Jacking-Off Log
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rosco rathbone
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I got off a savage o this morning thinking about forcible plastic surgery.
"Guess what, baby! You're getting a tit job!"
"But I like my tits!"
"I don't. They could be bigger."
"But...!"
"Shut up and go make dinner.""
"Guess what, baby! You're getting a tit job!"
"But I like my tits!"
"I don't. They could be bigger."
"But...!"
"Shut up and go make dinner.""
im_a_voyeur
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stirbird said:
The video is called 'My Love."
Here's a link: http://www.sonybmg.com/musicbox/vid...bcpid=44170226&bclid=44160818&bctid=261070603
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What happenned to the orgasmic machine that Woody Allen used to have?hogjack said:
The unseasonably warm weather continues. That landscaper parked his rig outside of my house again. All that hard work, him building up a sweat before my sunglass veiled eyes. I elected to push thoughts of him from my jacking mind this time.
Feeling the sun on my skin today, I reflected back to my perfect summer day. I'm lucky enough to enjoy this particular day once a year. I reminisced back to attending an outdoor waterfront concert. Tailgating until dusk. The crowd filled with strong young men their taut tummies full of liquor and eyes heavy and high. I'm at this odd place in my life where I can masquerade as a 20-something amongst this crowd. I'm dressed *probably* too young for my age, but I can get away with it in this environment and certainly can walk the walk after drinking too many frozen margaritas (ever partake in one of those buckets o' margaritas? perfect for this kinda thing. anyway...). I engage in a frisbee toss with a few of the college types. There's this one that has an almost ridiculous curly mop top of hair that is only balanced off by his broad shoulders. On that night, this is all the fun that occurred. Today, in my mind, I was bent over the hood of his Toyota. Imagined splaying my fingers wide and and strapping my hands to his biceps. He's wearing one of those wifebeater type shirts and I can clearly see his nipples harden through the material. His strong hands gripping the living hell outta my ass as he scoots me right to the edge of the hood. He's hard and aching through his open khakis. My legs open, letting him in. My skirt hiked up to my hips, barley there silky panties damp and clinging to me. His crowd of friends hooting, urging us on. He's grinding against me. Right *there*, sooooo close. My skin going flush from him, the heat, the alcohol. My eyes scan the crowd. It's a sea of erect men. Their excitement only fueling mine. I wriggle my hips and his mouth starts to flow. "You want it? You're so slutty, I love it. I want to be inside of you. Tell me you want it. I have to have you. I'm not waiting anymore." Hard, urgent kisses. Came like an earthquake thinking about the moment of penetration and him just shoving my panties aside and taking me. My thighs slammed shut around my circling fingers until the tremors stopped.
Feeling the sun on my skin today, I reflected back to my perfect summer day. I'm lucky enough to enjoy this particular day once a year. I reminisced back to attending an outdoor waterfront concert. Tailgating until dusk. The crowd filled with strong young men their taut tummies full of liquor and eyes heavy and high. I'm at this odd place in my life where I can masquerade as a 20-something amongst this crowd. I'm dressed *probably* too young for my age, but I can get away with it in this environment and certainly can walk the walk after drinking too many frozen margaritas (ever partake in one of those buckets o' margaritas? perfect for this kinda thing. anyway...). I engage in a frisbee toss with a few of the college types. There's this one that has an almost ridiculous curly mop top of hair that is only balanced off by his broad shoulders. On that night, this is all the fun that occurred. Today, in my mind, I was bent over the hood of his Toyota. Imagined splaying my fingers wide and and strapping my hands to his biceps. He's wearing one of those wifebeater type shirts and I can clearly see his nipples harden through the material. His strong hands gripping the living hell outta my ass as he scoots me right to the edge of the hood. He's hard and aching through his open khakis. My legs open, letting him in. My skirt hiked up to my hips, barley there silky panties damp and clinging to me. His crowd of friends hooting, urging us on. He's grinding against me. Right *there*, sooooo close. My skin going flush from him, the heat, the alcohol. My eyes scan the crowd. It's a sea of erect men. Their excitement only fueling mine. I wriggle my hips and his mouth starts to flow. "You want it? You're so slutty, I love it. I want to be inside of you. Tell me you want it. I have to have you. I'm not waiting anymore." Hard, urgent kisses. Came like an earthquake thinking about the moment of penetration and him just shoving my panties aside and taking me. My thighs slammed shut around my circling fingers until the tremors stopped.
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Talked with someone I haven't in a long time. Someone that has a very strong effect on me. Thanks to that, all of a sudden today, my hormone level shot up like mercury rocketing to the top of a thermostat thrown in an oven preheated to broil! One minute I was working along, doing my thing ~ and fifteen minutes later my skin was flushed, my heart erratic, my pussy swimming and dancing around in my damn jeans like someone had feed it catnip for pussies.
I ignored it for a while, or tried to as I squirmed and twisted in my seat. Of course, he was not helping.
I left my desk and went to the ladies room to cool off. But as soon as I was alone the throbbing in my clit became a fucking drum beat. I opened my jeans and pulled them and my panties down. I stared at my swollen lips and clit with a "wtf!" look for a few seconds. Then I gave in. I pushed my jeans to just below my knees, that made if feel like they were restraining me a little. I pressed my back and bare bottom against the wall, because in my mind he had me pinned there. I spread my knees to open myself to him, the inside of my thighs as achy to feel him pressed between them as my cunt was to be stretched and filled.
As I rubbed my slick clit, I glanced up... I could see myself in the small vanity mirror over the sink. I pushed up to my toes and I could see to where my hand was frantically rubbing my pussy... Whispering, "oh, fuck" over and over, I tried to remember where I was and how thin the door was.
I shook when I came and I had to push off of the wall and bend over because it caused the wall to shake the door at my side and made too much noise. Or at least, I was afraid it did.
I ignored it for a while, or tried to as I squirmed and twisted in my seat. Of course, he was not helping.
I left my desk and went to the ladies room to cool off. But as soon as I was alone the throbbing in my clit became a fucking drum beat. I opened my jeans and pulled them and my panties down. I stared at my swollen lips and clit with a "wtf!" look for a few seconds. Then I gave in. I pushed my jeans to just below my knees, that made if feel like they were restraining me a little. I pressed my back and bare bottom against the wall, because in my mind he had me pinned there. I spread my knees to open myself to him, the inside of my thighs as achy to feel him pressed between them as my cunt was to be stretched and filled.
As I rubbed my slick clit, I glanced up... I could see myself in the small vanity mirror over the sink. I pushed up to my toes and I could see to where my hand was frantically rubbing my pussy... Whispering, "oh, fuck" over and over, I tried to remember where I was and how thin the door was.
I shook when I came and I had to push off of the wall and bend over because it caused the wall to shake the door at my side and made too much noise. Or at least, I was afraid it did.
Olivia_Yearns
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Another new entry in the urban dictionary. Please go to the page. It's definition #3. Vote for it with a thumb's up. It also has a link to "hesturbate", so you can go there and give that a thumb's up too.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jol
3. jol
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Definition of jol: Jacking off log. A blog, diary, web page or porn board thread where participants write entries to document acts of masturbation or hesturbation. Logs can include time, aids used, intensity of orgasm, amount or quality of seminal fluid, and masturbatory fantasy.
example: I thought about you last night. If you want the details, go read my post in the jol.
tags: masturbation hesturbate jacking jilling porn board
by Olivia_yearns GB, Canada Nov 16, 2006
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jol
3. jol
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Definition of jol: Jacking off log. A blog, diary, web page or porn board thread where participants write entries to document acts of masturbation or hesturbation. Logs can include time, aids used, intensity of orgasm, amount or quality of seminal fluid, and masturbatory fantasy.
example: I thought about you last night. If you want the details, go read my post in the jol.
tags: masturbation hesturbate jacking jilling porn board
by Olivia_yearns GB, Canada Nov 16, 2006
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