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bridgeburner said:kowboy,
Did you move to DC??? I thought we agreed that it was only needful for one of us to leave town. ;->
spacekowboy420 said:No i'm just running for president. I would appreciate your support, please do not make public our torrid affair though . I'm not above paying hush money, but i thought we shared something.
luxey313 said:I understand.
Link it then?
Hester said:i'm frustrated with my life, i'm frustrated with my sexuality, and the tension all seems to pool in and about my vadge. and i don't want to wank. i'm still at a couple of times a day for the safety of those who have the misfortune of being in my physical presence, but it's not truly satisfying and it annoys the hell out of me.
what i'd really like to do is find some poor schmuck with more erectile tissue than grey matter to take this out on.

tortoise said:Maybe I should revisit my roots, too.
Hamletmaschine said:roots rock ... reggae
"... makin' the scene with a magazine..."
Well, not a magazine, really, since I haven't bought a stroke-book in years, since the Glorious Revolution (a.k.a. internet porn).
But I, too, seem to be revisiting my 'roots' in the sense of finding myself stroking more with the aid of visual stimuli than has been my custom of late.
Ginny said:i have recently gone back to my early masturbatory roots...and begun use the force of water on my clit again to get off....i've found switching my oh so many years long routine of using my finger or a vibe on my clit back to the water has made it seem almost new again....very intense orgasms...
this morning as i started my daily bubble bath....i slipped into the hot water....without really thinking "oh i'm horny"....then my eyes caught the water shaft filling the tub....and my clit sprung to life....i laid back....and scooted down toward it....my thighs splayed.....such a rush when the column of water hit my slit....i let it just pound against my hole for awhile....feeling fucked by it....my clit tingling from the splatter....as i got more and more turned on....i reached forward and pushed my thumb up against the faucet....directly a hard stream against my clit....alternating the pressure and temperature at times....teasing it....mind darting a zillion places....until i held my thumb still....jet spraying steadily.....holding my breath....letting it get there....mmmmm fuckkkk....such a hard, longgg orgasm.....legs weak....as i pushed myself back....moaning happily to myself....satiated for the moment....
manseed said:Maybe I should revisit my roots, too.
We've got to do something about that.Jennifer Kaye said:I've barely touched myself, today.
MechaBlade said:We've got to do something about that.
rosco rathbone said:My root style was straddling a pillow and humping it. (I've written about it before in here.) I'm quite sure that I imprinted on that jack style because my default sex position is female face down, legs together, flat on stomach, hips cocked up, me straddling ass from behind supporting myself on my knees and shins. Sort of "doggy position for a high-gravity planet".
Very worrisome jacks these last two days. Although the mental will was there, the body was not willing at all. Bone barely hard, long hard row to hoe to the o, and weak convulsions, a damp squib 3 x consecutive.
lol@mMarquis said:. If my penile tumescence exceeds a certain PSI, an emergency jack must be executed, by law.
Hester said:lol@m
i need a man with runflat tires!
tortoise said:...
After a while, the intensity of these visions and this slow caress proved to much to bear, at which time my cock asserted total control of the situation, both the visions and the jack. My mind was filled with images of her ass jutting high, begging to be taken hard from behind. Gripping her hips hard, slamming deep into her. Hard, deep, wet plunge, awakening the animal in me. Mounting. Rutting. Thrusting. Pounding. Growling. Hands clutching, pulling her back onto my cock, using her. My fist was the tight velvet vice of her wet pussy, and I was fucking it like my life depended on it. Depended on me emptying myself in her, all of me, surrendering by taking, claiming, using. Muscles clenching with the force of it, the strength of my need, unable to stop, impossible to stem the flow of raw fucklust. I could see her ass shaking with the force of my thrust, feel her muscles bracing to withstand the impact, welcoming the impact, as hungry for my release as I was. The explosion, when it came, made me growl out loud, a primal roar welling from deep inside as my seed erupted from my cock, a sputtering geyser of pure heat, pure lust, pure need, pure essence, shaking with the force of it.
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