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Oh I seemed to have
Jacked your

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missed you.
Shall we revive the Zombie Takeover Thread?
 
rosco rathbone said:
I've been thinking about http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fall_of_Constantinople the fall of Byzantium lately. An entire huge city-a world capital of the time-fell to the Turk in one apocalyptic day (the seige in the last Lord Of The Rings movie is largely based upon this) and the rape was general for several days. That's the kind of sexuality I'm jacking to. Kicking in doors, putting the menfolk to the sword, raping the nubiles.
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on an unrelated note: i keep reading your sig line as "do not strike wench. do not extend handle. do not stand on wench."
 
I had the fourth of the day about an hour and a half ago. It was nothing short of fantastic. I thought about a certain someone and some imaginary dirty talk about past experiences. A breathless recount of a tryst being whispered into my ear. My own voice echoing back the most depraved parts. Calling her names and smacking her ass... When i came it was high and arching and powerful. 4.25 out of 5. I suprised myself at the volume having jayed 3 other times since 6:00 am
 
I sweated, I moaned, I grunted, I changed positioned 14 times, I used 4-5 different toys, I had phone sex, for a couple hours and finally struggling, sweated out an orgasm, WHEW, thank god for my patient partner, I was on the verge of tears from frustration!!!

Then, later, still not quite satisfied, and still kind of stimulated and not exactly tired, my pussy was still sloppy, (difficult to O, not difficult to lubricate) however it was numb, i was craving something inside it (which is unusual for me) I got out a toy I haven't used in MONTHS, just your standard dick shaped vibe, shoved it in and fucked myself a bit, really enjoying the squishing, sloppiness of it all and rawness, and how it made me involuntarily grunt and moan when i would do it fast and hard. I decided to try to hump it, and use my butterfly on my clit, that was feeling nice but wasn't quite getting it, I was desperate for s omething more, I tried finding a story but my favorite story site was down (yes I regularly cheat on lit with asstr.org) by this time I was getting exhausted, not having had much water or food, and pretty fucked myself raw for 3+ hours before hand but god damnit I needed another fucking orgasm.

My egg had been overheating but it was still working, I decided to take a chance and use it and ripped the butterfly out from under me, the fake dick still buzzing inside me, I pressed the egg against my clit, full blast and humped away and in about 10 seconds had a very instense satisfying O. It almost made me cry I was so relieved!!

I've stopped taking the new pills the doctor wanted me to try, my orgasms are WAY too precious for this shit.
 
Just when I'm feeling strange and useless I come in and get my validation from the JOL. The perversely libidinous allure of nasty words and rapine, the ever-present fear of zombies and how to prepare in the event of attack (seriously, I just had this conversation AGAIN yesterday while driving through Culver City) and the need to jack despite disappointing results.

I've had a throroughly disheartening series of ones and twos over the weekend. The mental urge is there but my body barely responds. It's enough to make me cry or, at the very least, beat my head against the wall.

I was also thwarted in my attempt to aquire marital aids. I happened to be on the side of town where I bought the original Love Gun. I had a little time to kill before meeting up with friends and figured I'd just pop into the store and see if they still carried said appliance. First, I was spotted by a herd of men as I walked boldly and matter of factly up to the door embedded in the flashing neon wall of lights proclaiming pervert mecca. Then I get into the store and I breathe a sigh of relief because I know that even if I don't find the Love Gun the selection looks promising for substitutes. This notion was promptly ripped protesting from my brain pan when I saw that the counter clerk is no longer the 6 1/2 foot drag queen, nor even the paramilitary looking dyke that I had encountered on my last visit. Now there is some barely out of highschool gangsta looking kid manning the register and there was no way in hell I was going to browse and purchase implements of insertion under his watchful gaze. I mean, he'd KNOW what I was going to do with it. He'd have images of me using whatever accoutrements I chose. He might smirk or grimace or breathe or something and I'd be mortified.

So I boldly asked if they still carried the Love Gun as I needed one for a prop for a Costume Party (this is how I made the original purchase) and he said he didn't think so but gamely followed me down the row as we made a cursory search for it. I'm looking at all these lovely and inviting cocks in rainbow colors made of space-age materials, with batteries, without batteries, with electrical cords and power adapters, ridged, smooth, twisted, bulbous, with clit stimulators, without, life-like, alien-like, giggle-inducing and terrifying and I know that I cannot have any of them. There is absolutely no way that I can pick one off the shelf and take it home with me having already insisted that I'm there for one item only and that simply because I require it as the gag part of a costume.

I left emtpy-handed, embarassed even though the kid actually believed my story, and frustrated. I know how rarely I use anything but my fingers to get off but I like having the option and since my fingers are only barely doing it for me these last few days I thought perhaps a change of method might help.

Now it's online shopping only, I guess.


What kind of idiot puts a teenage boy at the counter of his porno shop? You should always have a woman at the counter. The men are thrilled to see her but mostly too embarassed to harrass her and on the off chance that a woman DOES wander into the store she might actually stay and buy something rather than making up a ridiculous tale about costume parties and props needed as if she never even heard of masturbation.


My libido needs a jump start. How can I be mentally craving sexual stimulation but physically unable to achieve? I don't understand it.


sigh.
 
bridgeburner said:
Just when I'm feeling strange and useless I come in and get my validation from the JOL. The perversely libidinous allure of nasty words and rapine, the ever-present fear of zombies and how to prepare in the event of attack (seriously, I just had this conversation AGAIN yesterday while driving through Culver City) and the need to jack despite disappointing results.

I've had a throroughly disheartening series of ones and twos over the weekend. The mental urge is there but my body barely responds. It's enough to make me cry or, at the very least, beat my head against the wall.

I was also thwarted in my attempt to aquire marital aids. I happened to be on the side of town where I bought the original Love Gun. I had a little time to kill before meeting up with friends and figured I'd just pop into the store and see if they still carried said appliance. First, I was spotted by a herd of men as I walked boldly and matter of factly up to the door embedded in the flashing neon wall of lights proclaiming pervert mecca. Then I get into the store and I breathe a sigh of relief because I know that even if I don't find the Love Gun the selection looks promising for substitutes. This notion was promptly ripped protesting from my brain pan when I saw that the counter clerk is no longer the 6 1/2 foot drag queen, nor even the paramilitary looking dyke that I had encountered on my last visit. Now there is some barely out of highschool gangsta looking kid manning the register and there was no way in hell I was going to browse and purchase implements of insertion under his watchful gaze. I mean, he'd KNOW what I was going to do with it. He'd have images of me using whatever accoutrements I chose. He might smirk or grimace or breathe or something and I'd be mortified.

So I boldly asked if they still carried the Love Gun as I needed one for a prop for a Costume Party (this is how I made the original purchase) and he said he didn't think so but gamely followed me down the row as we made a cursory search for it. I'm looking at all these lovely and inviting cocks in rainbow colors made of space-age materials, with batteries, without batteries, with electrical cords and power adapters, ridged, smooth, twisted, bulbous, with clit stimulators, without, life-like, alien-like, giggle-inducing and terrifying and I know that I cannot have any of them. There is absolutely no way that I can pick one off the shelf and take it home with me having already insisted that I'm there for one item only and that simply because I require it as the gag part of a costume.

I left emtpy-handed, embarassed even though the kid actually believed my story, and frustrated. I know how rarely I use anything but my fingers to get off but I like having the option and since my fingers are only barely doing it for me these last few days I thought perhaps a change of method might help.

Now it's online shopping only, I guess.


What kind of idiot puts a teenage boy at the counter of his porno shop? You should always have a woman at the counter. The men are thrilled to see her but mostly too embarassed to harrass her and on the off chance that a woman DOES wander into the store she might actually stay and buy something rather than making up a ridiculous tale about costume parties and props needed as if she never even heard of masturbation.


My libido needs a jump start. How can I be mentally craving sexual stimulation but physically unable to achieve? I don't understand it.


sigh.
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Try Hustler Hollywood. It's like walmart and not in any way seedy.
 
spacekowboy420 said:
Try Hustler Hollywood. It's like walmart and not in any way seedy.
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I hadn't even thought of that. What with the casino and everything Flynt's practically family-friendly now. The traffic around there is a bitch, but I imagine I could brave it....maybe. I'm all courageous when I think about this stuff but my chutzpah fails me about the time I walk through the door.

I swear, I need my pervy friends to live a lot closer to me to offer immoral support.


Thanks for the tip!
 
bridgeburner said:
I hadn't even thought of that. What with the casino and everything Flynt's practically family-friendly now. The traffic around there is a bitch, but I imagine I could brave it....maybe. I'm all courageous when I think about this stuff but my chutzpah fails me about the time I walk through the door.

I swear, I need my pervy friends to live a lot closer to me to offer immoral support.


Thanks for the tip!
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I've never been there , but that's because i live in riverside. It's like a 70 mile drive . I'll deal with the seediness. I've got frinds who have been there though. Told me they loved it.
 
It's not so much the seediness that bothers me. I was perfectly happy in this little store when I felt comfortable with the counterperson, and some days I'm braver than others. I just freaked myself out.

But what does anyone who works there care what I buy? The more the merrier, right? Everyone who comes in there is looking for sex toys or porn. I'm not the only person in the whole world who ever walked into the store......but I'm not the only naked person my doctor has ever seen and that still embarasses me.

Riverside, eh? I feel for ya'. You guys are averaging about ten degrees hotter than us every day and it's miserable hot in Burbank. It didn't used to get this hot or stay hot this long as recently as five years ago. Sometimes it's not even cooling down at night which is really freaky. No global warming, my ass.
 
bridgeburner said:
It's not so much the seediness that bothers me. I was perfectly happy in this little store when I felt comfortable with the counterperson, and some days I'm braver than others. I just freaked myself out.

But what does anyone who works there care what I buy? The more the merrier, right? Everyone who comes in there is looking for sex toys or porn. I'm not the only person in the whole world who ever walked into the store......but I'm not the only naked person my doctor has ever seen and that still embarasses me.

Riverside, eh? I feel for ya'. You guys are averaging about ten degrees hotter than us every day and it's miserable hot in Burbank. It didn't used to get this hot or stay hot this long as recently as five years ago. Sometimes it's not even cooling down at night which is really freaky. No global warming, my ass.
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You're telling me! i grew up out here . It was always warm , but it would taper off at the end of september. Now it stays triple digits all the way till the first week in november. Thank god for AC.

Yeah I've got a DR.'s appointment next week. I'm not looking forward to the rubber glove treatment.
 
spacekowboy420 said:
Yeah I've got a DR.'s appointment next week. I'm not looking forward to the rubber glove treatment.
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Yeah, they never even give you a reach-around. ;->
 
What a cheery morning. Came hard, slept well, didn't have to wait in line for coffee and I've been listening to the Dresden Dolls which I suppose shouldn't be cheery but is anyway. I come in to report last night's onanistic success and get a chuckle for my troubles.


I think I'm coming back from the void. I had to work at it last night but I managed a solid 3.5 after an hour of reading some not-great porn. What I really needed was to read some off-hand single line remarks about horrific acts but I didn't happen to be reading that kind of book and I was feeling too ashamed of myself to go and re-read the ones I already knew about.


It disturbs me that I find such things arousing, but it doesn't seem likely to change.
 
I've taken a liking to the porn link Lady F posted. I've really never utilized porn for masturbation purposes, but it's mixing things up a bit. Speeds the process. Once last night and once this morning. Orgasms don't have much quality though. I keep watching and waiting for the scenes *I want to happen* ... getting too excited too quick. I usually just let my mind wander to a man I saw in the grocery store or various shirtless landscapers around town. Taking my time with myself produces a better quality O.
 
_pebbles said:
Thought about the young man who was eyeing me up while installing my fence. I was kneeling on the floor naked. Envisioned him the same, looking in my eyes. Mutual masturbation scene. Thought about the noises he'd make as he strokes against my swollen clit. Him begging to slip his bare cock inside of me as he struggles to hold back. My one hand selfishly guiding his oozing tip over my clit while the other explores his hard young body. He wore this silly spongbob bandana on his head while he was working here. For some reason the thought of me tearing that off his head sent me off. Was a good release. Rather quick since I hadn't masturbated in two days. I tend to have bigger, more intense Os when I'm on a regular daily schedule.
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He is a lucky man.
 
I think of being under your desk, you looking at your degrees on the left wall, sucking your penis... and throwing pizza crusts at pedestrians. Crown Royal vigor, taking my time and doing it right. Serving as I you want me to.

Frustrated, fast as hell wanks. Personal quickies rule.
 
rosco rathbone said:
Hold steady beebs. You give me faith in masturbation as a power to saves souls, not ruin lives.
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I did convince myself once that masturbation was the cure for the common cold.
 
Boosted my immune system twice yesterday evening. Still not getting quite what I want but I don't know what I'm bitching about. There's a certain lack of urgency, but if I can jack anyway I figure I ought to be proud of myself, right? Somehow it's a bit empty, though. I mean, I'm getting the O and it's pretty good but somehow it's not as exciting as I feel it ought to be. I could as easily have skipped it last night and that bothered me so I made myself jack.

I think about you people entirely too often - as if I have an obligation to all of you to jack whether I'm really in the mood or not.
 
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