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This morning, I was jacking and thinking about making my million by opening a penis palace where young hotties would jack businessmen off to the tune of negotiable instruments, coin and specie ringing in my coffers.

I was thinking about the "training session" that would be mandatory. Black girl in a long blonde wig, skintight lemon yellow dress barely covering the cheeks and stripper heels. I instruct her to straddle the client, facing south, so that he can fondle and slap and jiggle her bubble ass as she provides "tension relief" with a slippery lubricated hand.

This whole fantasy has a peculiar psychosexual charge and charm for me, and I oed with a ridiculous teenaged bang! and seed landed on my chest. This happens very rarely.
 
_pebbles said:
[...] Him letting loose and running his dirty mouth. Telling me what a slutty woman I am for teasing and tempting him. Him growling my name and cursing as he gives me all that bottled up frustration. His callused worker bee hands all over my soft skin, gripping me so tight as if I'm trying to get away. I want to be able to feel his crushing strength for days afterward. I wish I knew if he really would touch me like that. Who knows, he probably has a limp dishrag kinda way of touching and this is all best left to my jacking mind.

I like you.

rosco rathbone said:
This whole fantasy has a peculiar psychosexual charge and charm for me, and I oed with a ridiculous teenaged bang! and seed landed on my chest. This happens very rarely.

Ballistic ejaculation. A barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

"A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare to it now. It is too late."
 
manseed said:
Ballistic ejaculation. A barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

"A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare to it now. It is too late."

ICBM as penus has been done. ;)
 
rosco rathbone said:
... thinking about making my million by opening a penis palace where young hotties would jack businessmen off to the tune of negotiable instruments, coin and specie ringing in my coffers.

Starwood Hotels, Inc., is test-marketing an operation dubbed "PopOff Stations" that will offer a similar program.
 
rick_j21 said:
here's hoping for your sake he is gorgeous...you dont want to be doing that for some creepy old man
some of us do

I have had sterile oral servitude jacks.
Ones that are like communion, he gives me his seed methodically.
 
ForeverNAlways said:
Finally!... and well worth the wait.

This shower head has the exasperating habit of changing settings on its own. I always set it to the triple-pulsing, but it flips itself to steady stream and back again without me having any control over it. Normally, this pisses me off... lol. But with the image in my mind of him reclined beneath me, his face a stark, flushed expression of lust, his hand stroking the turgid length of his cock, his voice guttural and raw as he encourages me, and ... in this case, he's in control of the damned-able spray, frustrating me on purpose... to steal a phrase... "whimpergrowl"

Beyond explosive. I slipped ~ almost fell ~ had to sit. Bare ass slapping unceremoniously to the bottom of the tub ~ Water still shooting from the shower head held listlessly in my hand, to spray against the sides, as the pulses throbbed with my racing heartbeat and spasms clenched my walls strong enough to make my thighs tremble. As they slowed, I set the spray to a softer setting, laid back and let the water caress as many extra minutes out of it I could...

fuuuuuckkkk! that was good...

Holy fuck.

I... holy fuck!

!!!
 
ForeverNAlways said:
I think I bruised my hinney!... :eek:


:kiss:

Yeah, I wish I could say I'm sorry about that, but... the image of you O'ing so hard that you slip and fall... Yeah. Holy fuck.

*growl*

:kiss:
 
ForeverNAlways said:
*chuckle... Would have been perfect had the image in my mind been real... you know, just to break my fall of course... *fluttered lashes*

of course... a strategic landing might have been verra nice.

Lord have mercy...
 
ForeverNAlways said:
Bruised knees *lifts hand palm up*.... Bruised tushie *lifts other hand palm up*.... *grin*

mmm... knees would hurt more, but it would have been sooo worth it



*OMG ~!.... I'm still humming Tort, can you tell?.... LOL ~ I'm going to bed. :kiss:

*beaming*

Oh, I love that. Humming. Good night, you. Lascivious dreams. :kiss:
 
ForeverNAlways said:
Finally!... and well worth the wait.

This shower head has the exasperating habit of changing settings on its own. I always set it to the triple-pulsing, but it flips itself to steady stream and back again without me having any control over it. Normally, this pisses me off... lol. But with the image in my mind of him reclined beneath me, his face a stark, flushed expression of lust, his hand stroking the turgid length of his cock, his voice guttural and raw as he encourages me, and ... in this case, he's in control of the damned-able spray, frustrating me on purpose... to steal a phrase... "whimpergrowl"

Beyond explosive. I slipped ~ almost fell ~ had to sit. Bare ass slapping unceremoniously to the bottom of the tub ~ Water still shooting from the shower head held listlessly in my hand, to spray against the sides, as the pulses throbbed with my racing heartbeat and spasms clenched my walls strong enough to make my thighs tremble. As they slowed, I set the spray to a softer setting, laid back and let the water caress as many extra minutes out of it I could...

fuuuuuckkkk! that was good...
F'nA, as always, your erotic, yet poetic words are a true inspiration for arousal............... :rose: :rose:
 
rosco rathbone said:
... and seed landed on my chest. This happens very rarely.

On a few occasions I have ejaculated with such force that the discharge of semen was audible. Fzzzzt is much closer to the actual sound than the oft-quoted "skeet, skeet, skeet."
 
CBM_Redux said:
On a few occasions I have ejaculated with such force that the discharge of semen was audible. Fzzzzt is much closer to the actual sound than the oft-quoted "skeet, skeet, skeet."

Exactly. Fzzt is pretty close to my description of the sound that seed makes leaving the business end of a loaded penus. It sounds like a silenced assassination pistol to me. Zeep, fzzt, thweep...in there somewhere.

Yesterday on the way home from work, I saw this black chick riding a bicycle. SHe had a long, straight, RnBstar wig, big sunglasses, and this 2-piece velour sweatsuit thing, skin tight, the exact shade as this face>> :eek:.

She also had Ugg boots to midcalf and a snooty look on her carven african face. Her shape was impeccable. Fleshly, three-dimensional, yet toned and firm. While she was locking up her bike, I passed by and gave her a look that meant "if I cannot have you by fair means, then I shall take you by force." She stared back through the designer shades, impassive, seemingly unimpressed. Thinks I to myself, she's used to getting that look in the ghetto. Down to ride the silver worms went I with a boner.

That night, I jayed about 4am, as is my wont. I imagined a little areosol can of something called "Rape-o Spray". I'd follow her to her job as a hostess in a nightclub or whatever generic hot chick thing she does and then, wearing a business suit and shades as my incognito, follow her into the unisex bathroom, quickly lock the door behind, and shoot a 5 second blast of Rape-O in her startled face.

This would cause her to collapse to the sticky floor, fully conscious, but with limbs semi-paralyzed. Just enough muscular tension left for the body to be positioned like a Realdoll. All senses left fully functional.

I'd pull her purple pants off, lie her on her back, and then fuck her in the missionary position, slowly and sensuously, with grimaces of excstasy on my face, in a somewhat demonic mockery of "lovemaking", knowing that behind the paralyzed mask of her face, her eyes were watching and understanding. I'd probably last about 90 seconds before shooting it in her with a big o face. Then I'd stand up and piss all over her and then make my escape via unicycle.

oed like a beast imagining this--not usual for me. (to o hard to a complete fantasy)

This was more involved than my usual jacks. It was the fit of her sweatsuit bottoms--they really got me in the ape centre.
 
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