Jacking-Off Log

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I'm ready but frustrated. I don't want this one to be like this mornings. This morning I did a sleepy wank just because it was there. This afternoon I want it to be a little more drawn out, maybe find someone to join me.
 
Hester said:

No.

Since this thread has contained a lot of quotes recently, here's an apropo one from me:

"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner,
you'd better have a good hand." - Woody Allen
 
I had a threesome yesterday. Or rather, an evening of threesomeness.

I've been wondering if my sex drive was beginning to dip in recent times. My need and speed doesn't seem to be quite as feverish as it was in my teen years. Maybe fucking the stuffing out of two women just wasn't something I was capable of anymore.

In any case, after having enjoyed all 6 available orifices, some multiple times and often for remarkably extended periods, my two girls held each other sweetly in a tired and tender embrace that comes from being too sore to even think about a cock.

My sexual demon's final act of dominance was to have a good jack as they consoled each other in this manner, as if to say, "see, even two of you are no match for the insatibale hunger that is Marquis. Get your shit straight, bitches."
 
rosco rathbone said:
I finally got a rock off. Oed like a beast. :eek:

The problem had been, I did not have full psychosexual commitment to my jays.

how did you figure this out and how did you fix it?
 
Im off to rub one off in my bed before my roomate gets back. Probably will just go fast and furious and cum on my boxers.
 
had one of my rare but intense topping fantasies last night. thought about someone i know who has asked me on numerous occasions to beat him. usually i don't get into male bottoms but this guy has a hook in my psyche.

i've discovered that both the tops and bottoms who interest me have pretty much the same psychosexual makeup and the top/bottom aspect is just a small ingredient in the mix. it's just rarer in men to find this type and have him be a bottom.

edit: not a lit guy.
 
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two today:

another soon.​

last night's
must have been
better
than memory
serves
 
It's good to see the d-man in here. Need some more jacks in drownspeak.

A said:
i've discovered that both the tops and bottoms who interest me have pretty much the same psychosexual makeup and the top/bottom aspect is just a small ingredient in the mix. it's just rarer in men to find this type and have him be a bottom.

edit: not a lit guy.

modern mephisto? [/shrimps]


nawtee said:
how did you figure this out and how did you fix it?

Oh, I knowed it all along. I fixed it by jacking on something at the painful heart of my psychosexuality. Sometimes it's a burden being me and I can't face my own kinks, even to get a rock off, even when the body inisists.
 
rosco rathbone said:
modern mephisto? [/shrimps]
ha!

rosco rathbone said:
Oh, I knowed it all along. I fixed it by jacking on something at the painful heart of my psychosexuality. Sometimes it's a burden being me and I can't face my own kinks, even to get a rock off, even when the body inisists.
sucks, doesn't it.
 
Arrrgh! My brain bank is overdrawn. I want to jack, I've BEEN jacking but my fantasies are failing me. The staples of my mental library just aren't doing it for me. I find my mind wandering and I'm reduced to nothing much more than the physical act of getting off and those O's are pitiful, pitiful. So pathetic they deserve to get kicked around on the playground by the bigger better O's.

I need new material, but I'm so arsing picky about the shit that trips my trigger. The body is willing but the mind disappoints. It's frustrating as hell.
 
beebs said:
Arrrgh! My brain bank is overdrawn. I want to jack, I've BEEN jacking but my fantasies are failing me. The staples of my mental library just aren't doing it for me. I find my mind wandering and I'm reduced to nothing much more than the physical act of getting off and those O's are pitiful, pitiful. So pathetic they deserve to get kicked around on the playground by the bigger better O's.

I need new material, but I'm so arsing picky about the shit that trips my trigger. The body is willing but the mind disappoints. It's frustrating as hell.

Yeah. You need to recharge with some real world bdsm activity with a perverse human male.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I love that fuckin book. :eek:

I was reading it thinking "that's me if only I was poor, black, and evil".

You may not remember this, but some time ago I started having my females refer to you as "Uncle Rosco".

This was a reference to the pimp that took Iceberg under his wing and eventually tried to make off with his whores.
 
Marquis said:
You may not remember this, but some time ago I started having my females refer to you as "Uncle Rosco".

This was a reference to the pimp that took Iceberg under his wing and eventually tried to make off with his whores.

No honor amongst macks eh.
 
Jacking off Log:

This afternoon, in the washroom at my office. I'd had a lovely string of emails from someone, and I just HAD to find relief.
 
rosco rathbone said:
No honor amongst macks eh.

Don't start with me, I was in NYC this weekend, fully prepared to make good on our deal and my phone never rang.
 
ooh, I jacked good.....It had been building up for a while....havent' a good one in a longggg time.

i woke up with an itch between thighs, a full heavy, needy feeling, I remember having a dream that I was humping the mattress, and I very well might have been....

I NEEDED to fucking cum, I needed to molest my pussy like MAD

I got up and put my pajama pants on (I know this seems odd) but, I need them on when I hump my massager, because the massager pinches me and it's too powerful if I'm not wearing anything, and that's what I wanted to do.

I was getting all giddy with excitement getting prepared. I got into position and god damn it was feeling fucking good....I was getting that tingly zippy feeling all over my whole body, i could have cum instantly, but i wanted it to last for a bit

I was feeling slightly rushed because I had to get up and get ready for work soon, but I called my bf to see if he could help me cum on the phone, but he didn't answer :(

so, I commenced the jacking (or humping, rather)

I wwas fantaszing about balls, big heavy full of cum balls, bouncing and jiggling right in my face like my daddy was beating off right against my face...


I came SOOO fucking good, grunting and spasming all over the place!

about 2 minutes after i came, he called me back! Shit!

I was still fucking horny especially hearing his sleepy/lovey voice

I need to cum again! (which is rare for me)

We talked dirty for a while and I didn't think I was going to be able to cum again, I had almost given up but he kept pushing me and saying really dirty things, I was hot, so fucking desperate, and needy, I grabbed my dildo and started and fucking myself, I was going to cum again!

Oh god, did I cum, it was goooood, so good

I didn't want to get out of bed, I was feeling so lusty and hot, that was one of those times, morning sex would have gone on for HOURS!

whew

Im still feeling a bit needy and horny, I might need to do that agin!
 
rosco rathbone said:
I love that fuckin book. :eek:
I was reading it thinking "that's me if only I was poor, black, and evil".

Well... one of the three is a good start. :/

I loved that book, too. Are the rest of his books as good?
 
stirbird said:
Well... one of the three is a good start. :/

I loved that book, too. Are the rest of his books as good?

That's a good question!

I haven't read any of the others, I think I shall.
 
rosco rathbone said:
Yeah. You need to recharge with some real world bdsm activity with a perverse human male.

Real world activity? What in the hell would I do with that???

I still think the trappings and pomp would make me giggle rather than pant. Wrestle and spank and tie me up or hold me down? Fine and dandy. Put on a leather hood and make me talk about myself in the third person? Not so much. Sometimes I think those things are hot, most times they're hot so long as they don't really involve me. It's all the high-protocol stuff that makes me feel silly. I'm more of a Stanley Kowalski fan --- schtupp me at the kitchen sink or something.

The good news is that I just blew the lid off my O-meter. I was inspired by...ahem, Nathaniel Hawthorne. Puritain tales are almost always good fodder. I was reading along and got distracted by my own imaginings of witch examinations and the like and suddenly I was off to the bedroom. Ten minutes was about as long as I could drag it out, but the payoff was as if the O's of the last few days were just minor tremors before The Big One.

I'm looking forward to aftershocks.
 
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