Jacking-Off Log

[bridgeburner]

Hot, Mach. Very hot!

 

[daintydish]

great feeling!

yes,

i admit to pleasuring myself now and then. specially when sexually exciting thoughts fill my mind.

i am open to this. and you know what? it makes me even more excited to know that someone watches while i do myself.

daintydish

 

[tortoise]

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.

Damn. That is a fucking phenomenal fantasy, my fiend. I love every single incendiary detail. You should definitely contribute more often.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Damn. That is a fucking phenomenal fantasy, my fiend. I love every single incendiary detail. You should definitely contribute more often.

Why, thank you, my fiend! As a long-time fan of your fucklustificatory musings, I consider that high praise, indeed.

 

[Hester]

fucklustificatory

i can't pronounce it, but i surely like it.

 

[tortoise]

Fucklustificatory. I like it!

I'm feeling extremely fucklustificatoral today. My fucklust is oral at the moment, but (for once) not primarily cunnilingual in nature. I'm craving... kissing. Sensual, passionate kissing. For hours. Feathery soft kisses, hungry bruising snarling kisses, and every kind of kiss in between. Hands groping, roaming, fondling, clutching, stroking. Bodies pressing, grinding, sinuously writhing. Walking up to her, locking eyes, wordlessly grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her body to mine, and kissing her hungrily, so deeply that I have to slide my hands down and clutch her ass just to keep her knees from buckling.

Yeah. Kisslust.

 

[rosco rathbone]

ahoy, pervies

Happy new year to all.


Perverse pedagogy by HM. You need to log more jacks sir.

 

[tortoise]

Happy New Year, rapscallion, and to all JOLers, past, present, and future. May all your jacks be logworthy, and may you be inundated with all of the primal pleasure that you can stand.

 

[bridgeburner]

Yeah. Kisslust.

This is the lust I get most often associated with a partner. Skin to skin contact and kissing are the things you just can't do for yourself.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

i can't pronounce it, but i surely like it.

I sometimes wonder whether this is the Jacking-Off Log or the Neologism Log.

Thought it would be within the spirit of the thread to go meta on one of tort's good'uns.

It's pronounced just like it's spelled, of course.

 

[tortoise]

This is the lust I get most often associated with a partner. Skin to skin contact and kissing are the things you just can't do for yourself.

Exactly. It makes the craving all the more intense, because it's a sensation that is impossible to replicate solo. Usually, I try to suppress the kisslust fantasies and move on to something more immediate and carnal, something that can be (temporarily) slaked by jacking. Sometimes, though, the kisslust is too intense to ignore, so I'll indulge in it for a bit. Frustrating, sure, but a modicum of frustration can be a good thing. Once it gets to be less fun, I'll switch gears to full-on raunchy fucklust.

 

[tortoise]

I sometimes wonder whether this is the Jacking-Off Log or the Neologism Log.

Thought it would be within the spirit of the thread to go meta on one of tort's good'uns.

It's pronounced just like it's spelled, of course.

Logophilia and onanism go hand in hand, my fiend.

It's funny, though. As logophilic as I am, when I'm truly, fully enshrouded in the red haze of fucklust, my "thoughts" are pared down to monosyllabic grunts.

Want. Take. Mine. Cunt. Cock. Mount. Rut. Thrust. Fuck. Suck. Plunge. Grind. Grasp. Snarl. Slap. Slam. Stroke. Wet. Hard. Juice. Suck. Rage. Drive. Squeeze. Claim. Fill. Feed. Stuff. Yes. Yes. Yes. Want. Mine. Mine. Mine.

 

[luxey313]

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.

sweet loving christ

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Happy new year to all.


Perverse pedagogy by HM. You need to log more jacks sir.

Thanks, rosco. I'll do what I can to pull my own weight around here.

Logophilia and onanism go hand in hand, my fiend.

It's funny, though. As logophilic as I am, when I'm truly, fully enshrouded in the red haze of fucklust, my "thoughts" are pared down to monosyllabic grunts.

I like to think of it as "vocabulust." A neologism I coined a few years ago that I'll toss into the salad for your consideration.

Monosyllabic grunts often epitomize it, I think.

sweet loving christ

 

[tortoise]

Vocabulust. Brilliant! It rolls off the tongue. Best of all, like all of the best neologisms, its meaning is readily apparent even without a definition. A new word that should have been coined long ago. It fills a niche.

(Mmmm... filling niches...)

 

[luxey313]

 

[SheRemembers]

It's funny, though. As logophilic as I am, when I'm truly, fully enshrouded in the red haze of fucklust, my "thoughts" are pared down to monosyllabic grunts.

Want. Take. Mine. Cunt. Cock. Mount. Rut. Thrust. Fuck. Suck. Plunge. Grind. Grasp. Snarl. Slap. Slam. Stroke. Wet. Hard. Juice. Suck. Rage. Drive. Squeeze. Claim. Fill. Feed. Stuff. Yes. Yes. Yes. Want. Mine. Mine. Mine.

*faint

 

[stirbird]

Bless me father, for I have sinned. It's been far too long since my last confession.

I had a short but very intense jack this morning.

I had been looking at the goodies in the "Good and Rough" thread (https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=482058). Very good images, but none caught my imagination specifically so I moved to my offline collection of similar images. I settled on a Russian-made series called "bridal abuse." In these picture sets, a woman in a white bride's dress experiences various forms of forced sex. In the set I was viewing, the bride sat on the carpet of a hotel room, dress hiked up to her waist, bare above her white stockings. She is leaning against a couch, one of those corner couches (or couches that turn a corner--hard to describe) head way back on the seat, and two men are taking turns squatting on the couch above her and fucking her face.

It was easy to make up a story around these images. She was a virgin bride, expecting to spend an evening of passion alone with her new husband, but he has other plans, and when they reach the hotel room, the best man is there waiting. The two men change and get comfortable, but insist the bride remain in her dress. Her husband explains that now that she belongs to him, she'll be expected to amuse him and his friends in whatever ways he dictates. She's shocked at that totally unexpected twist in her nuptials not to mention horrified and intensely humiliated at discovering what her role is to be as this man's wife, as this image seems to suggest:

http://www.uploadfile.info/uploads/dbb71a9691.jpg

I got very close to orgasm just gazing at this picture, but then I shut my eyes to better imagine myself in the scene and the image changed abruptly and unexpectedly to something that,while it's always held romantic appeal to me as well as inspiring curiousity, was never something I'd consciously choose as an erotic image: my throat had been bitten very messily and my life was draining away into a sucking vampire's mouth. It's hard to fight one's Id so I worked with it, tried to imagine what this would actually feel like: the pain, the darkness blooming in the vision like large black flowers, and all. The orgasm was instant and one of the most intense I've have in years. But I felt very stupid after it faded for having such a banal fantasy and swore to "just say no" to The Cure. This New Year's resolution lasted all of 30 minutes.

Ahoy there, Rosco, and a Happy New Year to you, too.

 

[Marquis]

Masturbation continues to mystify me.

I'm not sure if I should be discussing these things in public, but I shall, out of a growing confidence that I will never hold employment where such things may be an issue.

My lifestyle is deplorable, truly. If I've ever tried to hide that, I need to be upfront about it before I continue, lest that become the focus of this story.

You see, I have come to determine that I exist basically on the most animalistic level imaginable. While those who live paycheck to paycheck are often scoffed at, I am in a considerably more pathetic situation. I live pleasure to pleasure.

There are a few basic building blocks of pleasure that keep me going. These are:

1. Manipulating affection and admiration out of humans
2. food
3. entertainment
4. drugs
5. busting a nut

I need a constant influx of these 5 things to feel even the remotest sense of satisfaction in life.

Now, this doesn't make me so unique, I understand. Although there are higher goods I'm sure many of you strive towards, like the satisfaction of a job well done or being a good person, we all enjoy those 5 things, I'm sure.

I suppose the difference with me is how quickly I drop into a deficit. You see, at my happiest times, I don't need those things as much (which, of course, is usually when I have them in abundance). I can delay pleasure, and watch it accrue before me like a shrewd investor.

But I have a terrible tendency to cash out early.

In any case, this post will focus on masturbation, as it should.

Jacking is always there for me whenever I need a quick boost. As minimal a pleasure as it sometimes offers, it can be enough to get me by for a few more hours, which tends to be the extent of my foresight. If I had foreskin, I would make the joke that my foresight is as long as my foreskin.

But I'm circumcized, so it seems rather pointless.

It's a rare time indeed when I can't fall back on the simple pleasure of a quick self-administered handjob for temporary relief. I do occasionally avoid the practice purposefully, usually with splendid results. There was also a rare incident recently where I was caught in a bizarre cycle; the principle object of my masturbatory fantasies having caused me a great deal of emotional pain, short circuiting my ability to get off.

That was a tough week.

However, I came upon a similar situation over new years after doing a bunch of X. It was a fine night, as NYE should be. I don't know if you've done X before, but it feels most awesome.

While other drugs seem to offer you a specific "high" that can, under the right circumstances be described as "awesome", X it seems cuts out the middle man and offers you the awesome straight up.

So after several hours of wafting about in a serotonin flood of warm fuzzies, I starting coming down. The come down off X is pretty fucking bad, bad enough to avoid doing it altogether. Not only does the real world suddenly seem entirely unacceptable in comparison, but the pendulum actually swings even further in the other direction due to your depleted serotonin reserves.

So, I'm sitting on my couch, feeling like shit and the sun is coming up like God's own flashlight peeking in through the cracks in my blinds like lasers searing my retinas to a crisp.

My only hope was a jack.

I turned on some standard pornography, titties jiggling, asses being penetrated rudely, etc. etc.

My taste in porn seems to have become much less eclectic than it used to be. In a way I'm somewhat pleased not to be a porn addict anymore, but in another way, I do feel as if I'm cheating myself. I guess, what would be ideal, would be to have a porn addict supply me with shit, since an addiction is defined by the troubles and not pleasures of feeding it, correct?

A strange thing came upon me this terrible morning. X, it seems has a desexualizing factor with psychological ramifications beyond which I was prepared for. Not only was achieving and maintaining an erection a challenge, but being turned on itself was difficult.

This video I was watching suddenly seemed strange and alien to me. All of a sudden I found myself thinking, "what is this anal nonsense? why do i do this, that is where she shits from!"

The whole thing was most disturbing, but I looked down upon my penis with determination. I knew there was something inside there, and if I could get it out, I would be saved. I jacked with unusual sensuality, doing my best to seduce an orgasm out of myself. I varied from the sensitive touch to essentially giving my prick an indian rope burn.

I could ocassionally create some feeling, but unable to build up the requisite momentum for contraction and seminal expulsion.

Frustrated and quite frankly terrified, I woke up by girlfriend and demanded she arouse me. She seemed confused, but I held my ground. I tried everything I could think of, I stuffed my limp cock into every orifice, I demanded she promise to do deplorable things, I twisted her into unusual positions and felt up her body with a scientific, experimental curiousity; but somehow boobs were just sacks of fat and all her depraved speech seemed unbelievable or undesirable.

Disappointed that she didn't actually hold a magic key to my titilation, I sent her back to bed.

Ladies and gentleman, you may wish to bet a large amount of money that I am lying when I tell you I played with myself for nigh on 4-6 hours before achieving my desired result, but you would most certainly leave a poorer man.

 

[rosco rathbone]

hehe. Good shit, marquis.

 

[Guest]

 

[luxey313]

I had a fab wank to something I am too embarrassed to write about, but the second I find appropriate for the JOL.

I am grabbed up by my shoulder and he takes me in a men's bathroom for being a brat while at the bar.
Other men in their doing their business, stop and stare.
He wrenches down my panties and spanks my ass something serious.
Yelling what a whore I am, while eyes are burning through me.
Touching me, telling me only whores get wet from treatment like this.
Crying and sobbing, humiliated he pushes me away and tells me to pull up my jeans.
I do, wiping the snot on my wrist he tells me to wait the fuck outside.
He pisses, takes his time.
I stand by the door, redfaced, ass welted, ashamed as the other patrons who saw leave, and new ones wonder what the fuck I am doing there.

 

[stirbird]

I had a fab wank to something I am too embarrassed to write about, but the second I find appropriate for the JOL.

I am grabbed up by my shoulder and he takes me in a men's bathroom for being a brat while at the bar.
Other men in their doing their business, stop and stare.
He wrenches down my panties and spanks my ass something serious.
Yelling what a whore I am, while eyes are burning through me.
Touching me, telling me only whores get wet from treatment like this.
Crying and sobbing, humiliated he pushes me away and tells me to pull up my jeans.
I do, wiping the snot on my wrist he tells me to wait the fuck outside.
He pisses, takes his time.
I stand by the door, redfaced, ass welted, ashamed as the other patrons who saw leave, and new ones wonder what the fuck I am doing there.

That's a sizzler, Luxey! God, do I love bathroom humiliation scenes. I wrote a story just on that one idea (bathroom humiliation) once.

And I like your new AV. It makes you look almost Asian.

 

[luxey313]

That's a sizzler, Luxey! God, do I love bathroom humiliation scenes. I wrote a story just on that one idea (bathroom humiliation) once.

And I like your new AV. It makes you look almost Asian.

Me too! I think it is so hot.
I would love to read the story.

I have been told that I look Asian.. a lot.
I think it is my eyes.

 

[stirbird]

Me too! I think it is so hot.
I would love to read the story.

I have been told that I look Asian.. a lot.
I think it is my eyes.

Yes, the lighting in that photo accents their almond, anime-like quality, but it also does things to your cheeks and lips that add to the "stepping out of a FFVII scene" effect. Very cool, all-around effect!

I'm not sure if the story would fit in a lit private message, as it is long. And it might also be a Word doc. If you have a regular email address, PM me that and I'll send it your way from my yahoo address.