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rosco rathbone
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rimmy said:
There's whimper and whimper. The sexy, rough sex whimper-cry is very nice but being a not nice man; I prefer the real cry. Angry, hurt, long suffering womanhood crying. Like when you fuck them after a fight and they haven't forgiven you yet.
This poem says it best:
when those tears flow/
I say learn your place now woman/
and i o
rosco rathbone
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tortoise said:
Skeets maybe.
Randy_Random
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Whew.....
You'll be happy to know that it's a false alarm. I took the test today and it came out with two blue strips on it. Such a relief. Just what I needed.....to be pregnant and without a job again.
You'll be happy to know that it's a false alarm. I took the test today and it came out with two blue strips on it. Such a relief. Just what I needed.....to be pregnant and without a job again.
bridgeburner
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Oh, you boys! That's such a lot of warm buttery goodness it makes me salivate. I've no idea if it would be hot to me WHILE it was happening, I suspect not, but the thought of it and likely the memory of it is quite stimulating.
Couch jack again yesterday with the pushed up bulging titty thing and it was every bit as hot as the last time. Just finished off a quick but massive jack about ten minutes ago and now I'm off to work.
Couch jack again yesterday with the pushed up bulging titty thing and it was every bit as hot as the last time. Just finished off a quick but massive jack about ten minutes ago and now I'm off to work.
bridgeburner
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Just jacked for the last time this year. Good strong O, under ten minutes, Puritan inspired again. The dour faces, the condemning looks, the wide collars and black suits. All that sexual frustration seething over in a zealous frenzy and cheesy Roger Corman-type dialogue. Confess! (thrust) Admit you're the Devil's whore! (thrust) If you'll only confess I'll take it out (thrust, thrust) No? (thrust) You won't confess? (thrust) Then you'll take it and take it and take it until you do!! (thrusty-thrusty-thrust-squinty-eyed-slack-mouth-grunty-grunt) Aaaahhhhh!!!!
My jacks are so B-movie. I revel in spray cheese.
Happy New Year all!
My jacks are so B-movie. I revel in spray cheese.
Happy New Year all!
bridgeburner
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There's a doctor thread? Like a medical theme thread? Veddy intuhdesting. Und vhere vould I find such, hmmm????
Party good.
Bed better.
G'night!
Party good.
Bed better.
G'night!
Hester
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i've noticed that when my sex drive is outtacontrolcrazy (as in i'd fuck a doorknob if i have to) i want to bottom and when it's calm and barely present i want to top (generally speaking).
what's up with that? i hate being such a sexual schizo.
what's up with that? i hate being such a sexual schizo.
Hester
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Hester
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happy new year, jackers!
may 2007 be full of lube, happiness, jizz, and stellar Os.
*blows orgone bubbles
http://www.metablake.com/photos/pictures/bubbles%20final.jpg
may 2007 be full of lube, happiness, jizz, and stellar Os.
*blows orgone bubbles
http://www.metablake.com/photos/pictures/bubbles%20final.jpg
shyblacktoy
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Wow. You're pretty mean (and I'll probably steal that scene for my own wanking session tonightrosco rathbone said:
).
stirbird
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Hester said:
Beautiful New Years picture, Hester.
I don't think you are sexually schizo. I'll venture a theory--no clue as to its validity. It may work for you this way: most styles of topping require planning, thinking several moves ahead, laying the traps, thinking of the activities and how you want them to to feel for you, and perhaps for your partner. There may be certain reactions you want to invoke in them, as that's part of the pleasure of topping from what I've observed: the joy of pulling the strings.
I imagine that when your sex drive is crazy and wild, when the little testonsterone we females get is running high, this sort of planning and thinking is the last thing you want to do. You want to relax into the moment and the sensations, not have to think of anything besides your body and what is being done to it.
My partner was always on top, in every aspect of the relationship. He loved everything about being in control: including all that boring, careful planning stuff. He was always easily in control of his sex drive, it was never in control of him, and he liked it that way. We used to speculate that he might have had comparitively lower levels of testosterone in his bloodstream than the average man. To him, that planning and its execution was extremely arousing. I think he was a weirdo in that reagard, I don't think most people fetishize control in that way. I fetishize the bottom role equally strongly (i.e. all the time) and he trained me to continue to think and also be creative during the hottest out-of-control passion, so we complemented each other quite nicely.
Back to you. I have heard numerous accounts of switches' experiences over the years, and they often talk about something similar: two different moods. A calmer or cooler topping mood and a hot, unthinking, messy, "just do me" bottom mood. I'm not saying you are exactly like other switches I've known, just that what you're saying rings a bell with me. I've heard switch sexuality talked about in those terms before.
Hamletmaschine
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Happy New Year to all the JOL crew! Since I've enjoyed y'all's shenanigans for so long, I thought I'd make a contribution for once, especially since I've been motivated to jack rather frequently of late.
Most of these jacks have had a pedagogical element to them: teaching/training/molding her into the sort of slut who can perform the requisite moves to please me, which of course involves introducing her to various things that I know will please her.
Usually, when I’m in this mood, I’m somewhat detached from the experience rather than consumed with fucklust, which seems, oddly enough, to double the pleasure: I am able to enjoy whatever pleasure I may receive from her (whether real or imagined), and also enjoy my enjoyment—having one’s cake and eating it, too, as it were.
I attended a wedding recently, and weddings tend to make me randy as hell. When I got home that night, I stepped out onto my back deck to enjoy a nightcap and a smoke, since it was such a lovely, warm evening, and as I sat there, I began to imagine her there with me, as if we’d attended the wedding together, and my mind began to conjure some new “lesson” for her.
I’d instructed her not to wear underwear beneath her dress that night, and as I sat there smoking and sipping my scotch, I told her to pull her dress up, spread her legs, and play with her pussy for me. I live in an urban neighborhood, and though my back deck is semi-secluded, the neighbors might see us out there, dimly, if they happened to look. As I imagined her semi-distress at exposing herself like this, I felt myself growing harder, and so I loosened my belt and undid my pants and began idly to stroke myself. After several moments, the thrill of masturbating for each other like this out of doors, semi-publicly, is beginning to overwhelm whatever distress she may have felt, and when I see her getting close to orgasm, I tell her to stop, go in the house, and bring me her dildo. When she returned, I told her to lie back against the bench and fuck herself with it, while I and the neighbors watched. As she did so, I continued to stroke myself idly—leaning back on the bench next to her, sipping my scotch and watching her frig her sloppy cunt with that rubber dong. Knowing she wanted me to fuck her instead, but showing no inclination to do so, only seemed to fuel her own fucklust, as if she had set her mind to do this the right way for me so I would let her have my cock. Instead, I tell her to make herself cum, to get herself off, since I know that’s all she really cares about. I call her my selfish little slut, my lovely, dear selfish little slut…and she goes off, bucking and grinding against the rubber cock, her voice cries out a little more loudly than she’d intended, but she is too far gone to worry about the neighbors now.
Her performance has succeeded, though, in bringing me close, and as I imagine her lying there recovering, I stand up and pull my cock out, letting my pants drop around my thighs. I tell her to pull the top of her dress down and sit up because I want to cum on her tits, and as I imagined her doing so, I exploded, hosing the deck down with half-a-dozen healthy spurts of the ol’ manseed.
Good thing I put down the Thompson's Water Sealer a month or so ago.
Most of these jacks have had a pedagogical element to them: teaching/training/molding her into the sort of slut who can perform the requisite moves to please me, which of course involves introducing her to various things that I know will please her.
Usually, when I’m in this mood, I’m somewhat detached from the experience rather than consumed with fucklust, which seems, oddly enough, to double the pleasure: I am able to enjoy whatever pleasure I may receive from her (whether real or imagined), and also enjoy my enjoyment—having one’s cake and eating it, too, as it were.
I attended a wedding recently, and weddings tend to make me randy as hell. When I got home that night, I stepped out onto my back deck to enjoy a nightcap and a smoke, since it was such a lovely, warm evening, and as I sat there, I began to imagine her there with me, as if we’d attended the wedding together, and my mind began to conjure some new “lesson” for her.
I’d instructed her not to wear underwear beneath her dress that night, and as I sat there smoking and sipping my scotch, I told her to pull her dress up, spread her legs, and play with her pussy for me. I live in an urban neighborhood, and though my back deck is semi-secluded, the neighbors might see us out there, dimly, if they happened to look. As I imagined her semi-distress at exposing herself like this, I felt myself growing harder, and so I loosened my belt and undid my pants and began idly to stroke myself. After several moments, the thrill of masturbating for each other like this out of doors, semi-publicly, is beginning to overwhelm whatever distress she may have felt, and when I see her getting close to orgasm, I tell her to stop, go in the house, and bring me her dildo. When she returned, I told her to lie back against the bench and fuck herself with it, while I and the neighbors watched. As she did so, I continued to stroke myself idly—leaning back on the bench next to her, sipping my scotch and watching her frig her sloppy cunt with that rubber dong. Knowing she wanted me to fuck her instead, but showing no inclination to do so, only seemed to fuel her own fucklust, as if she had set her mind to do this the right way for me so I would let her have my cock. Instead, I tell her to make herself cum, to get herself off, since I know that’s all she really cares about. I call her my selfish little slut, my lovely, dear selfish little slut…and she goes off, bucking and grinding against the rubber cock, her voice cries out a little more loudly than she’d intended, but she is too far gone to worry about the neighbors now.
Her performance has succeeded, though, in bringing me close, and as I imagine her lying there recovering, I stand up and pull my cock out, letting my pants drop around my thighs. I tell her to pull the top of her dress down and sit up because I want to cum on her tits, and as I imagined her doing so, I exploded, hosing the deck down with half-a-dozen healthy spurts of the ol’ manseed.
Good thing I put down the Thompson's Water Sealer a month or so ago.
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