Jacking-Off Log

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Maybe it's in the air. We've got a strange wind blowing here for the third day in a row.

I rocked one hard yesterday thinking of an unpleasant fellow relating the details of a woman's torture and rape to her husband/boyfriend/SO. It was along the lines of "and then we....and then he.....and then I.....and I think she really liked it when he......she sure squealed enough." No major disfiguring torture but there were straight pins involved. I got flashes of what they did to the woman, but more what I focused on was the words as the foul fellow taunted the distraught husband.

I creeped myself out. Hell, I'm creeping myself out right now, but it was a solid 8.5 on the O-scale.

This is why I love this thread so much: to know that I'm not alone.
 
torrid masturbating in my car during my lunch hour

even took my pants all the way off so i could be

free...

just working on the sensations

just working on feeling
no images.
 
Mmmm my thoughts that caused such an intense jacking...


Images going from place to place thoughout the apartment as all day I've craved the taste of you in my mouth, down my throat, making me lick my lips and swallow hard.
Pushing you down hard on the couch, you know, the red one...
Urgently pulling and tugging the belt from the loops in your pants, frantically unzipping you and licking and biting the inside of your legs until I nips and kiss my way to your balls, gently kneading and squeezing in my hands while my tongue finds the underside of your cock and flicks and wets every inch my mouth can cover, until finally rising up on my haunches, taking my hand and slipping it between my legs, wetting it with juices of my own, only to take your cock in that hand and begin pumping it sticky-wet while I watch you and see your hips involuntarily thrust and move with the pumping of my hand...
little licks, flicks, and kisses covering your balls...pumping. pumping. pumping.

Until I can't take it anymore and need to have you in my mouth, taking you in slowly, looking up at you as I savor every fucking inch you give.
Pushing. Gulping. Swallowing until I push past the point I've been aching to get to and feel that pop as you push down my throat. Grab my hair, baby. Nice and tight.
That's it. Push me down. Take what you want; give me what I need.

I feel you take control and my hands slip down, one squeezing tits, the other fingering and rubbing, whetting my hunger even more. I love hearing you breathe hard, grunting, growling, using my mouth and rocking those hips while you fuck harder in my mouth. Keep going. Please. It can feel it coming on...
Please don't stop. It's starting to ache so much. Fingers dripping, cunt juices on my thighs, my hand. I can feel it. I can't stop. Screaming, moaning, yelling on your cock. Fuck yes, it feels so good.

Noooo! Don't stop. I feel hands release my hair, pushing me up and away.

I feel a sudden heat on my ass cheeks as you walked around me, smacking me hard. Yanking me to my feet, kissing me hard and bending me over the arm of the couch, my wrist get jerked over my ass, and I hear the tinking of the belt buckle. Fearing what comes next, I close my eyes.
It never comes. Instead, you clamp my wrists together tighter, tying them with the leather I just freed you from. God, it feels good.
Another hard smack from the palm of your hand. Wetness trickling down my thighs. You have no idea what you do to me.
Bites, starting at the backs of my thighs, hands squeezing every bit of flesh you can touch, smacks in between. Teeth sinking into my ass, fingers pressing...oh, my.

I want it. You know I do.

I'm wondering if I should continue...
 
Short.

Fast.

Public.

Forced.

Kneeling.

Sucking.

Choking.

Tears.

Precum.

Begging.

Laughing.

Taunting.

Growling.

Thrusting.

Pounding.

Ramming.

Gagging.

Cursing.

Whore.

Bitch.

Slut.

Cum.

His.

More.

Cum.

Swallowing.

Cum.

His.

Zipper.

Threat.

Footsteps.

Gone.
 
Finishing what someone else started.....

A mid-morning phone call, an unexpected visit. The lazy morning sex in the weekday, empty house warmly pleasant, but unsatisfying.

Later, still alone, aching for relief I returned to bed. I realized as I took my clothes off I still tasted and smelled of him. I licked my lips, enjoying the left over taste of this man. Then, thinking of someone else, remembering how he touches me, spanks me, knowing he is the one who can satisfy me, I came as I played my hot pink vibrator across my clit. Shuddering, the phantom thoughts satisfying me better than my morning tryst.
 
You know, having to be quiet while playing and cumming makes me ache even more, makes it so much more intense.

But then immediately after, I have this insatiable need to be pushed face down or to be yanked down on all fours, or bent over a bed or couch even, fucked mercilessly.

And I still need to cum more today, damnit. Twice is never nearly enough!
 
Are we allowed to post while in the act? Though left-handed typing really is a headache. Am looking at women being creamed all over. That rocks my boat! Mmmmmmmmm! :)
 
Day 4

I'm fasting. I refrained from writing in this because, honestly, I didn't know if I'd make it to Day 3. Usually the first few days are the hardest.

Anyway, my libido has completely changed over the last few weeks. Whereas once, the only thing stopping me from jacking 5+ times a day was the painful feeling that the skin on my dick was going to rip if I jerked one more time; now I have trouble getting the desire to jack twice a day. Getting older, I guess.

So it was a pretty good time to stop. Day 1 was easy. I was glad to have a break, really. I felt the psychological urge to O, without any actual horniness, but ignored that.

Sometimes I need to cut out porn and erotica while fasting, but this time I haven't had a problem. I browsed some porn over the last few days. Mildly arousing. I edited and uploaded a new story. Read erotica by some other people.

Today was/is the only hard day. I've spent approximately the last 4 hours thinking about naked wrestling/anal sex story ideas involving fictional character C. Viper. I always enjoy new story ideas, but after getting this far, I don't want to lose the game.

Despite my thoughts being consumed with sex, I haven't reached the point of insatiable fucklust, so I should be able to maintain my chastity for at least a couple more days. But I'm still shooting for 15.

Ohmmm.
 
just not sure why that one youporn vid gets me off.

jacked I did and felt great.

is it his grunts or her soft babydoll voice

or the denial?
 
hello JOL....it's been a while (well since I posted at least)...but I have to tell you this one.

So, had a client meeting this morning...the young lady who was in the group was reasonably attractive...I mean I didn't jump her on the table...but I flirted a lil' as it broke up...turns out she's my contact at the client...YUM....but I couldn't help it...I walked out of the building as they did....and after seeing her get in the truck (and show off her panties) I got in mine, and stroked my already hard cock until it exploded. good thing I had a towel...or my dash would be cooking cum right now
 
Day 5

My dick gets hard when the wind blows. But I'm actually disappointed I'm not feeling it as much as I have in the past. That hunger. Feeling it tonight, but not at 100%, like a horny 14 year-old watching Skinamax for the first time. Maybe at 80% tonight. I want to fuck something but won't die if I don't get it.

I realize that it's mostly not a physical test. It's an emotional one. What broke me last time was that bad day where I needed to get off--I just NEEDED it--to feel good again. As long as I am happy, I needn't give in to my dick's desires.

The physical side is no joke, however. Being at 80%, I know that in a few minutes from now, I'll be lying in bed, imagining a thick ass straddling my dick. And I shall pray that my unfathomable fatigue will take over and allow me to sleep.

Hmm, maybe 90%. Damn. Perhaps this post was counterproductive.

Ohmmmm.
 
Masturbating has been boring as of late. It matters not how scandalous, shocking, or illegal the subject matter is.

I don't even get wet.
 
Good point, mecha. We compulsive jackers often use jacking as cheap meds to alter the brain chemistry, or as boredom relief. I know I sure do.

I have my best results unjacking if I avoid all stimulation and bad thoughts. This isn't too hard for me, because I never had a porno habit to begin with.

Don't pick up the dick and you won't have to put it down.
 
Going pretty well. Couldn't stop touching my dick in the shower, but as long as I let go before I'm hard, all is well.

Masturbating has been boring as of late. It matters not how scandalous, shocking, or illegal the subject matter is.

I don't even get wet.

You don't need to be wet for me to fuck you. In fact, I prefer-

Bad Mecha! No cyberflirting.

Good point, mecha. We compulsive jackers often use jacking as cheap meds to alter the brain chemistry, or as boredom relief. I know I sure do.

I have my best results unjacking if I avoid all stimulation and bad thoughts. This isn't too hard for me, because I never had a porno habit to begin with.

Don't pick up the dick and you won't have to put it down.
Avoiding porn is hard. Look at mrsmiawallace and her av. Avoiding bad thoughts is impossible.

Also, I have to touch my dick at some point during the day: adjustment, urination, showering... it's inevitable.

Put down the penis and step away from the monitor.
Don't try me, lady! I have the dick, I give the orders! Don't make me use this thing!
 
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