Jacking-Off Log

badmatt said:

that's good...I do it often...hell I even jack off thinking about someone else after just having had sex

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I've done this plenty of times, myself. Mostly with the one-night-stands who just come over for the fuck but don't do the morning thing...and I'm still horny for another go-round after they jet. Sometimes my orgasm from jacking off after is even better than the nut I had while fucking.

badmatt said:

that's good...I do it often...hell I even jack off thinking about someone else after just having had sex

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while she is laying next to you?
that would be super hot

VermilionSkye said:

It has been too long...

My jack

my eyes closed

my legs spread wide, ankles tied to the foot posts. exposed
my hands free to touch, taste, grab, rake, pinch, and hold him there.

Him leaning over me, looking down, kisses, a flick of his tongue on my lip, moving south, way south, making swirls around my nips. mmm teeth grazing, sucking. making nips hard as pebbles.
My back arching, moaning, gasping and panting. Suck it harder, bite it.
Cock in hand, he paints my lips slickery, sticky sweet.
Thrust. Deep, hard. A nice, tight fit.
sweet sexy musk filling the air, my senses.
my hips arch, bucking to meet him. tempo quickening
kiss me. kiss me hard.

fingers reaching, touching, flicking, rubbing.. around and around.
spreading honey, up and down...there.
please
please
yes
there
pushing, pushing...in!
YES
slow
at first.
deeper, faster, harder. just like that. take it, take me. fuck me. hard
I want it all.
pinching, squeezing my tits. pink, hot, aching
oh yes, I feel it! I feel it!!
FUCK ME.
throbbing, swelling, jetting sweet, thick cream. mine, all for me.
heaven, sweet fucking heaven

done, but not quite.
his mouth finds my sweet spot. hot and sticky, his cool tongue soothes me.
sucking, probing, kissing my ache...
he knows...

There is more, so much more. I'll keep it tucked away.

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WOW!!!!!

Tormented by thoughts of being given to his friends.

In a limo...dressed to the nines. Sitting next to him and across from his creepy friend...keeps looking at me and rubbing his hard on through his pants. Me clinging to my date but unable to keep my eyes off of the guys cock...my nipples getting harder my pussy getting wet. Rubbing against his arm like a cat in heat. Hating my own arousal...embarrassed by it.

My date tells creepy guy to knock it off but he says he can't. He's too fuckin' horny. I'm suddenly pushed to the floor of the car and told to suck him off. He can't get his pants off fast enough...my juices dripping down my thighs. Hips rocking involuntarily even though I'm humiliated and angry at my man. His other friend taking the opportunity to spank my ass, pull his cock out through his fly, push my dress over my ass and hips and shove himself into me.

I have a cock in my mouth...hands in my hair pushing my head down...his hips thrusting into me hard. Hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water. I have a cock in my pussy...huge...filling me...fucking me hard and fast. Cum shooting down my throat and on my face as he pulls out. Cum on my ass as the one behind me pulls out and shoots into my crack.

My date is on the phone looking out the window as we drive along the ocean. I cum sitting on the floor of the car at his feet. His creepy friend's cum on my face...the other guy's cum making a mess of my ass...my fingers rubbing my clit hard and fast while I adore his disinterested profile.

Bacetti said:

Tormented by thoughts of being given to his friends.

In a limo...dressed to the nines. Sitting next to him and across from his creepy friend...keeps looking at me and rubbing his hard on through his pants. Me clinging to my date but unable to keep my eyes off of the guys cock...my nipples getting harder my pussy getting wet. Rubbing against his arm like a cat in heat. Hating my own arousal...embarrassed by it.

My date tells creepy guy to knock it off but he says he can't. He's too fuckin' horny. I'm suddenly pushed to the floor of the car and told to suck him off. He can't get his pants off fast enough...my juices dripping down my thighs. Hips rocking involuntarily even though I'm humiliated and angry at my man. His other friend taking the opportunity to spank my ass, pull his cock out through his fly, push my dress over my ass and hips and shove himself into me.

I have a cock in my mouth...hands in my hair pushing my head down...his hips thrusting into me hard. Hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water. I have a cock in my pussy...huge...filling me...fucking me hard and fast. Cum shooting down my throat and on my face as he pulls out. Cum on my ass as the one behind me pulls out and shoots into my crack.

My date is on the phone looking out the window as we drive along the ocean. I cum sitting on the floor of the car at his feet. His creepy friend's cum on my face...the other guy's cum making a mess of my ass...my fingers rubbing my clit hard and fast while I adore his disinterested profile.

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My God, woman. Wow.

Get out of my subconscious, bacetti.

After a week of jacking 1nce a day, I did it 4 times between 7 PM and 4AM last night. By the time the foul sun began heating up the haze here on this sinking island I had bled my testosticles of so much vital essence that the idea of putting on my pants and boots in order to go forth and earn a living made me want to cry like a little girl.

I have made a most interesting return to jacking.

For those who don't follow my exploits, I spent most of March and April living with not one, but two, women; both of whom considered themselves my girlfriend and therefore rightful custodian of all my ejaculatory expulsions.

It was the best of times and the worst of times, a tale of two titties. Wait, four titties.

All nice titties, and luscious, thick asses. One bisexual, one bi-squeamish; and even some good racial diversity to keep things spicy. Add to that an ostensibly covert -but all the more incessant for that fact- competitiveness between the two and I have stories to keep all of you jacking for days, my comrades of the palm, weeks perhaps.

It occurred to me at one point, after about 6 or 7 weeks without touching myself, that perhaps this could serve as an omen for the inevitable failure of the relationship. One of my felines in particular flat out demanded that I fuck her in the vilest of ways, and enjoy it thoroughly as any healthy male would, with the immediate disintegration of our relationship offered as an alternative.

I was not called an impotent fop aloud, but only because it was mutually understood.

When the last female made her polite exit and once again had I the opportunity to love myself as God clearly intended, in His infinite wisdom, it occurred to me that I had learned something. There is a difference between a stud and a drone, and the would be puppeteer was being dragged and torn in different directions by the strings he himself had affixed to his marionettes.

So jack I did, and mightily.

In the last few weeks I have jacked in all my usual ways, and many new ones. However the satisfaction quickly wanes as I come to an ugly realization. I never needed the women for those events building up to the orgasm so much as I need them for what occurs afterwards.

In a word: semen.

The putrid excrement of my most cancer-prone gland.

A very perceptive female once remarked on how the dichotomy of my madonna/whore complex is never quite so salient as in the moments before and after I orgasm. There is nothing I desire more after a good nut but to lay back on some soft titties and think about nothing at all.

Yet here I am, bursting like old-faithful without 'nere a mommy in sight to clean up after me.

What a convenience a woman is, that she should essentially serve as porn, lube, friction and kleenex; all wrapped up in one utterly deceiving ball of selfishness.

Without that last function, I am at a severe loss, I admit. I have attempted every possibility from aiming my ejaculations into appropriate receptacles or placing absorbent materials over my slit at just the right moment, and yet all cost me valuable momentum.

Suddenly, I'm struck with an almost paralyzing feeling of deja-vu, but I shall continue on good faith.

I have taken to essentially ejaculating wherever, and doing some finicky and resentful clean up afterwards. Still, there are stains on the floor of my office that are quite definitely semen residue on the tile. It repulses me to live like this, and all I can think to myself, in the most mystified tone imaginable is:

"Who is going to clean this up?"

Will I....

No....

Hmmm....... perhaps if I had a way to get porn in the shower....

good post!

Andraste said:

i hope not.

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This is why I never call you.

Modern Mephisto said:

This is why I never call you.

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i call bullshit.

and your humour appears to be broken.

again.

Andraste said:

i call bullshit.

and your humour appears to be broken.

again.

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What?! Bullshit gave you his number? That fucking manwhore is stealing all the fine bitches!

My humor isn't broken, it's bent. And it's designed that way.

Modern Mephisto said:

What?! Bullshit gave you his number? That fucking manwhore is stealing all the fine bitches!

My humor isn't broken, it's bent. And it's designed that way.

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meh .

This morning, in the shower:

In my fantasy, I casually knew a woman who had a teenage daughter. I decided that I wanted to have the woman, and I wanted to time it so that her daughter was home when I... 'raped' her. Therefore, I sort of stalked her to determine her schedule...

Inspired by this thread, in my fantasy, I walked into her house. She was there with her daughter and one of her daughter's friends. I had a knife that I was waving around menacingly - and I ordered the two girls to help me cuff the mom's wrists to the dining room table. Afterward, I used the knife to remove her clothes, leaving her there, afraid, angry, naked, humiliated... in front of the girls.

I then proceeded to finger her the way the guy in that video did... literally pulling an orgasm out of her against her will, but seducing her brain in the process.

After her orgasm, I asked her if she wanted more... if she wanted my cock. She admitted that she did want my cock. I asked her where. "Anywhere... just please, put it in me." Begging me, in front of her daughter and her daughter's friend... good little housewife to whore transformed.

I had her scoot forward a bit on the table, her wrists still cuffed, and her head hanging back over the edge. The table was the perfect height for me to fuck her mouth, which I did... earnestly.

I told her daughter to uncuff one of her wrists, but I ordered the mom to not touch herself until I said so. As soon as her wrist was free, her hand moved toward her cunt... but she stopped herself, and rested it beneath her stomach, on her upper mound. She wanted to be good for me.

Next, I pulled my cock from her mouth, and rested my balls in her face... and told her she could touch herself. Her orgasm was instantaneous, and she was moaning into my scrotum, rubbing her face in my balls as she writhed.

Finally, I moved around to fuck her. I entered her hard and fast... and did not last long.

luxey313 said:

while she is laying next to you?
that would be super hot

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yes, especially then
god it drives Me to nut

badmatt said:

yes, especially then
god it drives Me to nut

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and speaking of nutting...I didn't have a chance to do that particular style today, but I have done it four times....once in the car on the way to work....they really shouldn't let hotties run in the morning rush hours...and then after an hour long meeting I couldn't help it and went into My office and did it again....barely cleaning up before a vendor came by....new rep, she's just too hot to talk about...so I jacked off twice after she left too....all over her brand new line card...

Bacetti said:

Tormented by thoughts of being given to his friends.

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Marry me.

Marquis said:

I have made a most interesting return to jacking.

For those who don't follow my exploits, I spent most of March and April living with not one, but two, women; both of whom considered themselves my girlfriend and therefore rightful custodian of all my ejaculatory expulsions.

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Lit's very own Tucker Max.

It was the best of times and the worst of times, a tale of two titties. Wait, four titties.

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Impeccably well written, man. A thoroughly enjoyable and informative post.

perhaps if I had a way to get porn in the shower....

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You need a waterproof laptop.

RawHumor said:

This morning, in the shower:

In my fantasy, I casually knew a woman who had a teenage daughter. I decided that I wanted to have the woman, and I wanted to time it so that her daughter was home when I... 'raped' her.

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Also a very good post and similar to a story I plan on writing.

I dunno, it's been awhile since I've enjoyed the "conflicted pleasure" side of non-con. Now I just want 'em to hate every second of it. Perhaps not-so-below-surface misogynism, perhaps resentment that I have to fight the good fight for every damned orgasm and can't a man (and presumably girl) alive "force" one out of me or even make me really sincerely beg for one.

Bac, your tale hit closer to the sweet spot for me. That's the kind of conflict my mind can get around--being so close to the object of your desire, yet denied any true intimacy and settling, burning, for unfulfilling lust as a backup.

I realize I'm resorting to analysis in lieu of actual contribution. Yea verily, I cry pardon.

a just get it the fuck out of the way Jay!

no damn images just sensation!

and so it is done.

Now I can get back to work.

years and years and years of pent up rage. never letting it out, always being kind and gentlemanly, despite the abuse he takes from others. but still full of rage. and it's what i want from him. no one else knows it's in there, but i saw it from the moment we met. the anger. the violence. the intimacy of it. the intensity. christ, the intensity alone could kill me. raw and unfettered. i draw it out, little by little. and i think back on it and get myself off. and i think about what i'm going to do next to bring it even further, and i get myself off some more. i know what's in there, and i want it. i want it all unleashed on me, and it keeps me edgy and restless and wanking like a fool and acting like a two dollar whore.

Hester said:

years and years and years of pent up rage. never letting it out, always being kind and gentlemanly, despite the abuse he takes from others. but still full of rage. and it's what i want from him. no one else knows it's in there, but i saw it from the moment we met. the anger. the violence. the intimacy of it. the intensity. christ, the intensity alone could kill me. raw and unfettered. i draw it out, little by little. and i think back on it and get myself off. and i think about what i'm going to do next to bring it even further, and i get myself off some more. i know what's in there, and i want it. i want it all unleashed on me, and it keeps me edgy and restless and wanking like a fool and acting like a two dollar whore.

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how beautiful
and the anticipation... I look forward to reading the progression through you

i had a dream we were messing about in lux's room & i was fingering her.

woke up needing instant buzz to clit release.

homage

years and years and years of pent up lust. never letting it out, except via secret masturbatory fantasies, always being shy and nervous and 'good girl-ish' in public, despite the advances of others. but still full of lust. and it's what i want from her. no one else really knows what's in there, but i saw it from the moment we met. the need. the wanting. the hope of finding one who would let her be what she is. the intensity of her desire. christ, the intensity alone could kill me. raw and unfettered. i draw it out, little by little. i push and tease and prod and pry and i am always undone. then i think back on it and get myself off. and i think about what i'm going to do next to bring it out even further, to encourage her to be who she is, and i get myself off some more. i know what's in there, and i want it. i want it all unleashed on me, and it keeps me edgy and restless and wanking like a fool and acting like a man without qualities.

Hamletmaschine said:

homage

years and years and years of pent up lust. never letting it out, except via secret masturbatory fantasies, always being shy and nervous and 'good girl-ish' in public, despite the advances of others. but still full of lust. and it's what i want from her. no one else really knows what's in there, but i saw it from the moment we met. the need. the wanting. the hope of finding one who would let her be what she is. the intensity of her desire. christ, the intensity alone could kill me. raw and unfettered. i draw it out, little by little. i push and tease and prod and pry and i am always undone. then i think back on it and get myself off. and i think about what i'm going to do next to bring it out even further, to encourage her to be who she is, and i get myself off some more. i know what's in there, and i want it. i want it all unleashed on me, and it keeps me edgy and restless and wanking like a fool and acting like a man without qualities.

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i got worked up by luxey's dick-in-mouth thread and wanked to images of being restrained by strong arms as dirty things were done to me furtively in dark warehouses or constructions sites, hand over my mouth when i got too loud.

thoughts like that and weather like we are having lately make me love my construction job!