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katiebarthedoor said:
i would have grave reservations about putting anything electric in a a sloppy wet orifice that isnt water resistant. but i like that you girls are braver than i.

i want to cum so fucking bad now, people!
but i have to run into work and dont have time to get into a whole 'thing'.
the whole time i'm there i'll be all "i should have gotten into a whole 'thing.'"
lol, my blue waterproof "jelly" is my medal of valor for all that bravery. are you ready to "salute?"

hope you got a chance to at least do a "little thing" before work so you didn't have to regret NOT doing it. Save the whole "thing" for after work.
 
kinkikittyn said:
that will do perfectly...thats how I'm hoping you are saluting!
i'm fixing to run a flag up it and see who salutes.

i remember her on the sterile white sheets.
opening her gaping hole with my fingers. i remember how the warm air made me feel comfortable. standing there. looking at her asshole. red with blue blisters. busted. my cum just starting to make its way out of the busted o-ring. easily. plenty of elbow room. i didnt stop. her legs flailed. the tears real.
standing at my vantage, she looked like a victim.
i called her name. she wouldnt even look at me. so ashamed. i took it and she'll never get that part of her back. her slutty blonde hair. it was matted to her forhead. i remember the hair turning me on right then.
i walked over to her and shot out some generic, off the cuff insults, and crammed my half-mast cock in her mouth. not really caring how clean she made it.
i couldnt wait to make her wipe it off with her hair.

after she did. degraded herself like that. i smoked a cigarette on the patio. wondering how seeing her like that made me respect her all the more. i decided not to ponder it, and lit up.
 
katiebarthedoor said:
after she did. degraded herself like that. i smoked a cigarette on the patio. wondering how seeing her like that made me respect her all the more. i decided not to ponder it, and lit up.
interesting contradiction, isn't it?

great post.
 
katiebarthedoor said:
i'm fixing to run a flag up it and see who salutes.

i remember her on the sterile white sheets.
opening her gaping hole with my fingers. i remember how the warm air made me feel comfortable. standing there. looking at her asshole. red with blue blisters. busted. my cum just starting to make its way out of the busted o-ring. easily. plenty of elbow room. i didnt stop. her legs flailed. the tears real.
standing at my vantage, she looked like a victim.
i called her name. she wouldnt even look at me. so ashamed. i took it and she'll never get that part of her back. her slutty blonde hair. it was matted to her forhead. i remember the hair turning me on right then.
i walked over to her and shot out some generic, off the cuff insults, and crammed my half-mast cock in her mouth. not really caring how clean she made it.
i couldnt wait to make her wipe it off with her hair.

after she did. degraded herself like that. i smoked a cigarette on the patio. wondering how seeing her like that made me respect her all the more. i decided not to ponder it, and lit up.
that was hot :heart:
 
been going at it like crazy the last couple of days. running the gamut between pretty good and facile to impossible to achieve and not worth the effort.

i suppose if i use the jacking version of dollar cost averaging i'm doing ok.
 
Hester said:
been going at it like crazy the last couple of days. running the gamut between pretty good and facile to impossible to achieve and not worth the effort.

i suppose if i use the jacking version of dollar cost averaging i'm doing ok.
i had a feast or famine jacking week, also.

alot of people have, actually.
do you think lit is now on the same cycle, like girls who live together?
 
katiebarthedoor said:
much? how much?
Much much.

katiebarthedoor said:
i'm fixing to run a flag up it and see who salutes.

i remember her on the sterile white sheets.
opening her gaping hole with my fingers. i remember how the warm air made me feel comfortable. standing there. looking at her asshole. red with blue blisters. busted. my cum just starting to make its way out of the busted o-ring. easily. plenty of elbow room. i didnt stop. her legs flailed. the tears real.
standing at my vantage, she looked like a victim.
i called her name. she wouldnt even look at me. so ashamed. i took it and she'll never get that part of her back. her slutty blonde hair. it was matted to her forhead. i remember the hair turning me on right then.
i walked over to her and shot out some generic, off the cuff insults, and crammed my half-mast cock in her mouth. not really caring how clean she made it.
i couldnt wait to make her wipe it off with her hair.

after she did. degraded herself like that. i smoked a cigarette on the patio. wondering how seeing her like that made me respect her all the more. i decided not to ponder it, and lit up.
*salute*
 
katiebarthedoor said:
i had a feast or famine jacking week, also.

alot of people have, actually.
do you think lit is now on the same cycle, like girls who live together?
i don't think so. the regulars on this thread seem to sometimes be in synch and sometimes totally out of synch.
 
difficult choices jack a jay today

to continue and enter or descend into that madness, that unreal world

and deep aching comes forth

such sweat bordering on guilt

am not wanting to be wrecked

what dangerous lands, tread I?
 
a poem sprang forth

I've got a difficult choice today:
Do I jack or do I jay?
I'm nude and oh-so ready to play
But do I jack or do I jay?
I've got my lotion, my jism rag,
My vibe and peeing fetish mag,
But how shall I exude my sticky spray?
I think I'll jack, and then I'll jay.


© MechaBlade 2007
 
MechaBlade said:
I've got my lotion, my jism rag,
Ahhh...the ol' jism rag. I'm glad I'm not the only one who has one. :heart:

It used to be a clean, dazzling white tablecloth napkin, one of those stiff fabric ones. I've mopped up so much of my baby-batter over the years with it and sent it thru repeated washings, that it's now a lovely beige color (mottled in some areas), butter soft and has frayed holes in it. I'll never get rid of it. In fact, it came in a paired set, so when I've gunked one up and it dries all hard n' crusty, I can switch over to the sister.

I think of all the potential babies the fabric has soaked into its fibers...and in some distant, dystopian future where the human birthrate has dropped dangerously, they'll be able to just take my jism rags and use the DNA residing in it to clone a new populace to spread across the earth.
 
IrezumiKiss said:
Ahhh...the ol' jism rag. I'm glad I'm not the only one who has one. :heart:
Actually, it's just a poem. I've never used lotion, a jizz rag, or a vibe. I did have a magazine with pissing in it though.

But lots of other guys have one.
 
MechaBlade said:
Much much.


*salute*
at ease.
much much? youre pretty advanced for someone who got a late start.
MechaBlade said:
I've got a difficult choice today:
Do I jack or do I jay?
I'm nude and oh-so ready to play
But do I jack or do I jay?
I've got my lotion, my jism rag,
My vibe and peeing fetish mag,
But how shall I exude my sticky spray?
I think I'll jack, and then I'll jay.


© MechaBlade 2007
wow.

branches outside lurch.
snow, a yoke they must burden.
like my swollen rocks.
:(
 
Home from class. Tired to the bone, but that good tired that comes when I’ve worked hard. Beautiful Persian music echoing in my mind…zills ting, ting-ing…my hips automatically swaying to the rhythm. Skirts sitting low on my hips, shirt knotted under my breasts, skin tacky from the cooling sweat.

Standing in front of my closet…low light reflecting in the mirror setting my skin aglow. Dropping the skirts to the floor, then the shirt…untied and peeled off…panties sliding down my legs and off. Hands roaming over my body as my nipples pucker from the cool air…hips rocking now to a more primitive beat. Need pooling in my lower belly…breasts heavy and aching for a touch…pussy getting wet.

Finger slipping into the wet folds.
Two fingers pushing against my thrusting hips
Dropping to my knees as I watch myself
thighs spread wide
breasts thrust forward
fucking myself slowly
Not enough

In the box under the bed…
Hurry
Fuck I’m close just thinking of the feeling
On all fours
Tits smashed on the rug
Ass in the air
Pushing my vibe inside…all the way
Like being fucked from behind
yes. yes. yes.
more
harder
A brief touch to my clit
a bare graze before exploding

Curled up on the floor in front of the mirrored closet doors. My face flushed…breasts reddened from the friction on the carpet…pussy reluctantly releasing the vibe.

More
 
Bacetti said:
Home from class. Tired to the bone, but that good tired that comes when I’ve worked hard. Beautiful Persian music echoing in my mind…zills ting, ting-ing…my hips automatically swaying to the rhythm. Skirts sitting low on my hips, shirt knotted under my breasts, skin tacky from the cooling sweat.

Standing in front of my closet…low light reflecting in the mirror setting my skin aglow. Dropping the skirts to the floor, then the shirt…untied and peeled off…panties sliding down my legs and off. Hands roaming over my body as my nipples pucker from the cool air…hips rocking now to a more primitive beat. Need pooling in my lower belly…breasts heavy and aching for a touch…pussy getting wet.

Finger slipping into the wet folds.
Two fingers pushing against my thrusting hips
Dropping to my knees as I watch myself
thighs spread wide
breasts thrust forward
fucking myself slowly
Not enough

In the box under the bed…
Hurry
Fuck I’m close just thinking of the feeling
On all fours
Tits smashed on the rug
Ass in the air
Pushing my vibe inside…all the way
Like being fucked from behind
yes. yes. yes.
more
harder
A brief touch to my clit
a bare graze before exploding

Curled up on the floor in front of the mirrored closet doors. My face flushed…breasts reddened from the friction on the carpet…pussy reluctantly releasing the vibe.

More

Just. Fuck!
 
Bacetti said:
Home from class. Tired to the bone, but that good tired that comes when I’ve worked hard. Beautiful Persian music echoing in my mind…zills ting, ting-ing…my hips automatically swaying to the rhythm. Skirts sitting low on my hips, shirt knotted under my breasts, skin tacky from the cooling sweat.

Standing in front of my closet…low light reflecting in the mirror setting my skin aglow. Dropping the skirts to the floor, then the shirt…untied and peeled off…panties sliding down my legs and off. Hands roaming over my body as my nipples pucker from the cool air…hips rocking now to a more primitive beat. Need pooling in my lower belly…breasts heavy and aching for a touch…pussy getting wet.

Finger slipping into the wet folds.
Two fingers pushing against my thrusting hips
Dropping to my knees as I watch myself
thighs spread wide
breasts thrust forward
fucking myself slowly
Not enough

In the box under the bed…
Hurry
Fuck I’m close just thinking of the feeling
On all fours
Tits smashed on the rug
Ass in the air
Pushing my vibe inside…all the way
Like being fucked from behind
yes. yes. yes.
more
harder
A brief touch to my clit
a bare graze before exploding

Curled up on the floor in front of the mirrored closet doors. My face flushed…breasts reddened from the friction on the carpet…pussy reluctantly releasing the vibe.

More

oh. my.
 
I'm intrigued by this late start/early start question. No doubt it's been asked before, but I don't know that I've seen it in the JOL and this is perhaps crucial to our on-going studies here. So....


How old were you when you first jacked off?


I would've been about seven. The sad part of it is that I first discovered orgasm from a friend who was being molested by her aunt and uncle. She taught me the "up and down" which for two seven year old girls pretty much consists of the girl on top grinding the one below until she gets off....and then switching positions.

I figured out how to do it without an accomplice and then I promptly taught two other friends.

--Oh, and none of us knew she was being molested at the time. She wrote me a letter about 15 years later when she got married and got into therapy apologizing to me for having molested ME. I just felt awful for her because she had enough shit to deal with without suffering guilt over having injured me --- which I don't feel as if she did. I mean, if she wanted to do something I didn't want to do I said "No, I don't want to do that. Let's go play Barbies." The way I see it I got about five or seven extra years of O's because of her. I might never have figured it out on my own. ;->
 
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