Jacking-Off Log

[spacekowboy]

*covers her eyes and walks in*

Yeah... all my fave people are in here, so I'm saying hello..... but I'm not looking at a thing....... Hey, why are my shoes sticking to the floor?

Covers eyes??

Join the pervy party You know you want to .

 

[Hester]

Several this weekend and then tapering off 'til last night I was all set to go and then I embarassed myself and laughed my libido into non-existence. I had been thinking in the last few days about a line from Vox --- that no woman is anything but beautiful when she's strumming --- and while I appreciated the sentiment I could only imagine that I looked ridiculous with my little rituals. I got the giggles and then I was chortling until tears ran out the corners of my eyes.

It wasn't an O and I never did get one last night, but it was still a good release.

glad to hear i'm not the only one who breaks into hysterics sometimes. jacking is silly business

 

[rosco rathbone]

glad to hear i'm not the only one who breaks into hysterics sometimes. jacking is silly business

The silliness of masturbation lies @ the heart of this thread imho.

 

[Hester]

I ought to set up my Microphone and record these sounds for upload, but it would make me too self conscious, I'd be putting on an act.

i'd like to hear it even if some of it was put on for an audience

 

[Hester]

as is an inspired one.

have you jacked yet?

you're a bit due for one

 

[Hester]

Originally Posted by A

i may adopt this as a new nickname. doesn't really roll off the tongue but i still like it

think it could be pronounced "ah" instead of "ay?"

hello, my name is Ah.

 

[Hester]

ooooh! then people would be calling out *my* name when they jack!

ooh ooooh nghhh AaaaaaaaaH!

 

[rosco rathbone]

i may adopt this as a new nickname. doesn't really roll off the tongue but i still like it

think it could be pronounced "ah" instead of "ay?"

hello, my name is Ah.

As a fonix teacher, I prefer the long A, but you can be ah if you want.

In a sidenote, I have decided that CJHurt is the atticus finch of lit and that will be his jolname.

 

[Hester]

In a sidenote, I have decided that CJHurt is the atticus finch of lit and that will be his jolname.

that's awesome.

 

[Sallad]

As a fonix teacher, I prefer the long A, but you can be ah if you want.

In a sidenote, I have decided that CJHurt is the atticus finch of lit and that will be his jolname.

LOL
It may spread across the board...

 

[bmw1080]

"I have a need!"


I wonder if there is any one here that would like to participate? just a bit of mutual masturbation.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

My laptop is warm on my thighs, and I'm half-aroused. The J.O.L. has caused me to pay a attention to my jacking.

"But attention is more than looking at something or looking at a class of things in succession...Attention is a controlling relation -- the relation between a response and a discriminative stimulus."-- Skinner, B. F.

My attention to jacking has become a stimulus for arousal. Reading the O's of people I find sexy is also a stimulus, and responses to my posts are a reward for posting (and jacking).

I really enjoyed writing that... got me in the mood for another

- posting leads to jacking leads to ...
reading leads to jacking leads to posting leads to ...

I am not so into the O right now. More this constant state of arousal stroking ourselves and each other on the GB. Masturbation is blurred - not so solo. Loving all the foreplay.

 

[cjh]

Ennui first fueled my seed. Chance circumstance of being found by a lover of twenty years ago, of finding a reissue of an album of even longer ago, and of dueling in my present relationship. Lust did not drive my erection. Nor did love. It was a self-medication cock, the hardness of consolation, of affirmation, of hope. It was the distracted firmness of tossing and turning and hanging on to the line available, of drifting through memories of tears shed and joys shared with old lovers. It was the unconscious stroke in time to Eddie Hazel’s guitar, driving, propelling, wailing, receding and driving again. It was the thought of fucking the first time, all adolescent anxiousness, too driven to find ritual, too dumb to know sacrifice, and sufficiently awed to cut the tail off of my shirt so I could capture her smell. It was a seemingly endless reel of faces and breasts and cunts, all familiar and none the same, all progressing in beat all propelling forward to the marimba’s metronome precision. It was a pastiche of scents and tastes and sounds, a fusion of fucks won, lost and shared. Of being seduced by Mrs. Robinson and ignoring Lolita. It was a lament of women wanted and not known, and a chant of those seemingly unknowable yet taken. And it became an urgency of distorted guitar and newly focused desire, of flashing images of water streaming off hair, flowing between breasts, funneling down a tender vulva. A screech of new desire, of a new penetration. Ennui became driven. Flaccid became hard. And nearly nine minutes later, each memory, all memories, erupted onto my belly.

 

[Sallad]

Ennui first fueled my seed. Chance circumstance of being found by a lover of twenty years ago, of finding a reissue of an album of even longer ago, and of dueling in my present relationship. Lust did not drive my erection. Nor did love. It was a self-medication cock, the hardness of consolation, of affirmation, of hope. It was the distracted firmness of tossing and turning and hanging on to the line available, of drifting through memories of tears shed and joys shared with old lovers. It was the unconscious stroke in time to Eddie Hazel’s guitar, driving, propelling, wailing, receding and driving again. It was the thought of fucking the first time, all adolescent anxiousness, too driven to find ritual, too dumb to know sacrifice, and sufficiently awed to cut the tail off of my shirt so I could capture her smell. It was a seemingly endless reel of faces and breasts and cunts, all familiar and none the same, all progressing in beat all propelling forward to the marimba’s metronome precision. It was a pastiche of scents and tastes and sounds, a fusion of fucks won, lost and shared. Of being seduced by Mrs. Robinson and ignoring Lolita. It was a lament of women wanted and not known, and a chant of those seemingly unknowable yet taken. And it became an urgency of distorted guitar and newly focused desire, of flashing images of water streaming off hair, flowing between breasts, funneling down a tender vulva. A screech of new desire, of a new penetration. Ennui became driven. Flaccid became hard. And nearly nine minutes later, each memory, all memories, erupted onto my belly.

Oh, really?
*raised eyebrow

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

CrackerjackHrt, that was amazing. Worth waiting a long time for.

 

[tortoise]

I am not so into the O right now. More this constant state of arousal stroking ourselves and each other on the GB. Masturbation is blurred - not so solo. Loving all the foreplay.

This describes my current mood almost uncannily well, OY. I too am enjoying arousal for arousal's sake.

 

[Hester]

you've turned a jack into poetry, cjh. thanks for sharing that.

 

[tortoise]

Excellent post, Cjack!

 

[bridgeburner]

Yo 'Livia,

I wanted to thank you for your exchange with Pure in Topopolis--- it has been much on my mind in the last week. This is probably not news to you, knowing my tastes as you do. ;->I'm determined not to be overcome by hilarity or the insufferable heat tonight and I'll be reading those posts again for inspiration.

Somewhere lost on the boards --- perhaps here or in Topopolis itself as those are the most likely places--- I wrote once about a wall of breasts. I kept hoping I could find it again and point you toward it but I have had no luck at all.

 

[bridgeburner]

Ah, when he finally gives it up he realllllly gives it up. Nice jack, Cracker!

 

[testing123456]

BINGO!!!

Phone sex with a gorgeous woman while she is in the bathroom at work. Then to get the pictures on my phone of how wet she was and her tasting it.

Done. Night.

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

Yo 'Livia,

I wanted to thank you for your exchange with Pure in Topopolis--- it has been much on my mind in the last week. This is probably not news to you, knowing my tastes as you do. ;->I'm determined not to be overcome by hilarity or the insufferable heat tonight and I'll be reading those posts again for inspiration.

Somewhere lost on the boards --- perhaps here or in Topopolis itself as those are the most likely places--- I wrote once about a wall of breasts. I kept hoping I could find it again and point you toward it but I have had no luck at all.

I picture you shaking your fist at the sky "The wall of breasts has eluded me again, but I shall not rest until I reach my holy wall".

BB = BeesKnees .

I am trying to keep big breasts out of my wanks for a day or two - the challenge of an O that includes no women hotter then myself. Totally new for me to actually be in my own fantasy in my own body. Very wholesome, and challenging after a lifetime habit of going to central casting.

 

[Guest]

 

[bridgeburner]

Very wholesome, and challenging after a lifetime habit of going to central casting.

Liv, I adore you! You complete me.

You'll have to hold up the wholesome half of the perverted duo on your own. I can't make it work because I'm always more intrigued by seeing innocence abused.




My mind is a cesspool.




I'm going swimming!!!

 

[rimmy]

My mind is a cesspool.




I'm going swimming!!!

I love that quote.