Jacking-Off Log

[tortoise]

I don't agree. I think 'creepy' lecherous older men are kind of hot.

When I was 17, I lived in this tiny room plus bath in a run down building. Disorganized teen that I was, I'd often forget my key, so I'd kick open the old fashioned milkbox, and crawl/slither through it headfirst. It was a tight fit, even though I was a very slender girl. My next door neighbor would hear the kick of my boot against the milkbox door, and he'd come out into the hallway to watch (I had to wear a kilt for school, so my legs were always bare). He liked the view.

He was a sculptor, heavy drinker, probably early sixties. I wasn't afraid of him. I actually felt he looked out for me quite a bit. And he was totally open about perving on me. Had a series of girlfriends close to his own age, and he'd take long baths with them, which I could hear in my bathroom. I'd listen to them fooling around in the tub - his low growly voice, and the boozey giggle of the woman. That turned me on too.

I think I have a special soft spot for pervy older guys - not molesters. Just obvious old goats.

*growl*

 

[Guest]

 

[rosco rathbone]

I don't agree. I think 'creepy' lecherous older men are kind of hot.

When I was 17, I lived in this tiny room plus bath in a run down building. Disorganized teen that I was, I'd often forget my key, so I'd kick open the old fashioned milkbox, and crawl/slither through it headfirst. It was a tight fit, even though I was a very slender girl. My next door neighbor would hear the kick of my boot against the milkbox door, and he'd come out into the hallway to watch (I had to wear a kilt for school, so my legs were always bare). He liked the view.

He was a sculptor, heavy drinker, probably early sixties. I wasn't afraid of him. I actually felt he looked out for me quite a bit. And he was totally open about perving on me. Had a series of girlfriends close to his own age, and he'd take long baths with them, which I could hear in my bathroom. I'd listen to them fooling around in the tub - his low growly voice, and the boozey giggle of the woman. That turned me on too.

I think I have a special soft spot for pervy older guys - not molesters. Just obvious old goats.

hahah ^^^this rules. Pants understands.

 

[tortoise]

hahah ^^^this rules. Pants understands.

Creepy chic.

 

[Hester]

ha! i've had neighbors that can't look at me. although the men would turn just as i passed.

i can't O without making noise.

 

[tortoise]

ha! i've had neighbors that can't look at me. although the men would turn just as i passed.

i can't O without making noise.

Bless you.

 

[rick_j21]

It's ironic ~ I'm very susceptible to auditory sounds, especially male. As visual as men typically are, I think I'm as aroused by sound as anything else.

And I have my fair share of dirty phrases and thoughts running through my head, yet I bite my lip and hold it in.

Lol then thank god you cant hear me cause its loud

 

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[rosco rathbone]

ha! i've had neighbors that can't look at me. although the men would turn just as i passed.

i can't O without making noise.

My "landlady" (actually, the super's mom, who fills the role of the omnipresent old woman which is necessary for all apartment dwellers) will barely look at me. I pimpwalked a female through the lobby right under her nose and ever since then, a decent "hello" is too much to ask for.

 

[tortoise]

and I love growls. . .

And I the YaYas.

Which reminds me. I've another fantasy that has been percolating through my head the last few days, in much the same way that the inkwell one did (although it's completely different from that one). Haven't jacked to it yet, as I'm waiting for it to fully form in my head. When it does, probably in the next few days, I will share.

 

[tortoise]

My "landlady" (actually, the super's mom, who fills the role of the omnipresent old woman which is necessary for all apartment dwellers) will barely look at me. I pimpwalked a female through the lobby right under her nose and ever since then, a decent "hello" is too much to ask for.

Hah! Is there sniffing? I long to evoke an indignant sniff, coupled with the Beetled Brow of Disapprobation™.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Hah! Is there sniffing? I long to evoke an indignant sniff, coupled with the Beetled Brow of Disapprobation™.

One of the benefits of living in NYC is old school people. She's some kind of Grecian/Macedonian/Thracian peasant female. I get to offend the mores of 1938 Southeastern Europe, and generally feel all Rascal-Knockoff-sneaking past the landlady. She tries to put the malocchio on me, but I'm a match for the old hag. Due to my rage.

 

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[tortoise]

One of the benefits of living in NYC is old school people. She's some kind of Grecian/Macedonian/Thracian peasant female. I get to offend the mores of 1938 Southeastern Europe, and generally feel all Rascal-Knockoff-sneaking past the landlady. She tries to put the malocchio on me, but I'm a match for the old hag. Due to my rage.

Impervious rapscallion. Sexual rage as talisman agains the evil eye.

I would love to meet her. She'd love me, of course, never suspecting the depravities lurking below the surface. Heh.

Tonight though it was the old favorite shower fantasy ~ some just work the way they are.

Ah, yes. That is a true classic. If it ain't broke...

 

[Hester]

My "landlady" (actually, the super's mom, who fills the role of the omnipresent old woman which is necessary for all apartment dwellers) will barely look at me. I pimpwalked a female through the lobby right under her nose and ever since then, a decent "hello" is too much to ask for.

yup, and if you're a woman the women scowl and scorn and then the men turn around and gawk when he thinks the matriarch isn't looking.

 

[rosco rathbone]

yup, and if you're a woman the women scowl and scorn and then the men turn around and gawk when he thinks the matriarch isn't looking.

yeah.

I've been told "you think you want to live in a traditional society and wear the pants and all, but if you did, you'd be chasing after the one whorish girl who wants lipstick and dreams of running away from the village and being a call girl in NYC".

If manseed and I were brothers, I'd be the bad brother.

 

[tortoise]

yeah.

I've been told "you think you want to live in a traditional society and wear the pants and all, but if you did, you'd be chasing after the one whorish girl who wants lipstick and dreams of running away from the village and being a call girl in NYC".

If manseed and I were brothers, I'd be the bad brother.

Heh. You do say shit like that just to taunt me, don't you? I have as-yet untapped reservoirs of rage, and I'm blithely drilling away.

I'll (begrudgingly) grant that you're the badder brother, though.

 

[sister76]

My fantasy this morning was a bit unusual as it was about a TV guy. I woke up dreaming about Sawyer from Lost. He said "If you like me, kiss my neck." I started kissing his neck slowly at first, but went crazy kissing it after a minute. He said, "Whoa, there," and I stopped. He said wait in your tent, we don't want anyone to see. He said he would be there in a little while. My dream was interrupted by my cat going crazy for food.

Well, the actual fantasy I masturbated to was just fucking and sucking him, since he's on a deserted island. Before this I never realized I was so attracted to Sawyer, that awesome bastard! We had a very awesome experience. Goddamn! It was good!!!

 

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[Batch]

I've always thought he was the sexiest on the show.

I'd do him.

 

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[Batch]

The sexiest thing about him is that I'm sure, in his case, He'd be doing the Doing!... grin

didn't you see the episode where AnaLucia did him? Yowzer.

Not against being done, nope.

 

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[naughtygirl69s]

I'm not very vocal until the last . . . and I'm afraid those moments are a little blurry.

see, I think I'm the opposite, I do like to make noise, and I LOVVVE dirty words, in fact it's often a word that gets me off.

But, when I'm close to cumming, I get quiet, more breathy and I almost can't talk, in fact I will often be saying "shhhhh" in my head.