubble bottom, exposing a white gstring. I pull this down also and fumble out my cock; which I push between her legs so that it stands there, twitching to the pulsebeat, the sensitive head rubbing scratchily against the stubble on her pussy where she shaved.

That one had me going for a while. Then I thought of another one: being sucked off and coming long deep pulsing strings of ejaculate in her mouth; one of those Os that starts all over again just when you think it's over. Telling her "don't swallow it yet, I want to see it". Then looking in her open mouth at the pearly sperm mixed with saliva and making her swizzle and swash it around her mouth, like fine wine. Making sure she coats all surfaces well with the delicious DNA evidence; enough to convict 10,000 pervs. Then the swallow. 10 ccs of submission serum, private stock aged-in-the-cask deadly venom. Gulp!

It's not easy to back off from a jack like that. I shouldn't even get started but I guess I like to make things hard on myself.
 
It's not the first laundry room fantasy for me but the first with this particular girl. I can only guess but I would imagine almost all men have had the laundry room fantasy girl.

I've never really talked about it with any of my female friends but I know I'm not the only one who's actually hooked up with a laundry guy.

My current laundry facility is remarkably short on fantasy material at the times I usually go --- weekday mornings.
 
Tried to jack this morning to get back to sleep

it was not successful

Things are





amiss
 
Day 9

Day 9. The daytime is fine but sexual thoughts kept me up all night. I wasn't even touching myself, just obsessively going over the same scenes in my head. This by itself was enough to cause an uncomfortable swollen sensation back in the plumbing. I even found my cock leaking pre-o solution.

The whole thing was really rather tedious.

I haven't been doing this according to Chinese methods; in fact, I've been half-stepping-allowing pressure to build without doing the exercises and meditations that draw off the raw chi. I've only got myself to blame for this discomfort.

I've got this sensitive little digital kitchen scale. I decided to weigh my balls now, and again after discharge. I should have done this at the beginning, but I just thought of it.

It's not easy to get an accurate read on the balls, since the body weight tends to fuck it up. I'm going with 4 and 1/8th oz. I'll try to strike the exact same stance on the re-weigh.

They feel heavy. I was pacing back and forth last night, massaging my prostate and they felt like softballs in a sack.
 
Day 9. The daytime is fine but sexual thoughts kept me up all night. I wasn't even touching myself, just obsessively going over the same scenes in my head. This by itself was enough to cause an uncomfortable swollen sensation back in the plumbing. I even found my cock leaking pre-o solution.

The whole thing was really rather tedious.

I haven't been doing this according to Chinese methods; in fact, I've been half-stepping-allowing pressure to build without doing the exercises and meditations that draw off the raw chi. I've only got myself to blame for this discomfort.

I've got this sensitive little digital kitchen scale. I decided to weigh my balls now, and again after discharge. I should have done this at the beginning, but I just thought of it.

It's not easy to get an accurate read on the balls, since the body weight tends to fuck it up. I'm going with 4 and 1/8th oz. I'll try to strike the exact same stance on the re-weigh.

They feel heavy. I was pacing back and forth last night, massaging my prostate and they felt like softballs in a sack.

i think instead of weighing them you should float them in water and do buoyancy and water displacement assays
 
tis science now,
brings me here:

and though, no jack/jill material
to offer,
the prurience
in observing
self-enforced de-onanization...

ahhh,
the rhetorical rampages alone...

and yes... strangely,
tis hot.

perhaps, with time,
jackjillingly so.
 
i think instead of weighing them you should float them in water and do buoyancy and water displacement assays

Well, I think I'd have to float my entire body. All I have for that purpose is the bathtub and I don't see how I'd get an accurate measurement.

One problem was that the scrotom was tight this morning when I weighed in. It should become more loose and flexible after I come back from the gym. This would allow me to lay the balls directly on the scale without my body weight fucking up the reading.
 
cursed
blessed
blasted
fucking not happening
not a jacking omoment, self is not co

operating with the hands and the clit... fuckless wonder
 
i know that beast of arousal is there simmering, and for fifty four hours, present sitting in and centered inside my core

this is a smoldering low heat, which willnot respond to my attempts to
get past that point of

completion

the dizzying powerful wanting has been consumed by another

and am at a loss

I will blame another source, the clit responded just fierce before the traveling began, all urgent, quick and i should have recognized that a deeper need has awakened
will just have to ride this one out, in it's own time, wait

or wrestle control back into my own hands

thus the reason why I am awake

and feeling frustration, will live in that and simmer
 
Day 10

Day 10

A quote from John Humphrey Noyes, On Male Continence

".....The useless expenditure of seed certainly is not natural. God cannot have designed that men should sow seed by the way-side, where they do not expect it to grow, or in the same field where seed has already been sown and is growing; and yet such is the practice of men in ordinary sexual intercourse. They sow seed habitually where they do not wish it to grow....."

Day 10 and all's well aside from from discomfort caused by backup in the pipes.

I've been avoiding obsessive sexual thoughts. Makes for a rather dull JOL entry, of course.
 
Day 11

I was reading something at a taoist board in a thread devoted to continence and retention:

"....when you are watching porn and pleasuring yourself, as these usually go hand in hand, you are receiving tons of subtle information and gestures from the film. One is that women are here to give you your pleasure and must obey your command (hence men guiding the positions without regard for the womans feelings in most films)...."

....and thinking "Right On!".

I was steering well clear of lusty thoughts, especially as regards "women being here only to give me pleasure & obey my commands" and that old standby, "guiding her into position without regard for her feelings". Chi seemed localized in my heart region, giving me a sensation of connectedness with the universe, and yada yada. Then I went to the gym and was peddaling along on the bike when this short, shaply girl got on the treadmill in front of me.

She had long black hair and some kind of weird Asian/black/hispanic mixed look to her, maybe a Brazilian or Venezuelan. A muscular ass and thorax. All well and good. Then I noticed that I could see just a peep of the shape of her tit from the angle I was looking at. Usually, tits do very little for me, but for some reason the sight of her unusually large and firm breast swaying back and forth as she walked on the treadmill began to really bother me.

It led to thoughts of rape, all centering on the notion of having her face down, with her tits squished flat under her and me on top of her holding them like handles. I couldn't get this image out of my mind. I started peddaling faster and faster....66 RPM....68....72..... Every time I looked up, I saw that slice of tit sway into view and thought of twisting the nipples as I humped her
illicitly, with no condom, her pretty face contorted with disgust, shame and fear. Saying 'bitch, take my seed!". I even clearly imagined slinking away, drained, knowing that I'd left my DNA evidence running down her leg. Would it be worth it?

Aside from that episode, which may have been brought about from prostate stimulation caused by the stationary bike seat, it was a pretty calm day.
 
Your strength makes me feel weak, rosco.

I saw a rapeable girl yesterday, too. I don't know what it is about her physique. She was pretty average: thin, a bit pimply in the face; but she was not for fucking like most girls. Something special about her that said she needed to be taken hard and against her will. I didn't care to see her O face, just her face red and grimacing, pressed against a table and pouring out tears.
 
Your strength makes me feel weak, rosco.

I saw a rapeable girl yesterday, too. I don't know what it is about her physique. She was pretty average: thin, a bit pimply in the face; but she was not for fucking like most girls. Something special about her that said she needed to be taken hard and against her will. I didn't care to see her O face, just her face red and grimacing, pressed against a table and pouring out tears.

I've got a weird perv about acne or acne scars. I find them an enhancing blemish.
 
Your strength makes me feel weak, rosco.

I saw a rapeable girl yesterday, too. I don't know what it is about her physique. She was pretty average: thin, a bit pimply in the face; but she was not for fucking like most girls. Something special about her that said she needed to be taken hard and against her will. I didn't care to see her O face, just her face red and grimacing, pressed against a table and pouring out tears.

mmmmmm

If one more guy says he wants to see my O face there's going to be a homicide. Wants to see me cry? i can do that.
 
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