Jacking-Off Log

[tortoise]

Well..
There is bath time, when I run a nice, hot, steamy bubblebath and slide all the way down into the water to where only my face is above water, my feet propped on either side of the bath, and my silver dolphin down below, humming and licking away. I try not to splash, but sometimes my hips start rocking and thrusting and I get a wee bit carried away.

Then there's bed

work

my car...

Perfect.

Thank you.

 

[JustSkye]

Perfect.

Thank you.

 

[cfnmparty]

Just had a really hot J.O. session with a phone sex girl while a GF listened in....very very hot for me...

 

[Bacetti]

About 10 minutes ago...in the ladies room at work. I woke in the middle of the night last night on the verge of an orgasm...almost over the edge...that is such a delicious feeling. I remember smiling to myself as I slid my hand between my thighs and drifted back to sleep.

Today has been an exercise in discipline. I've been teasing myself and torturing myself with images and stories... a phone call full of sexual innuendo and pm's/im's that made me squirm in my chair. Sweet, sweet torture.

I went into a meeting with panties damp and my body thrumming with need and found myself face to face with my work crush. His hands are my ideal...at once strong and powerful and again graceful with a soft deliberate touch. I spent 30 excruciating minutes imagining him caressing the nape of my neck with his fingertips, bringing his hand around and tracing the neckline of my sweater...dipping into my cleavage. Watching him talk...his lips full and kissable. I thought of biting them and of him kissing me, soft wet sucking kisses down my torso. I had visions of crawling across the table and devouring him.

I stopped in the ladies room on the way back to my office, raised my skirt, pulled my panties to the side and slowly stroked my slit. It was unbelievably wet and so ready for my touch. I slid two fingers inside and drew them out up to my clit...rubbing just barely fast with barely any pressure at all I came while trying to keep my voice hushed and the echo to a minimum... A very pleasant release.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

. . . sex by autoerotic delegate. the whole dynamic of the interaction starting with me winding him up because i could to getting to the point where i was begging. i keep hearing snippets in my mind's ear and i can't keep my panties dry.

Love that (bolded) phrase, as well as this dynamic you speak of--something you and Tortoise were talking about a few pages back (and that I'm too lazy to search for at the moment)--about how that power dynamic can switch in a heartbeat and your winding someone up snaps back on you unexpectedly. The hunter is captured by the game.

Happened to me yesterday. Wasn't intending to jack, wasn't in any particularly erotic or playful mood, was in the middle of working on something, actually, and though I'd been flirting around a bit and teasing the Muse, it suddenly rebounded on me with something she said that felt like I'd just been assaulted, taken--that I had wound her up to the point where she was going to fuck me, come hell or high water, and since she wasn't physically present to do it herself, she made me her "autoerotic delegate" for the sex act she performed on me.

In an instant, my pants were yanked down, and my cock was out--impatient, rough strokes: Get hard NOW, you fucker! I want this in my throat, I want it to gag me, I want it to use me to jerk off, and then I want its cum all over me--I need that NOW!

I had no choice in the matter; I was taken, ravished, overwhelmed. Here and gone.

 

[tortoise]

About 10 minutes ago...in the ladies room at work. [...]

I love the slow build of this one. Simmering. Seething. That extended fever pitch of arousal, that tantalizing build of pressure, can be even more delicious than the eventual release.

Delicious.

I had no choice in the matter; I was taken, ravished, overwhelmed. Here and gone.

An excellent contrast with the above post, my fiend, and equally as sublime a sensation. One word, one phrase, one visual... and you are overtaken. Your control overthrown. Instantly ablaze, in a crackling inferno of the senses. So fucking primal, feral, immediate, raw. Visceral, literally. It hits you in the gut, grabs you in the core of you and doesn't let go. Nothing matters but immediate release. Fuck. Now.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

An excellent contrast with the above post, my fiend, and equally as sublime a sensation. One word, one phrase, one visual... and you are overtaken. Your control overthrown. Instantly ablaze, in a crackling inferno of the senses. So fucking primal, feral, immediate, raw. Visceral, literally. It hits you in the gut, grabs you in the core of you and doesn't let go. Nothing matters but immediate release. Fuck. Now.

Yes, I'm usually more interested in the Bolero-esque pacing of the long, slow deliberately-paced, self-denying-but-wholly-selfish fuck that we'd touched on yesterday. Control, you know. And yet I'm always hoping she's got it in her to challenge that, to give as good as she gets, and possibly to undo me. What fun is a game that you can always win, after all?

I was undone. She undid me. And I adore her for it.

 

[Bacetti]

I love the slow build of this one. Simmering. Seething. That extended fever pitch of arousal, that tantalizing build of pressure, can be even more delicious than the eventual release.

Delicious.

I'm definitely a fan of delayed gratification.

*kiss*

 

[tortoise]

Yes, I'm usually more interested in the Bolero-esque pacing of the long, slow deliberately-paced, self-denying-but-wholly-selfish fuck that we'd touched on yesterday. Control, you know. And yet I'm always hoping she's got it in her to challenge that, to give as good as she gets, and possibly to undo me. What fun is a game that you can always win, after all?

I was undone. She undid me. And I adore her for it.

Yes. The thrill of agony and the victory of defeat. Any time I'm winding her up, I'm winding myself just as much, if not more. Who will snap first is never a foregone conclusion.

Power grappling with power, feeding both. The seducer becoming suddenly ensnared in a web of their own creation, at the mercy of the seduced.

coup d'état --> coup de grâce --> la petite mort



("No games, period!" Fucking slap me next time I say something that asinine, will you?)

 

[rosco rathbone]

("No games, period!" Fucking slap me next time I say something that asinine, will you?)

*chuckle*

 

[tortoise]

*chuckle*

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.

*grin*

Also, every time I read Suttree it gets deeper under my skin.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

("No games, period!" Fucking slap me next time I say something that asinine, will you?)

You'll say many, many things in your life that are more asinine than that, my fiend. Trust me on this one.

 

[delboccore]

question

Has anyone here ever been involved in a circle jerk or a situation with a bunch of people masturbating?

 

[tortoise]

You'll say many, many things in your life that are more asinine than that, my fiend. Trust me on this one.

Hah! This is undeniably true. Probably three or four of them before the day is done.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Has anyone here ever been involved in . . . a situation with a bunch of people masturbating?

Let's see....

Nope.

Never.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Hah! This is undeniably true. Probably three or four of them before the day is done.

I think making a fool of oneself daily is good for one, actually. Innoculation-effect, and all that.

 

[Bacetti]

I think making a fool of oneself daily is good for one, actually. Innoculation-effect, and all that.

I should be immune then...for a lifetime.

 

[tortoise]

I think making a fool of oneself daily is good for one, actually. Innoculation-effect, and all that.

Absolutely.

Keeps me from taking myself too seriously.

 

[tortoise]

I should be immune then...for a lifetime.

Keeps the cheeks rosy, too.

 

[Hester]

I had no choice in the matter; I was taken, ravished, overwhelmed. Here and gone.

exactly what i'm talking about.

 

[Hester]

Yes. The thrill of agony and the victory of defeat. Any time I'm winding her up, I'm winding myself just as much, if not more. Who will snap first is never a foregone conclusion.

Power grappling with power, feeding both. The seducer becoming suddenly ensnared in a web of their own creation, at the mercy of the seduced.

coup d'état --> coup de grâce --> la petite mort



("No games, period!" Fucking slap me next time I say something that asinine, will you?)

i love it when i find a man who can beat me at my own game, but not all the time. ideally, he and i will have some sort of balance and it will play like a good volley.

there are good games and bad games.

i'm all for the good games and for playing them with a vengeance. i think it's an art form.

 

[Hester]

Has anyone here ever been involved in a circle jerk or a situation with a bunch of people masturbating?

nope.

no interest there for me.

 

[Guest]

 

[tortoise]

i love it when i find a man who can beat me at my own game, but not all the time. ideally, he and i will have some sort of balance and it will play like a good volley.

there are good games and bad games.

i'm all for the good games and for playing them with a vengeance. i think it's an art form.

Yes! The defeats are as delicious as the victories.

To both go the spoils.

I've no doubt that you'd be a formidable opponent.

Came home a bit early - with the knowledge that I won't be alone much in the coming week warring with the well over a week dry spell.

I didn't fantasize, maybe that's how I kept it from being emotional as brittle as my emotions feel right now. I used my Wahl. Went from mildly interested to "oh, fuck, yeah!" in seconds. It was too fast a climb, so I backed off a number of times when I was close, just to drag it out some - just to enjoy it some. Finally, my hips said "fuck that!" and ignored my brain and had their way with the humming little machine.

... I'm thinking of heading back in there.

You have very wise hips.

 

[Hester]

Yes! The defeats are as delicious as the victories.

To both go the spoils.

i think you hit on my definition of good game: everyone's a victor