Jacking-Off Log

[luxey313]

My jacking hiatus has had a wonderful effect on my sex life.

that's hot.
making no distractions

 

[rosco rathbone]

er....yohimbine, that is, not lying to your therapist. That's none of my business.

Isn't that that stuff that....no, I'm thinking of Ibogaine.

I've had solid results from SJW. I too went cold turkey off the psych meds---experimental Russian anticonvulsants that were supposed to be "mood stabilising" in my case. SJW, daily exercise, diet of fruits, nuts, seeds....clean in body, mind, speech and habits. I've not had a day of depression in 2 years.

 

[tortoise]

Clean in speech, rapscallion? It is to scoff.

Passing glad to hear of the mental health, though.

 

[_pebbles]

The longest I recall going without jacking is 3-4 months. I was taking Paxil and I never felt so asexual in my life. It depressed the shit out of me --- which was counterproductive to what the drug was supposed to do in the first place. Thinking about sex is a huge part of my mental workload. It was like I'd lost a limb.

We don't do Paxil aaaaaanymore.

I took Paxil for about a year. Yeah, it zapped all desire which made me feel worse than *just* being depressed. The upside was that I felt like such utter crap that I decided to make life changes that ended my depression. The doc said it was important to wean off the Paxil so I wouldn't bottom out and kill myself. I'll never let myself slip to that point again. Sexuality is such a big part of my identity that I really don't want to live without it.

 

[tortoise]

The longest I recall going without jacking is 3-4 months. I was taking Paxil and I never felt so asexual in my life. It depressed the shit out of me --- which was counterproductive to what the drug was supposed to do in the first place. Thinking about sex is a huge part of my mental workload. It was like I'd lost a limb.

The odd thing was, you'd think that if I didn't have sexual feelings that I wouldn't want to get off. If sex didn't interest me to think about then I wouldn't miss it if I wasn't getting any with myself or anyone else. Not the case at all.

So then I ran out of my prescription on a holiday weekend or some shit and went off it cold turkey. By the third day I couldn't even think straight for wanting to get off. This was in addition to paranoia and mania, but I must've thought about sex every two or three minutes.

We don't do Paxil aaaaaanymore.

I was quite reassured when my therapist immediately agreed that loss of libido was a Very Serious Matter. We tried a new drug but he told me to let him know if things didn't improve and he'd write me a script for yohimbine. I was tempted to lie just to try the stuff out, but I figured it was bad juju to lie to my therapist.

Anybody here ever try it?

I took Paxil for about a year. Yeah, it zapped all desire which made me feel worse than *just* being depressed. The upside was that I felt like such utter crap that I decided to make life changes that ended my depression. The doc said it was important to wean off the Paxil so I wouldn't bottom out and kill myself. I'll never let myself slip to that point again. Sexuality is such a big part of my identity that I really don't want to live without it.

The world at large would be a colder, greyer, more dismal place without your sexuality, ladies. I'm quite glad that you found health and happiness in non-libido killing ways.

In other news, I had a rather interesting, almost rathbonian response to a woman today, a complete stranger. I've been in a lust-fueled daze for days, head filled with various lascivious visions, but this one took me aback. I saw this plastic blond Barbie bimbo, fake tits fake tan fake hair fake vapid smile. Halter top, short skirt, ludicrously long legs, which she utilized to climb into her Hummer H2, from which was emanating the wan screams of the billions upon billions of organisms that died to feed its ravenous snarling gluttony for fossil fuel, and which was adorned/desecrated with various ringing endorsements of the likes of Rush Limbaugh, Bill O'Reilly, Sean Hannity, and their ilk. The walking wet dream of many a redblooded/necked man (DT would have spontaneously combusted), but so completely, utterly, absolutely the opposite of my type, in any way, shape or form. The fact that she was the embodiment of a veritable laundry list of things that I despise, things that disgust me to my very marrow, somehow freed my feverish mind to imagine throwing her into the cavernous back seat of her Unholy Chariot and savagely having my way with her, making her perform acts of ever escalating filth, humiliation, and depravity, calling her all manner of vile names as I availed myself of her fake vacuous body.

It was... quite interesting...

 

[_geisha_]

first 24 hours, passed without flying colours. I'm trying to see if i can go the whole two weeks without fantasizing or concentrating on not rubbing.

woke up in the middle of the night touching my left breast, thinking about a guy i'm wanting to bone.

today, feeling down, lethargic, no clue why, maybe the thought of giving it up for a while, even though had i not made this decision, i might have only done it twice.

 

[njguy1002]

I'm purposely trying to rid myself of thinking of a certain someone. As luck would have it, there's a home on the corner that's having an addition put on. The neighborhood is abuzz with a variety of construction types - framers, roofers, plumbers and electricians. I've altered my jog route just a bit and I pass them from both sides now. I'm enjoying their stares. I incorporate the gawkers into my rubs. I've been dialing up one from the mental roladex for my daily pushing of my reset button. For some reason I assume these muscle bound types curse a streak during the course of their day. I think how they would run their dirty mouths as they work out their frustrations on my body. Sound is always key to me. I don't know how anyone could be quiet in bed.

i'd love to be able to stare at you while you are jogging

 

[_geisha_]

first 24 hours, passed without flying colours. I'm trying to see if i can go the whole two weeks without fantasizing or concentrating on not rubbing.

woke up in the middle of the night touching my left breast, thinking about a guy i'm wanting to bone.

today, feeling down, lethargic, no clue why, maybe the thought of giving it up for a while, even though had i not made this decision, i might have only done it twice.

am kind of wishing i had decided to not orgasm, rather than not masturbate at all. i cannot stop thinking about how good it would feel, there's always a first wash of something that comes over me, sometimes pleasure, sometimes peace, when I masturbate, and then it turns...

it echos out from the middle of me, all the way through to my fingertips and toes.

it feels so good. and now i've said i wasn't ev en going to rub... fuck.

feeling a bit angry too LOL

 

[_pebbles]

I had some time to myself today. Thought about one of the construction men down the street. Him knocking on my door under the pretense of "looking for odd jobs." He looks like he needs a shower, shave and homecooked meal. I invite him in. As soon as the door closes his hands are all over me. He pushes me up against the wall, his thigh nudging my legs open. Dirty mutterings of how he's been watching me jog past him, knows I enjoy all the looks and knows exactly what I need. My mouth hanging open in surprise, he kisses me hard. I try to softly refuse. His giant hand grabbing a fistful of hair and exposing my neck. He nips and marks my tender skin. I hiss in pleasure yet still offer lame resistance, "No, it wouldn't be right." He snakes out of his work shirt as I grind against his well placed thigh, my pretty PTA mom dress carefully hiding my deeds. Then the delicious sound of his zipper. He works and rubs himself against me through the thin, barely there layer of my panties. His forehead on mine. Dark eyes locked on mine. He watching ... he wants to see me cum. He's grunting, moaning, wanting. I'm panting, struggling for control of the situation. He nudges my panties to the side. His raw and naked cock right *there*. "You want it? Tell me you want it, my beautiful slut." Over and over like a mantra until I say it and he gives it to me. Came explosively.

I love the mix of complimentary words " MY beautiful, gorgeous, pretty" and dirty ones "slut, whore" etc.

 

[_pebbles]

I saw this plastic blond Barbie bimbo, fake tits fake tan fake hair fake vapid smile. Halter top, short skirt, ludicrously long legs, which she utilized to climb into her Hummer H2, from which was emanating the wan screams of the billions upon billions of organisms that died to feed its ravenous snarling gluttony for fossil fuel . . . Unholy Chariot

I think of the too-handsome-to-be-true types as empty and therefore I can fantasize about them guilt free.

Unholy Chariot is hysterical. I'll now always think of them with that name. I hear they need a new ad campaign.

 

[_geisha_]

okay i don't think i can do it, i can't stop thinking about it.

i can't stop bouncing my feet, drumming my nails, etc... since i posted the update in here.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Manseed, you have sinned in word, thought and imagination!

You have hatefucked in your heart.

I hereby revoke your good guy badge.



GG, you sound tense! hehehehe



Pebbles---good jacking.

 

[_geisha_]

Manseed, you have sinned in word, thought and imagination!

You have hatefucked in your heart.

I hereby revoke your good guy badge.



GG, you sound tense! hehehehe



Pebbles---good jacking.

don't laugh.

LOL

 

[Hester]

i was getting back to normal until i got sick. i'll report in when i even out and get back to a steady rate.

i will not, however, participate in any of these voluntary moratoria.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I think that my main reason for the voluntary moratorium is that I am a _compulsive masturbator_. When I start bingeing, I use the powers of masurbation to alter my brain chemistry in a very addictive way.

 

[Hester]

I think that my main reason for the voluntary moratorium is that I am a _compulsive masturbator_. When I start bingeing, I use the powers of masurbation to alter my brain chemistry in a very addictive way.

i am compulsive as well. even if i'm not particularly horny i can't sleep if i haven't wanked at least once. but that's better than the state i'm in when i'm all wound up with no place to come.

 

[tortoise]

I had some time to myself today. Thought about one of the construction men down the street. Him knocking on my door under the pretense of "looking for odd jobs." He looks like he needs a shower, shave and homecooked meal. I invite him in. As soon as the door closes his hands are all over me. He pushes me up against the wall, his thigh nudging my legs open. Dirty mutterings of how he's been watching me jog past him, knows I enjoy all the looks and knows exactly what I need. My mouth hanging open in surprise, he kisses me hard. I try to softly refuse. His giant hand grabbing a fistful of hair and exposing my neck. He nips and marks my tender skin. I hiss in pleasure yet still offer lame resistance, "No, it wouldn't be right." He snakes out of his work shirt as I grind against his well placed thigh, my pretty PTA mom dress carefully hiding my deeds. Then the delicious sound of his zipper. He works and rubs himself against me through the thin, barely there layer of my panties. His forehead on mine. Dark eyes locked on mine. He watching ... he wants to see me cum. He's grunting, moaning, wanting. I'm panting, struggling for control of the situation. He nudges my panties to the side. His raw and naked cock right *there*. "You want it? Tell me you want it, my beautiful slut." Over and over like a mantra until I say it and he gives it to me. Came explosively.

I love the mix of complimentary words " MY beautiful, gorgeous, pretty" and dirty ones "slut, whore" etc.

Oh my. Raw and beautiful, magically delicious. Thank you for sharing.

Manseed, you have sinned in word, thought and imagination!

You have hatefucked in your heart.

I hereby revoke your good guy badge.

Relinquishing it with a broad flourish and a deep bow, rakish hat in hand, rakish smile on my face.

i was getting back to normal until i got sick. i'll report in when i even out and get back to a steady rate.

i will not, however, participate in any of these voluntary moratoria.

Feel better, you.

 

[tortoise]

I think of the too-handsome-to-be-true types as empty and therefore I can fantasize about them guilt free.

Unholy Chariot is hysterical. I'll now always think of them with that name. I hear they need a new ad campaign.

The Unholy Charioteer just screamed empty. I am a huge appreciator of real, honest beauty, beauty with character, but hers was that cookie cutter soulless plastic beauty. She looked airbrushed, standing there in that parking lot. A genuine, from the heart smile can seriously undo me completely, make me literally weak with lust. Felled by a grin. Her vapid smile, on the other hand, made my gorge rise.

 

[sister76]

This morning. Thinking about something a guy friend in college told me. His hometown "friend" joined a frat at a business college near Boston. He bragged to him about these games he played in his frat. One guy would lay on the edge of a table and pour beer down his crack and another guy had to lick the beer and drink it off his balls. This guy was bragging about it. My friend asked him if he thought that was a little homosexual. He was a bit defensive and said that it was not and just a fun game they played.

Well, the game they played was the game playing in my mind this morning, with dick-sucking being the outcome.

 

[Hester]

Feel better, you.

thanks, manseed

 

[naughtygirl69s]

er....yohimbine, that is, not lying to your therapist. That's none of my business.

what is it? (im too lazy to google at the moment)

i had the same problem with taking antidepressants in the past, I was on lexapro for 5 days when I found myself NOT being able to orgasm, and feeling quite out of sorts. I probably should have given it more of a chance, but i had been on it in the past and had the same problem.

I also had that problem with birth control pills, I need to try a different ones, but I have 3 months of this one LEFT.

I've been orgasm free for almost a week, and I have 9 days to go.

I have serious vaginal congestion, I feel all full and buzzy in my crotch.

I"M GOING TO explode when I finally do cum.

 

[_geisha_]

I failed. two damn days into it.

I have no self control and even though I feel guilty, it's a calm guilty, so it's alright.

took a bath this morning, washed my snatch quickly, and couldn't stop. It started at the back of my legs, right under my butt... warm. My legs were shaking before I hit 30 seconds. I couldn't help moving against the towel, and finally just lay down under the spout, spread my lips until it hurt and let the water rub the bean for me.

I pulled my pussy lips until it really hurt, thinking of punishment today, for masturbating... some imaginary dom telling me how stupid I am, couldn't even get past two days.

Back arching orgasm, rather than the inward crush orgasm. It was great.

I'm not going without it again. I don't think I'm going to do it again.

LOL two fuckin days

 

[rosco rathbone]

48 and out.

Naughty kicks GGs ass.

 

[naughtygirl69s]

48 and out.

Naughty kicks GGs ass.

it's probably a good thing, I can't talk to my bf, I'd probably give in, if I got to hear his voice

 

[Olivia_Yearns]

it's probably a good thing, I can't talk to my bf, I'd probably give in, if I got to hear his voice

The view in your av right now gives me an empathic tingle. I know that position so well - making him need to take you. I love that. I'm having a break from lit, but not from jacking, and I do check back here to find out what my pervy comrades are up to. I'm a jackrabbit.