Jacking-Off Log

[Hester]

imagery in my jacks of late for the most part involve the same person. it's been more frequent and i'm much, much wetter, but overall it's a lot harder to O. very interesting stuff when emotions enter the psyche deeply enough to fuck with a good wank.

 

[Hester]

trying to sleep tonight and distracted by little pulses from spontaneous Os. got curious about whether i contract like i do with a regular O, so I stuck a finger in myself. didn't really feel anything, but i thought i was missing something.

i spent part of the day troubleshooting a short in my electric fence. this is something i do regularly. often, it's just a branch or weeds on the wire, but once in a while a piece of metal accidentally contacts the fence and it loses voltage. instead of going crazy, i've learned to touch the various pieces of metal that are in proximity to my fence. a casual touch won't tell me anything, but if i close my eyes and get quiet i can feel ever-so-tiny pulses of electricity running from my fence and through the metal, creating a short.

so i did this with my finger in my cunt and lo and behold, i felt the pulses. i wonder if these spontaneous Os are some kind of electrical or energy short and if so what i can do to unshort the damn thing so i can get some sleep.

 

[tortoise]

Your spontaneous O thing intrigues me, A. Can you feel them coming (so to speak), or to they just zap! you out of the blue? Do they ever happen in public?

Okay, my mind is playing with that a bit. Public spontaneous Os. Learning to recognize them, even when you do your best to hide them. Sitting in a crowded restaurant with you, seeing one crash over you.

Yeah.

 

[Hester]

Your spontaneous O thing intrigues me, A. Can you feel them coming (so to speak), or to they just zap! you out of the blue? Do they ever happen in public?

Okay, my mind is playing with that a bit. Public spontaneous Os. Learning to recognize them, even when you do your best to hide them. Sitting in a crowded restaurant with you, seeing one crash over you.

Yeah.

they're more like a string of Os (i can almost literally feel the string in this description, although i can't describe it). they're not singles, they're countless multiples. more mild (usually) than the genuine article, but at the same time the repetitiveness builds a different kind of intensity. i'll have them for anywhere from a few minutes to hours at a time, and on occasion, this can span more than half the hours in a day. i never know when it's going to start.

i have them in public all the time, at work, the grocery store, wherever. they don't make me moan out loud but i will squirm just a little at times. i've gotten good at covering them up.

 

[tortoise]

they're more like a string of Os (i can almost literally feel the string in this description, although i can't describe it). they're not singles, they're countless multiples. more mild (usually) than the genuine article, but at the same time the repetitiveness builds a different kind of intensity. i'll have them for anywhere from a few minutes to hours at a time, and on occasion, this can span more than half the hours in a day. i never know when it's going to start.

i have them in public all the time, at work, the grocery store, wherever. they don't make me moan out loud but i will squirm just a little at times. i've gotten good at covering them up.

Fascinating, and very hot. I think I get what you mean about the buildup of intensity through repetitiveness. Euphoric orgasmic trance.

I would imagine you have gotten good at covering them up. See, in this little fantasy restaurant scenario I've got going my head, the more subtle the signs, the hotter it is. My eyes peeled for the slightest hint. Maybe you even think you're giving no sign at all. The barest shiver. Slightest narrowing of the eyes. Involuntary flush of the skin. A hitch in your breathing, barely noticeable.

Oh. Yeah.

 

[tortoise]

I have pressing appointment with my cock, to indulge in a vision that has been running through my head all day. So, since I've been remiss in my logging of late, onsider this a pre-jack-log.

She's laying on my desk, in my office, legs akimbo. Wet, ripe, open, aching to be fucked. I poise my swollen cockhead at her dripping hole. Prodding. Poking. Teasing. Just the tip at first, then stopping just short of forcing the crown past her tight ring. I can feel her cunt clutching, trying to draw me in. Hungry cunt. Grasping. Gasping.

I pull back, resisting her vortex, for now. Thin gossamer strands connect cock and cunt. The smell of these threads fill the air. Heady, heavy with sex already. I slide my drenched head up, firmly caressing her velvet furrow, stopping just short of her clit. She writhes, trying to force contact, but my cockhead is cagey. It circles around her clit, applying pressure obliquely to her hood, to the swollen root of her taut clit, but avoiding the tip. She whimpers, then snarls in frustration, desperate, pleading. I smile, lift, then tap her clit with my glistening head. Heavy. Wet. Slap. Slap. Slap. She bucks, lifts, moans. I resume my circular dance around her clit, and once again she writhes wildly, trying to grind her center against my elusive cockhead. I "accidentally" let her catch it a few times, allowing her a few frantic desperate grinds, tight little circles, before resuming the dance. She snarls. Feral. Frantic. Again I slap her clit with my cock. Once. Twice. Thrice. Her breathing is ragged. Hips grinding uncontrollablly. Barely any direct clit contact, but she's ready to explode. So fucking beautiful. I want to continue teasing her, but I can't. My own control is slipping.

I swipe at her clit with my slick head. Wet cock lapping at her, in a steadily climbing crescendo of tempo and pressure, until I'm mercilessly flicking at her clit with my cockhead. Hard. Fast. Finally, as she's reaching the precipice, I grind my vee on her clit. Firm, hard, relentless pressure, trapping her, tight small circles. I can practically feel her clit humming, and she's grinding up at me. Gasping. Straining.

As she shatters, a strangled scream escapes her lips, her face contorted in ecstasy. Then, just then, I relinquish my assault on her clit, slide back down, and force my cock brutally into her spasming cunt, which immediately and hungrily clamps down. Fuck. I can feel the waves of her orgasm crashing through her cunt. Quivering palpitations, squeezing me like a vice.

I let her hungry cunt have its way with me until it just starts to relax, then pull out with a wet plop, grasp my twitching cock in my fist, and jack steadily, my eyes and cock both aimed at her cunt. She reaches down, opening herself wide, offering herself, a luscious ripe target, her eyes locked on my cock, my shuttling fist. With a loud cry, I explode. White hot ropes of seed fly out, pelting her, searing her, covering her cunt, her thighs, her tits, her hair. As each one lands, she lets out a shuddering cry.

 

[SimplySouthern]

Now I've had those days when, say...you're at work all day and your mind is drawn to the dirtiest nastiest little fantasies you can muster. By the time you break free of the crowds and can place a hand, a finger, a well placed bump against the door frame to steady yourself you've just gushed all over yourself. The first release is always the best. The you start with the slower following orgasms. Those that unwind more than the physical tension. Those that set your emotional tension free. With me I can always feel "the one" that makes it all OK. I digress...

Today, something strange happened. I was bored, hadn't been mindful of anything even pseudo-sexual all day and decided I'd just have a go at myself to spice up the afternoon. I get out the vibrator and no sooner than it hits my slit, I'm cumming like a damn geyser.

What the fuck? I'm premature!

 

[MechaBlade]

Recent events put me in a romantic mood. I browsed my unorganized porn folder for a cute girl in her early twenties, looking for someone I could imagine at the room in the moment.

I stumbled across a pic of a Lit poster who I haven't seen post in a few months. "Oh, ___," I said, then closing with a whimper as I came. "Say my fucking name," I whimpered, quite undomly. The she in my mind didn't care and just kept on humping in my lap.

I came like a mack truck, heavy and hard, feeling it all througout my chest (and of course dick). I was pretty loud, too, as I always am when it feels better than expected. I wonder if the neighbors heard. And once again I feel shame.

Well, at least I know I'm not the only loud masturbator in this building.

 

[Andraste]

24 hours...i haven't wanked!

 

[~Avalon~]

Last night, right before sleep. Finger fucking myself with thoughts of him watching me. Holding my head in his hands and pushing his cock in my mouth. Fucking my mouth while I finger my cunt. Talking to me.. instructing me. Telling me to fuck my slutty pussy harder. Exploding in my mouth while my muscles clench my fingers, gasping and moaning around his cock while he fills my mouth with his cum.

 

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[Bacetti]

24 hours...i haven't wanked!

*kisses your forehead*

You're obviously not feeling well...I'm worried.



I love this thread, so fucking much.

 

[Andraste]

*kisses your forehead*

You're obviously not feeling well...I'm worried.



I love this thread, so fucking much.

my brain ran out of violence

 

[Bacetti]

my brain ran out of violence

Oh no.

just think of some hot guy going to force you to swallow if you don't cum before he does. clamps too hard on your nipples while he pulls the chain with one hand and jacks off in front of you with the other... your face turned away in disgust of the act. struggling because you love the man but you hate this.


Maybe that will give you something to work with.

 

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[Andraste]

Oh no.

just think of some hot guy going to force you to swallow if you don't cum before he does. clamps too hard on your nipples while he pulls the chain with one hand and jacks off in front of you with the other... your face turned away in disgust of the act. struggling because you love the man but you hate this.


Maybe that will give you something to work with.

how humiliating!

 

[Bacetti]

I think I'll get a shoe shine instead.

You are NO fun.

 

[Bacetti]

how humiliating!

I care. *nods*

 

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[Batch]

Selfishness has never been one of my vices.

bless you

 

[Bacetti]

Selfishness has never been one of my vices.

but, but, but... I like to swallow.

 

[IrezumiKiss]

I mean, look at that pic. Jesus fucking christ I love porn.

You ain't zee ONLY one, bubelah!

homina homina homina...I just might have something to post in this here thread if this keeps up!

 

[Hester]

Fascinating, and very hot. I think I get what you mean about the buildup of intensity through repetitiveness. Euphoric orgasmic trance.

I would imagine you have gotten good at covering them up. See, in this little fantasy restaurant scenario I've got going my head, the more subtle the signs, the hotter it is. My eyes peeled for the slightest hint. Maybe you even think you're giving no sign at all. The barest shiver. Slightest narrowing of the eyes. Involuntary flush of the skin. A hitch in your breathing, barely noticeable.

Oh. Yeah.

happened again at the family picnic today.

was paying more attention to my demeanor. i think more than anything i look/act distracted.

 

[Marquis]

My, this thread has just the finest avatars you'll see anywhere.

 

[Hester]

My, this thread has just the finest avatars you'll see anywhere.

thank you!