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bridgeburner said:
This is reminding me of a dearly departed toy of mine. *Bowing head in honor of O's gone by*. He was a battery opertated number, about 7 inches. He had a hefty and stable base. The rest of him was a firm plastic, but hollow inside. I'm not really a fan of vibrating, but this one did me just right. When I came, I'd squeeze this fella FLAT. He had to be put down after not being able to bounce back to shape one day. While I've have a bunch of other toys, I haven't been using them much lately. I know my fingers will never over rub and desensitize me.
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*Grin*..... Batchy, are you in a "new av per hour" mode?Batchoohus said:
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Batchy, do you have to report them all?....Batchoohus said:
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It sounds like you had a gratifying day...........ForeverNAlways said:
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*grin*.....I'm sure Batchy gets her fair share of orgasms, but not at the rate she changes av's......stirbird said:Maybe she changes her AV every time she has an orgasm?
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Get jacking, you pervs!
I'm going home now. We all know what's waiting for me there. Will report in once I get to a working PC again.
I'm going home now. We all know what's waiting for me there. Will report in once I get to a working PC again.
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Nawtee said:WILL YOU STOP THAT.
Her name is naughty! Not Nawtee.
Let this be a lesson to you to ignore vanity search hits on the jol.
You come and masturbate, and you can be nawtee here. Until then, she's nawtee.
I'm holding it in for a couple of days. I jayed this morning to my outside alarm clock--some mook parks his car right under my window every day and fires it up @ 4:38 on the nose every morning. Then he turns on the lights and sits in there with the motor running, fanbelt slipping, for at least 10 minutes. This poorly-tuned motor sound is such a regular thing in coincidence with my masturbation habits that it has come to have a pavlovian effect on my cock.
I jayed right up to 510 AM thinking about perfunctory sex. When you turn a girl around by her shoulders so that she's facing away from you, reach around and unsnap her jeans, yank the whole thing down off the hips, thong and all, slap the bubble hard, and toss her face down on the bed. Then just climb on and commence to boning without so much as a by your leave. I held it in!
The spem backed up to my brain and had an odd effect: I could not get the CCR tune "Willie and the Poor Boys" out of my head all day. It began right after the alarm went off and I had to unhand my bone.
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Lazy Sunday morning. Craving a long, slow, logworthy jack. To this end, I employed a fantasy that I've used before, but with new variations. As I let the fantasy build and coalesce completely, I purposefully neglected my cock, concentrating solely upon my manhandling my ballsack with my fingers. The only cock stimulation during this early stage came from within, from deep rhythmic clenching of my PC muscles, causing me to swell and flex. I would also press my fingers firmly against my perineum and the loos skin at the base of my sack, stimulating the swollen base of my shaft where it protrudes from from (or, depending on your point of view, plunges into) the depths of my body. Completely ignoring the external shaft and head for as long as I could, I savored the following vision:
We're in my office. I'm fully clothed (khaki pants, yellow-ochre buttondown), she's clad only in simple white panties. I'm in my office chair, and she's in my lap, grinding her ass on my hard cock as my hands roam the front of her body. Meandering light caresses over every available inch of her, teasingly avoiding her nipples and clothcovered cunt. Feeling her writhe and grind harder as my fingertips swirl lazily, playfully around her tits, spiraling in towards her taut nipples, devouring her reactions, her hunger, her need. Nuzzling her neck where it meets the shoulder, teeth grazing, nipping. Low feral growls into her ear, a constant stream of monosyllabic fucklust, punctuating each word with a grind of my hips, a flex of my cock, a nip at her neck: "Mount. Fuck. Plunge. Drive. Rut." My hands cup her tits. "Cunt. Cock. Wet. Hard. Pound. Juice. Cunt. Mine. Mine." My fingers rhythmically knead her soft flesh, stroking out to the nipples, with a light tug at the end of each stroke. "Hard. Fast. Deep. Pound. Fuck. Clutch. Slut. Cunt. Thrust. Stretch. Fill. Feed." My fingers concentrating solely in her nipples now, circling, tweaking, gently flicking at the taut flesh. Her breath shaky, her panties soaked. My cock aching, drenching my boxers in pre-cum, as she hungrily caresses it with her perfect ass. Right hand still teasing her swollen right nipple as my left snakes down her tummy, slowly, plafully, darting under the waistband of her panties. She gasps, spreads her legs wider, wordlessly pleading. "Mine. My cunt. Mine. For me. Wet for me." Still growling, almost grunting each word. Fingertips toy with her soft little forest, then slide along the crease of her thigh, feeling her wetness, but avoiding her slit, her humming clit. I start to withdraw my hand, pulling it back up her belly, but then suddenly, forcefully, dart it back into her panties, unceremoniously plunging two fingers deep into her hole. I pull them out just as quickly, soaked with her juice, which I then smear on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. My mouth latches on to her wet neckflesh with a growl, sucking noisily, greedily at her juice, drunk on the taste of her, the smell of her. She's shaking in my lap, trembling with need, my cock at the mercy of her perfect writhing ass.
"Stand up," I growl as my mouth detaches from her neck. "Don't turn around."
Shakily, she complies.
"Bend over, put your elbows on the desk. Legs straight." She does, trembling, breath ragged. Without a word I unbutton my pants and slide down the zipper. She moans, hearing it, starting to turn her head to watch. I slap her ass, a short sharp shock. "No! Eyes front." She shudders, moans. I pull my wet hard cock out of my boxers and start stroking it, slowly. She moans, starts to turn her head again. *smack* "No!" I growl. "Close your eyes. Just feel. Feel my eyes on your ass, on your pretty wet panty covered pussy. MY pretty pussy, soaking wet for me. My pretty cockhungry pussy, aching to be fucked. To be used. To be filled."
She's growling herself now, a low guttural moan, pleading. She starts to speak, shakily. *smack* "No. Just feel. Feel my hunger. Feel my fucklust. Feel my hard cock, inches away, aching to plunge into your tight little cunt. I can see your pretty cunt so clearly now through your sopping wet panties. Such a cockslut, you are, to have panties so fucking wet. But now I want to see you, in the flesh. Pull your panties aside, sugar. Open yourself for me. Show me my pretty little pussy, my hot little cunt."
Her hand clutches at the fabric, quickly yanking it aside, exposing her perfect pink nectarflesh. "Look at that pretty little pussy, so hungry for cock. Hungry to be filled, stuffed, stretched. My pretty wet pussy. My hot little cunt. Mine."
Without another word, I stand. Yank my pants and box down, below my knees. Roughly grab her hips, poise the tip of my cock right at her sopping wet cunt. Hold it there, just the tip pressing against her perfect little hole, both of us breathless. With a loud animal growl, I thrust deep into her, hard, filling her, stretching her. "Rub your clit. Hard. Fast. I want you to cum on my cock."
Long, deep, wet strokes, steady hard fuck, feeling my cockhead scrape against her velvety cuntwalls. Fucking my tight fist, fucking her tight cunt, steady primal rhythm, driven by need, pure animal fucklust. Massaging her cunt with my veiny hard cock, gasping, growling, feeling her get closer with each deep wet thrust... so close... almost... YES! In the fantasy, I drive my cock deep and hold it there, riding out the waves of her crashing orgasm. In reality, I fucking EXPLODE as she cums, spurt after spurt landing on my chest and stomach.
We're in my office. I'm fully clothed (khaki pants, yellow-ochre buttondown), she's clad only in simple white panties. I'm in my office chair, and she's in my lap, grinding her ass on my hard cock as my hands roam the front of her body. Meandering light caresses over every available inch of her, teasingly avoiding her nipples and clothcovered cunt. Feeling her writhe and grind harder as my fingertips swirl lazily, playfully around her tits, spiraling in towards her taut nipples, devouring her reactions, her hunger, her need. Nuzzling her neck where it meets the shoulder, teeth grazing, nipping. Low feral growls into her ear, a constant stream of monosyllabic fucklust, punctuating each word with a grind of my hips, a flex of my cock, a nip at her neck: "Mount. Fuck. Plunge. Drive. Rut." My hands cup her tits. "Cunt. Cock. Wet. Hard. Pound. Juice. Cunt. Mine. Mine." My fingers rhythmically knead her soft flesh, stroking out to the nipples, with a light tug at the end of each stroke. "Hard. Fast. Deep. Pound. Fuck. Clutch. Slut. Cunt. Thrust. Stretch. Fill. Feed." My fingers concentrating solely in her nipples now, circling, tweaking, gently flicking at the taut flesh. Her breath shaky, her panties soaked. My cock aching, drenching my boxers in pre-cum, as she hungrily caresses it with her perfect ass. Right hand still teasing her swollen right nipple as my left snakes down her tummy, slowly, plafully, darting under the waistband of her panties. She gasps, spreads her legs wider, wordlessly pleading. "Mine. My cunt. Mine. For me. Wet for me." Still growling, almost grunting each word. Fingertips toy with her soft little forest, then slide along the crease of her thigh, feeling her wetness, but avoiding her slit, her humming clit. I start to withdraw my hand, pulling it back up her belly, but then suddenly, forcefully, dart it back into her panties, unceremoniously plunging two fingers deep into her hole. I pull them out just as quickly, soaked with her juice, which I then smear on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. My mouth latches on to her wet neckflesh with a growl, sucking noisily, greedily at her juice, drunk on the taste of her, the smell of her. She's shaking in my lap, trembling with need, my cock at the mercy of her perfect writhing ass.
"Stand up," I growl as my mouth detaches from her neck. "Don't turn around."
Shakily, she complies.
"Bend over, put your elbows on the desk. Legs straight." She does, trembling, breath ragged. Without a word I unbutton my pants and slide down the zipper. She moans, hearing it, starting to turn her head to watch. I slap her ass, a short sharp shock. "No! Eyes front." She shudders, moans. I pull my wet hard cock out of my boxers and start stroking it, slowly. She moans, starts to turn her head again. *smack* "No!" I growl. "Close your eyes. Just feel. Feel my eyes on your ass, on your pretty wet panty covered pussy. MY pretty pussy, soaking wet for me. My pretty cockhungry pussy, aching to be fucked. To be used. To be filled."
She's growling herself now, a low guttural moan, pleading. She starts to speak, shakily. *smack* "No. Just feel. Feel my hunger. Feel my fucklust. Feel my hard cock, inches away, aching to plunge into your tight little cunt. I can see your pretty cunt so clearly now through your sopping wet panties. Such a cockslut, you are, to have panties so fucking wet. But now I want to see you, in the flesh. Pull your panties aside, sugar. Open yourself for me. Show me my pretty little pussy, my hot little cunt."
Her hand clutches at the fabric, quickly yanking it aside, exposing her perfect pink nectarflesh. "Look at that pretty little pussy, so hungry for cock. Hungry to be filled, stuffed, stretched. My pretty wet pussy. My hot little cunt. Mine."
Without another word, I stand. Yank my pants and box down, below my knees. Roughly grab her hips, poise the tip of my cock right at her sopping wet cunt. Hold it there, just the tip pressing against her perfect little hole, both of us breathless. With a loud animal growl, I thrust deep into her, hard, filling her, stretching her. "Rub your clit. Hard. Fast. I want you to cum on my cock."
Long, deep, wet strokes, steady hard fuck, feeling my cockhead scrape against her velvety cuntwalls. Fucking my tight fist, fucking her tight cunt, steady primal rhythm, driven by need, pure animal fucklust. Massaging her cunt with my veiny hard cock, gasping, growling, feeling her get closer with each deep wet thrust... so close... almost... YES! In the fantasy, I drive my cock deep and hold it there, riding out the waves of her crashing orgasm. In reality, I fucking EXPLODE as she cums, spurt after spurt landing on my chest and stomach.
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Goodness...and I thought it was cool that I just wanked in the boss's office.
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articulate fucklust!
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rosco rathbone said:
It's funny, because I didn't intend it to be so long-winded. Started off in a matter of fact tone. But once I start reliving the fantasy, the logorrheic floodgates open.
Insidious yet delicious side effect of jacklogs: I'm hungrier after writing it all out than I was before the event being logged. Autoerotic metajacking.
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