Jacking-Off Log

[BoobsNBrains]

Twice today...quick, intense, rough...

The first one squirted all over...rode the waves of the second one, dildo buried deep, his voice in my mind..."That's my good girl. Relax and come for me..."

Gah.


Maybe round 3 is in order.

 

[MechaBlade]

Day 8

Pretty much since the time I've gotten up, I've been thinking about sex. I have to actively distract myself with video games or something to ignore it. My dick is constantly ready and I find myself accidentally touching it all the time.

It's getting to the point where I'm wondering why I'm doing this. I have already broken a small record. And sure, I can make it 15 days, but then what? I go back to jacking continuously, whether I need to or not, in dangerous situations like back alleys and hotel swimming pools during family reunions; I can do famine, but then it's right back to feast.

Still, I must persevere in the name of Scientific Progress, and I suppose I am getting some sort of masochistic pleasure from this.

Don't know if I'll make it through today.

Mecha, it's very interesting to see the mind-body results of continence in an oversexed healthy young man like you. I'm fascinated by the nesting jacking dreams.

Sequential, not nesting. Yeah me too.

concrete cookies then enough for everyone

just got tired of the silliness of the handle
and logging in with that unwieldy thing

tiresome, Darling.

I like this name better.

Jilled to the rough sex in The Number 23.

Thank god somebody got something out of that movie.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I agree, if you don't transmute the energy, there's not much point to pushing it. It just becomes a torture. When I'm getting my best results, I stop noticing my cock and the energy rises to creative center in the head.

Still I have to be on guard though. Brazilian asses in the gym, hoo boy.

 

[MechaBlade]

fuck this, 8 is enough.

 

[dg]

In the office after work. Everyone had gone home. 15 minute window until the cleaning crew arrived. Considering one line of the text the entire time.

 

[Batch]

I like this name better.

.

Well. Mecha speaks, to this lowly woman.


thank you most kindly, young one.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Well. Mecha speaks, to this lowly woman.


thank you most kindly, young one.

You are nothing but a girl, Batch. That's all you'll ever be.

Nothing but a pumkin.....creme........pie.



We need to hear about that 8-and-out oload, mecha.

 

[Batch]

You are nothing but a girl, Batch. That's all you'll ever be.

Nothing but a pumkin.....creme........pie.



We need to hear about that 8-and-out oload, mecha.

for moments like these I consider the worship of you

 

[naughtycakes]

Hmmm. Just once today, so far. First time posting here. I was gonna go for a second, but there were too many people in the house and I couldn't get away.

 

[bisexplicit]

I have already broken a small record. And sure, I can make it 15 days, but then what? I go back to jacking continuously, whether I need to or not, in dangerous situations like back alleys and hotel swimming pools during family reunions; I can do famine, but then it's right back to feast.

I hate to say it, but I love this.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Hmmm. Just once today, so far. First time posting here. I was gonna go for a second, but there were too many people in the house and I couldn't get away.

Welcome aboard. However, we expect considerably more detail from a good writer with a Bukowski fixation.

 

[December]

In the office after work. Everyone had gone home. 15 minute window until the cleaning crew arrived. Considering one line of the text the entire time.

You aren't going to tell us the line of text? Damnit!

 

[rosco rathbone]

You aren't going to tell us the line of text? Damnit!

I pictured a txt message on a cell phone, like "I M gonna suk U dry 2nite Dadee"

 

[December]

I pictured a txt message on a cell phone, like "I M gonna suk U dry 2nite Dadee"

Ha. Gotta say, that wouldn't do it for me. I would be too busy being irked over the text talk to manage an orgasm.

 

[Cleopatra]

God- this is impossible.

You picked the wrong place to give up jacking, Mecha.

 

[naughtycakes]

Welcome aboard. However, we expect considerably more detail from a good writer with a Bukowski fixation.

Ok, fair enough. Let's see details? Well, it was a truly uneventful wank, I took some pictures with my timer in a grey sweatshirt and nothing else, which I'm playing with on photoshop. Made me wet, as taking pics usually does. I resorted to a story where a girl loses a bet and gets ass fucked over a pool table by her bf's friend. Really, it was just very routine, nothing special. I need a more momentous wank, maybe tonight.

For some reason, I can't rub off from memory or fantasies, I need outside stimulation, usually in the form of a story, picture, voice or what-have-you. My mind is too frantic to concentrate on fantasies, even though I think about sex all the time.

I'll have to come back here and give you the details of a juicier sesh.

 

[Hank_Carey]

I woke up this morning, splitting headache, hung over. Like most days. I had an erection in spite of last night's drinking, it was paying me back, my own cock betrays whatever depressed state that I was in last night. Like most days.

It says, "Hank, you fucking jackass, I control your life."

I pulled the sheet off and admired it, stiff, static, not going anywhere. I had to touch it, feel myself up, sunlight illuminating everything. I thought about a lot of things. I thought about people here, I thought about a girl I knew ten years ago.

I rubbed, yanked, jerked, stroked.

And I stopped and admired it some more. It remained stiff and throbbed a lot, it wasn't going to stop doing that, no matter how I treated it. I covered myself up and ignored it for a few minutes, listening to the radio, but when I checked it again, it was the same.

I rubbed some more, it liked that.

And then, for no particular reason, I rolled over, I just let it annoy me, pressed against the bed. I drifted off.

When I woke up again, it didn't own me anymore.

The fucking bastard. Like most days.

 

[bisexplicit]

I woke up this morning, splitting headache, hung over. Like most days. I had an erection in spite of last night's drinking, it was paying me back, my own cock betrays whatever depressed state that I was in last night. Like most days.

It says, "Hank, you fucking jackass, I control your life."

I pulled the sheet off and admired it, stiff, static, not going anywhere. I had to touch it, feel myself up, sunlight illuminating everything. I thought about a lot of things. I thought about people here, I thought about a girl I knew ten years ago.

I rubbed, yanked, jerked, stroked.

And I stopped and admired it some more. It remained stiff and throbbed a lot, it wasn't going to stop doing that, no matter how I treated it. I covered myself up and ignored it for a few minutes, listening to the radio, but when I checked it again, it was the same.

I rubbed some more, it liked that.

And then, for no particular reason, I rolled over, I just let it annoy me, pressed against the bed. I drifted off.

When I woke up again, it didn't own me anymore.

The fucking bastard. Like most days.

For some reason, I like disgust and apathy when it comes to masturbation. Perhaps, it is because I often experience it myself.

I don't exactly find it hot, but I find it interesting, and human.

 

[hogjack]

Behind on logging in:

February - 45
March - 40
April - 21
May - 50
June [to date] - 19

 

[Batch]

Ha. Gotta say, that wouldn't do it for me. I would be too busy being irked over the text talk to manage an orgasm.

it would help me along.

 

[Batch]

Behind on logging in:

February - 45
March - 40
April - 21
May - 50
June [to date] - 19

damn straight.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Ok, fair enough. Let's see details? Well, it was a truly uneventful wank, I took some pictures with my timer in a grey sweatshirt and nothing else, which I'm playing with on photoshop. Made me wet, as taking pics usually does. I resorted to a story where a girl loses a bet and gets ass fucked over a pool table by her bf's friend. Really, it was just very routine, nothing special. I need a more momentous wank, maybe tonight.

For some reason, I can't rub off from memory or fantasies, I need outside stimulation, usually in the form of a story, picture, voice or what-have-you. My mind is too frantic to concentrate on fantasies, even though I think about sex all the time.

I'll have to come back here and give you the details of a juicier sesh.

Monotonous detail is fine. Jacking is a necessary quotidien act, like taking a shit.

 

[Hank_Carey]

For some reason, I like disgust and apathy when it comes to masturbation. Perhaps, it is because I often experience it myself.

I don't exactly find it hot, but I find it interesting, and human.

I totally know what to send you for your birthday now.

 

[naughtycakes]

Monotonous detail is fine. Jacking is a necessary quotidien act, like taking a shit.

Yes, but I prefer a momentous wank with grand flourish. I didn't have to work today, so I thought about laying around naked in bed for a couple hours with a good book for a long, leisurely one, but was too horny and had to just go for the kill.

 

[bisexplicit]

I will have very little time or opportunity to jack off, and so, I feel like, tonight, I should. Somehow, however, that creates too much pressure.

Goodbye daily masturbation. I'm sure I will miss you. Desperately.